Complete Main Story (Red Fever B - MIT) Mind Over Red

[Darkness]

140 / 140

Maple leaf clinic (Unaffiliated)
Red Fever (4) Joy

Yep Kaede was no longer in a very 'socially acceptable' mood as she sat outside coughing some before a smile crossed her face. 'Not good, not good' was all that went off in Kaede's head. Biting her lip as she walked into the building and had to fight every urge and thought as she walked across the lap to get a shroom once more and negative charge it with corrupt magic before setting it back down and trying to get out of the area while fully red across the face.

"Fuck...this...Fever...Why...Can't...It... Just... be any other... emotion..."

Struggled words as she staggered back outside and headed to a far and remote spot of the camp area to try and wait out this annoying emotion. Yes she was happy, but this was not the time or place to be THIS happy as she fell to the ground and rolled in it to try and calm down. Mud did not bother her at the time as she could clean up later, but for now she NEEDED to stop being stuck with all the things in her head turning that way when they needed to find a cure.

"I'll have to blow off steam after this... But gaah why does being this happy not make me more annoyed.~"

Kaede laughed, for the first time in a very long time. Not a little chuckle, not a small 'haha' but a full blown over the top laugh till your rips hurt laughter that was very out of character. God she missed laughing but this was the worst restart of that as she just kept laughing and rolling in the mud away from everyone. God she hoped nobody she knew was watching her, she would never live this down... Either way, she had tried to help in what she felt would be ideal, though she doubted it all in the end.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (70) + 25 = 95
Corrupt | Kaede Hoshi | 550C6B | Manashroom

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: magically charged (corrupted)
(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2308
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[Nyx]

93 / 130

Red Fever (3) // Disgust Fear
- 30 HP from forced emotion

"Fun?" she finds herself questioning as she turns and tilts her head back, looking up at @Creature with a frown and a squint. "In da middle of nowhere, hot and sweaty, and wit dis...dis...ting making everyting even worse! No! Am not having fun at all!" She clicks her tongue, exasperated, and as she goes to turn away from him, to grumble and sulk and pout at how unfun this game was being, she sees other players staring at their palms in her periphery. The expression they wear immediately makes her stomach clench and, against her will, she reaches out a free hand to Creature's forearm. She holds onto him. Tightly.

"Sometin...is wrong..."

Pulling up her own palm menu, she can see the little indication that, yes, she's afflicted with Red Fever. Clicking it does nothing; it doesn't tell her what it means, only that she feels warmer than she should and, well fuck, Triss knew that much. So, she navigates through the menu while her eyebrows bunch together and her shoulder hike up toward her ears and her throat dries out like the Sahara desert. If she wasn't having fun, why not just log out? She didn't have to stay. This event was massive and her pity contribution wouldn't be missed.

She clicks the button, expecting the world to fade around her, dim to blackness, and then that familiar beep which meant she was back, safely, in her air-conditioned room in New Orleans.

Nothing happens.

Her tongue sneaks out, wets her lips, and she presses it again, a little harder this second time because sometimes technology was finicky. The ice machine on her fridge was like that.

Nothing happens.

Pressing it again, and again, and again, does nothing to change the result. Her heart speeds up to a gallop inside her chest, sweat beads along her hairline and her eyes widen until they are too big, until there's too much white showing, until the terror of their predicament overtakes her to the point that her voice comes out as a mere hoarse whisper.

"Creature. We...can't be logging out."

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (86) + 0 + -15 = 71
Knowledge | Trissayne Lavelle | 550C5B | Manashroom

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Glowing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2379
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[Faker]

90 / 100

Faction-curious
Red Fever (3) JOY!

For the first time in a long time, Nero could feel joy welling up inside him and pressurizing to the point where it erupted into uncontrollable laughter. They were going to fail and die and there was nothing more joyous than the blood, sweat, and struggle going on inside that lab as all the MIT and would-be MIT members reached the emotional crescendo.

Nero did not mean to laugh, but seeing tears from @Caelia Etterni made him laugh harder. He had to cover his mouth with both hands as he stumbled slightly away, not wanting to add anymore misery to the melting pot of emotions.

