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!]

Comments

[scourgingstars]

Right, yes. Of course. Sure.

[??????????? FEELINGS ???????????????]

That'd be, er. Ridiculous.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Y-yeah. I mean, with all the nagging you do? Definitely more of a mom anyway. Or like, a grandma. A mean grandma. It--it'd explain all the scarves, too. Did you knit those yourself?

[scourgingstars]

Why is everyone taking issue with my clothes? This used to be perfectly acceptable of royalty, I just kept it because I'm always cold.

[oh thank shiva a change of subject]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Thaaaaank Christ.]

You know what else used to be perfectly acceptable for royalty? Puffy ermine shorts and tights. I don't see you wearing anything like that, Your Majesty.

[scourgingstars]

Don't call me that. And for the record, I doubt anyone else ever bothered to note whether what I was wearing was archaic or not.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ardyn, dude. Ardyn, no. Everyone's always taking note of what important people wear. It's a thing. There are entire magazines about it. Have you never read a magazine?

[scourgingstars]

Of course I have. But that's not what I mean.

I don't think a single person in Niflheim even once thought to question why their chancellor was wearing Lucian colors, much less something centuries out of date.

In other words, the rest of you are the first anyone's bothered to criticize what I'm wearing.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, pfft. That's because we're shitheads and aren't afraid of you. That's all.

[scourgingstars]

Yes, I'm well aware you're all idiots with no sense of self-preservation.

Speaking of doing stupid things that might get you killed, you never did tell me what you were doing up there.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh. Uhhhh.

...

........

I was taping a puzzle to the ceiling.

[scourgingstars]

You...do realize that only raises more questions.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Iiiiii was sort of hoping you wouldn't ask?

[scourgingstars]

Too late.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He lets out a testy sigh.]

It's for PAL.

[scourgingstars]

...What.

[seriously. what.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

It... You're going to yell at me.

[scourgingstars]

More than likely.

[not helping the parental case here, guys]

What happened?

[misanthropicprinciple]

He, uh. He let me out. After I got locked in the kitchen after hours last night.

[scourgingstars]

...What were you doing out here that late?

[REALLY NOT HELPING]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[HONESTLY, DAD.]

I was just... I went to get some coffee while I was working on my memory notes and I lost track of time.

[scourgingstars]

...

[ardyn don't]

[ardyn don't you fucking say it]

A likely story. Out getting into trouble after curfew, whereever did I go wrong?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Dad--!

[Ah, fuck. Junpei covers his face, muffles a horrified groan into both hands, and then presses them against the sides of his head like The Scream.]

That's it. That's your name now. Once is a blooper, twice is a pattern. Fucking hell.

[scourgingstars]

And now you can't argue it didn't happen.

[ARDYN IZUNIA IS A MAIN ANTAGONIST]