( 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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tuesday

[fauxtetsu]

Craftly...

[ If looks could kill, there would be the Innsmouth takoyaki special tonight. ]

What happened to Jake and Andersen?

[abhoth]

Ah. Hello.

[ He looks up from over his newspaper. However, his brow perks upwards. ]

Something happened to them? I was not notified of a murder occurring... Tell me, sir, have you found their bodies?

[fauxtetsu]

No I haven't, I hope I don't, so I came to see you. Their roommates haven't seen them, but both aren't the type to scare people by vanishing.

[ He furrows his brow. ]

Do the statuses of guests really only matter to you when they're murdered corpses?

[abhoth]

Don't be so rude. [ HE'S A BUSY MAN. ] It seems as those two may have gotten involved with some of the ongoings of the city. We at the Innsmouth Motel are not responsible for any no-good that may occur outside of our motel grounds.

[fauxtetsu]

[ Deep breath. He's upset but it's not doing him any favors. ]

Fine, my apologies. If you know that much, thank you for telling me.

[ ... ]

Ongoings, huh? This city is rather quiet for that.

[abhoth]

Oh, dear. You all truly believe that? In the shadows and the still of it all - you would be terrified to see what this city has to offer...

[fauxtetsu]

Then I'm glad for right now, I'm out of their way and the other way around.

[ Okay, because he's curious, though it's deadpan. ]

Is it a draw to this place? There got to be something if there's a motel.

[abhoth]

This city was beautiful once. So much green. So much history. There were endless cobblestone paths and little curio shops with antiques far and wide. Our tourists were kind, leaving minimal footprints in their wake and truly enjoyed the magic of this city.

[ He slides the general Yuggoth brochure to him. ]

Now, there are things much more sinister that roam the deepest cavities of this city. It's theirs now, not ours.