thefoundation | 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?

WARNING: Some investigations of new areas will contain traps that may be harmful or even lethal.
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[ a nod ]

With...yarn?

Well, usually you play with a ball. That's why it's called baseball and not base-yarn. But I didn't know I was gonna need to bring a baseball with me to murder-house, so yarn it is!

[ So saying, he tosses the yarn ball to Flayn. ]

Lay one on me!

You wish for me to throw this at you?

[ looks at the yarn

looks at him

looks at the yarn

knowing how to throw javelins and spears is a part of lance training, so surprise, Flayn has a good pitching arm, and she chucks it right at him ]

Whoa boy -

[ Giovanni quickly hoists up his knife-bat and takes a hasty swing at the yarn ball before it can smack into his chest. It catches the side of the ball, which bounces off and rolls to a stop in front of him. ]

Uh, okay, I guess I should have made myself clearer. You don't throw it at me, you throw it to me. So I can hit it. Here, like this - trade ya?

[ He holds out the bat to Flayn, handle end first, so the knife part doesn't get her. Time for a pitching demo! ]

RECORDING 13: THE FIFTH WEEK.

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