Without making eye contact with the girl, he grabbed onto the Ambersline as his face stretched into an uncomfortably-forced grin. He first petted the slime, following it up with a light massage, before taking the slime to a table and put a soft blanket on its body. When it seemed like the slime was reacting to such care, Nero took it over to the cooking pot of chemical and dropped the slime like Frodo tossing the ring at Mount Doom.

When he managed to keep his giggle-fit down, he tried to comfort a lab-mate, though being awkward and experiencing the wild fever, he struggled. "H-hey, haha… w-we can do this. Hoho… he… S-sorry, I can't mhaha control this, MWAHAHA feeling. C-come-on hnhaha… let's get back to MMHFHA!"

Nero had never felt like punching himself so badly.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (41) + 0 = 41
Knack | Nero | 550C5B | Amberslime Core

Ingredient Used: Amberslime Core
Trait Added: Soothing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2405
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[Caelia Etterni]

85 / 100

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4)
Fear (x10)

Caelia watched the events unfold through teary eyes, sniffling loudly as she tried to contain herself. She watched as @Haru collapsed, quickly tended to by @Ash Vargold . She turns when @Eve Lightscar approaches and asks if she's okay, shaking her head mutely that no, she was not okay. What the hell was happening here?! It was supposed to just be a game. Hell, she could log out at any time...and yet a part of her didn't want to log out at all. Caelia jumped a little as @Tetsunosuke suddenly started screaming and crying across the room, her brain taking that sound and sharply curving her emotional state.

The sadness was replaced almost immediately by a primal fear that she had never experienced before. Her heart was racing in her chest suddenly, and every little sound made her body scream to run and hide and protect herself. Her eyes scanned the room, wide and wild with the fear now overwhelming her.

She spotted @Corsair brutally crushing a Trilobite. Oh God, what if they do that to me?!

She heard @Kaede Hoshi laughing loudly. What is she laughing at?! Is she laughing at me??

She turned to look up at @Nero as he, too, started to laugh uncontrollably. More tears sprang to her eyes, but this time they were born out of the sheer terror that he was going to do something to her.

Caelia stumbled away, knocking her hand into a Mandragora Root as she did so and sending it careening into one of the batches. Oh, was that bad? What if the scientists got angry with her? She whimpered, slowly sinking down into a crouching position and holding her hair tightly with her hands as she tried not to sob. What if she'd just messed everything up because of that? What if they experimented on her as punishment?!

Caelia cried, shaking like a leaf in a storm.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (5) = 5
Caelia Etterni | Red Fever (4) | 550C6 | Fear

Expertise Check
1d100 (74) + 5 + 15 = 94
Knowledge | Caelia Etterni | 550C6B | Mandragora Root

Ingredient Used: Mandragora Root
Trait Added: Strengthening

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2499
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[Blank]

155 / 170

MIT (Freshman Researcher/Self-Appointed Next In Line Leader)
Red Fever (4) Anger Amplified x4/ Joy Amplified

Megan didn't even care that @Kaede Hoshi didn't respond to her. Instead, she joined @Nero in his laughter echoing it with her own. She'd done it. She'd figured it out, and it felt good to spite those idiot excelsior jerks.

"HAHAHA IT ALL MAKES SENSE! EVERYTHING RETURNS TO ICE! IT IS THE NATURE OF THE UNIVERSE!"

She felt *good*, better than she had in years. Despite the red hot anger boiling in her system, she was delirious in joy, an emotion she felt rather strongly, to begin with when her pursuits proved to be successful.

"COME WITH ME! WE'LL FREEZE IT ALL!" She roared in half anger and jubilation as she began to wildly summon forth her magic, far more than she normally would, or should control, and as a result, the temperature within the mushroom began to drop dramatically as she cackled and laughed summoning a blizzard nearby her, freezing the nearby specimens of Manashrooms, but also filling them with so much raw mana they gained the magically charged condition.

