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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Comments

[accessorytomurder]

But what if it's a bomb room? O-Or more acid?!

[onemolife]

The only way to find out is to try. Though, maybe you stay by the dressing room's door way just in case.

[accessorytomurder]

No, you should stay by the dressing room door.

[She squeezes him.]

I'm the one who got out of the acid room. ...both acid rooms.

[onemolife]

[ Giving a squeeze back. ]

How about... we both do it together? I don't really feel right letting you be alone like that. That way, whatever happens we can pull the other out?

[accessorytomurder]

Only if you're behind me.

[She's firm on this!!]

[onemolife]

[ ... ]

Okay, I'll be behind you.

[accessorytomurder]

Good. Thank you.

[Her back is slight and small, but she'll shield him with it for as long as she can.]

[onemolife]

After the meeting, I will borrow you for a bit then.

[ Looking over at Dazai. ]

You don't mind us running away together for a bit, right?

[cw_suicide]

[DRAMATIC SIGH]

I'll be so lonely... but I suppose I can just harass Battler in the meantime...

[onemolife]

Have fun~ Maybe we'll think about making it up to you later.

[boardreversal]

[I mean he is basically having a panic attack behind the couch, so, like,

Might actually want the harassing to make that stop, at least?]

[cw_suicide]

[and this is why he is just immediately sitting on Battler]

[boardreversal]

AaaAAAaa??

[The hell was that noise, Battler???]

D...Dazai-san...?

[cw_suicide]

[... yeah, what was that noise.

but Dazai looks down with a vaguely curious sound of his own]

Oh, was this not the front of the couch? You should actually sit down properly if you don't want people to mistaken you for a part of the couch, Battler-kun.

[boardreversal]

I-I'm behind the couch, though....?

[DAZAI-SAN, PLEASE?

Also the bleach smell isn't...really helping his headache, but he'll tolerate it for Dazai.]

[cw_suicide]

Yes, let's fix that.

[he stands up and then starts to bully Battler onto his feet.]

Couches are for sitting on, after all.

[boardreversal]

Ah - Hey, wait - I can get up on my own -

[He's on his feet now, he guesses?]

Alright, alright! I'll go sit down.

[AWAY HE GOES....definitely trying not to look at Nanaka, tbh.]

[cw_suicide]

[well, good. cause he's gonna sit on the arm of the couch to block the view.

also to distance because uh. he damp and the bleach is still a bit there.]

There we go. Where someone with a concussion should go, rather than behind the couch!

[boardreversal]

[He appreciates that, at least. Quite a bit, though the smell is still...kind of awful for his head.]

I don't have a concussion - Gilgamesh just hit me too hard, that's all.

[...]

...But, I guess I should thank you. So...Thanks, Dazai-san.

[cw_suicide]

For what? Using you as a chair?

[though he is lifting up a lapel of his coat to sniff at it.]

... I think I've lost my sense of smell. Is it bad?

[boardreversal]

For being worried about me.

[YOU'RE NOT SLICK, DAZAI.]

Ah...I can handle it. It's not too bad - might even be a little better than your normal odor.

[Okay, he's joking now. But...it's better than thinking about Nanaka and things that cannot be thought of their situation.]