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?

Comments

room 3

[lightreaching]

[ walking past the room and oh hey dad. she steps in ]

Perhaps this is an expected response from myself, but I do not see how you can attempt sleep at a time like this.

[ She hasn't slept at all in the time she's been here. Maybe, like a 1-hour nap here and there, but never for a significant amount of time. Too stressful, falling asleep would make her feel worse. ]

[baitless]

...honestly, I am not entirely sure if it's going to work out myself, but... I imagine it will be quiet enough for the rest of the day that our attention will not be required.

[Like ah, we just dealt with something terrible, so no one else is probably going to do any murdering or take any risks...]

[lightreaching]

Would you like me to sit with you? I do not think I shall be napping, but I will keep you company.

[ she doesn't like how haggard he looks, right now]

[baitless]

[...okay he sits up cheerfully because holy shit his daughter actually wants to spend quality time with him]

Ah, of course you may! Need you even ask?

[lightreaching]

[ hey man this is murdermansion. she loves him, okay!! she doesn't like seeing him get stressed out and upset.

Flayn nods, and reaches over him to grab her book off of the top bunk, taking a seat next to him. It's her dusty old book of fables. ]

This book has traveled farther than I thought a single book would.

[baitless]

[we’re all having a bad time, so we may as well just spend quality time...!

...and ah, he smiles when he sees that book.]

It really has, hasn’t it? It’s a testament to how well you’ve looked after it through all our journeys.

[lightreaching]

It has always been my favorite. Even the more melancholy tales remind me of happier times.

[ she flips through a couple pages and finds one that tells the Fodlanese version of the Frog and the Scorpion ]