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!]

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[misanthropicprinciple]

...It's less about solving anything, really. I kind of stumbled over the answer by chance. But...

[His thumb strums idly down Yuuri's arm.]

That feeling... when I told Kanny I'd catch those assholes for her, and she stopped crying...

[Has he ever been anything else?]

A lot's happened since then. I--I've forgotten how it felt, then, more than once. But I think. I think that's the first time I ever felt... like I knew exactly what I had to do. And that I could do it. And that I was.

Have you ever felt like that?

[serrata]

[ "Me and Yuuri-chan decided on it. It'll be so much fun, I promise!"
"How could anything... be fun, ever again?"
"Because we're starting a club! All of us together. The School Living Club."
"... a... a club...?"

Yuuri lets out a long, slow breath. And then she nods. ]

... yes. Something like that, anyway.

Like everything just... clicks into place. And you feel silly for never even considering it before. That kind of thing?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[His fingers find the ends of her hair again, play idly through them without holding or smoothing, as if it's rain, free to fall on him where it will.]

Yeah. I don't--I don't believe in fate, or that God has a plan or anything. But... I think when you find that thing that means something, nothing ever really turns you back from it.