( 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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[disinterested]

[Catching?? Thanks for the mannequin, bro. He's smearing his germs all over you if this thing is contaminated.]

I'll admit that I'm unfamiliar with the term "Lovecraftian".

[godly]

[You're welcome, he's just bending down again to look at the rest of what's in the box. Just more torsos. Weird.]

No one's told you about the works of Lovecraft? [Well, even if they have, Light is going to continue.]

It's horror fiction. Themes of beings beyond human comprehension, the fragility of the human mind, especially in its search for knowledge. Fear of the vast unknown. Body horror.

[That sort of thing.]

[disinterested]

[a beat]

Fascinating. So it's a matter of time before we all go insane, then? [...] Maybe the mannequins are meant to represent body horror.

[godly]

If that's the case, then it's not particularly horrifying.

[Well, nothing exciting here. He's just going to eye the rest of the supplies here.]

As for going insane, let's hope not. I need my mind to be clear and focused, not addled with insanity during investigations and their subsequent trials.

[disinterested]

That's rather meaningful coming from our first executioner. How was it, by the way?

[godly]

[He frowns at him, looking disapproving.]

How do you think it was? What a tasteless question.

[disinterested]

I don't know. People have different reactions to killing. That's why I'm asking.

[godly]

[What a clinical response. Light's still frowning, diverting his gaze to a nondescript shelf when he responds.]

It was a nightmare. Knowing that I had to shoulder the burden of killing an innocent woman. Anyone with a shred of empathy would've felt the same way.

[disinterested]

I'm sure I don't need to remind you of this, but you have "murder" written on your profile.

[godly]

I realize that. And I've given an explanation time and time again why it's misrepresentation of what I'm actually capable of.

[disinterested]

Oh? Did you trip someone and set off a series of catastrophes?

[godly]

[He won't even answer that question? Because it's too ridiculous to consider.]

It was a matter of being wrongfully accused.