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... was I?

[Ah, yes. He was biting at the bait... the bait she'd set for him. The bait she'd set up for Battler to trip on and fall over into the cage. The cage where Battler would be stuck in his dreamworld while Rosa sat safely in reality. He'd bit at the bait. He was chewing the bait. He'd swallowed the bait. The bait was sitting in his stomach and digesting as they spoke, at that very second.]