WEEK 2 MINGLE - ARTEMISIA

[foundationmods]

Things had changed so rapidly in the past few days.

The loss of two of them hung over like a shroud, made even worse by the fact that an innocent person had been executed.

Was this....how the rest of the game was going to go...?🗈

....Even if it was, there wasn't much they could do now. Yuuko herself hasn't shown up in public since the trial, and while some have talked to her, she's been...subdued.

Did the trial hurt her just as much as them?

Regardless, the island is still beautiful, if deadly. Summer continues, beaming down on all of them, the waves of the sea warm and inviting.

But even if things look bleak...

They have something in their hands that will soon lead to the Truth, and the heart of this matter.

And in the air...lies a heavy sense that everything is about to change.

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Gardens

[earnahappyending]

[Makoto approaches, with dirty gardening gloves covering her hands]

Please don't force yourself to picking up plants, esteemed guest. I can do it for you.

[Guests shouldn't have to do manual labor! That's what the gardener is for]

[byanyother_name]

[Someone else...? That's concerning. Kurama hides it behind a sweet smile.]

It's not forcing at all. I enjoy working with plants.

[earnahappyending]

Is it really right for one of our guests to busy himself with the plants?

[It's a rhetorical question: it isn't, as far as she's concerned]

[byanyother_name]

I'm sure it's no worse than a manor servant judging the actions of an esteemed guest~

[He would feel worse about being an asshole if he thought the original person was still in there and not just whatever magical to demonic filling is getting poured into these people.]

[earnahappyending]

[Tateyama steps back, visibily horrified. Had she been judging Kurama...? She didn't feel like she was doing that, but maybe she did come across as judging...? That's a really bad faux pas]

I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

[With hesitation, she inches just a bit closer]

But I must insist in at least lending a hand...the garden's my responsibility, and I feel I can't stand aside while there's something to be done here. Please, allow me to help.