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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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If it latches on he'll try to bisect it. Let him put cuisses de grenouille on the menu. If it doesn't latch on then that scalpel needs to be kept at the ready to slice anything from a second wave.]
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Two more leap towards Dave, one going high and the other going low with a wheezing beast cry that pains their ears. Instead of teeth, one attempts to latch onto Dave with long tendrils.
Dirk would be wise to watch his left side, as two completely impact against his chest — no bites, but the force is enough to knock him down. One of Dirk's flops to the side, gasping for the air and the other begins — well... begins to dry-heave. Before he can push it away, a ripe green bile shoots from its mouth onto Dirk's chest, immediately eating away at his shirt. It pools at his pecs, undoubtedly burning at Dirk but not quite hurting him past the top layer of skin. ]
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this is maybe stupid when it keeps taking so much damage, but for thirteen years he lived through every fight beaten and bruised and battered; a broken finger and a bite and glass isn't enough to dissuade him from using the limb at all.
the noise, while it makes him wince, doesn't make him stop fighting at all.
if he can cut through the tentacles he'll try a follow-up skewering of the one that went high. if dirk does get knocked down he won't glance back but will step closer, trying to protect a wider area - ]
Bro? [ snapped out too fast and he's confusing who he's supposed to be talking to in the heat of the moment but he just needs a response to clarify how much help dirk does or doesn't need; it's hard to tell in the dark. ]
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He rolls himself back up to his feet to get back to his position at Dave's back, muttering] 'm fine, gonna try—
[And in a move that may be spectacularly stupid, he flicks on the flashlight and tosses it away from them both, angling the throw as a lob to keep the beam from flying in their faces. The goal is the same when he fights deep sea creatures: you distract them with a light they'll chase or get confused by, and then you kill them in their distraction.
(He honestly just wants a shower from being vomited on because pain is bad but being dirty is Gross.)]
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Dirk however, will feel the bile slide down his frame. Fortunately, it is not burning into his skin - the pain central to his chest. Dave can see from his position not ordinary burn-wounds that spread across his skin like dancing flames. No. Odd markings are hot and bright from the burning bile, leaving Dirk to carry these wounds presumably permanently.
As the flashlight sails across the room, the creatures are rightfully distracted. Maybe Dirk learned from anglerfish? The disgusting plops of wet tendrils hitting the floor are a sign of victory.
But, unfortunately the light begins to slowly dim.
Dave and Dirk have only a few moments to get out of there before they begin their attack again. ]
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hm, yeah, okay. there is a time to stand and fight, and a time to cut and run. right now, dave's pretty sure the encounter has slid firmly into the latter category. there's the sudden light of the flashlight but he gets immediately the plan, and doesn't ask about the other weird light coming from dirk.
instead, he focuses immediately on the most important matter at hand.
dave slides one blade back into place, grabs dirk with his left hand (fucking ow) and drags the other strider along until dirk starts running on his own, heading straight for the exit. he does not intend to die in a pet shop of all fucking places? he can't even tell how many of the creatures there are to kill, or if there's anything worse lying in wait, but there definitely doesn't seem to be much in the way of information.
or if there is, the cost is maybe too high. alone he might risk it; with someone else as a concern he won't. time to go, dirk. ]
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Only until someone else decides to physically break in (why would they) will there be any answer for if the creatures still remain. ]
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because don't break in there guys it's STUPID ]