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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[accessorytomurder]

Um, two acid showers, three benign ones, and three maid uniforms. And a locker that tried to eat me.

[...um.]

D-don't worry, I was a mannequin for all of that.

[cw_suicide]

I'm still allowed to worry. Everyone else's abilities have been getting weird, haven't they?

[accessorytomurder]

...y-yeah. Um, I'll smack a table or a wall to make sure it's still working, beforehand. But, let's take a look first.

[She swings open the door, and takes a long look. Does anything stand out at a glance?]

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[ For starters, it's a pretty fancy room. There's also a very ornate looking music box on the dresser. The box itself look like it's made of black and gold marble with gold trim and the lid has an oval gemstone surrounded by small pearls on top. Very nice.

It appears to have a keyhole. Maybe they can find the key around here some where? ]

[cw_suicide]

[he is checking the door, floors, and ceilings for any signs of trappings.]

Maybe we'll be lucky and there's not a single trap.

[accessorytomurder]

That might be a lot to ask for...

[She's amannequin again as she crosses the threshold, and as promised she firmly bangs her jointed wrist on the doorway on the way in, to tst and see if she takes and damage, or feels any pain.

And then she does that odd object-glide in, and begins to turn down the grand bed.]

Especially with my luck so far.

[foundationmods]

[ They won't see anything with a glance. There doesn't appear to be any trip wires, pressure traps, or trap doors. No buckets of ice water over the door or bed or anything else.

While Yachi does her odd glide and slide towards the bed, she may see something shiny on the table with the couches.

The bed itself seems safe. ]

[cw_suicide]

[he's gonna lean against the doorway.]

I seem to go every-other week! Should I stay here until the all-clear since it's that week?

[half-joke, half-serious because he was good and didn't take chances last week]

[accessorytomurder]

Well, I wasn't kidding about triggering every trap I touch, so far. It's, um... for the first pass, it's probably better to play it safe.

[She investigates the table! What's shiny?]

[foundationmods]

[ it's a KEY. It looks like it's for something small. ]

[accessorytomurder]

...Osamu, maybe you should shut the door for a moment...

[cw_suicide]

[sighs.]

A music box bomb would be so charming, though.

Okay~ But also try to back away as quick as you can once you open the box.

[slowly closing the door.]

[accessorytomurder]

I-I will, don't worry.

[She tries the key in the music back and scoots back and to the side as promised, if it fits.]

CW: Spiders (Fake)

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[ It fits! The music box opens up to reveal a mirror and a ballerina- no it's actually a spider figure in the middle. The box starts playing a tune slowly as the spider turns in place.

The lights start to flicker and the spider continues to dance.

The lights start to dim and the spider continues dance. The room just grows darker and darker until there's no longer any light at all inside of the room.

And the spider is still spinning.]

[cw_suicide]

[from behind the door:]

Music box music definitely sets a mood!

[accessorytomurder]

...!? Sh-shh.

[...she panics, and does the first thing that comes to mind.

Now she, too, is a fake spider, identical to this one. She watches it warily from the edge of the box as it spins.]

[foundationmods]

[ Nothing seems to happen with the spider. The music starts to chime slower, almost like it's running out of power, but yet some how continues. It just sounds creepier and creepier.

Is Yachi going to move at all? ]

[accessorytomurder]

...

[She'll scoot back so she's on the table surface, rather than in the line of fire if the lid closes.

She also taps her plastic-y front spider legs together in a polite, nearly silent applause...?]

CW: Real Spiders

[foundationmods]

[ Something sticky tangles on her legs as she scoots back and climbs up on the table. ]

[accessorytomurder]

. . .

[It! Sure is! A good thing she doesn't need to breathe like this! Because her lungs sure would be paralyzed with fear right about now.

The fake spider is now five times bigger. She gives her back legs and awkward little shimmy dance, the rest still braced against the side of the music box.]

Spiders

[foundationmods]

[ As she does her dance, she can see black things moving towards her. They stand out against the furnishings and the flooring, despite it being dark. It looks like there are actual spiders in the room and they are almost floating-

no crawling across webs that now span across the entire floor of the room. ]

[accessorytomurder]

[She's... just... going to clamber up and gently shut the music box, if it's done...]

[cw_suicide]

[yeah... this has been a lot of silence and creepy music]

Hitoka?

[accessorytomurder]

S... s-stay out for a minute, o-okay, Osamu? I-I-I'm... I'm in... the middle o-of something...

[foundationmods]

[ The box is closed, and the lights remain out. The spiders are still heading towards her.

There also seems to be something dripping from the webbing itself. Hm. ]