( 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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[pinesfortruth]

Yeah, I know, Mabel hates it.

[dipper takes his cider and nurses it like one would an actual alcoholic drink. Like an old man at a bar, regretting his life choices. Dipper, you're 12. He grumbles into his drink:]

It's not about the math. I wasn't even trying to use math on anything yet. [also, if he's honest, asking for the calculator was just to have stuff he usually has with him, but he's not gonna say that.] It's just this whole... place.

[eloquent.]

[gamerscore]

You're... trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces, I think.

[ She leans onto the counter with her elbows, thinking thoughtfully. ]

You shouldn't be too hard on yourself. You're doing better than others if you're worrying this hard and trying to find a way out.

[pinesfortruth]

I like puzzles. Usually. Even the hard ones. But-- like-- fine, great, I get an A for effort, but that's not going to be enough to get anything done! [he just. thunks his face on the table. Facedesking, if you will.] Not to mention these stupid... "night terrors".

[gamerscore]

[ Awkward shoulder pat? ]

That's what is probably bothering you most... or at least making us weaker-willed. They've been getting worse but, if you turn the static on at night, it drowns them out a bit. Maybe you should try that?

[ CHIAKI WITH THE BAD SUGGESTIONS. ]

[pinesfortruth]

Somehow, I don't think static noises on top of whisperings would help. That sounds nightmareish. [he does lift his head up to give a sort of awkward smile/grimace at chiaki tho??? progress???] It's temporary, right? Just a few more days. I can handle a day or two. Probably.

[gamerscore]

It's not... it's kind of soothing. [ PROGRESS? ] You can do it. We're all already dealing with much worse than a few whispers.

[ She smiles, waving her hand for a glass of juice herself. ]

If they get bad, try counting to 100.