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
Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday - Thursday
Main Navigation - IC rules + info so far - Dossiers - Locations

Comments

[onemolife]

[ You go, little corkscrew. He'll kneel down to watch her. ]

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. ]

[accessorytomurder]

I... I don't know about that. But, um, at the very least I'm glad I've been able to protect you guys from a few terrible things.

[Speaking of help—]

Um, could you find a glass bowl or vase or something?

[onemolife]

It's not just your ability, you know. It's also just that you keep finding the strength to keep going, while helping out where you can. It's very admirable, Yachi.

[ 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.

[accessorytomurder]

...

[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.

[onemolife]

[ YACHI. ]

I can always pick you up if you want to reach higher.

[ He's watching her hands for a moment. ]

Careful not to spill, okay?

[ He'll let her hold it for a bit. ] After you.

[ Time to head back towards the static area. ]

[accessorytomurder]

[What!!]

...Yeah. I'll be careful.

[Off they go to dump out heinously bougie wine in a salad bowl or something I guess.]

[onemolife]

[ YOU ARE IMPORTANT TOO.

Let's go with big ass salad bowl so they are laughing alone with wine salad.

Would wine count as a salad if they mix in some weird canned fruit in there later? ]

Here we are. One bowl for the wine.

[ It's fancy clear glass bowl with silver inlay. Go ahead and pour it in ]

[accessorytomurder]

[SHH...... it's fine.

Glug glug glug, goes the wine.]

...I wonder if this is going to be the pie, all over again...

[onemolife]

It might be. Keep holding that bottle for me a bit longer just in case.

[ Once she is done, he's going to try to hook an arm around her to keep her there, while he leans in to smell it. All done with letting her do the risky stuff.

It smells like wine. ]

I suppose it is mental warfare. Giving people something nice after a bit of trouble to watch them jump and act cautious.

[ Also giving people nice things before destroying it is also a tactic. ]

[accessorytomurder]

There are so many bottles... I don't think any felt extra heavy or rattled, but...

[She has to fret over whether or not she truly has stumbled into a non-trapped room.]

...one more pass.

[She pats herself down once... twice...

Then comes up with a pen and a sticky note.

WINE. Not sure if safe or poisoned!! Do not drink yet! she writes, slapping it down in front of the bowl.]

I-It feels too easy, somehow.

[onemolife]

Let's grab a few more bottles to compare. They probably won't poison all of them, right?

[ If enough of them looks safe, he'll try it. Going to start heading out before pausing to hold out his hand for her. Want to hold hands a bit? ]

[accessorytomurder]

[She does. She squeezes his hand tight.]

Sounds like a plan.

[onemolife]

[ He will keep a hold of it to help steady both of their nerves as they head back to the wine room. ]

If it's not poisoned, we should hang out again tomorrow night. Just the three of us and drink until we can't think.

[ Then there will be something to blame when the miasma keeps them from hearing another murder. ]

[accessorytomurder]

...yeah. That sounds nice.

[This time, she tries to look for any rare wines. Or... spider-named wines. She's not much of a connoisseur, though...]

[onemolife]

[ Thee won't be anything spider themed or named. Most of them seem to be from France or California, and all of them are from 1920 and earlier.

Wei Wuxian is going to be less picky about inspecting bottles, and just pulling a few bottles from random places in on the wine shelf. ]

That should do it. Find anything unusual?

[accessorytomurder]

[She picks out a couple of the ones with California labels.]

No, not that I can tell. You?

[onemolife]

Nothing so far. I feel like if they did a trap in here, it would be a surprise miasma bottle but... it would feel lighter, right?

[ Lifting up a bottle to check it in the light before nodding towards the door. ]

Maybe I should have worked on an immunity to poison.

[accessorytomurder]

Hopefully.

[Assuming the 'no clip' rule is still valid, at least.]

...If I wasn't staunchly believing Sissel was free and clear of this place, I, um. I'd really wish he were here, right about now.

I THOUGHT I HIT SUBMIT ON THIS

[onemolife]

[ Back to the kitchen then. ]

I feel you on that. I am hoping he's much safer where ever he is.

[ And honestly hoping he never comes back ]

If it passes this test, we can always try just a tiny taste of it first.

w h o o p s

[accessorytomurder]

He has to be.

[She says it, as if conviction alone can make it true.]

I wish we had some sort of detox tablet... but a single lick and some waiting shouldn't be too terrible. H... hopefully.

[onemolife]

[ They do have salt... so he can always use that if needed.

Back to the kitchen to pull out more bowls. ]

It's a bit of a shame we have to waste some of it to be sure.

[accessorytomurder]

I'd be concerned if we drank all of this. We'd get poisoned no matter how benign it was.

[onemolife]

Maybe some of it then?

[ And time to find a bottle opener to start opening each of the bottles. He'll hand each one over to Yachi to pour into a bowl one at a time. ]

[accessorytomurder]

[She pours each out, and labels them all with cautionary stick notes.]

Let's see... How many spoons do we have, do you think?

[onemolife]

We have a few in here. If we run out, we can use the measuring spoons instead. Or get more from the dining room.

[ Time to search the drawers until he finds some. Placing them down by the bowls. ]

Are you planning on trying a taste?