( MINGLE - WEEK 2 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 40 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! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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LOUNGE

[abhoth]

[Anyone who enters the Lounge on Monday will be immediately hit by the stench of blood. Drips and drops of the stuff can be found scattered across the reflective surface of the tables and bars, smudged handprints making it seem like someone lazily dragged their hands across the tables overnight. On the bar's surface, scrawled in messy and deranged handwriting, a message has been written in blood:]

MOTHER TOLD ME SHE WAS THE SPY.
SHE HAD TO DIE.

[Below it, a symbol has similarly been drawn in blood.]

[ninjay]

[ jay is standing next to the bar, copying down the message and redrawing the symbol in a notebook. ]

Cryptic.

[disinterested]

[Yo.]

Charming idea of home decor, isn't it?

[ninjay]

If they went for attention grabbing, they definitely succeeded.

[ jay pockets the notebook once he's done. ]

I wonder who "mother" is.

[crushcard]

[ is also standing next to the bar, may or may not be glancing over at Jay reproducing the symbol in his notebook. ]

Think this was left behind by the Ghost?

[ninjay]

That's the implication, unless someone wants to be dramatic just for the sake of it.

[ which is rude? they already fucked up, let them live. ]

If it is the Ghost though, I wonder why they did this.

[nowyouseeit]

[JUST. DEADEYES THE BLOOD]

. . . at least the new decor goes with the theme they've got going on, here.

[perceptions]

Ugh. Seriously?

[Mira just grimaces when she sees all the blood in the room. The message isn't any better - though the symbol is certainly interesting.]

Whoever the hell "mother" is, she better be cleaning up this damn mess.

[She can't drink in peace when this room looks like shit >:/]

[pinesforyou]

Yikes.

[This small child who proooobably shouldn't be here is staring at the symbol in blood]

Wait, wait, wait. "Mother"? What the heck?!

[lil Gideon, get it together] Yeeeesh, and here I thought he couldn't get any creepier.

[perceptions]

Wait - "he"? [Mira turns around to Mabel, not at all concerned that a little child is in the room with bloody writing on it.] Do you know who did this Mabel?

[nowyouseeit]

"He?"

[immediately interested]

You know who's behind this?

[rextenebrae]

[ Oh. Lovely.

This is just what everyone needed for the early morning wake-up on top of everything else. He just makes a face as he makes a note of the symbol and checks out pretty quickly. ]

[thawedheart]

[WHY THIS

She's not here to daydrink (probably), but this is also the last thing she expects to see (or smell) when she steps into the lounge, and she lets out a startled shriek before clapping her hands over her mouth as she stumbles back out into the hall.]

Wh-what...

[disinterested]

[Sorry, Yukina, it's your absolute most favourite person ever.]

It's blood. The fluid that generally flows from a human's body when injured?

[pinesfortruth]

[will dipper ever be seen not writing shit down. no probably not. his pockets are full of nothing but pens and paper. he's writing this all down but it's when he draws the symbol that he pauses]

That's... Huh. [squinting vaguely] Huuuuuuh.

[...speaking to yourself again dipper i see]

[disinterested]

[one day you're going to run out of paper dipper]

"Huh" is one way of putting it.

[putrefied]

... Why are you making funny noises, Dipper?

[Says Saya, just eyeing the blood in the room while still intent on ordering something from the bartender. Like nothing happened. It's all good.]

[breaksouls]

[While the lounge isn't her usual spot, Velvet decides to venture in after hearing reports of bloody writing...]

Hm.

[Which is the only verbal response she deems necessary. Immediately after, she busts out some cleaning supplies and gets to work scrubbing everything down. This technically isn't evidence or anything, so who really cares.]

[thawedheart]

[The blood is gross and it's going to be harder to get out the longer they leave it, so Yukina comes back with some borrowed cleaning supplies (she's putting them back right after this! she promises!), only to find... someone has beat her to it.]

...Velvet-san? You're cleaning up too?

[This is more surprising to her than it should be.]

[frizziest]

Oh. It seems there's nothing you won't clean, Velvet-san...

[ that is his way of saying hello. he tries to spend less time looking at the actual message left behind and more focusing on the mess. Akira made a point of wearing dark, unassuming clothes for the sole purpose of never wanting to wear them again, so. ]

Would you mind if I borrow some of your cleaning supplies? I'd like to lend a hand.

[lohengrins]

Hana was the spy. Remember?

Perhaps this implies that someone...the Ghost, for one, was under someone else's command.

[wristbands]

You mean taking orders from someone?

[putrefied]

Hmm... Do you think "Mother" is someone the Ghost follows?

[godly]

[Well this interesting. Light frowns at the sight, because blood? Really? A long moment passes before he says anything.]

So the Ghost was under orders from someone else?

We'd do well to remember this symbol in the future.

[Not that he expects anyone to forget it, because good lord, what dramatics.]

[restlessgods]

[ Rachel has never displayed any sort of strong emotion, except for perhaps now. ]

That is an abomination.

[ She sounds awfully angry. ]