Not that Megan noticed. She didn't care about such petty things anymore. All that mattered was the spell she was casting. She'd freeze everything, first the things nearby, then everyone within the room, then the room itself, and the entire structure, until her magic covered the entirety of Isulus. She could feel it, she could do it! Bring an end to the fever and this wretched place. "FREEZE! FREEZE! FREEZE FREEZE!"

Rolls

1d6 (4) = 4

Blank| Red Fever (3) | 550B6 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)
Mastery Check
1d100 (45) + 25 + 15 = 85

Hydromancy | Blank | 550C6B | Manashroom

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Magically-charged

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2,584
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[Sylpha Astarte]

105 / 120

-15 hp for rerolling anger
Red Fever (3) - (Anger)

Some experimentation later, Sylpha found herself facing another portion of Manashroom. Fortunately for her, there was no immediate sign of @Tristaria 's shouting, which was the cause of her earlier displeasure.

Since she already knew how to do it, it was simple. Don't pay any attention to the chaos of the workplace.... Hey wait, on second thought...

Sylpha looked around to see if she could find a boiling pot of water that didn't have anything else in it. She quickly determined that none of that existed. Alright, is there an empty stove she could use for her own plans? Not within eyesight at least.

Hmm.....

One round of fiddling later, Sylpha decisively raised a knife, chopped out a fingernail sized portion of manashroom and threw it into her mouth when she believed nobody was paying attention.

Pretending nothing had happened, she chewed on it as she processed the rest as normal and handed it off. The heat in the kitch-- uh, workplace was rising and they needed to make it through peak hours.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (53) + 30 + 15 = 98

Knowledge | Sylpha Astarte | 550C6B | Manashroom

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Magically-charged

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2,682
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[Mystia]

100 / 100

Unaffiliated (MIT fan-girl)
Red Fever (3) / Joy

Things were definitely escalating *far* faster than Mystia would have liked. @Lucy couldn't even rightly give her response before the machine person from before, @Tristaria, if she caught her name right, started going around and shouting at everyone, ending her string of tyranny by tossing a slime directly at the silver-haired fae. Thankfully she was saved by @Haru, who earned a slight bow of her head.

But just because things got crazy didn't mean they could slow down! After the testing phase, which caused Mystia, who volunteered, to get a bit of caught and light-headedness, the final mixture had to be prepared. And while she would have greatly preferred to do this with full focus, at least it seemed that they were on the right track.

"Haah, I'm glad it wasn't anything worse… we're making good progress, yup, yup~!"

She wasn't even talking to anyone in particular. For some reason, she just felt really happy that things weren't going as badly as they could have. Was that also the effect of Red Fever? Could it amp up positive emotions just the same as it did negative ones? There was no time to be thinking about it now! They were in a hurry to fix this whole problem, after all! She grabbed another slime and got to work.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (4) = 4
Mystia | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Expertise Check
1d100 (18) + 0 + -15 = 3
Knowledge | Mystia | 550C5B | Amberslime Core

Ingredient Used: Amberslime Core
Trait Added: Soothing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2 685

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[Haru]

95 / 145

-30 HP for being forcibly changed to Sadness
Nothing
Red Fever (4XX)
Sorrow x40

Darkness. The room's light was dim to the man who had soul shackled in endless depth. There was no point in continuing. All had been laid bare to him, and nothing could be done. Haru did not think, because nothing was more important than this endless depth that he was stranded in. Nothing was, and nothing would be. He had failed his quest to save the expedition, and such a thought could not even reach his mind anymore.

The Red Fever has broken you, Sage.​

A voice could be heard. Haru was not alone in the infinite depths-there was another. Eyes were in the depths-in the crack of every shadow, hiding behind every strand of light. They were within him and everywhere around him. Haru was not alone-this presence was here, as well. It was entwined with his very soul. The two were one-and now, Haru's half was dying off to this illness.

I remember when you told me that we would harbor each-other. How pitiful you are now.​

'Oberon' did not intend to lose its host.

This will be my first and only favor to you, boy. You had best show your gratitude.​

"What the hell are you?"​

@Ash Vargold could see many a thing wrong with the supposed sage in his arms. What was missing was plain, and what remained was warped. The thing he held in his arms was shaped like a man, but it could barely be called human.

