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( MINGLE - WEEK 2 )
![]() The sun is shining, the air conditioner units hum as they always do, and a gentle morning breeze blows against the windows. The scent of pine cones and evergreen follow you wherever you go in the motel, save for the parking lot and outdoor pool. It seems like someone was very generous with the detergent while moping the floors. The two grandfather clocks (one on each floor) will ring with each passing hour, indicating the time of day without fail. With this knowledge — they'll note the motel will continue to be surrounded by fog until 8:00 AM on the dot. It is at that hour that the fog will begin to recede. Not enough to reveal the whole city, but enough to allow residents to explore some of the buildings surrounding the motel. And speaking of the motel, it seems like the Storage room has unlocked itself overnight. How quaint. Welcome to Week 2's mingle, everyone! As of this week, we are now accepting murder proposals. If you're interested in having your character murder someone this week, please send in your proposal before Tuesday, 9:00 PM EST. We'll be contacting you on plurk over the week to finalize the details, or ask for rescheduling if necessary. As always, feel free to PM us or send us a PP over plurk if you have any questions! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |


NIGHT TERRORS
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Another week has started and with such, I regret to inform you that with it comes a new challenge. That word... ah, regret, yes. That sums this week up entirely. You'll find the whispers a bit too loud to ignore over the week. Do not attempt to sleep throughout the duration of this week, they do not like it when you ignore their existence.
Wash up. Breakfast will be served shortly.
[ And like clockwork, characters will begin to hear faint whispers throughout the week. These whispers are tailored to their regret and speak reminders of their shortcomings. Maybe they didn't save their loved one in time? Maybe they wish they went down a different path to improve their life? These regrets are whispered endlessly through the week. They can not escape it. These whispers begin tame and become more dire as time goes along, mocking the residents of Innsmouth Motel. They will only stop after someone has been murdered on Friday. ]