( 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]

[ 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 ]