That was before he saw the eyes. In the crook of every space that was missing, they opened to watch. What stared now towards the Vargold apparent was inhuman. It shouldn't have been, but it was. He knew the shape and baleful gaze of those eyes on items and blessings, but none had held the same horrible intelligence that these eyes had.

Titania. The eyes of Titania stared at him. They stared just as they did on the day of his death, and they seemed to acknowledge him-seemed to recognize him.

"Something you should unhand at this moment... Should you wish to keep your life intact."

It would be understandable if Ash dropped him at such a time. The voice he spoke with was audibly someone else's-something that could even be noticed by others who could not see like Ash could-like @Essence , @Lucy and @Nero , for instance. Either way, the man who was almost Haru was leaving his embrace. His left hand was missing, yet it clutched the rim of the pot anyway. Something that wasn't pulled 'Haru' up to his feet.

"Work. All of you, continue. There will be no rest-die for the sake of our lives if you must. The notes sing in tandem, and Nin is soon to place our crescendo. Our elegy is nearly complete."

Haru was no longer there, yet the other soul moved for him. This darkness moved the Sage like a puppet, completely inhuman-but as he crushed mushrooms with vital precision using his own hands, his intent remained clear. Nobody was to die to the Red Fever today-not if he could help it.

Rolls

51 + 25 = 76. I opt to not take the +5 bonus from tagging. DC failure!

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Glowing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2,761
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[Mystia]

100 / 100

Unaffiliated (MIT fan-girl)
Red Fever (4) / Anger (teacher is mad)

Well, that went well! Successfully adding in the ingredient she wanted in a way that hopefully helped the overall concoction (something that apparently many researchers had trouble with, the fae should be proud of), all she could really do was help others. There were only so many ingredients for people to grab, after all. However, her eyes instead fell on @Haru, who suddenly got up. The poor lad took an awful hit before, didn't he? Mystia barely saw it with how frantic everything was, but it was clear he was not entirely okay. He looked… *weird.*

At this point, her overwhelming joy was also once again changed. At this point, even Mystia, who was near incapable of feeling anger under normal circumstances, started getting slightly angry. Namely, at the fact that the injured man was commanding people around like his health was no biggie.

"Oi! What are you thinking, trying to shrug off an accident like that, mister?! What you need right now is some medical attention!"

Walking right up to him, Mystia would firmly plant her tiny hands on his back and start pushing him toward the exit from the Mushroom lab. And she sure as hell would not give up until she dragged Haru's sorry ass close enough that he was in the range of her mech, who still remained outside, looking at the chaos unfolding through the partially open door.

"INITIALIZING EMERGENCY HEALING PROTOCOL— PLEASE STAY STILL FOR THE HEALING MIST."

As the mechanical voice sounded from the hulking machine-beast, it would extend one of its arms as several plates adorning it opened up and started spraying some kind of mist directly at the possessed man. It was quite rejuvenating and would heal up some of his wounds. Not the Red Fever or possession, unfortunately.

"And be sure to verbalize your gratitude! I'll have you stand in the corner otherwise!"

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1
Mystia | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Heal (Single)
1d20 (16) + 0 + 0 = 16
+16 HP to 1 target (@Haru)
Magitech | Mystia | 550C5B

Ingredient Used: None
Trait Added: None

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2 761

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[Tristaria]

177 / 190

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (3) - Joy

@Haru

"PGH!! RELEASE ME, YOU HALF-WIT GHOST!! UNA!! RIP UP THESE BINDINGS SO I CAN--"

She paused, her eyes flickering from red to blue and back. A taste of sanity: brief, but savory. Along with that single gulp of peace, however, came dread. This game was capable of making her lose her mind that far!? How!? That shouldn't be possible!

She had to log out.
She had to get out of here.
But her arms were still...

"Hey, ghost guy! Seriously, something's wrong with me, I need to get ouaaaaahahaha~! I'm stuck and my mind's melting! Isn't that wonderful!?"

He toppled over, spilling all the ingredients. That was fantastic! It splashed and stung her skin. Incredible!

"Come on everyone, we can do this if we all work together! Let's goooo!"

