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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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It's.. mannequins. I don't really like mannequins. Actually, I really hate them.
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[ She says matter-of-factly. ]
They're there and you're out here. That door is ... it's like a blockade by some powerful Lovecraft magic... or something.
[ She's lying, but trying to reassure her. She points back to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. ]
Do you want to go back?
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You aren't.. afraid of anything?
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[ She's scared of dying, for sure. Wasting her life on something as silly as games. She's scared of never seeing her classmates again.
She motions for her to follow. ]
Being scared only makes now worse. I'm trying... trying to push it aside. Helping others helps me.
[ Even if the whispers tell her otherwise. ]
Do you want to get something to drink? I think Akira-san made coffee... again.
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[ helping people. because it helps her, too. a rude thing to say, but she says it so casually as if it's a mere observation of someone's character. ]
Ick. Did he mess it up again, or did he finally get it right? Last time he made it he almost lost a finger.
[ heather follows behind chiaki anyway. away from the storage room. to (hopefully) good coffee. ]
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[ Not what she meant but she flinches. But, she doesn't fight back. Instead she shakes her head. ]
I think he's gotten better.... maybe. People have different tastes.
[ Especially with how they like their coffee. Down past the rows of motel rooms they go! ]