( 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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[ungodly]

ONE → STORAGE, MONDAY EVENING

[ heather wasn't here today. not mentally, at least. she was notably absent from the discussion during the trial, unfazed by the treachery that happened at the execution. anyone who saw her today would see that she seems to be floating from place to place, arms crossed with a knife peeking through her fingers.

during her venture out today, she ends up at the newly opened storage room. she takes one step in then immediately steps out, closing the door back. ]

Oh my god. Fuck this. Fuck this to hell.

TWO → LOUNGE, TUESDAY NIGHT

[ heather came here when she felt she would be alone. it was funny how opposite this week was from the last one — she didn't want to venture out under the moon's guise, but now she felt safer when she could be alone. when people were asleep.

either way, if you happen to come to the lounge for a late night hard one (or a virgin daiquiri for our kiddies), you'll find heather on her knees scribbling something vigorously on a wall. occasionally she'll curse and give up on that particular doodle, moving over a few inches to start on another similar one. ]

THREE → HUNTING LODGE, WEDNESDAY EVENING

[ hunting was stupid and guns were stupid. she didn't like them. but sometimes they were useful. today was one of those times. she felt it was unlikely anyone would be here today, so she's here at the shooting range armed with a handgun, earmuffs to mute the sound, and very official looking glasses to protect her eyes, going absolutely ham on targets.

her accuracy is far from perfect, but she usually lands close enough to where it could do some damage if it were a real person, or monster, or whatever hellspawn could be running around. her accuracy might be a bit better if she wasn't screaming while she shot, though. ]

Get out, get out, get out, you bitch! I'm so sick of this!

monday

[ninjay]

[ jay has noticed heather's general quietness throughout the weekend, and chose not to comment on it . there's no point in forcing someone to contribute who obviously had nothing to say. he'd choose to avoid her altogether if he didn't so happen decide to check out the storage room at the same exact time she does. ]

... What's in there?

[ she closed the door too quickly for him to peek in. ]

[ungodly]

Mannequins.

[ she hisses this through her teeth, grinding them like she's trying to force away a feeling or a memory. the only thing stopping her from stomping away is the fact that there wasn't really anywhere to go — everywhere would still be here. ]

I'm starting to feel personally victimized.

[ninjay]

[ he waits a moment, just in case heather would like to elaborate on what the big deal about mannequins is. when she does not, he just rolls with it. ]

Oh, I'm sure we're all going to think that at some point.

[ungodly]

You don't get it.

[ obviously this is a uniquely heather moment, don't try to steal it from her jay >:( ]

Either way, the room's useless. I dunno why they bothered opening it.

[ninjay]

What's in it aside from mannequins?

[ i mean, jay is pretty sure you can probably beat someone to death with one if you hit hard enough, but. he isn't going to voice that opinion just in case there is a mannequin death?? he doesn't want people pointing fingers at him. ]

[thawedheart]

[Yukina's having some trouble sleeping, so she's... wandering. Her wandering takes her just past the lounge as Heather curses, and curious as to why someone might be in there this time of night, she peeks inside.

...what's she doing by the wall...?]

Um... [How does she ask this? Well, maybe she'll just have to get to the point.] Excuse me, but... what are you doing?

[ungodly]

[ as yukina approaches, she'll notice that everything heather is drawing is in red marker. along with this, it all mostly looks like the same design with some margin of difference – an intricate circle. heather peeks at yukina from the corner of her eye as her frenzied doodling slows. ]

Something pointless.

[ the way she says this makes it seem as if she's just realizing this herself. ]

[thawedheart]

Pointless...?

[Yukina takes a few steps further into the room to get a better look at what she's doodling. ...well, at least it's just red marker, and not... blood.]

But you must have had a reason to start, right?

[ungodly]

I just had a thought. A clawing thought. So I ran with it, even though I knew it was stupid.

[ this girl seemed nice, so she felt a little bad being so short with her — she just wasn't in a position right now where she could offer anything kinder. she drops her marker rather dejectedly. ]

You shouldn't be up this late.

[ as if she wasn't guilty of the same thing. ]

[thawedheart]

[...ah. She can understand that. They've all been having strange thoughts, ever since the start of the week.]

To be honest... I couldn't sleep.

[Like any of them could, really.]

I'll be awake anyway, so... do you mind if I keep you company until we're both ready to go back? It might be safer that way.

[Safety in numbers.]

monday

[zombiearm]

What exactly are we fucking to hell?

[upon noticing someone else enter the storage room, he was curious too, but that reaction has him even more interested. he takes a step closer so he can peer in around her before she shuts the door, and—]

Well. If they were aiming for more ominous bullshit, I think I can decisively say they succeeded in their task.

[ungodly]

All of it honestly, but if you want specifics all these mannequin parts.

[ do you know what she's had? it. ]

Finally someone's picking up what I'm putting down. Is it just gonna get worse the more time passes?

monday

[gamerscore]

[ Well, people are missing and she's definitely on high alert. She's checking on the Executive Suite, noticing it's back to being locked. It's not until she sees Heather immediately step out of the storage closet. ]

...Did someone else die...?

[ Because, you know, triggered. Her footsteps are light and careful. ]

Hey, are you okay?

[ungodly]

Someone's gonna.

[ and it ain't gonna be her. here's looking at you, Craftly. ]

I'm.. —fine. Just sick of this bullshit.

[gamerscore]

[ OOPS. She flinches a bit, looking past her to the door. ]

What was it then? ...Don't tell me it's a high-level boss fight.

[ PLEASE. ]

It's okay, you're out here. You're safe.

...Safe-ish.

[ungodly]

Ish.

[ keyword. ]

It's.. mannequins. I don't really like mannequins. Actually, I really hate them.

tuesday

[willremember]

What are you... Doing?

[ concernicus ]

Re: tuesday

[ungodly]

[ well. knowing clem, she probably thought she'd officially gone off the deep end. heather puts her marker down for a second. ]

Uh.. nothing insane, I swear.

[willremember]

Okay, so... What is it?

[ungodly]

Drawing something.

[ clearly. ]

Something.. that I thought would make me feel better. But I think it made it worse.

wednesday.

[blacktailed]

[by contrast, Quer has no earmuffs, and the sound only gets louder as she follows the screaming to see what's going on. clapping her hands over her ears, she's wincing when she gets to the door. the echo would be ringing for a while still, and it's enough to annoy her to snap out, raising her own voice even though she rarely does.]

Stop! You're loud enough as it is!

[ungodly]

[ between the sound of gunshots and her own screaming, it takes heather a moment to realize quer is there. when she does, she slides the muffs off and looks over to her in a daze. ]

The voices.

[ that's all she manages to say — a succinct explanation. ]

[blacktailed]

They're bothering you like that? They're nothing but garbage, I don't know why you're listening to them.

[brave words, when they whisper of broken feathers and her suffering. but she must be brave, view it like her sister might.]

[ungodly]

Easy for you to say. It's not like I can just stop listening..

[ because god she wishes she could. it was driving her mad. ]

What makes you so immune to it?