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foundationmods) wrote in
thefoundation2020-04-23 10:29 pm
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RECORDING 5: THE SECOND MURDER

A second week, with it's own answers and questions, has almost passed. The loss of a fellow agent is a hard blow to take - but as everyone went to bed, there might have been the faint hope that maybe that would be the only loss...
Yet, upon awakening, there is that same feeling of dread coiling in your gut, just as it did last friday. That same self-satisfied feeling lingers in the air, and you must pull yourself from your bed...and count your losses.
As you all rise and look towards a new day, the faint traces of Miasma lap at your heels...
...And around whatever corpse now lingers in the hallways...
((OOC: 2 people max under a heading, please! Just to keep things easy on the mods.))

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[That. Is. A factual statement!]
I, um... needed something of mine. Briefly. And, uh... privacy. S-Sorry, I... didn't think you'd be back yet...
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Well, he's going to come in and grab his coat and notebook off of his bed.
And flip to one of the back pages for a moment. ]
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Saphir, have mercy!]
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For the record, you really are a sleazebag.
[ Aaaand he's out. As you were. ]
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[NO.]
I-I'm sorry, Dazai-kun. I should've just crawled back under the table...
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while she was yelling at Saphir, Dazai had already dropped to the floor and is making his way under a bed to live amongst the dust bunnies and filth because there's no trashcan big enough in here and it is where he belongs]
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[She kneels back down, peering under the bed.]
Come back out here. ...p-please?
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muffled, being spoken to the floor:]
N-no, it's fine, Yachi-chan. The truth sets us free, right? So naturally, this is the correct place for a person like this to go...
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[Time to try drastic measures.]
...for me?
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but he's at least looking up at her and making the effort to get closer to the edge of the bed.]
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[She reaches a hand in to help pull him out.]
Come on. Upsy-daisy.
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... he is covered in dustbunnies]
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...there. Now, what was that about?
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... which "that"?
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[You know exactly "that" sir.]
[private, you interrupting stalkers!]
then he looks back to her and, well, the mortification still hasn't gotten out of his system but.]
... did it... not make sense?
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opens mouth
closes mouth...
checks door again.
then, in a bit of a mutter:]
I might be... experienced with physical things, but it's not like I know anything about how to handle this sort of thing...
But I guess, to be clear... I don't just. Think of you... as a friend?
[look. it might sound a bit uncertain but spoilers about Dazai Osamu: his confidence is actually 90% fake in the first place. and 10% is based on intellectual standards, not... this.]
But since you kept saying "friends", I didn't want to push it, so...
[he just kept up his usual???]
... I messed up.
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O...
[Her cheeks are heating rapidly, and her voice dwindles to a squeak.]
O-Oh.
[Oh.]
I-I, um. I th-thought... "friends" was the most I c-could've really hoped for...
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[AND HERE HE THOUGHT HE WAS BEING A TOO OBVIOUS DINGUS]
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[He's??? The least opaque person???]
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