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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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[ he will be opening the cabinet though, moving the rolls to see what's underneath them. ]
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Romani, meanwhile, has found a couple pieces of paper with writing on them.]
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Do spiders even need bathrooms? Or toilet paper?
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[ he'll be looking at the pieces of writing, though! what's on it. ]
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Romani, meanwhile, can read the first of two pages. Yet again, it is another of the pages written in a thin, spidery hand.
It reads:]
I died.
It was one of those black and white patterned humans, with the large object in it's hands.
It slammed on top of me without hesitation. I was smashed, and my children...
My children...
...I will not go. I hate them. I hate them! I hate them!!
But I am small. Insignificant to their gigantic bodies, even if I do not have to worry about my physical form anymore, and this will not do.
I will make them my prey. I will weave a web so large, that even they will fall to it. And there are other ones like me, tiny grudges in the space between the larger ones that look like them.
And once this web is woven, I will create a new child. I will care for it, and tenderly let it grow until it is ready to devour even the largest being.
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is there a plunger to poke the blob with?]
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[ and boy he's reading the first page over again just to make sure that he's reading this right because...uhhh...this is bad. this is really really bad.
he'll move onto the second page, reading. ]
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Meanwhile, the last page is written in large script, all sense of structure gone.]
My child
has been born
I'm so
happy
I must bring it
more
And it will give me
more children
to care for
I'm so happy
i'm so happy
im sohappy
[the rest is illegible.]
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Sensei, you don't happen to have a stick or something on you, do you?
[time to check around for anything to poke this clog because flushing it seems... bad?]
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[ he will fold those sheets of paper, trying to stuff them into his pocket before going over to dazai’s side. ]
Maybe there’s a broom somewhere? What’s it clogged with, anyways?
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And something making the water black.
... do spiders lay eggs in water? Or... someone definitely was trying to either kill or hide something with the bleach...
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But yeah someone's gonna have to reach into that toilet to get the Prize.]
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rolls up sleeve of left hand to go get the thing--whatever it is
though testing to see if it's acid first. he's not THAT stupid.]
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is it spiders? i hope it's spiders!]no subject
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[lol u so squeamish]
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Also, the black stuff is totally ink. Dazai's hand is now stained black.]
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time to pull out the solid mass and... go wash it off? in the sink?]
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But uh. Trouble is coming your way now.
Because as he runs water over the key to clean it off, suddenly the water coming from the sink shoots out and straight upward, spraying Dazai in the face.]
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[ he probably jumped a few steps back out of fear. sorry dazai, but he’s a wimp ]
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... at least it's not acid.
but WET BANDAGES IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE?]
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[ now his pant legs are all soaked?????? he hates this house. ]
But I think we have some good findings. Let’s just hope we can tell everyone...