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thefoundation2020-04-26 03:07 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2020-04-26 03:07 pm
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RECORDING 7: THE THIRD WEEK.
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?
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[ he can’t even bring himself to argue anymore, honestly. he has to take care of rosa, although picking her up is a little difficult—he’s not exactly strong, after all. ]
I’ll be in room 5. Please come check with me when you’re done.
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[She moves to rip the note that started this off the wall, then shift into coiled drain snake form.
She checks the pipes attache to the sink, tub drain, and even the toilet while in that form.]
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You get the impression this room was just meant as a trap...]
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[She looks at the damned note again, and...
...
No. She won't rip it. She'll keep it so they can recognize it if they see it again.]
...dammit.
[She backtracks to her room, takes out the duct tape, and plasters over the mirror entirely, before slumping off to Room 5.]
...nothing. The most we got from it is a sample of handwriting we know we can't trust, now.
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