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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[white_camellia]

[Oh, it's Ky! Okay, time to greet him... Wait, she doesn't have a mouth anymore. Perhaps psychic communication would work?]

K-n.Ismbfnrthstptthh.. bthng, tms.

[...Or language could be messed up, too. It's probably better to try images? Thankfully she has some experience with that moose... Let's try this again...]

[Image of a coin being flipped, but instead of landing on one of the faces, it lands on its side, and remains stuck there.]

[zweivoltage]

[His hand falls away from his sword, first in confusion at the blast of muffled noises going through his head, then the image that pops into his head.

Ky drops to his knees, somehow it seems right]

You're stuck...? Your measure didn't work right?

[The young man asks, to be sure he understood correctly]

[white_camellia]

[The curtain lifts itself off the door, and... just kind of bobs, before returning to its position and sending a psychic affirmation. How to explain this situation exactly... She has no idea, this kind of thing has never happened before.]

[zweivoltage]

[Is... the curtain part of her? This wasn't what he had in mind when she mention the risk of becoming a witch]

Take your time... are you in any pain?

[white_camellia]

[Okay, let's try to explain this... First, we need to explain the current situation...]

[Comfort. Image of a curtain hanging on a door. Rightness.]

[...That's not explaining the situation at all, Nanaka. The ceramic hand on the right moves over and pinches the left side of the curtain before returning to its proper position. Let's try this again, without the witch side interfering.]

[Image of two Nanakas. One looks tired, the other... has a witch hat on.]

[zweivoltage]

[Rightness? What was it getting - the sudden movement of the hands jolt him from being able to think more on it]

So... you're stuck between yourself and being a witch, am I understanding it right?

[white_camellia]

[ ...Not quite right, but close enough to be understood, at least. Once again, it will lift off and kind of... bob a little, before sending another psychic affirmation.

Communicating complicated information is hard when you can't talk. She should try writing later.]

[zweivoltage]

[Hands... oh!

He reaches into a pocket and places his note pad and a pen in front of him]

Can you write?

[white_camellia]

[The hand on the left moves to pick up the pen, only for the hand on the right to cut it off and begin writing in the notepad. Yes, while Ky is still holding it.]

I am cohabiting. With my selves.

For the time being, I have control of the left side, while the 'other' me has control of the right.

[zweivoltage]

[His brow knits, again the right hand cutting off the left... He's not sure if he entirely understands what it means]

So... there is the 'you' I know, and the 'witch you' together, and neither really has full control.

I suppose it is unlikely, but is there something we can do, Nanaka?

[white_camellia]

There is something like a circuit breaker active. Whenever too much energy shows up in one place, it gets cut off.

This is what stopped the process halfway through. Once that block is removed, this state will be resolved.

Though I am uncertain which way it will do so.

[And then the other hand finally gets a hold of the pen.]

I'm sorry.