RECORDING 4: THE SECOND WEEK

[foundationmods]

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?


WARNING: Some investigations of new areas will contain traps that may be harmful or even lethal.
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arcade

[golden_dream]

[She found herself peeking inside the arcade eventually...

...Oh, that was something.]

Dazai-san.

...Did you take lessons from Seteth?

[cw_suicide]

Eh?

[... the stick goes sailing out of his hand and onto the ground]

[golden_dream]

[j-jumps!]

...Never mind.

[she'll step inside though]

[cw_suicide]

Ah... sorry about that. My right hand's still a bit on the weak side.

[golden_dream]

It's all right.

[She'll pick up that stick and just... set it down, gently.]

[cw_suicide]

Come to investigate the room? I've just been fooling about, mostly...

[golden_dream]

I was just poking around. Though a game room is a little unexpected, it's not too far outside of imagination.

[...]

Have you... always... had those cigarettes?

[cw_suicide]

Since the day I got the alcohol. Limited stock.

[offering one?]

[golden_dream]

Thank you!

[As she gingerly took the cigarette from his offered hand, Rosa's expression could, probably, best be described as "restrained jubilation."]

Ah... I don't normally smoke, please understand.

[...]

May I trouble you for a light?

[cw_suicide]

No trouble at all.

[taking his own lit cigarette from his lips to offer it between two fingers]

[golden_dream]

[stares, not quite getting it, before...]

Oh.

[...she'll sweep her hair back out of the way.]

[cw_suicide]

[sorry not sorry. he's saving the matches in his precious matchbox.]

My, but looks are deceiving. First alcohol, now cigarettes.

Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me.

1/2

[golden_dream]

[she'd retort, but her mouth is busy.

Once it starts to get lit, she'll eagerly puff away until it's burning enough to keep going, taking a long inhale and relishing the smoke filling her lungs...

psa: don't smoke, smoking is addictive and dangerous to your health.]

2/2

[golden_dream]

[She'll eventually pull it back and exhale, politely, giving him a wry grin.]

Come now. It's not strange for anyone to want to relax once in a while. Is it? I'm a situational smoker... drinker too, really.