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

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm-just-saying Red-Team-sucks-balls-for-life Blue-Team-rocks hell-one-of-my-people-is-yellow that-doesn't-count-for-either-team and-Donut-is-pink-and-he's-pretty-cool--

[Okay he'll stop. Just...so he can breathe for a minute. He still looks like he's about to vibrate right out of his skin.] I-have-so-much-energy I-gotta-move-it's-so-fucking-dumb everyone-moves-too-slow I'm-too-fast do-the-floaty-thing-again!

[scourgingstars]

My entire Armiger is bright red, Church. If you wanted blue, you should have befriended Noctis.

[he's just gonna roll with this, gesturing slightly to start floating again.]

I hope you don't need me to knock you out so you can rest. That might prove difficult.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Red's-your-color-but-you're-stuck-with-Blue-Team-so-suck-me. IT-suck-IT-that-is-what-I-said-and-meant-ha-ha-slip-of-the-tongue my-mouth-is-moving-way-too-fast look-at-you-floating-you-fucking-jesus-figure see-that's-more-impressive-than-just-being-fast like-invisibility-is-fucking-cool-and-fast-is-also-useful-but-what-do-I-do I-don't-have-things-to-be-fast-for.

[scourgingstars]

[deadpan:] I can imagine a few things you might be fast for, but you'll be quite angry with me if I simply said it outright.





[...did he just.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...........[did he just] I'm-choosing-to-take-that-as-an-invitation-to-try-and-find-out~

[And you know what, for that, Ardyn's getting grabbed and tugged along so long as he's floating.]

[scourgingstars]

Excuse me, I don't think so--!

[And instead of putting his arms down and dropping the few inches to the ground like a sane person, Ardyn latched onto the nearest door frame.]

Let go of me-!

[this is the final antagonist of a mainline final fantasy title.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

You-made-the-joke-to-my-pride-now-we-gotta-find-out-if-you're-full-of-shit-or-not spoilers-you-are c'mon!

[Unstoppable force meets immovable object? Church is definitely pulling on one of Ardyn's legs at this point, partly because he's bent over laughing even though he's trying hard not to because what the fuck is happening right now]

[scourgingstars]

What the hell is wrong with-

[Somewhere halfway through that sentence, Ardyn either remembered how to turn off the hovering or just moved his arms exactly the wrong way.]

[Which, predictably, ending up in a crash and one Actual JRPG Endboss flat on his back in the middle of the hallway.]

...that hurt and I think it is very possible that I hate you right now.

[Please let go of his leg, Church.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He might not let go, but only because he, too, is on the ground, losing his shit. Sorry not sorry, absurd christ-figure grandpa.]

[scourgingstars]

[excuse him while he just covers his face with both hands and regrets nearly every single decision he's made that has led to this exact moment.]

Stop laughing at me-!

[motherfucking_ghost]

Payback's-a-bitch-and-so-am-I!

[But he will take pity on the poor sod, or something, reaching for those hands stop being so embarrassed welcome back to human emotions, and tugging him to sitting up. And also giving him a (quick, naturally) smooch. He might still be giggling. Because he's terrible.]

[scourgingstars]

You're an idiot.

[He shoved Church away with a hand on his face, laughing to himself as he stood up again.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He's still laughing, but once that fades off, he hops to his feet and pulls Ardyn into a little spin. But deliberately, deliberately speaks slowly so that he sounds almost normal.]

I'm. your. idiot.