( 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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[breaksouls]

I know. And everyone here was worried about me killing them. Given how this is all going, I probably won't have to do a thing.

[perceptions]

Yeah, guess you got beat to the punch. [Life is simply unfair, isn't it Velvet?] Maybe you can find a scalpel at the clinic and cut apples with that?

[breaksouls]

... I don't think that would work very well. For now, I'm settling on tableware, but there are dishes that need certain knives in order to prepare them. I wonder how those faceless daemons are dealing with this...

[perceptions]

Ah, I didn't know you were a chef. [She taps a finger on her cheek.] Maybe you can fill out one of those request cards for more kitchenware utensils?

[breaksouls]

I'm not. I just don't trust meals prepared by someone without a face.

[She says as a person who previously did not have a sense of taste except when it came to blood.]

Mm. I just doubt they'll accept it, considering it's technically a weapon.

[perceptions]

[She snorts lightly. That's fair.]

That's a good point. Do you not have any weapon of your own to use?

[breaksouls]

I have my arms and legs. A blade would be useful, but I think I'll manage if anyone tries anything.

[Abs for days, Mira. Abs for days.]

[perceptions]

[everyone here is so goddamn swol.]

Ahaha, damn. Every time we talk, I like you more and more Velvet. You don't care what anyone thinks of you.

[breaksouls]

... Thanks, I guess.

[She's not sure how to react to that, but she'll take it.]

The only thing I care about is getting out of here. Whether people hate me for it doesn't matter.

[perceptions]

I mean that's true. We're all practically strangers here at the end of the day. ...But, you know, there are benefits to not shunning people either. Times like these, you need friends. Or at least allies.

[breaksouls]

There's no point in having allies that aren't useful to you. If I find someone who can help me escape, I might change my mind, but so far no one's exactly proven themselves capable.

[perceptions]

Pfhaha! Man, you crack me up Velvet. I'm not sure if your honesty is brave or a little dim.

[breaksouls]

Huh? I'm serious...

[perceptions]

I know! That's what makes it so good.