RECORDING 13: THE FIFTH WEEK.

[foundationmods]

A fifth week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. It's practically routine at this point, isn't it?

Routine, also is the feeling when you wake up - it's clear the Miasma has gotten even thicker. Now everyone is at level 4 - barring the two 'lucky' negators among you, you are all suffering the effects, your eyes flashing a deep, dark purple when experiencing negative emotion.

Any magic that touches the house itself will corrode over time, just like last week. If a barrier is put in place and touches the floor, walls, or ceiling, in a few hours it will be completely consumed by the miasma and fizzle out. Spells or seals will also give off miasma, and healing is still reduced to even the most powerful of spells only healing minor injuries.

You will not be able to save a grievously injured person from death through spells anymore.

The Temperature has taken another dip. It's now in the 50's, and nippy to need a layer or two. As before, the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.

17 of your number still remain.

...What new horrors await you this week?


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[finalring]

[ even before the vessel shows himself and ruins everyone's day, romani had already started the day off badly.

in his case, it was a sharp, piercing pain which woke him up, as if someone were digging into his wound. so maybe whoever is in or near room 1 can hear him screaming awake. but as soon as it comes it also disappears, leaving only the same constant throbbing of his injury.

he looks pale. however, it's not exactly just out of pain. it looks....horrified, actually.

throughout the day, romani seems to be...trying to follow the schedule as well as he can. being unable to explore means that he can catch up on whatever paperwork he has, although to be honest it's not that much.

he can be seen writing on his notebook as well, though his expression is far more sullen--lost, even--as he does so. at least his writing still looks neat--maybe he's left-handed? ]

near room 1;

[sageking]

[ Gilgamesh was up because what was sleep, and even when sleep he was an early riser anyway. Needless to say, Room 1 and Room 7 were right across from each other, so. Y'know.

It took him not all that long to come right in, axe in hand as his eyes searched the room for any idiotic or monstrous hostiles. He didn't even yell the red head's name because that would count as wasting time as far as he was concerned.

But once he saw there were none and examined Romani's face, frowning... ]

... what happened?

[finalring]

King Gilgamesh...

[ romani practically wheezes out the words, his eyes wide with both fear and pain as he tries to figure out that question himself.

what happened?

nothing. nothing had happened. and yet it did. ]

I...I don't know. I felt a horrible pain from my wound and it...woke me up, I suppose. [ ... ] Do you think that was the miasma?

[sageking]

[ That wasn't a good sign, even in a place where there were few good signs in the first place. ]

More proof that your wound needed to be taken care of before this week even began.

[ He sighed, but then he'll be coming closer. ]

Does it still hurt?

[finalring]

Just a bit more than the usual...

[ it is a broken bone, after all, and he’s reserving the last of his medication for anyone else that might need it. he closes his eyes shut, leaning against the wall to support himself.

being on a top bunk sucks, too. ]

I’ll be fine, I promise. I just have to get used to it and not move much.

[sageking]

Any new developments within this place, no matter how small, deserve intense scrutiny at all times.

...If you've said you'll properly take care, I'll believe it for now. But you better believe I won't tolerate you acting like a fool in that condition of yours.

[ Not really the top of the world from up there, was it?

Being not a healer was inconvenient sometimes, because otherwise he'd have cast a spell last week and been done with it. ]

That aside, I'll ask if you've still kept that book about "Sherlock Holmes" with you.

[finalring]

That is fair.

[ and that’s the end of that, as the second question makes him perk up just slightly. ]

Yeah, it’s there on the desk. Next to my journal.

[ and it’s right there, face up. there’s a small piece of paper sticking from one of the pages—a makeshift bookmark. looks like he has read about half way! ]

during the day

[onemolife]

[ Sometimes you're a switch. In writing.

He's going to peek at what's he is writing though. ]

Oh it's paperwork. That's boring.

[finalring]

I'd rather not anger the Vessel.

[ he sighs. ]

And I think I could go for something boring right now.

[onemolife]

I'm pretty sure the Vessel did most of the paperwork already before he died.

Unless he expects us to write reports on everything we do... think he'll want a detailed report about every little thing that happens?

[finalring]

I guess I can report on how I wrote a report for most of the day.

[ does that count as work? sure! ]

[onemolife]

You could! Also write about all the time you spent with our fair King.

[ :D ]

[finalring]

I am not going to embarrass myself like that! And much less for the Vessel!

[white_camellia]

[...Is she still supposed to come by the room, even if she gave Sissel's body away?

Well, she's coming by anyways, after everything has calmed down a little.]

[finalring]

[ well, it’s not necessary, but romani still greets her with a smile, albeit somewhat strained. ]

You did what you could, Nanaka.

[white_camellia]

Still, it is true I endangered everyone by attempting to do so.

[finalring]

At this point, there is no perfect answer. If you hadn’t let go of Sissel, then you would have put your life in danger.

[ he nods. ]

What happened in the phones, though?

[white_camellia]

First, we called the number given by Ango-san. After a bit of struggling, we managed to relay the situation to them in a coded message, whereupon we were placed on hold. Date-san continued saying that he believed it was a trap, and we concluded that it was not worth waiting for the hold to end.

Sissel-san then asked to call his own number, which was supposed to be "a safe number". When it went through, he seemed to be able to transfer through the phone line. He said he is going to make sure that help is on the way, and he will be back here eventually.

Considering the ghosts' reaction, it appears that he did escape. He really did achieve a miracle.

After that, the phone exploded.

[finalring]

Hm... I wonder if there will be a way for us to find out. But if we don’t see him come back as a ghost, then I’ll accept that as a good result.

[ however, he is not the type to count his chicks before they hatch, so he’ll have to keep an eye on the ghosts throughout the week.

as for the rest of it... ]

Oh, Ango had a number written down? [ well wasn’t that useful ] But if the phone exploded, it was probably as the house’s self-defense mechanism. Can’t have anyone communicating with the outside, right? So maybe this was something that the house was trying to keep hidden.

throughout the day but like, post-angory

[tsunderine]

[hey, Romani, hope you think fast because that seems to be a miasma-tinged gandr shot near his head. except it doesn't actually hit him.

hm.

what's that about?]

[finalring]

What the hell!?

[ romani suddenly jumps away, hissing slightly at how his shoulder aches with the sudden movement. ]

Rin!? What did I do now!?

[tsunderine]

Keep a better eye on your boyfriend.

[fury settles into her tone with narrowed, dead eyes, miasma basically fuming off of her when she speaks but not heading towards Romani just yet.]

[finalring]

And you can’t warn him instead of threatening me!?

[ oh COME ON. he raises his good arm in frustration. ]

I’ll do my best, but I really can’t keep him or anyone on a leash.

[tsunderine]

Who said I'm not going to?

[just spoken pleasantly and casually as if she's talking about like, the weather]

After all, I want to be the only one to hurt him. [is she even talking about Gil at this point?] That is my right.

...Ah, but doctor? I'm surprised you're not denying that he's your boyfriend. We can use that.

[ahaha.wav]

[finalring]

Wait—

[ boyfriend?

....????????????

?!??!?!?!?!??!? ]

N-no, I’m sure he doesn’t see me as something like that. A-and isn’t it a bit warped if—well, never mind. I’m sure that’s the Miasma corroding your personality.