Week 4

[airlockedmods]

[After everything that this case was, you probably don't want to deal with anything else. But you wake up on Sunday, just like before, with some new memories, and some new stores to check out.

Let's see what this week brings.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Don't forget to check in, and check your memory regains! You can also stop by the gacha machine and Xander's office hours. ))

Comments

[daughterofthemark]

The taste changes upon chewing them, as well. It's quite an exciting dessert. I'm not surprised they're popular.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Melts in your mouth, not in your hand, as, by the way, do I.

...Ignore that. You want this whole bag of a haul?

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna gives him a confused look. Melts... what? But he said to ignore it, so...]

My! Yes, thank you, Sir Church! --Oh, but I cannot let you leave empty-handed after all your hard work...

[motherfucking_ghost]

All in a days work, though.

...Not that I'm saying no. I would never say no to goodies.

[daughterofthemark]

Then is there a particular variety you'd like? I'll try not to make a mess this time.

[fingers crossed...]

[motherfucking_ghost]

You know what? I trust your judgement. When it comes to sugary things. [Maybe not in putting it in freezers, but...]

[daughterofthemark]

[Thank you for not saying that out loud, Church.

Arianna thinks this over for a moment, then takes a bag and carefully places it under the gummi bears. Not the sugar-free ones, thankfully.]

I have yet to try these, but they look so adorable...

[motherfucking_ghost]

They're definitely tasty. Good choice. These ones you get different flavors with the different colors.

[daughterofthemark]

My! So each color is different... what sort of flavors are they?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hmmmm, depends. Normally I'd say fruit? But...this is the space future. Who knows what kinda every flavor bean type shit they got going on...

[daughterofthemark]

...perhaps it would be best to try one.

[Which she does, through the method of just briefly lifting the lever so only a couple fall out. She tries a yellow one...]

Lemon, I believe.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Fruit it is! [Let's try a red one! Is it the blood of his enemies?] Cherry cherry bo-berry, my little lady.

[daughterofthemark]

[is that a yes]

Then the green must be lime.

[She tries it...]

...or apple, I suppose.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Green apple gets ya every time. Purple's gotta be grape. There's always purple grape. And it never tastes like an actual grape. I never understood that, why do candy grapes never taste grape-y?

[daughterofthemark]

Perhaps something about the preparation process? I've never thought raisins tasted like grapes, either.

[She has to hunt for a moment to find a purple one.

...

It doesn't taste entirely unlike a grape, but she can see Church's point.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Tch, why would a raisin taste like a grape anyway?

[daughterofthemark]

Raisins are grapes, merely dried.

[Spoken like it's trivia that she's proud of knowing.]