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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Hallway;

[sageking]

...Hmph. What do you think you're doing, wandering around like this?

[ One reason he asked was simply because she looked awful. She's definitely seen better days.

In a place like this, that didn't bode well. ]

[golden_dream]

[Oh, it's Gilgamesh's voice.]

...

[She leans with her shoulder against the wall, transferring her notepad so she can write a reply, then slide it to show him so he can read it:

"I'm still alive."]

[sageking]

[ Seeing the uh, work done on her neck was easy to conclude it was awful, but it seemed that it affected her ability to speak as well.

There was a frown. Naturally, he's displeased at these state of events.

But, as she put it, she was alive. So, there was that. ]

And the one responsible for your condition was...?

[golden_dream]

...

[A turn, a scratched note:

"Meeeeeeee."]

[sageking]

[ ...Gilgamesh was judging for sure. When was he ever? ]

What foolishness did you get yourself into, then?

[golden_dream]

...

[A turn back, and more writing:

"Let's go back to my room... if I'm going to write it out, I'd rather not have to balance myself while I do it."]

[sageking]

Very well. When we reach your room, you will explain to me in detail.

[ And so they begin their little travel back to her room. He supposed that, as a king, he should keep an eye on her balance as they made their way back so she didn't fall down and injure herself further.

But even though he'll keep pace with her, he'd definitely allow the woman to enter her own room first, and expectantly wait for her to start. ]

[golden_dream]

[She nods, and will accept a shoulder or arm or anything else he gives, letting herself be supported back to her bed.]

...

[She gets her notepad in front of her, she looks up at Gilgamesh's face. She looks at the notepad. Then looks at Gilgamesh's face...

Then, she decides she gives no fucks. She writes, before turning it:

"I wondered what invitation I'd need to give to have the King join me in my room."]

[sageking]

And you indeed have him in your room. Though, it's not like I'm more inclined to ravish you simply because I'm standing here.

[ As audacious and impudent as ever. Something about that just continued to amuse him; maybe it was because of the situation or something else.

Whatever the case, he folded his arms as he considered the woman before him, a smirk on his lips. ]

I await your explanation, woman.

[golden_dream]

...

[She sighs. Not a bittersweet, disappointed, or even jealous, scorned sigh, but one that's... sad, and regretful.

Her next note was turned:

"I know... I know how ugly I am now."

Right. No man in his right mind would want to have anything to do with her with that open wound on her neck. --Hell, even if he did, she'd be worried about popping a suture.

Blinking back some tears, she turned the notepad to write again:

"I was walking the hallways when I heard Hitoka-chan's voice call out asking for help. She was in the middle of investigating some new room. A small bathroom with naught but a toilet, bath, sink, and mirror. The one interesting thing was the mirror. It had a message that simply said... the name of a ghost. I won't write it again. Saying the name and looking into the mirror summons it. So, I won't write it.

Of course we didn't try summoning it right there. That'd be stupid. I wanted to just give up right there, but Hitoka looked convinced there'd be some clue revealed by playing along. I thought for a moment and came up with a plan to try it out without any danger: we went to enlist the help of my relative, Battler."]