RECORDING 16: THE FINAL WEEK.

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A sixth week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. It's feeling more and more like something's about to break.

There isn't any increase in Miasma, but you can tell it seems...excited. Overjoyed, like a predator bracing itself for the chase of the hunt. The fog is everywhere, and inescapable...

The Temperature is holding stead at 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.

13 of your number still remain.

...How will this all end...?

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[white_camellia]

[Well, she'll try to cut at the escaping spider-shaped wisps, but won't give chase for now. Looks like she'll have to go further in, then. There is a clear goal now, at least: Cutting out any of those little wisps of miasma she can find, then striking at them when they try to escape.]

[noneforall]

[The little wisps are too small to stick together when slashed at by water handsword, and when they're cut apart they appear to scurry around in some confusion before disappearing into the ceiling, or the walls, or even the floor. The smallest ones simply vanish outright. Truly this is an inconvenient cobweb of critters, but perhaps the miasma minis are simply too small to do much damage anyway?

At any rate, she'll eventually run out of cocoon, and goo, and even miasma. It doesn't look like there's anything too elaborate here. Just grossness and goo. Now there is just an inconvenient splat on the floor, and the leftover hair ribbons.

What will our resident curtain do with her newfound knowledge?]

[white_camellia]

[...This is truly unfortunate. Well, at least what's left of her isn't being afflicted with the miasma anymore, I guess...?

Maybe she should... bring what's left of her to the trash room, where it won't be in anyone's way...]

[noneforall]

[I am incredibly curious as to how the goo is being brought to the trash room, please indulge my curiosity. Nanaka will find no impediments except for the laws of gooey physics and curtain hands to bringing her unfortunate quarry to the trash room! The trash room is even free of cocoons at this time, possibly because it's too convenient a location to stash them.

Who knows.]

[white_camellia]

[Look, we looted the cleaning supplies from the storage room, and there's definitely some sort of dustpan in there... Look, this isn't how she wants to clean her teammate's dead bodies either, but she will use what she can.

...Anyways, with that mess cleaned up as best she can, she should... Probably move the other cocoons over there too. Except for the ones relevant to Wednesday.]

[noneforall]

[Once she starts making her sweep -- presumably moving cocoons around whole? -- after a couple are stacked or gathered she'll find someone leaning on the wall in the hallway who wasn't there before. Sometimes a man does good(??) handiwork(???) and then a curtain with too many hands comes along...

Subete doesn't look especially put out, though. His expression is perfectly neutral, dark eyes watching her scurry about almost like he did on the weekend. What does differ is the more potent curls of miasma around his person, slowly meandering along the wall and down the hall.]

Isn't it a little early to be this industrious? Besides, you shouldn't hog all of these for yourself. I'm sure everyone else wants a turn.

[Rather than matching the mocking nuance to the words, his tone is neat and flat.]

[white_camellia]

[Look, her hands are probably still covered in her teammate's leftovers right now since she hasn't had a time for a shower yet. Excuse her if she isn't in the mood to respond immediately.

Still, she does stop upon seeing him, at least? And does not even bother hiding her hostility either. Why are you always there?]

[noneforall]

[Nanaka, you have water magic, please make use of this when the going gets goo'd??

Subete doesn't seem like he expected an immediate response -- and certainly not a verbal one, given the person-object in question -- but he does straighten against the wall once she pauses, stare still tracking storm-purple and a little accusing. It's fine, because his eyes have always been some shade of purple; any additional miasma blends right in.

In addition, her hostility doesn't change his expression, but the miasma wraps closer around him, throwing more of him into shadow. Reassuring, right?]

Nothing to say for yourself? Or is it that you just don't have enough hands for the occasion? [there's a joke in there somewhere, but his tone continues to be even] Maybe you should answer me.

[It looks like... the cocoons she's assembled have started to leak miasma themselves, independently of whatever she might do to them. Hm.]

[white_camellia]

[All right, fine, she'll respond. Time to write, I guess.]

I somehow doubt everyone wants a turn at dealing with one of these. What did you even bring these out for?

[noneforall]

Hmm. But you created them, didn't you? For the good of the group? For the good of yourselves? That's how this little game works, Tokiwa Nanaka.

[Softly, softly, the miasma continues to rise, barely disturbing the surface of the cocoons.

It's not spider-shaped, perhaps not yet, but it's enough to tell that all of the cocoons have miasma embedded in them -- though it's hard to tell how much without opening them up. Subete makes a sweeping gesture at them, eyes flashing almost to black.]

You should at least see them off one last time.