She grabbed a manashroom from the mess @Haru had spilled all over the floor and began to extract some liquid from it, applying a low-current electrical change from her hand until it began to glow.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (4) = 4
Tristaria | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Expertise Check
1d100 (61) + 0 + -15 = 46
Presence | Tristaria | 550C5 | Manashroom

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Glowing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2807

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[Ash Vargold]

102 / 140

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4) Joy
-10 from Verdant Trilobite

Ash should be afraid. Ash is afraid, at least briefly. He knows those eyes, knows that color. He can feel his heart stutter in time, the unpleasant sensation that part of him is looking back using different eyes than the ones in his head...

But the fever still burns through him, and he's starting to feel delirious. Like he's punched through the fear and found calm on the other side. Every worry he's had suddenly seems hilarious, pointless. Titanius isn't real, Red Fever isn't real, a good chunk of the people in this room aren't even real. This is a game!

"Could've just asked," Ash says lightly, letting "@Haru" go. "So long as you're helping, you can sprout as many eyeballs as you want."

Even the dissonant rhythm rattling through his chest doesn't bother him as he pulls away, looking at the chaos of the lab with a new eye. People sobbing dramatically over a pile of slime, people fighting over ingredients like Black Friday shoppers... watching all these serious, learned men falling apart like this is just comedy, in the end.

Speaking of falling apart, someone's shouting about freezing the world over there. Ash strides over, pausing for a moment to pick up a trilobite terrorizing a scientist perched on a counter. The clawing and nipping is numbed by the interface, so he ignores that as he approaches @Blank with a grin.

"Hey, good idea on the freezing thing!" he shouts, so he can be heard. He idly pulls a knife from his inventory and shoves it in the head of the trilobite, causing it to go limp before he tosses it into the cauldron. "Cryogenics is a unique approach to the whole thing. But you know, you're still looking a little overheated. Maybe you should demonstrate with yourself first! Give people a positive example, and they'll have no reason to oppose you!"

He winks up at the ice mage. "Could even make it a magical-girl type thing. There's nothing more persuasive than that, right?"

With the spray's effect, he at least looks much healthier than everyone else. He might be trustworthy?

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (51) + 30 + 15 = 96
Awareness | Ash Vargold | 550C6B | Verdant Trilobite

Ingredient used: Verdant Trilobite
Trait Added: Curbing
Current Contribution Count: 2,903
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[Essence]

93 / 100

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (3) - Disgust (x4)

Avery sat next to Essence, and Lucy had asked if she was okay. Though fond of attention, she tended to (harshly) shy away from sharing the nitty-gritty, personal details of her emotional well-being. The Red Fever's only heightened her typical disgust towards sharing with others. Obviously, Essence's "open, sometimes bubbly, sometimes awkward, but always cute" facade had worn down to its bare end. Groaning, the Elf rubbed her temples. She had accepted Avery's request, and they sat with one another for a moment or two, but as the Red Fever took over, Essence suddenly felt extremely annoyed.

"Actually, I don't associate with ugly," she sneered at @Lucy and @Avery Aphelion. "Why is everyone always after me? I don't want to share, I don't want to be this close-" she muttered, spinning around and walking off to distance herself from the rest of the group.

Feeling utterly suffocated by inner-repulsion, the nauseous feeling that the test-phase gave her returned. But deeper than physical sickness, deeper than the Red Fever, Essence's gut sunk. Pushing people away usually came so... naturally to her. The fact that a game could create a feeling within someone that made them think about why they pushed people away. That these synthesized feelings could begin to pry at embedded roots of trauma. To Essence, such things harbored her now-amplified disgust.

Mission on the mind, Essence continued to work but felt consumed by thoughts she could not run away from this time. And her victory with the slime didn't last long enough to sink in as @Creature puked all over the Elf. The chunks, the spittle, the sound of retching: the grossness wasn't meaningful to her. Because emotional turmoil had turned Essence inside out. She was vulnerable, insecure, and trying to get away as fast as possible so no one could see her in this state. Yet, everyone could see her. Puke-covered and all. Channeling the overwhelming attack on her ego, Essence drew back her arm and smacked Creature with as much strength as she could muster. "Grow and pair and go clean yourself up! You look pathetic right now."

