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?


WARNING: Some investigations of new areas will contain traps that may be harmful or even lethal.
MIASMA LEVEL: 4
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[finalring]

[ what the hell is here ]

[onemolife]

[ It's a Doctor in an office! Also WWX is tagging along ]

Did you hear something?

[oxidegreen]

[Marona is here, still not feeling at 100% because thanks boomers, but at least she can still move around alright.

Rather than answer verbally, she just gives a quick nod of her head, hand hovering by the hilt of her sword.]

[finalring]

I thought I heard something but I’m not sure...

[ he’ll glance over at marona, however. ]

How are you feeling?

[onemolife]

Maybe it's the ghosts playing tricks on us?

[ He is snooping around hmm ]

[oxidegreen]

I'll be alright.

[She keeps her voice carefully level as she looks around as well, on guard in case it turns out to be another one of Sho's Noise...]

[foundationmods]

[It sure is skittering! As you all open the door and peer in, you'll note that it looks like a bit of a mess in here. There's papers scattered all around, and the chair has been knocked over. Ango's gonna have a fit.

Still, it sounds like something is...digging under the desk..?]

[finalring]

What is that...

[ he’s going to try kneeling down to see what is...? ]

[onemolife]

[ He'll look at Marona to let her protecc Romani if it comes to it, while he walk closer to the desk. Look, Gil is not going to be happy if Romani gets even more hurt.

Time to peek under there ]

Maybe it's Sissel?

[oxidegreen]

Doctor, please allow me.

[She's just going to move ahead of him because look. She's the one with the sword here. There are things out to kill them. It just seems best to protect the doctor right now.]

[foundationmods]

[Geez, y'all are getting into this desk space huh - Well, okay!

...Because what they see are two glowing raccoon eyes, stopped mid-making a nest on a few papers.

It sniffs, carefully.]

[finalring]

You—

[ holy shit. holy shit holy shit.

he slowly reaches into his pocket, reaching out for a stick of butter. ]

Come here... come here.

[onemolife]

Looks like he stuck around after all.

[ Time to kneel down. ]

Looks like he's making a nest in here.

[oxidegreen]

[...Hmmm. She's still on guard, but she'll crouch down to see how this plays out, leaving enough space to draw just in case.]

[foundationmods]

[Sniff.

Sniiiiiff.


!!!

The Raccoon immediately comes forward, heading right for that butter, tiny pawsies reaching out. GIVE HIM THE BUTTERS.]

[finalring]

Ahaha...

[ the way that romani’s eyes light up as soon as the raccoon recognizes the butter is almost unnatural considering the gravity of the situation. ]

Here you go, buddy.

[onemolife]

You can't tell from looking at him, but he's probably hungry.

[ Can he touch the raccoon cause he wants to touch. ]

[oxidegreen]

[Continuing to watch this all very intently!! Do not try to pull anything, Mr. Raccoon!!!]

[foundationmods]

[The butters are in the raccoon's reach -

Until it feels WWX's hand touch it's fur. It suddenly Hisses and slaps at the man's hand, yanking the butter out from Romani's hand and fucking leaping at him.

SORRY MARONA, RACCOON JUST PULLED A THING.]

[zweivoltage]

[At the same time, their radios come to life, with Ky's exasperated voice]

We... found an Elk in the Entryway, he seems to be looking for something small and furry. We think it might be the Raccoon... which last we know of was shoved up a chimney by certain someones.

[finalring]

Fuck!

[ well, that is definitely a raccoon that's barreling into him at the moment. he yelps in pain as he instinctively moves to accommodate the animal, and he wraps his good arm around it protectively.

it hurts like hell, but...

he's laughing softly? ]

Come on, don't be that rude...

[ however, ky's voice snaps him out of that moment of happiness, and he raises an eyebrow in confusion. ]

A moose? Here? [ he seems to be looking at the raccoon, unsure. ] How?

[zweivoltage]

It... seems to just phase through the walls?

[onemolife]

[ Whoops. Looking at his own hand for a moment. ]

...I'm probably more infected than I thought.

[ That's more to himself.

And hmm Moose. He'll just listen to their chatter. ]

[cw_suicide]

[over the radio, so not in the room:]

... an elk?

[the fuck?]

[zweivoltage]

[He pauses, there's muffled sound in the background:]

I guess it's called a Moose elsewhere?