RECORDING 7: THE THIRD WEEK.

[foundationmods]

A third week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. The final week completely covered by everyone's rations, though with proper meting out, you'll be able to make it stretch until after week 4. It seems as if everyone will have to go without a few meals here and there..

To make things worse, when you wake up - it's clear the Miasma has gotten thicker. Everyone, save those still protected either by their powers or items they brought with them, is now even more deeply affected by the curse. Arguments will be flaring up more, along with negative thoughts and feelings...and even more worrying Is that any magic that touches the house itself will corrode over time. If a barrier is put in place and touches the floor, walls, or ceiling, in half a day it will be completely consumed by the miasma and fizzle out. Spells or seals will also corrode, and even personal healing abilities have been halved.

The Temperature has dropped, just a bit - down to the mid to low 60's. Strange, isn't it? As before,the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.

25 of your number still remain.

...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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[noneforall]

Ha. Good to see something else alive in this house, as long as you aren't full of diseases.

[It's probably full of diseases!

He's actually just speaking aloud because Crow is in the room, he doesn't spend that much time monologuing to random woodland creatures. Supernatural crabs are an exception as of the weekend, okay!! That being said, he's literally just standing here barriering a raccoon, because Subete is a guy who makes good life choices.

He does stop prodding it, though. That's probably a good idea. Hmm.

How fat is this raccoon? Does it look like it's been eating all the food in the house?? Is it to blame for their starvation wages?????]

[foundationmods]

[This raccoon is rather large, and is probably the reason why the kitchen was so bare of food. Someone will have to check the pantry to see if he got in there.

Said raccoon is also going to climb out of his bed and go trundling off to find a hiding spot. He's a bit chunky though so his waddling will take a moment. He can be caught if you want to stop him but otherwise he's leaving the trophy room.]

[noneforall]

Now, hang on a second. I can't have you getting into all our supplies.

[Though, what on earth is he going to do about that, they don't have a pet carrier or anything and it's not like they can shove the raccoon into the fireplace or whatever.......

Well, I guess there is something Subete can do, and that is just. Wham bam thank you ma'am there's a second barrier across the entrance to the trophy room now! Probably better than bubbling a grumpy raccoon, but now they're just stuck in this room with it, so there's that. Why has he become the barrier maiden of the round, why is this a thing.]

This really isn't a long-term solution.

[Are we sure there isn't something or somewhere in this room we can make into raccoon jail. I really have no idea what we're going to do with this thing.]

[accrowed]

[ staring from across the room

did you just lock him in here

with

a rabid animal ]

[noneforall]

[Just gives him a pleasant wave from behind his personal barrier.

Yeah, so it's just you trapped in here with Schrodinger's Rabies.]

[accrowed]

[ subete you suck so much ]

[foundationmods]

[Rude crow, he's not rabid! But he does bump into the barrier and make a noise. Then he paws at the barrier, like he wants to get out. He sees freedom but he can't reach it :(]

[noneforall]

[Sadly for Schrodinger's Rabies, as seen from his minor disagreements with Sissel, Subete at his canonpoint is not especially weak to furry woodland creatures. So Sad Raccoon In Non-Manchineel Snow does nothing. He is moving along over to stand by the raccoon, though, staring into the hallway like he's commiserating or something.

He's totally not commiserating.]

You sure you want to go out there? Maybe I should let you out, just so the ghosts can have a look at you. Hmm...

[He doesn't let the raccoon out. And if it doesn't do anything besides remain at the barrier, he'll go take a look at the kindling for the fireplace while they're here and considering what to do.]

[foundationmods]

[As Subete gets close, the raccoon lets out a pitiful noise and trundles off to the chair by the fireplace. He's going to hide under it, unless he gets blocked by barriers again.]

[noneforall]

[He will be allowed to hide under the chair!! Somebody save this poor thing from these two completely unsympathetic looters who are just kind of rooting around the place. Kind of like oversized trash pandas...? Raccoon might be able to get a nap in before Subete comes back to it.

