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thefoundation2020-05-10 10:44 pm
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RECORDING 13: THE FIFTH WEEK.

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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[ So saying, he concentrates for a moment, and a bowl of tasty veggie soup appears in his palm. It's a little miasma-y, but that's fine, right? It's fine. He holds it out to the moose with... maybe a little trepidation. Nice moosey. ]
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After that, it attempts to step forward into the living room - before giving an alarmed snort and backing off.
There's a genuine feeling of worry that Nanaka will receive, along with that same anger.]
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[He does not like that snort]
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...I will try to send it a warning of sorts, though I do not know how well it will do.
[For now, she'll focus on sending the image of map with all the halls from the various weeks added on, as well as an image of a spider web. Concern.]
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...But then there's no time to talk - because as the Moose looks over at Ky, the raccoon comes bursting into the living room.
...There's a slightly smashed stick of butter in one of it's paws????
It weaves between their legs and jumps up on the moose, chattering in a almost accomplished way before the moose grunts and gives Nanaka The impression of saying goodbye.]
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So it was safe after all....
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[ ????? he really needs to just not question anything anymore ]
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[She will then send a good bye of her own. Along with goodbye message to the moose, she will send images of a four-leaf clover and a white gerbera.
She'll also send psychic apologies to the raccoon. Sorry we've caused you so much trouble. Also images of purple hyacinths.]
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With that done, the massive ungulate turns around - and calmly walks through the front door with the raccoon on it's back, clipping straight through it as if they weren't really there at all.]
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