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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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[ Ryou is still not fully recovered from the weekend. He needs a distraction. A new area to explore sates that need, while keeping him relatively close to other people. Witnesses, in case anything happened - even though it's only Monday, and the rules explicitly state that murder wouldn't happen on this day. Ryou is still tired and paranoid. It's clear as he continually keeps checking the door to the storage room as he rummages through the shelves and boxes.
Once he finds the box with the mannequin torsos, his attention focuses on the task of arranging them in such a way that he could maybe build something. He stops watching the door and he tries to rummage further and check the nearby shelves. ]
Mmm... There's no arms or legs in here, I wonder where they could be.
[ Don't mind him looking for fake body parts while other fake body parts surround his feet. ]
THURSDAY - LOUNGE
[ Well, the night terrors are certainly living up to their name and terrorizing Ryou. This poor kid has spend the majority of the week constantly trying to get away from the noise in his head - while it had been subtle on Monday, even starting his morbid mannequin project had offered a kind of relief. With the voices getting louder, more persistent, sleep eludes him and Ryou spends his days (as well as nights) wallowing in guilt and dwelling on things long done and over with. It never stops eating at him.
He's not even sure why he's in the lounge or even what day it is anymore, being as sleep deprived as he is. The moment he sits down to rest, however, and he's dozing. Now he's dead asleep and sliding onto the floor. He doesn't care, he just wants to sleep, even if that means being sprawled awkwardly on the lounge floor. ]
WILDCARD
[ Ryou will be staying close to the motel and wandering aimlessly throughout the week. Drop your own prompts here or reach me at
thursday
Also, it's Thursday. Is it even safe for him to be here alone? She remembers what Mira told her the day before, and though it's not exactly the same thing (Bakura isn't outside)... it's close enough.
So rather than leave him be, she steps carefully into the room, then goes to grab some of the cushioned seats from the bar, pushing them together until there's a long line of them that should fit Bakura on it. Next, she kneels down next to where he's awkwardly sprawled out and tries to take hold of him to lift him up.
If he's going to sleep in a place like this, she'd like him to at least not wake up with a crick in his neck.
Luckily, Bakura is pretty light - he's nearly a full foot taller than her, and only twenty pounds or so heavier. Unluckily, she's a 4'10" weakling, which means... even as she tries not to wake him, she's struggling to actually get him up.
Struggling, but trying.]
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His panic, however, is relatively brief and once the familiar face registers, he's quick to calm down. ]
Yukina? What are you doing here?
[ Now he actually. Sits up and looks around to take stock of where he is. ]
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[He does smack her, right on the cheek, but... it's an accident, so it's fine. She takes a step back while he calms down, giving him a chance to take in his surroundings.]
...I was passing by and I saw you... um, asleep on the floor. It didn't look very comfortable...
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If you had left me I probably would have been okay. It didn't wake me up, so it couldn't have been that uncomfortable.
[ "Probably" he says, rubbing his eyes. ]
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[And because of that - her expression becomes a little contrite as she realizes... he had probably really needed the rest. Oops.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you...! I hope you managed to get at least a little rest...
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[ I mean he's basically a sitting target?? ]
monday
What's missing arms and legs?
[He. Assumes Ryou is not talking about actual body parts.]
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Oh! Jake! Hello. [ He turns and offers a little wave, ceasing his rummaging. ]
I was looking for the rest of the mannequin parts.
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Oh! Are you putting them together? [Because it's not weird to do that apparently.]
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Yes! Well... I was going to, but there aren't any other parts. Just these. [ He gestures to the sad torso pile on the floor.
Which is not a sentence I thought I'd ever see myself writing. ]
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Jake comes closer to investigate the sad pile of torsos.]
Flippin' Norah Heck, why on earth would they give us a bunch of torsos and not the rest?
[Because clearly that's the mystery, not, "why the fuck are there mannequins in this creepy ass storage?"]
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You haven't seen any arms or legs anywhere else, have you?
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[ Next week: Ryou gets murdered for disturbing the sad torsos ]
Monday
[How did Mabel get into the box? Oh well, she's popping out of it for extra creep factor]
HELLO!
[hopefully she doesn't scare her new future hubby to death]
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Wh-- What are you doing in there? You scared me...
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[or so she says.]
[she climbs out of the box and inches towards him]
But enough about me! What about you? Why were you looking for parts in here, you gorgeous fluffy-haired man? Were you looking for a girl with hands and legs?
[she sticks hers out for demonstration] Because you've found one!
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[ Despite being more or less settled, he still takes a step back. ]
A project, you know?
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[siddles on up to him and grabs his arm to lean against]
Tell Mabel all about it!
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Um... It's not that complicated, really? I wanted to find the parts so they could be put together. Otherwise the pieces here are going to waste.
[ Trying to give himself a little bit of space - he's too nice to pull away, but please. Stop leaning on him. P l e a s e. ]
It's just something to do, to kill time.
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Well, I could always make hands! If you can't find any.
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Ryou, no. ]
I mean... it's not a big deal if we can't find them, I just wanted to find something to do.
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[the total package........ wink wink]
But if you're just looking for distraction, I can help with that too! I'm great at being distracting. I'm so good I just forgot what I was doing before this. Bam!
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I guess if you wanted to help, that's fine. I don't mind. [ Ok that's kind of a lie but maybe she'll chill out?? Maybe??? ]
What's your name?
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