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

[impyroverished]

Excuse you? I'm not some amateur! Cleansing dangerous areas by burning them down was a big part of my training--!

[While he was walking towards the boxes to search in them for stuff to block the vents, he steps on what's left of the water that formed the crabs. He stops]

...this will work better than what I already had in mind. I'm going to seal the greenhouse, burn down the plants, and use water to stop any poison from spreading. But you, you can make water! Come on, help me. With an ability like yours it's guaranteed to work.

[noneforall]

[He actually laughs a little, but it's plain entertained instead of mocking; maybe Emil's managed to surprise him, or he's just having a little fun not all the way at his expense. Look, when you not-really-roast a crab as a not-really-team there's some bonding involved, right? Maybe.

Sort of.]

Ah, what are you, some sort of firefighter? I wasn't aware there was a profession quite like this.

[Well, usually probably greenhouses aren't quite like this either. So this is their possible biohazard waste team so far............ a dude with froofy hair and a dude with froofy clothes. Wonderful. There's the smallest quirk of a brow at the leap in logic. It works, doesn't it?]

'Use water'. [an amused murmur] You don't know the scale, or the versatility, or the duration of my ability. There's really no need to be in such a hurry.

[impyroverished]

I can fight with fire.

[Not precisely a firefighter and he knows it, but hey, a small flamethrower is one of the essential tools cleansers have!

Which he doesn't have now because you don't want to use a flamethrower in such a closed space]

Oh, I'm sure you have the right scale and versatility! If water's used, it can trap the toxins from the smoke. I'm planning to ask Haku a favor and convince him to freeze the water so the poison can be discarded, but first I was going to prepare everything I needed!

[That...said absolutely nothing about how much water should be used, or about how. Emil realizes that after a moment]

It's by having as water droplets as possible near the ceiling of the greenhouse.