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

[shikosuki]

[ AT LEAST HE GOT IT...

He shakes his head at the too tight question, then smiles and gives a thumbs up. WE GOOD. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Returns the thumbs up and even kinda smiles a little himself. SUCCESS.]

Oh. Uh. Hey. If you need some paper or something to communicate, I... well, I've always got some on me out of habit, but it's not like I can really, ah, write very much right now.

[shikosuki]

[ OH! PAPER!

His eyes light up, yes please give him some Junpei he's tired of charades, he's even (carefully) clasping his hands together. Please paper. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Heheh.

[A small, pleased, good-natured laugh. Junpei pulls his hand into his kigurumi, finds the pocket he made of one of the sleeves he cut off, and retrieves a couple folded pages of blank notepaper.]

Here. And you can always get more from the tattoo parlor.

[shikosuki]

[ B L E S S

He starts writing on the paper right away, using whatever hard flat surface he can to do so. He holds it up after. ]

THANK YOU!!

[ Then he goes back to writing again ]

THIS SHIT SUCKS!!!!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It's a realer laugh this time.]

Haha, no kidding! It's like, between the two of us, we practically make one functioning communicating being, Jesus.