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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[golden_dream]

[Oh god.

It's in the room.

It's in the room!!]

A-ha.... aaaaaaah!!

[She curls up in the corner of her bunk, the hard feeling against her body reminding her... oh right! She has a gun!

She'll start to angle herself to try to take that out again... unfortunately (fortunately?) she can't get angled right to open her coat and get it out where she's at.]

[tangentlion]

[thankfully (or, perhaps, NOT SO THANKFULLY?) the spirit seems to have moved on. But he doesn't offer any clues that that's the case.]

[golden_dream]

[torturously left free to jump at her own shadow and every creak the bed makes until her panic spike dies down about a half-hour later, at least. After that...

Burnt out resting.]