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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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Akira's quicker to accept her presence if only because he distinctly recalls offering both coffee and curry to only one person in the inn so far. he shakes his head to get himself out of his mental rut before looking to Heather. it takes a moment to realize what she seems to be complaining about, but then his nose picks up on the scent of the coffee and he lets out a gasp. ]
Dammit― [ jumping up to his feet, he runs over to the percolator to quickly pull it off of the stove, probably burning his fingers in the process. with a hiss of discomfort, Akira looks up to her with a resounding sigh of acceptance that he Fucked Up. ] Of all times for you to run into me in the kitchen, you had the luck of picking today. Sorry about that.
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[ this is all so extra. she didn't mean to scare him, at least not to the degree that he hurt himself, so she's getting a cup and filling it with cold water for him. ]
Pour this on your fingers, idiot! [ and she's shoving the cup at him. it'd be better if they had some lidocaine or aloe, but this would at least feel like it was taking some heat off. ] Look, I don't care about that. You don't have to be worried about making me curry and coffee. I'm not really sure how those two things go together anyway. Sounds like.. putting 7-Up in Fruity Pebbles.
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[ he says this with the biggest :( you can imagine. don't call him an idiot, Heather. that makes him sad and he is already sad as is. please don't think that means he's so stubborn that he will ignore Heather as she offers the cup. his fingers are dipped into the water for momentary relief, and Akira lets out a sigh as the throbbing in his digits begins to settle. ]
It didn't have to be together, you know. [ but what the hell is she going on about. that sounds like a soda he gets from one of the vending machines in school. and fruity pebbles... well. ] That doesn't sound so bad. If that's what I think it is, that's a citrus carbonated drink, right? Citrus is fruit, so...
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[ she's starting to feel like she's grilling him too hard, but akira was an easy enough target. and he seemed like the type to go along with it. she made a mental note to lay off him a little. ]
I mean, I guess, but that seems like too much of one thing. It's bad for the flavor profile, or whatever they say on those cooking shows. [ she left out the part about how they don't cook with citrus soda and kids cereal on those shows. ] But, um.. sorry for calling you an idiot. I think this week's gonna be kinda hard for me.
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[ does that confirm her suspicion that he will be chill with pretty much anything she can come up with? Akira just shrugs his shoulders and pulls his fingers out from the water once the raw skin has grown accustomed to the chilled temperature. to get a little payback, he flicks a bit of said water right into her face. ]
It doesn't stop the people who put fifteen toppings in their ice cream. Some people like their tongues to be overwhelmed. [ lewd. ] Don't apologize. I was definitely acting like one.
Do you have anything going on? ―Other than the... obvious, I mean.