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]

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!