nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

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room 1

[finalring]

[ good job, rosa! you've managed to find romani in his room!

his hair is down and he has changed into his other change of clothes, but most importantly he has taken his gloves off for once, as he was in the midst of taking off the bandages on his forearm and hands. ]

Uwaah-- Rosa! D-do you need something?!

[golden_dream]

...What are you...

[A hand went to her head, a throbbing spike of pain thrumming through it.]

...I'm sorry, Doctor. I must've gotten turned around.

[finalring]

N-no, it's fine. It's fine, really.

[ well that doesn't look too good. he approaches her, somewhat worried. ]

Come in. Sit down on one of the beds if you'd like. You still seem shaken up by today.

[golden_dream]

[Her eyes are hesitant to meet his, and she visibly flinches when he approaches, almost like she expects to be kicked when he comes close.]

...You sure it's all right? I'd hate... for whoever owns the bed to come in and take offense.

[finalring]

You can...hmm...take mine for now if you'd like. It's the top bunk, if you're not scared of heights.

[ he gives her a small smile ]

[golden_dream]

...

[no, she's too sensitive and in such a heightened state of alert, even the innocuous reference toward "heights" is enough it triggers a painful flashback...]

...

[Her breathing gets quicker, and she puts an arm out to brace against the doorway, eyes wide as saucers, head hung, panic shooting through her.]