RECORDING 7: THE THIRD WEEK.

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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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[finalring]

Oh my god that's lead paint.

[ he'll just close it and cough a bit. that's bad. ]

Have you guys found anything else? If not, I can imagine that our Foundation agent just came here to investigate like us when this room showed itself.

[tsunderine]

[shakes her head]

Not really... it seems that they were renovating in here, but that's it.

Should we check the other two cans?

[well okay we're doing this then......

just going to take a deep fucking breath in, hold a sleeve up to her nose and mouth and just lift the empty can on its side to see if there's anything underneath it]

[dreamshielder]

[And moving away from the very mundane wallpaper and glue set, he's going to blink over at Romani.]

Is that bad? [He's going to check out the other paint can with some degree of dubiousness and give it a nudge with his foot to set it upright. Time to see what there is to see inside it.]

I haven't found anything of interest.

[foundationmods]

[ Nothing happens when Rin picks up the sideways can. There's nothing under it and there' just dried up paint stuck up inside of it.

When he flips the can around with his foot, he'll miss that there was indeed something inside of it. He'll hear the thunk sound and a click as it's flipped right side up. Inside of the paint can is one of Jack's Bionic Fields and it's been activated. Purple miasma starts spilling out of it, blanketing the entire room.

Everyone's Miasma level in this room will go up by one level ]

[finalring]

Shit! You two!

[ as soon as roman sees the purple cloud appearing, he calls out to rin and haku in a panic. forget about himself, but the other two--!! ]

[tsunderine]

[fuck.

goddamn it. it doesn't matter anymore because they're basically fucked but Rin especially is because she's immediately falling to her knees and immediately screaming out to the point where anyone who might be in the nearby vicinity might be able to hear her--

and she just

well.

the itensity of it all is too much for her to bear when it's like this, which is why her irises turn purple during that moment because

flashbacks coupled with the whole concept of

we're fucked, we're fucked, we're absolutely fucked

is

not

helping.]

[dreamshielder]

[Where RIn has apparently started screaming, Haku instead freezes in place as the miasma spreads.

They have to leave, of course. They can't just stand there, but his mind's elsewhere, courtesy of the miasma. The image of a mob wielding knives, rakes and scythes as he tries to tell himself ot run but can't because his mother's glassy eyes are boring holes into him from the ground.

Run. Run. Run.

His hands form tight fists at his sides as he just stares blankly at Rin collapsing while Romani rushes over.

Slowly but surely, ice starts to form on the ground.]

[finalring]

[ roman sees and hears the reactions from both haku and rin.

he can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, his breathing quickening as he feels his entire body shaking in fear and anxiety. he can't do this. he can't do this. he can't help any of them, and especially not them.

it's the ice that makes him jolt, a small terrified noise escaping him. he doesn't want to die here. not here, anywhere but here!!!

so--

he runs away, pushing past haku and rin. ]

[sageking]

[ He's about to ask what Romani's doing but he saw all that purple stuff coming straight out and there were two people in there.

Seeing who they were made hardly any time to ask.

A gust of wind blows in and pushes aside the miasma for the moment as he ran in, allowing them a breath of air for awhile as he came right in, and it will stay that way while he was in here. ]

You two fools need to leave! Now!

[tsunderine]

[ah, that voice—

she can barely hear it between breaks of seeing things but she soon snaps back to reality, her head raised,

and it's in that very second that the brief notice of her purple irises soon fade back to their normal hue, unbeknownst to her as she tries to shake the negative thoughts out of her head.

they're still there, her mind throbbing and all over the place but there's the base instinct of wanting to live and not make things worse than they already are that she just tries to immediately run out of the room while her feet still barely work.

although the moment she does, she hits the wall opposite the room, gasping, her hands forming tight balled fists in frustration.]

[dreamshielder]

[Haku raises his head, turning to the door as the wind pushes the miasma back and instantly the ice that had been forming around him like an ineffective shield cracks and shatters.

The memory lingers, even if the flashback itself is over, but now isn't the time to be thinking about such things. He, too, runs for the door, and once he's out in the hallway takes a few deep breaths to compose himself.]

... thank you.

[sageking]

[ Gilgamesh will follow them once they're both out. Once he was, the miasma in the room will settle back into where it was, blanketing the renovation room in miasma. Though the blond will make sure to close the door behind him before it completely does so (but the process could be observed as he did.) ]

Hmph.

What exactly happened back there?

[ He looked displeased. It wasn't like when Rin had angered Sho again, was it? ]

[tsunderine]

Long story short, there was a trap underneath a paint can that caused that.

[largely irritated to the point where it is made largely obvious in her voice]

[dreamshielder]

[After giving his thanks, he drops eye contact in favor of looking at the wall. He nods to corroborate her story, his tone somewhat distant.]

Other than that mishap, there was a print left behind that matched the boot that Rin-san was able to find previously. Nothing else about that room was of any import.

[sageking]

Hm...

[ He kind of idly wondered why these boots were left behind in the first place, actually. Did they belong to Turner? Or some other Agent?

Not that it mattered since Turner had been the only one left, apparently. But still, it was odd to leave your boots behind underneath a bed...

It was something to think about. ]

Among the foolishness of a ghost's trap, and the print, were you able to tell if it had been left recently?

[tsunderine]

It didn't look recent, but it was hard to tell when.

[dreamshielder]

The object that contained the miasma, however.... that belonged to Morrison. So we can probably safely assume that the core wanted us to see this print. Or didn't care if we did.

[Another red herring, he feels tbh. He straightens up.]

If the two of you don't mind, I'd like to excuse myself. I hope you feel better, Rin-san.