( 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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[restlessgods]

all days
[ Rachel can be found seated either at the lounge or the lobby, writing something. These are a lot of somethings, penned in her neat handwriting. If one glances at them, they seem to be... notes? About the motel and what's been discovered so far.

Feel free to talk to her or ask to see her work. Just handle them with care, alright? ]

wildcard
[ Rachel isn't very mobile, so she'll mostly be sticking around the inn. If your character has gone exploring and returned through the lobby, chances are that she'll smile and ask what they've found outside.

Otherwise feel free to hit me with anything! PMs for private convos are super too o/ ]

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[pinesfortruth]

[Dipper is also a nerd who writes a lot of notes, and he is pinged, in his soul, by seeing someone else write about the motel. So he comes up to Rachel with a... rather weird smile]

Hey there. I see you're writing. [...] Notes, I mean. I see what you're writing-- never mind that. I also have notes? We could ... compare notes? See if we know anything?

[he's not the most socially graceful person. sorry. he just facepalms before being an ADULT about this:]

Let's try that again. Hi, I'm Dipper, and I think we've all got a better chance in this place if we work together and that should probably include comparing notes, so I was wondering if I could know what you were working on?

[restlessgods]

[ If anything, Rachel merely looks at him with her head tilted in interest. Since she's looked after a lot of children, his awkwardness doesn't really stand out to her. ]

Oh, that would be great. I am writing down all I know so far, just in case.

[ She's easy to kill. ]

[pinesfortruth]

[yikes. dipper gives a bit of an awkward laugh]

Haha, same! [what.] The writing things down bit. Not the... [just in case i die? too morbid.] Anyway, what've you got so far?

[restlessgods]

[ She's accepted her death.

But anyways: she'll slide a sheet over to him. It has everyone's names and known roles written on it, as well as a labeled map of where they stay. ]

Mostly the basics. I would need information on the areas outside of the motel, but getting there may be an issue.

[pinesfortruth]

I see, I see... Yeah, I've got something similar to that in my notes, too. [at the getting there comment, Dipper throws a look at her chair but doesn't comment on it, unsure what he can or should say at all]

Actually, I drew a map of what we can see of the town so far. [he takes his journal out of his vest and opens it at a page with what looks like a pretty decently made map, actually. who knew his tabletop roleplaying tendencies would turn out useful.] I could make you a copy if you want?

[restlessgods]

[ She's used to being crippled, it's not a problem. ]

I can copy it quickly.

[ With her experience, it shouldn't take much time. They can still talk while they draw. ]

Do you have a sister here, perhaps? [ He looks a little like the girl who pushed around her wheelchair. ]

[pinesfortruth]

That works too. [he leaves the page open for her to do so, putting his journal on the table] Oh, yeah, Mabel. We're twins. You've met?

[restlessgods]

[ That explains a lot. ]

Yes. She's very helpful and enthusiastic, but perhaps sometimes overly so.

[pinesfortruth]

[... uh-oh]

What did she do, exactly?

[restlessgods]

She offered to give me a back ride.

[ But by Rachel's expression, she doesn't seem upset or offended. ]

She is very earnest, so I might suggest keeping an eye out for her.

[pinesfortruth]

Huh. I don't actually know if she's got the physical capacity to pull that off.

[the warning seems to take him by surprise a bit and Dipper looks a bit put off. nothing personal he is just Sensitive about this subject recently]

She's my sister, of course I'm looking out for her. I know she can come off... strong, but we've always got each other's backs.

[restlessgods]

[ If anything, she won't appear to have any emotional reaction to his words. ]

That is good to hear. Keep yourself safe, the both of you. If you need assistance, I will try my best to render it.

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[lohengrins]

[ a dubious woman, but resourceful nonetheless. percival glances over her shoulder — he is unfortunately unable to make out the majority of her work.

well, honesty is key. ]

What exactly are you writing?

[restlessgods]

[ How could you call her dubious when she's never done anything wrong? :( ]

Notes, of course. I would preserve what I have found, for others to use.

[lohengrins]

[ listen, she's a little cryptic — not bad, but not fluff on the nerves either. he furrows a brow in response. ]

Have you discovered anything noteworthy is my question.

[restlessgods]

[ There's a difference between cryptic and being mysterious, young man! ]

It would depend on your definition of noteworthy.

[ People can easily forget small facts in a heated discussion. Nevertheless, she pulls out a sheet for him to look at. She's drawn a map of the motel, with every single resident's roomings labeled out. ]

[lohengrins]

Huh. Useful. [ his eyes flicker across the map. it's relatively well put together -- or rather, as well as it can be. ]

Noteworthy, as in different...or interesting or peculiar to some, I suppose. What exactly has stood out most to you?

[restlessgods]

[ There is a pause before she replies, thoughtful. ]

Have you heard of the writings of Lovecraft, Percival? They describe a setting similar to this. Endless darkness, whispers in our ears.

[ Very cliche, in her opinion. ]

[lohengrins]

I haven't — others here have spoken of him, though. It's likely that he doesn't exist in the world I hail from.

[ he appears to be deep in thought nonetheles. ]

Are you implying that this town...or rather, our circumstances take after his tales?

[restlessgods]

That is likely so. I would not expect us to fall into his tales, but perhaps this is run by a person who thinks it a sick sort of joke.

[ Double meaning. She presses her hands together. ]

It does add some matter of predictability, if this does follow the genre. But most stories written by Lovecraft are dark and dangerous.

[pinesforyou]

Hey, Rachel!

[here goes the chauffeur]

Want a ride anywhere? We could go exploring together again!

[restlessgods]

Hello, Mabel.

[ Rachel smiles, not exactly a rarity in Mabel's presence since she usually smiles only at children. ]

I would love to go out for a stroll. Did you have anywhere in mind?

[pinesforyou]

Just checking out the new spoooooooky areas. Are you up for it?

[stop adopting all the children]

[restlessgods]

[ Too late. ]

Of course I am. Did you tell anyone else that we're going out?