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

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei must have gotten up early today, because he's nowhere to be seen in Room 8 even before the 7 A.M. announcement. By the usual breakfast time, someone's started up the coffee machine and left a mug beside it. It hasn't been used yet, but there's a note taped to it with a small piece of plaid duct tape: Galaxy's #1 Dad, in familiarly shaky handwriting.

Early afternoon finds Junpei in the tattoo parlor, looking nervous but determined. He's got a piece of paper. He's wearing only his sleeveless hoodie for a top. He's chewing his pencil like a damned beaver, he's so anxious about this.

Someone's about to get inked.]

Tattoo parlor

[everylittlesecret]

[That's unusual to see Junpei in here. Nari had abandoned lists weeks ago when that didn't seem to stop people from killing each other, so why...]

Watcha up to?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Something that's gonna suck.

[Junpei Tenmyouji is a big fat baby.]

Uh. You did Yuuri's tattoo for her, right?

[everylittlesecret]

........ yes. I free hand did that. Why? Is she suddenly unhappy with it? I could touch it up if she is.

[misanthropicprinciple]

No, nothing like that. It's, uh... I was wondering if you'd be willing to. Do another one. For me. Uh, on me, if that wasn't clear.

[everylittlesecret]

[.......]

Junpei Peter Parker Tenmeowji is asking me for a tattoo. Well, blessed be me. [Yes, she's teasing him.] Sure. What d you want? A tramp stamp to commemorate this place like girls commemorate bad spring break decisions?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Haha, uh, I'll take that under consideration, but I was thinking of starting smaller, anyway.

[He worries at the edge of the paper he's holding with his thumb, starts to hand it over, but then pulls it back, looking embarrassed.]

If you laugh at me, you're laughing at ten years of painful character development. I've bled for this moment, Nari. I've had teeth knocked out for this.

[everylittlesecret]

[She's about to take the paper when he pulls it back, watching him curiously.]

You make yourself sound like an anime or video game character with that. Come on now, lemme see.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He sighs and finally lets her see.]

Not a word, Nari. I'm serious.

[ORANGE YOU GLAD YOU PLAYED 999 AND KNOW THE REFERENCE]

kitchen

[scourgingstars]

[THIS IS EMOTIONAL TERRORISM AND NEITHER I NOR ARBY'S LUCIFER SKYLIGHT WILL STAND FOR IT]

[AND NO THIS ISN'T A GAGTAG GODDAMMIT]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[In the apparently empty kitchen, someone snickers like a tool.]

[scourgingstars]

...?

[where the hell did that come from]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Morning, Dad.

[And the refrigerator... opens by itself...???]

[scourgingstars]

...What.

[where the hell-]

[misanthropicprinciple]

What what?

[Junpei's customary morning soda uncaps itself as the fridge door swings shut.]

You look like you're seeing a ghooooost. Heheheh.

[scourgingstars]

Junpei, please don't make me point out the obvious--or in this case, the decidedly less obvious. What happened?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh, there he is. Junpei leans back against the refrigerator as he drinks his fancy mansion orange soda and shrugs.]

I dunno. Maybe I got somebody else's powers? I can't go through walls or leave my body, so it's not Church.

Tattoo parlor

[daughterofthemark]

[Weeeeeeell... Arianna hasn't gotten a chance to go over designs with Rii-san yet. But she's here to cheer you on?]

Good luck, Sir Junpei!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Arianna I don't want to do this by myself.

[In one breath. No pause for a comma.]

[daughterofthemark]

You need not. Dame Nari will assist you.

[rest in pieces sir jumpy tenmeowji]

[misanthropicprinciple]

I thought you were getting one, too! I thought this was mutual peer pressure!

[daughterofthemark]

I was, but I have not yet had the chance to consult Rii-san about the design.

[Come on, Sir Jumpten, pay attention to the small text.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He's not that kind of psychic.]

Abandoned. Again. Left to my needley fate by a woman I trusted. Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

[daughterofthemark]

...I will not abandon you, Sir Junpei.

[DID THAT ACTUALLY WORK WHAT THE HELL no actually it just means she isn't leaving]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[--Ah.]

Ahah, is that a promise? I get real intense about that, just so you know. I've got baggage. Just ask Choromatsu or Church.

[He's kidding, but he's also not.]