week 6

[airlockedmods]

[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[everylittlesecret]

[She laughs and almost falls over.]

Should I dose everyone?

[buddyoldpal]

Mmmmm-might b' too much p'wer, N'ri-chan!

[ This is obviously very serious and he is obviously Very Drunk. ]

Go ee-zy on 'em.

[everylittlesecret]

......... easy. No. I like..... things hard.

[What...?]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani snorts, waving an arm like it's made out of lead. When did his arm get so heavy? ]

Hard, huh? I c'n have somethin' hrrd fer ya...

[ He says, this close to passing out entirely. ]

[everylittlesecret]

[Oh gosh the floor looks appealing. Nari lays down and giggles.]

'm sure ya do... but if it's below da belt, I don't vant it puleaze...

[buddyoldpal]

Whaaaat, th'n ain't a point!

[ Now he's raising his voice? His slurred voice? OK, Nishitani... ]

[everylittlesecret]

Yah yah, argue all you vant... about points... iz not the hard 'm tolking 'bout.

[Why... why does it sound like she has an Irish and German accent both at once?

Being drunk makes her unable to speak properly.]

[buddyoldpal]

Th's lammeee!

[ If he weren't being translated he'd probably sound more like he's growling than anything else. Lucky for her, she gets to enjoy the sound Nishitani makes when he means to drop his arm on the ground and it ends up landing on his face instead. ]

Ow.

[everylittlesecret]

N't ewryone wants a d'ckn'em.

[Someone is going to start laughing at that now, hard enough that she has to lay on her side and curl up.]

Oh my bl'dy fuck, Nishishishi... Stop!

[buddyoldpal]

[ He chortles. "Not everybody wants a dick in 'em???" Sounds fake. ]

Whaaat, wha'd I do?

[ And yet his arm is still covering his eyes from where it landed on his face. ]

[everylittlesecret]

[Wow rude!]

Ya bein'funny!

[Just by being yourself.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ He is very rude. ]

Cn't help it, baabe! Gtta be me!!

[ Now he's waving that arm again. It's a dead weight. He's just dead weight on the ground. ]

[everylittlesecret]

[She reaches over and pushes his arm, trying to knock it down.]

Timbuuuur!

[buddyoldpal]

[ Perhaps if he were not drunk he could have pushed against that "attack." But alas. He is so, so drunk. His arm falls back down, landing back on his face with an 'oof.' You know, he can like, throw knives and shit? This is what he's been reduced to. ]

Fuckkk, whys m'arm sssso hevy?

[everylittlesecret]

[Watching the arm fall is one of the funniest things right now, so she's back to giggling her head off.]

Y-You're dr'nk, thas why.

[buddyoldpal]

No shit??

[ He sounds almost surprised. Did he forget?? He starts laughing anyway. ]

Tha'splainssom'ch.

[everylittlesecret]

I drank ya... under da t'ble!

[She's gonna boast about this right now.]

I beat Nishi... Nishi... Yoshi!

[buddyoldpal]

Hah! L'trally, fuck!

[ Yosh indeed... Nishitani's gonna just have a giggle fit now. ]

[everylittlesecret]

[When he giggles, Nari giggles as well.]

W-We totes g'tta drink moar often!

[buddyoldpal]

D'mnnnn right.

[ He says, nearly falling asleep on the floor. Goodbye, Nari. Nishitani is going to just conk out in a sec. ]