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

[soupervillain]

[ he can make soup come out of a n y w h e r e ]

My capacity for soup is INFINITE!! But, uh, I'd probably start getting tired after like twelve, thirteen of these things? The kind with solid bits in 'em take a little more out of me.

[eyeforai]

[cries]

It's not infinite if you pass out making them, you know. Anyway, hopefully we'll get somewhere with food next week so you don't need to keep doing this.

[soupervillain]

Oh man, that'd be nice. No offense to the chef, but these rations suck. And it's weird eating my own soup, you know?

[eyeforai]

If it's any consolation, I don't think they'd be offended. ...Why's it weird to eat your own soup though?

[soupervillain]

You ever try to tickle yourself?

[ does that answer the question in any way whatsoever... ]

[eyeforai]

[...maybe he can see where this is going, but it still comes off as a weird non sequitur!!]

Uh... not that I can remember. But it's not supposed to work, right?

[soupervillain]

Exactly! Same thing! Except... not the same thing, because I still can eat it. That wasn't a good metaphor. Look, the point is, it's weird, okay?! It's like eating your own mouth!

[ ????? ]

[eyeforai]

[this metaphor continues to get more wild like damn]

Okay, but how would you even eat your own mouth? It's an opening.

[soupervillain]

I dunno, with another bigger mouth?

[eyeforai]

[tries to picture that, promptly gives up out of disgust and/or impossibility]

Okay, now we're getting into surreal territory. Don't tell me you actually know someone like that.

[soupervillain]

Nah, that'd be pretty weird, even for an epithet.

[eyeforai]

[oh thank god.]

How do these epithets really work, anyway? You mentioned before that they were words in your soul, but what does that really mean?

[soupervillain]

Okay, it's like this.

[ Giovanni straightens up, entering teacher mode. ]

An epithet is a word that gives you power over whatever that word represents. Like, my epithet is Soup, so I can... well, I can control soup. As long as it's related to your word, you can use those powers in pretty much any way you want. So for example, my minion back home, Bear Trap, her epithet is Dumb, right? So she can use it to mute sound, or to make people not smart. Uh, what else... about one in five people are inscribed... no two people can have the same epithet at the same time... am I missing anything?

[eyeforai]

I don't know if you did, but that... actually makes a weird amount of sense.

[Or well, as much sense as word powers can have. At the very least though, it's consistent with its own set of rules.]

But basically, you're saying you can do a lot more with your soup than just make it for people to eat, right?

[soupervillain]

Yeah, exactly! This guy gets it! Attack, defense, stealth, healing - all part of my balanced soup-epithet breakfast! How about you? You got any powers that need explaining about?

[eyeforai]

[Soup stealth... how the hell does that even work.]

I told you before, right? People in my world don't have powers like you do, so there isn't anything to explain. [...] I'm not gonna demonstrate my marksmanship here, either.

[soupervillain]

[ it just works!! ]

Yeah, 'cause you'd probably shoot yourself again.

[eyeforai]

I didn't shoot myself, it was a rebound!

[HE WILL HOLD FAST TO THIS WORDING LIKE A PEDANT]

[soupervillain]

From a gun. That you shot.

[ never letting it go sorry!! ]

[eyeforai]

That's still not the same as shooting yourself!

[one sounds a lot dumber than the other and clearly a man like him cannot be dumb!!]

[soupervillain]

Whatever helps you sleep at night, Hot Fuzz.

[eyeforai]

[urge to shoot... rising...]

Look, I've gotten doors open before doing that, alright? It just wasn't while I was in a weird house with ghosts and creepy fog.

[soupervillain]

Okay, okay, I believe you. Geez.

[ Does he actually believe Date? Tune in next time to find out. ]

[eyeforai]

[Oh... okay, the argument's over. Does this mean he won???]

Well... good then. Anyway, it's not like I need powers to do my job. I'm a professional.

[soupervillain]

It's cool, I don't discriminate. Some of my best minions are mundies!