( 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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[fauxtetsu]

TUESDAY MORNING - LOBBY
[ He's doing ordinary things (in a shirt)! Like reading books, the newspaper, or some of the tourist pamphlets because... reading helps take your mind off the inevitable things this week has in store. He actually hasn't taken notice of a certain list by Mira yet, but when anyone is in the lobby, he asks, half-genuinely: ]

Why do I feel like I'm being being stared at more than usual...?

[ Gee, one wonders why. It's not like there were courtroom trial antics involving good-looking folks flaunting what they've got, or... that ten-star rating.

This motel needs Jesus. Or for a little less of... well. ]


WEDNESDAY EVENING - KITCHEN
[ Nagasone is in the kitchen reading a recipe book, leaning on the table. By him are a few sprigs of white flowers, a kettle. He's using his fringe to hide the lack of sleep on his face, but speaks in a soft tone. ]

It might not help with the nightmares... but it's good for sleep and relaxing your nerves, apparently. I can pour you some if you want it.

[ It's not poison, he promises! But tea isn't for everyone. ]


THURSDAY AFTERNOON - AROUND?
[ So being sleep deprived can make you rather off-kilter. Nagasone won't say anything of the regrets, but he has enough to keep him up at night. It finally comes to this, and for most of Thursday he's quiet and listless.

However, sometimes if a person passes by him, he'll suddenly take a hold of them. Grabbing an arm, shoulders, and if said person is young they get a hand on their head. ]

...

[ He's got enough people in his life back home and in the past to make him mistake a motel guest for them, because they sure do say things in his head to catch his attention, and right now he can't tell if it's actually whispered around him or in his head now. ]

wednesday

[empireofrats]

[The top of a dark head and two dark eyes slowly peek over the edge of the table half a foot to Nagasone's side. She peers at the white flowers and the kettle, then lifts her eyes to him and the book.]

What is it?

[fauxtetsu]

According to this book, chamomile tea.

[ He holds out the book to her, opened to page with an illustration of those exact flowers on it. ]

Wouldn't know how it tastes, but it's easy to steep. Just need this water to boil.

[empireofrats]

Chamomile tea. We have tea in Dunwall too. It's made with leaves from warmer places like Karnaca. It's kind of spicy. Unless we have some for breakfast. [She leans back a little to peer at the book. The flowers are the same.] That looks like a book Mister Sokolov would read.

May I have some?

[fauxtetsu]

Yes, you can!

[ He pours her a cup, fanning it with his hand so it will cool down a little for her to drink it. ]

The tea I'm used to is bitter. There's one made with buckwheat that's refreshing too, in the summer! So many kinds...

tuesday

[restlessgods]

[ Rachel is seated in the lobby, writing something. ]

Have you rested well, Nagasone?

[fauxtetsu]

As well as I could. Rest is important.

[ A respectable, if not slightly vague answer for a health-conscious woman to hear. ]

How about you... Rachel is it?

[restlessgods]

[ Given that their Monday notes all told them not to sleep, she's sure that he hasn't slept that well. But the same could be said for her. ]

Yes, my name is Rachel. [ Pronounced as 'Raquel', though. ] I am fine... or as fine as any of us can be.

[ But back to abs. ]

I would suppose after last week's episode, you would be more appreciated by our fellows.

[fauxtetsu]

Ah, it's pronounced like that. Got it.

[ Yeah, it's rough and won't get much better from here on out. But... pride. ]

I mean, I take care of what my master granted me... and it's one that bore no incrimination. [ Still, very extra. ]

tuesday;

[disinterested]

[Well, Girge has no problem with putting it bluntly:]

Stripping might have to do with it.

[fauxtetsu]

[ Thanks Girge. Seriously, he wanted a good answer! ]

It leaves that much of an impression on people?

[disinterested]

Haven't you seen Miss Mira's list?

[fauxtetsu]

...I have not, there was a crowd earlier. Should I?

thursday

[ungodly]

[ heather might be the least touch receptive person here, so when she feels a (huge) hand make contact with her skin, she's immediately trying to pull away, writhing a little dramatically and falling back onto the wall on the other side of the hallway. ]

If you're trying to kill me, I'll scream, I swear.

[ basically, she's giving him his one chance to explain himself. ]

[fauxtetsu]

Hm...? Ah—!
[ Good on Heather for the dramatics, actually! It jolts him a bit out of daze. Still, very exhausted though if the slow speech indicates ]

My bad! I thought you were someone else... talking to me.

[ When what she says sinks in, he shakes his head. ]

No, I wouldn't... Did I scare you?

[ungodly]

No.

[ she says curtly, even though she totally means yes. he totally scared her. ]

Do you manhandle every person you meet, or just the person you thought I was?

[fauxtetsu]

[ He winces at the remark. ]

No... I'm sorry, I really am. It's been a long week.

[ it'll be over soon with the week and he can have his nap. after the murder which is terrible but what can you do. ]

I guess I'm a little more awake now.

wednesday

[wristbands]

[at this point, she's not bothering to hide how frazzled she looks.]

Sleeping's not really on my list of priorities, but... thanks for the offer, anyway.

[she doesn't deny that she casts a look toward the drink with the tiniest bit of suspicion, but it goes away pretty quickly; would a killer in their midst really do it in plain sight like this?]

[fauxtetsu]

[ He sure does catch that suspicious look there. But he tiredly laughs it off. ]

It's chamomile tea. I figured if people were on edge from the nightmares or voices... Might as well try it.

[ He pours himself a cup at any rate, letting it cool down. ]

Can I ask what's on your priorities?

[wristbands]

[well, at least he's drinking it himself...]

If you asked me a week ago, probably finding a way out of here and back home.

Now... just surviving.

[fauxtetsu]

You shouldn't give up on that first part! I suppose that requires surviving too though, huh.

[ He sips his tea calmly. See? Not poison. But he can't pretend it's super great... ]

Would you like some fresh food? That's why your're here, I'd assume.

thursday

[curedham]

[listen. listen. this may have been a mistake]

What do you think you are doing?!

[welcome back to reality nagasone]

Unhand me this instant! How dare you! [SLAPS FURIOUSLY AT HIS HAND!!!]

[fauxtetsu]

[ ...Mistakes were made. so was grabbing L'Arachel.

If she was hoping to continue a tirade of traditional insults that someone's gotta look up, well, too bad for her (not the person having to open up Google)! He lets go of her without a word, just looks at her and realize the mistake.

When he turns away though, like he's not about to hear it, whatever she'll say... He just collapses on the floor. Not on the prim poodle. The floor's nicer, if not a bit musty. Night, L'Arachel! Don't get accused of murder. ]

[curedham]

[oh, well

that solves that problem.

okay no she definitely had some more yelling to do about how dare he not even apologize etc etc—and then Nagasone hits the floor.

Immediately her focus shifts—she's a medic, after all, and she hasn't quite thought this through to not having her staff, but instincts are just that, and L'Arachel crouches beside Nagasone. She's trying to get a look at his face, reaching to check for a pulse on his neck as she does. Putting that rudimentary medical knowledge to work!!!]

Nagasone? Can you hear me? [UGH SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HIDE A BODY TODAY]

[fauxtetsu]

[ Clearly dying is a good way to avoid these sorts of problems...

Okay no, obviously he still has a pulse, and he's breathing if not slowly. ]

Mm...

[ Okay that's also a sign of life! ]

Tell my little brother I'm sorry... Also wear a jacket, it's cold.

[ Sign of life, not sign of coherence. ]