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

[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!