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]

[ hey he only asked if you wanted to, he didn't say you had to!

but ok he wait ]

[reanimania]

All right, he's in.

[ and for the sake of not bogging maple down in dumb games from the weekend we will handwave most of this!! ]

[soupervillain]

[ All right, out of the goodness of his heart and also probably out of not wanting to get badgered by petty feuders for the rest of the weekend, Ango has generously provided them a few logic puzzles to work on. Giovanni taps his pencil against the first grid, contemplating for a minute or two before his brain starts to overheat. ]

Ugh, if the person in the red house owns either a cat or a bird, but doesn't live next to the person in the blue house - this is stupid! I don't care about any of these people or their pets!! When do we get to do, like, an obstacle course?!

[reanimania]

[ Saphir is quietly working through the puzzles without much trouble, though he's not exactly blowing through all of them either; he may be (and is!!!) a genius, but these aren't the kinds of problems he ever has to think about.

At that outburst, he looks up from his own paper in annoyance. ]

Are you serious?? That would be a completely different competition! It's not like it takes much intelligence to jump over a hurdle.

[ It takes athleticism. Which he does not have. ]

[soupervillain]

You're just scared 'cause you'd lose!

[ I mean. This is probably true, but... ]

[reanimania]

I'm not scared, but yes, I would almost certainly lose a contest of physical ability.

[ He knows his strengths and he knows that is absolutely not one of them. ]

Just like you're going to lose this one.

[soupervillain]

Ughhh!

[ Giovanni, unable to refute this, sets about angrily scrawling answers on his paper. Eventually, he reveals several grids that appear to have been filled in at near-complete random, as well as a crude drawing of himself sticking out his tongue at an equally crude drawing of Saphir in the margins. ]

So? What do I win? There's cash prizes, right?