week 7

[airlockedmods]

[For the first time in several weeks there is no new memorial in the garden. No new body in the morgue, no bloody mess for the roombas to clean. Choromatsu is still in need of time to heal and constant vigilance but he's alive. They're all alive for once on a Sunday and, even with the terrible realizations their returning memories may bring, there's a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

There is no new floor this week.

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 6, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

Tucker, Caboose, Sarge, Simmons, Grif, Donut, Lopez? Womanizer, honest to god idiot, old as balls insane leader, kissass, lazy-ass, we all know he's gay but won't admit it, only speaks in Spanish and nobody else in the canyon knows Spanish?

[motherfucking_ghost]

It'll survive the ages. Even now, I'm sure duct tape's used for so much because of how ridiculously useful it is. It's practically a holy relic to like engineers.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, so, did you know that you're funny? You're soooo funny, with your jokes and everything.

[myocordial]

[Heart still makes it a habit to start his day off in the dining room, even though he doesn't need to eat or anything. So there he is, seated at the table. And a few seats over, there Heart is, seated at the table.

...wait.

No, actually, you did read that right. There's not one but two Hearts right now. One is staring at the double with some fascination, while the other is... doing the same, but staring at nothing. Perfectly copying everything the other is doing.]

Fascinating, isn't it?

[Other than... that... Heart spends his day in several places. Usually as just the one person. He spends some amount of time in the garden, near the memorials. If you look closely, you might be able to tell that he's holding a piece of paper in his hand. He's... quiet and it's hard to tell what exactly is going through his mind. Afterwards in the afternoon he'll actually spend some time in the bowling alley, because screw it, he needs to keep himself distracted. Bowling works.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Taken them on and lost...?

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's because I'm so big and manly. I'm an incredibly large target. A handsome and muscle-y target.

[motherfucking_ghost]

If the birds took it, you'll never find it. They already glitter like diamonds.

...In his face. [he's not snickering yes he is]

[goteachother]

[Oh he is surprisingly not furry but at the same time... everyone has arm hairs, leg hairs, things that will get caught by tape in the gaps at wrist and ankle. She's waiting for you to scream like a girl.]

If anyone even thinks about touching your beautiful hair I will put them on the wall next.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Losing is a, uh. A subjective word.

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna isn't sure how seriously to take this takes this 100% seriously.]

I was unaware engineers had their own religion... but it does seem like it would be useful to them, so it makes sense.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Mmm, wait, and all of them are on your team?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeaaahhh, not my greatest hour. [He stops searching for a moment and runs his hands back through his hair, breathing out.] God, I think that was almost a month ago. Three weeks? The first couple kind of blend together.

[goteachother]

Oh I'm sure it'll get eaten.

[And, just to be contrary...]

I should make some desserts too, huh?

dining room

[daughterofthemark]

Sir Heart--

[wait

What the fuck]

Who are you?!

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He taps his fork on the table not unlike a woodpecker waking you up at ass-oclock in the morning outside your bedroom window.] Psh-we'll-never-run-out-of-food not-so-long-as-people-watch-us and-who-wouldn't-wanna-watch-us~

[he downs half his coffee in one go, and maybe he doesn't fucking need coffee.] Seriously-the-fuck-is-with-the-invisibility-cloak-you-asshole what-the-fuck-have-you-done?

[goteachother]

Oh gosh, honey... it's no trouble.

I, honestly, rather wish it took a little more effort.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Church definitely doesn't need coffee, but he's moving 2 fast 2 stop.]

Wow, why do you think I did something? I'm as innocent as the day I was born. Besides, it's obviously affecting more than one person. Have you, uh, not noticed?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm-not-moving-fast you're-moving-slow everyone's-so-slow-today! [And now he's pacing circles around Ardyn.] I-can't-slow-down I'm-like-Keanu-Reeves-in-Speed if-I-slow-down-I'll-die because-that's-too-slow!

[scourgingstars]

[honey]

Aren't you overworking yourself just a bit?

[shikosuki]

[ He sniffles a bit, listening to Church and then... wipes his eyes. ]

I... I won't.

[ He can't put them through that again. ]

[goteachother]

Hmm? Oh gosh no... though if everyone wants to come down here with some games I suppose we could?

[That's a thought... Maybe she should memo mice?]

[myocordial]

It's only me, Arianna. And I do mean only me.

[The second Heart is still mimicking everything the other is doing, which in this case is turning to look at Arianna, of course.]

Not that I blame you for being surprised.

[goteachother]

[She laughs, soft and uncertain, stepping away from the platter of veggies she's making up. the knife continues it's work making cucumber slices even as she steps over to Heart, taking his hand if he'll let her.]

No, I s'pose not.

I figured at least there'll be some... leftovers for tomorrow... just in case.

Garden

[misanthropicprinciple]

[...

He knows he shouldn't. He knows it's not an act of trust, nor is it kind or even warranted. But Junpei Tenmyouji hasn't survived two (2) murder games to let his guard down now, even on a day as seemingly silly and full of good will as this one.

So, invisibly, moving softer than one might think he can, Junpei tries to get close enough to read what's on Heart's paper.]

bowling alley

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church at first is just a not-so-blue streak speeding by, right up until he steps wrong, slips, and goes spinning down one of the lanes.

Strike, by the way.

He manages to crawl his way out of the way of the machinery to reset the pins, still at a speed he probably should not be able to reach with a normal human body, and flops across several of the seats. His legs kick uselessly in the air for something physical to do.]

Ow.