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

[lightreaching]

[ Oh no, she's been eating. This is just the first time the weird taste has occurred to her. She's been too preoccupied to think about the weird food. ]

Such as what?

[impyroverished]

I don't know. It was a mystery soup. I think it had candles in it.

[The food the medic of the crew used to make for them is a huge question mark in terms of ingredients]

1/2

[lightreaching]

I have made mystery soup before! It was quite fun!

2/2

[lightreaching]

[ ............ ]

Although, I was told it was inedible and an air hazard for others in the dining hall.

[ two peas in a pod, these cooks ]

[impyroverished]

...what did you put in it...?

[Does he dare ask]

[lightreaching]

[ Flayn hums and lists off a handful of ingredients that absolutely do not belong together in a soup. Ever. ]

[impyroverished]

[With everything Flayn mentions, his face turns more and more into a grimace, until...]

Please tell me you don't plan on trying that here. Be merciful.