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.

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[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]

That's not any excuse to--

[why is this his life now]

You are aligning with and attaching to the wrong person, every last one of you.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm dead and a ghost, Yuuri's from a zombiepocalypse, I'm not even touching what's wrong with Junpei with a twenty foot pole, Clarith had about a hundred fucked up things done to her and came out the other side, I don't really know why you keep expecting good decisions out of any of us.

[scourgingstars]

Because even considering that list, I'm still-...

[Ardyn sighed, shaking his head.]

It's really not worth the argument, is it?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Not really, but go on, finish that thought. You're still, what, a terrible person that we've all attached ourselves to, and nothing you've said so far has made anyone but Q budge?

Have you noticed how stubborn we are?

[scourgingstars]

It had not, in fact, escaped my notice. But stubbornness and foolishness do so often tend to walk hand in hand.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Never said we weren't foolish, man. We are absolutely that. We're stupid as fuck; I have no idea how we're still alive. Maybe through being stubborn.