RECORDING 11: THE FOURTH MURDER.

[foundationmods]

A fourth week, and this is now definitely routine. Waking on friday, with the knowledge deep down that your number has yet again decreased.

You must still pull yourself from your bed, and discover who is now forever gone.

...But, wait.

What's that smell...?

((OOC: 2 people max under a heading, please! Just to keep things easy on the mods. You can switch out with someone else during an investigation if needed.))

Comments

[impyroverished]

Great! Then we're all doomed! If it's as bad as you're making it sound, then we may as well just lie down and wait for the house to kill us all because we won't be able to do anything against it! We're done for!

[He's throwing his hands around, exasperated. He's not thinking right at all. THe point of what Dazai is saying isn't just flying over his head, it's soaring all the way up in the stratosphere]

cw: suicide

[cw_suicide]

We have until Monday.

If a suicidal maniac like me can survive long enough to make it until then, then you need to get a hold of yourself.

Mind the miasma's influence on you.

[impyroverished]

I already have a hold of myself!

[Point he proves by petulantly leaving the living room.

Can you believe it, Dazai? Just a month ago, Emil had gone to check on you when you had been injured.

The miasma really corrupts people]

[cw_suicide]

[he can believe it.

he's done shit like that before.

but whatever.

maybe someone else can explain it in a way that doesn't set him off.

Dazai is... low cans.]