RECORDING 4: THE SECOND WEEK

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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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[cw_suicide]

... literal drake and rhino?

[he's... he's trying so hard not to look disappointed. please. his brain is dying from so much direct thinking.]

[accessorytomurder]

...

[Her voice is as gentle as the hand that reaches out to squeeze his own.]

It's still Sho, Dazai-kun. ...if you want a puzzle that badly, we could look for one in here...?

[cw_suicide]

[she... can have his hand. yeah. ok. bringing up cigarette because need to finish it off]

That, or play word games. That's how I got where I was, anyway. Rhino makes me think Ivory makes me think Tusk makes me think Elephant or something like that.

[accessorytomurder]

Isn't the trick not to think of the elephant?

[Have a teasing hipbump and stop looking so glum, chum.]

...how do those taste, come to think of it?

[cw_suicide]

Elephants? Haven't the faintest.

[but he's going to grin because he knows exactly what she meant]

[accessorytomurder]

Cigarettes, silly.

[She wrinkles her nose up at him. Yeah, she knows he knows!]

My mom always told me to stay away from them, even though she used them daily. But I've always wondered.

[cw_suicide]

Oh.

[well.

her mom's not wrong.

but also her mom's not here and also what is the point of having death looming over your head if you're not going to try new things?

offering over the cigarette between pinched fingers?]

[accessorytomurder]

...

[She leans in and takes a puff straight from his hand, thoughtlessly.

When she reels back immediately, it's as much so she doesn't cough on him as it is to reevaluate what the hell she was thinking.]

S—...sorry.

[cw_suicide]

[he's laaaaughing as a delinquent does when seeing someone sputter and choke on a cigarette]

That's exactly why your mom said they're bad for you~

[and yet back to his lips it goes]

[accessorytomurder]

W... wow.

[Ah... she will not be mocked! ...probably!]

Ango-san was right. You're... pretty bold, to ta-take an indirect kiss i-in stride.

[Teasing was... attempted?

It's a bit like seeing a puppy trying to puff itself up intimidatingly.]

[cw_suicide]

[oh my god.

he'd be a little more flustered about it but in fact...

he tries not to laugh and holds up his hands with fingers going at her creepily]

That's right, Yacchan! I'm exactly the kind of guy your mother probably warned you about, after all~

[accessorytomurder]

No, Mom told me I could be a prime target for leeching host-types if I wasn't careful.

[She pokes a finger into the center of one of his palms.]

Dazai-kun isn't that flashy. And you haven't asked to borrow money either, so...

[cw_suicide]

[sweetie, he owned those clubs at one point???]

That is true... I am nothing now if not an impoverish worker drone at a typical 9 to 5 job.

[accessorytomurder]

[Yeah but like. He's not a sleazeball around her.]

Long live the wage slaves. Where would Japan be without them?

[She laughs a little bit.]

...though, you're probably the first man I thought could pull off a white suit without looking at least a little tacky.

[cw_suicide]

[this is the most hilarious compliment on his appearance, somehow? he waves a hand.]

It's the difference between a leech and cockroach~ I just know where there's good lighting!

[case in point, he's positioning himself at an angle so he looks very grandiose and pleased with himself.]

[accessorytomurder]

...Pfft.

[cw_suicide]

I thought the yellow dress was really the most flattering, if I'm honest. Enough though yellow can be hard to pull off--certain personalities really bring out the color, doesn't it?

[accessorytomurder]

It was pretty and fun to swish around in, I, um—

[She laughs a little, self-consciously.]

It probably seems silly to somebody like you, but I've never worn anything that backless aside from swimsuits. It felt kind of... daring.

[cw_suicide]

[he smiles, encouragingly, as he taps off more ash--it's burned pretty low now.]

But fun, right?

[accessorytomurder]

...y-yeah.

[She ruffles a hand through her hair.]

I... I've been thinking, I don't want to keep waiting to try the things I've been putting off.

[cw_suicide]

[he nods along because, yeah, seems about right and reasonable.]

Considering circumstances... it's not a bad idea.

[but he is going to avoid thinking about that end scenario by leaning over to get the 8 ball.]

What kinda things were you thinking about?

[accessorytomurder]

Oh, um, well... before... well, before, I thought I might as well kiss somebody during the dares, b-but, um...

[She averts her gaze.]

I... chickened out.

[cw_suicide]

[because his grip wasn't entirely on the ball, it is in fact slipping out from under him a little before he catches himself. HE'S FINE. he's too busy looking at Yachi with surprise]

--eh? Seriously?

[and then if you ever wanted to know just how dumb he is:]

... who?

[accessorytomurder]

—wh... who? U-um... that's...

[She splays a hand over her face, beet red.]

...g... guess...?

[cw_suicide]

[this long look of someone who is once again faced with a VERY SIMPLE AND OBVIOUS ANSWER and yet he is for some reason looking for all the world confused about a puzzle that does not exist.

but then he remembers who he's talking to.

and then there's a feeling not unlike dread... but also charmed disbelief.

points to her?


then... slowly... to himself? increasingly looking surprised as he does.]