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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 |
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Hello. I'm sorry for the noise, I'm trying to break the window to get inside this locked room. It's also a way to calm down, I guess.
[He does look stressed, and judging by the bags under his eyes he didn't have a good night]
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...that... looks sturdy.
[By "that," she means the mannequin torso; her eyes are on it, after all. It's just lying there where Apollo abandoned it. After she's sure it won't do something creepy like start moving on its own, she looks back to him.]
It's a shame it didn't work. [Her brows furrow.] ...you haven't been able to get much sleep either, have you...
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No. I don't think any of my roommates did either. Haven't you been hearing like someone is whispering to you lately? Like something is echoing in your head sometimes?
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[She can't claim to be surprised, either, after the note that Craftly had left for everyone.]
It's... like last week. Do you think it will also stop, when... [When someone dies. Ugh, she doesn't want to say it out loud.]
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[As much as he hates to admit it. It's one thing to be itchy, it's an entirely different thing to have your regrets shouting inside your head]
If something could be done to protect people...but I can't think of anything. The roles are too much of a mystery to plan properly against them.
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[She bites her lip and looks down at her feet.]
But how would the Teacher know who to protect? There are so many of us... to guess at random would need an incredible amount of luck to get it right. [She sighs heavily.] ...I just want everyone to be safe...
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[Bang, the mannequin hits the window again. Nothing happens. Better stop this, Apollo has been doing the same thing for twenty minutes already]
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There's... probably going to be a pattern of some kind, but...
[There's going to have to be a lot more deaths before they'll be able to figure out what it is.]
I mean, something had to make Jason-san and Hana-san stand out to the killer, right...?
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They may have been convenient targets, there may not be another reason other than that. Their profiles do hint they both were athletic in some way, but that can't be why the killer picked them...
[...right? It'd be kind of a strange way to choose who to kill]
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[Just a couple of inches taller, actually.]
She was so small. So why choose her to possess, unless you knew she had a weapon? But she said she didn't tell anyone about it.