theairlock | Week 4

Entry tags:

!round 5,
!week 4

Week 4

[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. ))

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...Thanks, Pete.

[Hey, no, don't be small and sad, Church man. Junpei reaches up above his head to bat his knuckles against Church's leg. Dead-girlfriends-we-may-not-remember-talking-about-yet solidarity club, yo.]

You gave me most of your whiskey, too. That's forever, Tones.

[Back to his game. After a few seconds, he adds:]

In different circumstances, I'd feel the same, anyway.

Yeah. I mean. It's just a matter of--

[But he doesn't complete the thought. He doesn't actually want to talk about motivating people to kill anymore. He just shakes his head and gets back to sharpening, but...slower.

And it's maybe a couple minutes later he finally sets the sword and plate aside and slides to the floor next to Junpei.]

That a multiplayer game?

[Junpei glances at him, then offers it over with his spare earbud.]

It could be.

[You know those YouTube vids where one player controls the mouse and the other controls the buttons? Y/Y?]

[You mean a total disaster and a hella shitpost? Count him in.]

[AND THUS, TWO BRAVE AND NOBLE HEROES (?) EMBARKED UPON A QUEST OF cussing, yelling, elbowing, barking laughter, and at least one instance of someone almost falling in the fountain.

Four people are dead.

Grinning, Junpei nudges Church in the ribs.]

Hey. If you need to crash at Spippin' Spots any time, be my guest.

[Listen, only almost falling in the fountain is better than Church's track record so far. Church ribs him back, looking like...he really, really needed this, honestly.]

Heart said he's cool with me, actually, but...I appreciate it, dude. Here I thought I was gonna have to stay in the balloon kiosk.

[You know. Cuz it's empty now.]

Dude, you wouldn't be safe in there. If you can get in, so can everyone else.

[But that's a downer thought, and we're not doing that right now. Junpei shakes his head.]

If you change your mind, or if you want, I dunno, a sleepover--it'd be kind of like old times, right?

Y'know, I don't mind, so much. Remembering. With you. Like...like it doesn't drive me up the wall to think of our good times. Not as much as, like, everything else. It's...nice to remember you as a friend.

Think you'll be lonely in there? I'd say you're welcome to bunk with me, but that'd be a tight fit.

[He looks like he's trying really hard not to say something else in response to tight fits.]

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[Sigh.]

Yeah, yeah, that's what your mom said. [He claps Church's shoulder.] I'll be fine. I'm out of booze, anyway, I can't get into too much trouble without you.

[He grins. Yeaaaaaah bow chicka etc!]

Really? I'm pretty sure your middle name is trouble. Do you have a middle name? Do Japanese people do middle names?

We don't do middle names in Japan, no. Why do you Westernerds need so many damn names?

[I mean to type Westerner, but you know what, that can stay.]

I dunno, maybe we should ask Ardy why he got so many names.

Last time we did that, we as a group somehow decided he was some kind of weird surname-stealing Bluebeard.

I mean obviously he's not a fucking supervillain now, and he's probably not married to all of us.

...Probably. I still have some doubts.

I'm fairly sure I wouldn't marry a guy who was also married to you. Like, damn, the secondhand cooties alone.

Maybe you need some cootie firsthand, mwah! [this is a kissyface junpei you better duck]

Bwaggh, no, gross!

[Kissyface meet metal hand.

BBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM.]

[He's too startled to move now that his LIPS ARE GETTING A MASSAGE. Hold on. Hold the fucking phone.]

O-o-o-h m-m-y-y-y g-o-o-o-d-d-d-!

[He pulls his dumb face away.] Why is your arm doing that!

[Junpei stares at his own arm in horror.]

I--I don't know!

[What if he--what if he sticks it in the fountain? Will that make it stop?

It does not stop. Now the water in the basin is rippling. Junpei wants to die.]

It's just--it's just vibrating!

...

[That is a dawning look of hysterics.]

It's vibrating, Junpei. I bet--you could u--[nope he's losing it now]--could use--on--