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (6) = 6

Essence | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Expertise Check
1d100 (6) + 0 + -15 = -9

Awareness | Essence | 550C5B | Amberslime Core
*should have been 1d100 (6) + 0 + -10 = -4 because I forgot to add my +5 buff to the roll.

Ingredient Used: Amberslime Core
Trait Added: Soothing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2903
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[Harukami]

140 / 140

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (3) Fear

In the midst of her cheerleading, Harukami noticed @Haru being dragged to the designated spot for the sick. He looked almost dead to her, lifeless, and somehow... scary.

"Scary... This is scary...!" Her head rushed with thoughts of darkness and death. Bad memories began to spur up in her head, as she remembered waking up in a hospital with no memory of what had happened to her- only to find she'd lost time in a lifeless, comatose state.

Running to Haru and the sicker scientists, Haruka began to hyperventilate the moment she got there. She was too late. Haru was changing. It was scary- so scary. But she had to cheer everyone on. Her mother told her that the doctors said those in the darkness can hear those in the light- that she'd heard her sister and mother rooting for her to wake up back in that coma.

Kneeling down next to the sick and injured, she began to cry while cheering. "You'll get better...! You have to get better! All of you. You just have to!"

To Haru, she yelled with heart racing and tears in her eyes. "And you too! You just have to get better! Can you hear me!?"

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (40) + 20 + 15 = 75
Presence | Harukami | 550C5B | Manashroom

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Glowing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 2978
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[Creature]

128 / 180

Adventurer's Guild Member - Silver Rank
Red Fever (4) - Fear (x10)

Before he could utter an apology his face had been introduced to the elf woman's palm.

"AH! Son of a-!"

Though his face stung her words were just as hurtful. Part of Creature wanted to tell @Essence off for going all Will Smith on him. If she would just take a look around at what everyone was being reduced to thanks to this damn disease… But he held his tongue. Tensions were running high and time was not on their side. On the bright side at least he felt better after throwing up.

With Hyper Sense active he watched the madness happening within the room. People in cages, unconscious, and all forms of ill. It was like one of those horror movies he was so fond of watching. It was so hopeless. An overwhelming dread washed over him like none he had ever felt before. Could they really figure this out? Were they all going to die? The very thought caused him to start shaking.

No wait. That was because it had started snowing thanks to @Blank. Ice magic whizzed around the mushroom in every direction. With his heightened perception Creature had managed to grab one of the undamaged manashrooms before her spell could hit it.

"Kn-Kn-Knock it off! Y-You're scaring people!" He'd say before taking the shroom to a non-drooling MIT member.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (61) + 10 + 15 = 86
Hyper Sense | Creature | 550C6B | Manashroom

Roll Result
1d6 (5) = 5
Creature | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Magically-Charged

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 3064
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[Nyx]

63 / 130

Red Fever (4) // Saddness
- 30 HP from rolled emotion (93 > 63)
Vulnerable

Triss looked at @Creature as if he had the answer to every problem that was currently staring them in the face. How did they log out? What the fuck was this Red Fever shit? Were they going to die? They pass like lightning strikes through her mind, each more terrifying than the last, each one making a wheezing whimper shutter past her lips with every labored exhale.

Breathing hurt. There was a pressure constricting her rib cage that made every breath a fight that she was quickly losing. And the thought of succumbing to whatever this was made her fingertips tingle and her lips purse, her gaze skittering away from Creature to another person in the lab, one with eyes where they shouldn't be ( @Haru ).

A part of her mind screams in some joyous revelation that she doesn't understand, and her body immediately crumbles beneath that weight. Her eyes mist over and tears leak from the corners, trailing down her cheeks as she sinks down onto her knees, a hand pressed to her mouth in muted shock and abject sorrow. This was what they were to become. All this...fanfare was for nothing. It didn't matter what they did. Why even bother?

