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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[boardreversal]

[He watches all of this, his face contorting into....

What is that emotion? Relief, gratitude, Fear?

Something inside of him screams that it'll be bad. If he learns her Truth, then - then what? He'd accept her, but what would that mean?

To accept her magic is to accept, for a moment, that there's more than what the 'strange, unorthodox mystery' that he believes in - has to believe in, his instincts keep yelling. Because then - because then -

'This miasma, this curse that everyone keeps talking about...
...If I....ask for the truth about Tokiwa-chan....
....Will I....be unable to keep...believing that it doesn't exist...?'

His head feels like it's about to split open, and his words stutter out, almost not even realizing he's saying them.]

I...I can't.....I can't! I-I'm - I have to -

[Clutching at his head, he suddenly retreats, heading over to one of the couches and trying not to tremble.]

[white_camellia]

[Yeah, she's going to continue writing anyways. He probably won't read it, but...]

Then deny it. Deny it with everything you have. Your truth is something only you can decide on. Let no one reject your truth, and make it your own. You are the one who decides your reality, no one else. If you wish to think of things in terms of pieces or cards, you are a Joker. You decide the rules of the game you are in, and you have the power to overturn it. That is something uniquely yours. Never let that go.