( 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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[forlease]

[ This time... ]

Oh! Jake! Hello. [ He turns and offers a little wave, ceasing his rummaging. ]

I was looking for the rest of the mannequin parts.

[potentite]

[They don't need body parts to start flying around here.]

Oh! Are you putting them together? [Because it's not weird to do that apparently.]

[forlease]

[ That'll be next week probably. ]

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. ]

[potentite]

[Is it really such a strange sentence here though.

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?"]

[forlease]

That's what I want to know. I thought that maybe there would be other parts in here as well, but it doesn't look like it.

You haven't seen any arms or legs anywhere else, have you?

[potentite]

[Jake shakes his head.] Haven't seen hide nor hair of any misplaced plastic limbs around. That really is weird, though. I wonder what they want us to do with a bunch of torsos? Maybe paint them?

[forlease]

Well, this room was locked, so maybe they didn't want us to do anything with them? Or they could be used later once they're whole again, but... it still seems strange to not keep pieces together. [ A beat ] I hope it's okay I took them out of the box...

[ Next week: Ryou gets murdered for disturbing the sad torsos ]