And yet, gazing upon him, seeing past the meat, she could recognize something familiar, something that needed—something that demanded—the meat remain whole. It was an echo in her own soul, one that had no problem plucking from its own wellspring in order to deliver succor unto him.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (3) = 3
Trissayne | Red Fever (3) | 550C6 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Power Heal (Single)
1d100 (46) + 15 + 10 = 71
+71 HP to @Haru
Gain the Vulnerable state
Spirit Magic | Trissayne Lavelle | 550C6B

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 3064
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[Pollux]

85 / 100

MIT Member (Freshman Researcher)
Red Fever (2) Disgust (x8)

As Pollux watched the ensuing experimentation on the people within the mushroom lab. The sight of the skin of @Tetsunosuke erupting into bunches of blisters and boils was so revolting that she had to forcibly stop herself from releasing the contents of her stomach into a nearby container of glowshrooms.

Pollux made her way over to Tetsu while keeping her gaze averted from the grizzly sight. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Pollux spoke to the man who was not doubled over on the ground.

"Stay still for a moment. This might sting, I'm going to rewind your wounds." and under her breath, she says to herself "Haven't actually tried this on a person yet."

"REWIND"

Holding her hands above Tetsu, Pollux begins to rewind time, causing the boils on the man's skin to shrink slightly in the exact way they had formed before.

Rolls

Emotion Roll Result
1d6 (6) = 6

Pollux | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Heal (Single)
1d20 (10) + 5 + 5 = 20
+20 HP to 1 target

Chronomancy | Pollux | 550C5B

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[Lucy]

𓍊𓋼˙༺❀

75 / 120

Unaffiliated.
Red Fever (3) - Anger x4

I don't associate with ugly... She narrowed her eyes, "Take that back you... you..." Lucy's face contorted as she tried to come up with an insult, "SCALAWAG!" She pointed her finger at Essence, "I bet no one wanted you here anyways." She puffed her cheek as her face gave the expression of "steam visibly exiting one's nose". @Essence @Avery Aphelion

"Why do people have to be dicks all the time?" She was now speaking towards Avery, her hands formed in little fists. "It isn't that hard to be nice to people." Shut up.. Lucy shook her head getting the thoughts of her head.

All she wanted to do was follow after Essence and punch her flat in the face, "If you don't distract me, I can't make any promises that I won't go after her and give her a taste of my fist." Lucy spoke with a little bit of venom in her voice, even though she was struggling to keep it in check.

"Let's just fucking... get to work or something?" She forced herself to her feet and grabbed a nearby Trilobite. Her fingers gripping around it as it bit her. "You little.... Y'know I'm glad you're going to be turned into something." No matter how angry she was, the last thing she wanted was this little guy to be suffering. Even though she wanted to just squish the brains out of his body.

Prepping the insect was faster than expected. Getting the desired result she held it out for someone to take before turning to check on Avery's progress. She's slow... Why is she SO SLOW? Lucy bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from taking over Avery's project. She had to trust Avery to make the progress that she was making. And hopefully, it won't turn out poorly... Or I don't know if I'll be able to control myself...

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (81) + 10 + 15 + 5 = 111

Ingredient Used: Verdant Trilobite
Trait Added: Curbing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 3175

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[Tristaria]

177 / 190

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4) - Disgust x10

This lab STANK!

DISGUSTING CHEMICALS!!
DISGUSTING MESSES!!
DISGUSTING PEOPLE with their DISGUSTING INJURIES!!

Summoning every one of her drones at once, they began to fly around, frantically scrubbing every mess they could find.

@Lucy
Tristaria's eyes finally narrowed on a small faerin, whose trilobite wounds were slowly dripping blood on the lab counter.

"WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST BE MACHINES LIKE ME!! CONSTANTLY BLEEDING OVER EVERYTHING!! FILTHY BIOLOGICAL CREATURES!!!"

Summoning every one of her drones at once, they began to swarm around her, violently rubbing alcohol over wounds, injecting her with needles, and wrapping bandages around just about everything.

"Not enough...! IT'S NOT ENOUGH!!!" Tristaria nearly screamed as the floating drones darted around to collect bits of metal, and several horrifying surgical instruments. They slowly approached her, sharp ends of the medical instruments pointed menacingly her way.

