( 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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[lohengrins]

[ he looks over the ratings, a brow furrowed. if you look closely enough, his lips quirk into a smirk — if only for a very brief moment. ]

I'll consider it.

[ 🤷‍♀️ ]

[perceptions]

[be still her not-at-all maiden heart.]

You know where I am if you decide. I'm a single free woman now, but who knows what time will tell.

[;)]

[lohengrins]

Ha. An ideal place to find love, I'm sure.

[ his expression becomes somewhat more pensive. ]

Could it be that you have someone waiting for you?

[perceptions]

[She pauses for a moment and shakes her head, her expression dampening as well.]

My boyfriend... he and I are no longer together. We broke up before I came here.

[lohengrins]

[ his features aren't particularly soft, but there's a trace of sympathy there nonetheless. ]

Was it your choice? You're not obligated to answer.

[perceptions]

Not really. I think we were both sad about the choice, in our own way. But I can't dwell on it - even if the whispers keep telling me I was wrong.

[lohengrins]

The whispers...

[ his brows scrunch with confusion for a few seconds or so — until he remembers, oh. ]

Being able to experience companionship is a gift in itself. I have faith that you'll both be fine — some flames are destined to die.

You shouldn't fault yourself for that.

[perceptions]

[She nods.]

I don't fault myself. It just wasn't how I imagined things going. [She would have wanted it to happen on her own terms, but the situation meant she had no control. If she didn't act then, it would all be for nothing.] ...You're a pretty poetic guy, huh Percival? "Some flames are destined to die" - it's kind of cute.

[lohengrins]

Huh? I'm not—! I was only saying that—...!

[ would you look at that. that's all it took to fluster him. please ignore the red in his cheeks. ]

Hmph. So long as you know. Some things are simply out of your control...as frustrating as it may be.

[perceptions]

[Mira just giggles at his flustered attitude, finding it all the more charming. He's definitely her type. But his comments make her take pause, as she looks down on her worn nails.]

Yeah... I just hate it. Even in this place, we don't have any control do we? The most we can decide on is "who do we condemn" and "which of us kills the person we condemned."