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RECORDING 4: THE SECOND WEEK

A second week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. With first blood - and oil - spilled, it now seems as if it'll only be a matter of time before the worse eventually happens once more. Thankfully, it seems as if the Miasma is content to remain at the same levels it did before, so arguments are unlikely to break out, though tensions are surely high after everything that's already occurred.
Speaking of which, the temperature remains a consistent comfortable early to mid 70's in the house. It appears at least that you'll be here in comfort..? Though it appears that the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.
Yet, something feels...wrong. The house feels as if it is laughing at you, when you awake...
...What new horrors await you this week?
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[ Not... that it can probably get too much worse for you when you're a triple-dead ghost in constant pain and suffering. But that's still no excuse for being rude to your friends!
Also, he pets Sissel behind the ears, affirming his declaration. Giovanni Potage isn't planning to go down to any ghost frogs anytime soon. ]
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I said the Choirfrogs were the weakest. [he reaches in his coat and pulls out four more, unique, pins, holding them between the fingers on one hand]
.... You're zetta lucky, I left Drake and Rhino at the Foundation.
[he puts them away]
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Still, we have a clue now. So there's a chance.
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[She fiddles with something she's been using as a bookmark.]
Do you... do you know how much longer you... have?
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[ At Yachi's question, though, he falls silent. It's... well, it's not something he wants to think about. But they can't avoid the topic forever. ]
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[he looks at Yachi, a hint of uncertainty in those dead eyes]
... Four or five days? Week, tops.
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