For now, he's going to gingerly remove the crumpled newspaper from the kindling pile and try to smooth it out. Apparently he will go for dirty zillion-year-old newspaper but wild grody animals are where he draws the line. Hope it's just sooty. Uhhh, it's unreadable right, is there anything that can be made out, pictures, whatever?]

[foundationmods]

[It is sooty, yes! It seems to be a newspaper from 1922. The page seems to be a sports page, actually, and is talking about some team sports that were played over the weekend. But the important part seems to be the year on the paper.]

[noneforall]

[1922. If he recalls correctly, that's the year construction stopped on the mansion itself, so it's an interesting year to see pop up. He'll pocket the newspaper after brushing as much soot off it as possible and wrapping it in his handkerchief.

Anything else notable in the kindling pile?]

[foundationmods]

[Nope! You're all good here, you've found everything to find in this room.]

[accrowed]

[ Okay, he snaps closed the pocket knife and heads over to Subete while keeping an eye on the poor, terrified raccoon. ]

Thanks for the help, checking things out went a lot faster with your help. Now, what do you wanna do with him? [ Or her. Whatever it is. ]

[noneforall]

[Subete eyes the newly acquired pocket knife for a moment -- looks like both of them got loot, albeit it just seems to be whatever junk the previous owner, staff or whoever last used this room left here. Now they literally just have this raccoon to contend with.......

There's a careless wave as he directs his attention to the sudden furry member of their party(??).]

We're all interested in finding out more about this house. Or should I say that we're all compelled to do so? There's very little else to do here.

[I think the point here is that he wasn't trying to help you, so hang in there, Crow.]

Hmm. I can keep it trapped here, but I'd rather not supervise a raccoon for the rest of our stay, and I'm not a zookeeper. I have my doubts that the ghosts will let anything leave, but you never know.

[Experiment with raccoon?? Feed raccoon? Turn raccoon into emergency rations? There are so many options.]

[ghostricked]

[Guess who is walking past this room when he sees a barrier up??? Wtf]

Uhh... should I call for help?

[accrowed]

That makes two of us. I'm not sure any of us are even qualified to look after an animal like this—

[ He doesn't get any further than that when he catches sight of Sissel. Maybe he spoke too soon? He puts on a cheery smile and walks over to the barrier and crouches down closer to Sissel's level. ]

Actually, I take that back. The cavalry's arrived, and lucky us. You're already offering to help!

[noneforall]

Oh, I could--

[--think of one or two, is what he's about to say, but speak of the furry devil and there it is. It would be uncanny if this weren't such a relatively small house in many senses of the word, and if they weren't all out exploring today of all days. Subete stays where he is, but waves a lazy hand.

Sissel will find that he can step through the barrier, should he so choose.]

Haha. Did you sniff this thing out or something? Well, he's not wrong. I think this is considerably bigger than a spider, but a little too slow to catch you. How about it?

[Subete are you trying to get Sissel to check out the raccoon or run the fuck away.]

[ghostricked]

What are you- is that a raccoon??!

[He fluffs up and hisses at the chonky boy, stalking through the barrier]

[foundationmods]

[WOW SO RUDE

chonky boy is under the chair and clearly more interested in hiding than fighting, but he does hiss at Sissel. plz to be staying away, he just wants sleep.]

[accrowed]

[ ha

ha

this is gonna go Great. but better the cat than him so he stands up and sliiides to the side ]

If that's what it looks like to you, then sure. Good luck!

[noneforall]

[Raising both his eyebrows at the skittering Crow tbh—]

And what does it look like to you?

[He is very genuinely curious thanks. Never mind that he’s still standing here behind a barrier like a winner watching the woodland creaturepocalypse. Or something. Definitely..... or something...

Good luck, Sissel.]

[ghostricked]

ARE YOU FUCKERS TRYING TO LOCK ME IN HERE WITH IT???!

[Oh. he did a naughty f word. He's rearing back on his rear legs, whole body looking twice as big from pure fluff]

[foundationmods]

[HISSSSSSSSS

The raccoon scoots further under the chair. His body language is saying he no want fight, leave him be.]

[ghostricked]

[Okay, he can understand that much, so he crouches down, backing away with his tail lashing]