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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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[he looks like a drowned cat]
W-what the heck? Are you going around pushing everyone into the fountain?
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[ she admits it, boldly! a grin on her face as she tugs at the hem of her top, stringing it free of water. for someone who is experiencing lovecraft hell, she's doing pretty fine.
or maybe it's just that how loud and awful this is getting is making her act out more, who knows. she's certainly proactive.
as revenge for the splash, of course, hajime's going to enjoy herself - she lightly smacks her hand down in the water in front of kaito, the mischievous grin back. ]
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[he yelps in surprise when she splashes more water at his face, jerking back and trying to shield his eyes from the suds]
Aha ha. . .
At least someone here is in a good mood.
[he has to admit, it's a little infectious, and he finds some of the anxiety that had been building throughout the week seeping away]
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If you don't breathe from time to time, you'll forget how! It would be hella tragic if you did, Splashy.
[ since "kai" is. ocean and water in japanese, and, he splashed her, ]
In and out! All the time! Don't forget!!!
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[that's a goal he can admire, honestly. he reaches up to wipe the suds from his head, flicking a few at her as he does so]
Kaito, not Splashy. If you're gonna come up with a nickname for me, you should make it a cool one.
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...laughs about it. earnestly laughs. ]
Suds Dude!
[ she's gonna make you deal with her bad nicknames. ]
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. . . oi! I like Splashy more than I like Suds Dude!
[BE CAREFUL HAJIME, he's sending wave of water your way now]
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this is a murdergame ]
Splash Dude!!!!
[ she's teasing, she's teasing and it's loads of fun. it's easy to see when she flops, back first, into the fountain alongside him. disappearing beneath the suds, hajime can't hear any reprimands kaito might spit this time. he's splash dude forever now. ]
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[please tell me her shirt isn't white]
Whoa-- hey!
[annnd she's gone, under the water before he can protest even more]
That's called cheating.
[he mumbles, mostly to himself, while he waits for her to surface again]
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or maybe hide and shark attack as a pair of arms loop around his waist - hajime pushes forward, pressing against kaito and then, and then: ]
Yahooooooooooo!
[ she lets go pretty quickly, though, and her only goal in that movement was to spook him a little, apparently. instead, when she resurfaces, she's somehow behind him, and she drops her arms over his shoulders from behind. ]
Dining and dashing?
[ it's a metaphor! ]
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[my]
[god]
[if anyone isn't used to this level of physical affection, it's Kaito. Kuroba Kaito, Mr. I-Like-My-Personal-Space-Thanks-Very-Much. he flails a little more and lets out a surprised ack when she grabs him by the waist under water, and attempts to spin around to catch her when she surfaces]
[. . . but she manages to catch him from behind again, and before he can say anything, he has a Hajime leaning against him, arms resting on his shoulders]
[MAYBE. MAYBE IT'S GOOD SHE CAN'T SEE HOW RED HIS FACE IS RIGHT NOW??]
T-that-- [he coughs awkwardly, but notably doesn't. move] T-that isn't at all applicable to this situation? How the heck does your brain work, anyway?
[she's so weird omg]