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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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[Maybe that's... enough...]
I have a handkerchief, at least.
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Yeah, that probably worked. Everything seems pretty clean here surprisingly.
[ Besides whatever bugs are living there ]
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[She gingerly holds it in the handkerchief, then turns to the door.]
...I wasn't kidding about staying out of the line of fire, earlier. Please stay back a little.
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[Ignore the spider room.]
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[ So she doesn't have to shuffle ]
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[Okay, mannequin!Hitoka is back on the scene, scooting over. Her fake hand guides the key in and unlocks the door.
She double-checks that he's out of a possible blast radius one more time, before pushing the door open.]
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[ Teasing a bit.
Just going to sneak on closer after she starts pushing the door open because he's nosy as hell and can't really sit still.
Dun dun duuuuuun. It's just a wine room There doesn't seem to be any explosions or traps. ]
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[She's not even thinking about how that sounds as she slide-scoots her way in, mindful of... god, what would be the worst and dumbest way to die. Floorboard traps. She checks every board and looks ridiculous doing it, probably.]
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[ Keeping his tone carefully playful at that.
He'll watch her as she checks the floor before pulling out his bamboo flute. Stepping only in the spots she already stepped in before he leans over to poke at the bottles, keeping an eye open for anything tumbling their way or wires. ]
Hmm. I wonder if they thought just hiding the key was enough of a trap this time?
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[She cants her blank head to one side, uncertain.]
I, um. I... didn't think I-I was your type, honestly. —Ah, watch out for cobwebs! Just... just in case.
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To be honest, I'm not even sure what my type is. You are very cute and a hard worker. It would be hard not to fall for someone like that.
[ He will look for cobwebs. Just going to carefully pull out a bottle to check. ]
Maybe we should keep an eye out for any bottles that look newer?
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[She keeps a (fake) eye out for anything new—or newly moved.]
...I don't know how we could test what is and isn't safe to drink, but I think you're definitely on the right track.
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It's only flattery if it isn't very sincere.
[ You're cute, Yachi. ]
Nothing really stands out. Maybe we should just touch all the bottles just to be sure.
[ He'll look down at his feet and prod lightly with his flute before poking more bottles ]
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[She tugs it out and gently sets it on the floor, as best she can. Then she goes through, tugging bottles out, checking behind them, and putting them back.]
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[ He'll check on bottles up higher on the shelf, systematically going through them all. ]
I don't see any signs of tampering. Maybe we should open a bottle up to be sure?
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[She searches through again for any notably light ones.]
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Ready when you are.
[ It's muffled.
There doesn't seem to be any wine bottles lighter than the others. ]
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[She picks that 1910 one and sets it down.
A moment later a corkscrew thunks down through the wax on top of it and winds down, then carefully... wiggles the cork back up...]
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I keep being impressed by you, you know. I don't know what we would do without you.
[ Her ability and just everything.
And it'll take a bit, but the cork will come out. It looks like it's normal fancy red wine inside of the bottle. ]
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[Speaking of help—]
Um, could you find a glass bowl or vase or something?
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[ He'll look around hm. Then just grab for the bottle instead. ]
Might need to look for one in another room, so let's just take it out with us.
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[Her paranoia and anxiety skyrocket, but she gives a slow handle-tilt.
And then she's human again and she's holding the bottle, because the chorus of better me than him is back and louder than ever in her head.]
...y-you're taller, so you can reach the shelves better.
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I THOUGHT I HIT SUBMIT ON THIS
w h o o p s
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