"REJECT YOUR BIOLOGY AND JOIN US!!! BECOME PURE!!! BECOME MACHINE!!! ALL OF YOU!!!!!"

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (6) = 6
Tristaria | Red Fever (4) | 550C6 | Disgust

Heal (Single)
1d20 (1) + 20 + 5 + 20 + 20 = 66
+66 HP to 1 target @Lucy
Summon | Tristaria | 550C6B

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 3175
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[Lucy]

𓍊𓋼˙༺❀

91 / 120

Unaffiliated.
Red Fever (4) - Anger x10
-50 hp, +66 hp

Completely interrupting @Avery Aphelion, "Shut up for just one second.. I swear." Eyes narrowed as she felt her anger surge. This is STUPID. I'm gonna scream! And that she did. In the middle of everyone, Lucy slammed her hands on the counter.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Someone Lucy had taken no notice of before, made himself known. @Eve Lightscar "Can you just pull yourself together? We are short on time, make yourself useful.". He would give her a look that just screamed 'you're disgusting trash' which would cause her anger to spiral out of control. Before she was even aware of what was happening, her fist was moving.

Her strike hitting Eve straight in the jaw, scoffing at him, "Think before you speak, twerp." Flitting her head to the side all of her anger disappeared in an instant. Haru had fallen down to the floor. His work completely spilt all over him, abandoning Eve she headed over.

On her way she was stabbed, again by @Tristaria (her bots). "Can you stop fucking stabbing people without their permission?" She felt her magic igniting pissed off, albeit Tristaria had only meant well. Her magic fueling her body she rummaged her bag and took a fist full of seeds. She tossed them at the bots, once they got to their target she ignited the mana. Causing the seeds to grow at a rapid pace, causing the bots to explode. She then picked up the branches that had been littered everywhere and began throwing them frantically at Tristaria. "I SWEAR! Everyone's PISSING me off, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Then she started throwing the remainder at random people. Using the last of the branches, Lucy fled from the scene and kept going towards Haru.

By the time she made it there, @Ash Vargold had scooped up @Haru. Lucy would grab onto Ash's arm, "H-Hold on!" She would frantically place her hand on his chest. Still breathing... She was then shoved out of the way as people healed Haru, she shoved back to make room for herself.

She clenched her fists, tears brimming her eyes, that was until Haru made movements.. Only it wasn't Haru... Observing the changes, only a few things told Lucy that it was Haru's body. Lucy moved towards him in brisk steps, ignoring everyone around her, she went right up to Haru's body. She stood on her tiptoes to try and stand face to face, "Give me Haru back."

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (9) + 10 = 19
Nature Magic | Lucy | 550C6B | Manashroom

Ingredient Used: Manashroom
Trait Added: Glowing

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 3194

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[Sylpha Astarte]

87 / 120

-30 hp for rerolling anger
+12 hp heal
Red Fever (4) - (Anger)

Sylpha had handed off one portion of Manashroom and was preparing to work on another when suddenly, she felt a pain in her finger and immediately knew she had mishandled her knife.

Only, the resulting response was not as she thought.

"FfffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" A long drawn out word that became louder as she went. Somehow the kitchen workplace accident was enough to enrage the blue-haired elf for whatever reason. She had started seeing red after... seeing red.

Immediately, she retrieved her magitech-made first aid kit and administered it to herself, albeit a bit clumsily in her rage.
Then, she went off and started doing the same to @Trissayne Lavelle .
"And why the fuck are YOU injured?!?" Anything else Sylpha mumbled while doing so was unintelligible, even to herself.

Once she was done, Sylpha stormed off and repeated the exact same song and dance to @Ash Vargold
"And why the fuck are YOU injured?!?"
Exact same line, too.

Rolls

Heal (AoE)
1d20 (10) + 20 + 5 = 12 (Total divided by 3)
+12 HP to 3 targets

Magitech | Sylpha Astarte | 550C6B
@Sylpha Astarte
@Trissayne Lavelle
@Ash Vargold

(Contribution) Synthesis Progress: 3194
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