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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kitchen

[ghostricked]

[Speak of the devil, Sissel follows the scent of food into here]

[soupervillain]

[ Hearing the patter of tiny peets, Giovanni looks over his shoulder. His face brightens instantly. ]

Hellcat! Perfect timing - as I'd expect from one of my minions, of course.

[ He tops off the current tupperware with a few more chunks of meat, then begins to drain the soup out into an empty container. ]

You a chicken or beef kinda guy?