( 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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[parodeity]

[ two at once, fine, still can't leave his back unguarded. the low one he settles for fucking kicking away while he slices at the tentacles of the other, forcing himself to get a scalpel into his left hand to have something to shove it off with in, like. both hands. if it gets that far.

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. ]

[splinten]

[Shit. He's more worried about Dave and the pain registers from the shriek but it doesn't stagger him. While Dirk manages to squish one, he does go down and his beautiful pectorals are donated to the abyss, or whatever. He doesn't cry out in pain, but he realizes there are way too many. They're going to lose in terms of numbers if this keeps up.

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.)]

[abhoth]

[ Dave was able to protect himself, the kick sending the creature back into the broken aquarium glass to be impaled. His bite feels itchy — more so a faint bubbling. He can ignore it for now, it just looks rapidly infected. The high creature is sliced by the scalpel, taking one to the massive eye and leaving it to wither and cry in an inhumane noise.

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. ]

[parodeity]

[ YEP SURE AM IGNORING THAT BITE FOR NOW BECAUSE IT'S NOT A MAJOR CONCERN?

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. ]

[splinten]

[Dirk would stick and fight on his own, or he'd stand here and fight to the death to protect Dave, but Dave grabs his hand—] Dude, I know that's your left— [—muttered fast, and he takes the memo and Absconds.]

[abhoth]

[ Fortunately for the brothers, they're able to get out. The sound of wheezing will continue on throughout the week — as if it was some over-exhausted mating call. The sounds carry into the motel streets for now. Curiously, the burned building is once again blocked off after this event. Thick boards cover the door Dave and Dirk entered through.

Only until someone else decides to physically break in (why would they) will there be any answer for if the creatures still remain. ]

[parodeity]

[ ftr dave will simply solve the issue of telling everyone by later coming back and drawing a bad approximation of the things on the boards in marker, and under that saying "seriously stay out there are monsters, they suck. ask dave or dirk for details - ds".

because don't break in there guys it's STUPID ]