( 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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[potentite]

[Well fuck there's the horror sequence he guesses. Maybe it's a rat or something? Except he can't recall seeing any animals in this place. But since he's the one with the weapon, he supposes it's up to him to check on this. Right, okay. He can do this.

He makes a gesture to Andersen to keep still and quiet. Then, very slowly, he lowers himself to the ground of the stage. He wants to hear what it's doing and maybe figure out what it is. If this was a horror movie, he's pretty sure a horrible hellbeast would suddenly explode out of the stage floor to attack them, so he's tense in case he has to react quickly.]

[abhoth]

[The skittering stops.

There is absolute silence. Even the sound of the breeze blowing against the windows is gone.

And then—







A large skeletal hand proceeds to shoot up from the ground, breaking through the stage and reaching for Jake's arm in order to drag him further down onto the floor. It has claws, sharp enough to potentially cause damage if he's not fast enough.]

[potentite]

Jesus shitballing christ!

[That is not a rat at all but rather reminds him more of those horrible skeletons from the game. At least he was ready for an attack, though, and throws himself to the side fast, still holding the pipe tight so he doesn't lose the little defense they have. He's already getting back to his feet but he needs to keep Andersen in mind. He's the weakest one between them.]

[abhoth]

[Jump off the stage? Nah.

As soon as Andersen gets close enough to Jake, another skeletal hand shoots up from the ground. It grips Andersen's leg, claws digging into the flesh with ease, and then it proceeds to yank him downwards. The floor gives away underneath him, the concrete and dirt parting as if they were nothing more than water.

In a second, Andersen is gone.

Jake won't be faring much better, as the first hand will be grabbing him by the ankle and dunking him into the hole in the ground. It won't take long before Jake, too, is gone. The hole then proceeds to close up after them.

Bye, guys.]