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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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... their confidant rank needs to be increased a little more before he can manage to get away with that, though. ]
Very few things give me goosebumps, and it's usually not when I'm being crept out. [ does she get what he means? who knows. he doesn't linger on it for long. ] But it is a strange sight. I think I enjoy it. Allows me to remember that this isn't our home.
[ or anyone's home for that matter. he gives a nod in agreement over the fact that there's a lot of argument ― people yell too damn much here. the smile turns into a pouty look when she brings up his profile card, however. talk about trigger warning. ]
No. I'm playing to keep my brain and hands occupied. If you aren't worried about me getting too loud, feel free to join me in my booth.
[ he even pats on the spot next to him as an added emphasis. so daring, so Gutsy. ]
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Like when you're cold? It's lucky it's not winter here. [ He doesn't linger, but she definitely comments before leaning her chin on the back of the booth lazily. ] ...You have really weird taste if you enjoy this. It's almost like it doesn't fit here.
[ But, he talks about joining in the booth, she doesn't really clue in on what that means — flirtation wise. She eyes the board, then back over to the spot. So, here she goes, moving from the booth to hers with her walkthrough in hand. ]
I'm kind of in the middle of something, so I don't know if I'd play... but you can show me.
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Not exactly. I was talking of more... intimate matters. [ he tried to move on quickly! but alas, she asked for it. oh well. ] I've been called weird several times already, so I can accept that my tastes are similar.
[ nothing here fits, really, almost like it's an amalgam of sorts. they're stuck in a place that is clearly of an older times, and yet, there's hints of something modernized every now and then. add the faceless men and tentagent and they have quite a lot to consider for an environment.
Akira didn't know if she would take him up on his offer or not, so he is genuinely happy to see that she is moving to join him. not only that, but she actually... sits right next to him. wowee. their legs touch for a moment before he slights a little to the right to allow her room, and she will find that he is pushing his shogi board to the side. ]
I'm not interested in playing anymore. I'm interested in you. [ that. sounds really forward, but he is showing what he means by pointing a finger towards the paper she is scribbling on. ] What are you working on, exactly?
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[ TYPICAL PROTAG!! ]
I'm working on a guide. [ She drags her hand away, looking at the notebook as she sets it down, but not opening it. ]
I'm not very far, but... if anyone else has to come here — like Craftly said this has happened before... maybe having a walkthrough can help them avoid some mistakes we've made.
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Akira makes a bit of a noise, albeit muffled from her hand smooshing his cheek, as he is forced to lean into the opposite side. ]
I can't help it. This is how I am. [ naturally smooth, ya feel me. once she's done touching him inappropriately, he runs his fingers down his face before dropping his hand down onto the table, subtly pulling the notebook closer and closer towards him. ] Oh. Wow. You've skipped the part where we have to worry about ourselves and went straight to the future. That's commendable, Nanami-san. Kind of like a video game, I take it?
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She looks to him with a bit of hesitance, especially when he begins to pull it closer to him. She snatches it and holds it a bit tighter and begins tugging it back. ]
I still worry about this group. I'm not close with anyone or have friends, but ... we're all people who deserve a chance to live.
[ But when he mentions video game she narrows her eyes. ]
Um... it's more like being a good person. This sounds like this game is beyond our control... I'm not dumb enough to think I can stop it. Maybe just help people if they're trapped here too.
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maybe he wants to take a peek. he likes taking peeks, after all. ]
I'd like to think we're friends. Some people would say it's best not to get too close, or otherwise things will only get worse for us... but... [ notice how he lets go as he thinks back on the events of this past weekend. ] It's senseless to lose hope. We have to work together, after all.
[ Nanami seems to be a very sensible person. she knows what she's doing, she is capable of acknowledging their situation and addressing her role and its capabilities. Akira smiles as he looks at her dead in the eyes, almost with an expression of admiration on his face. ]
You're pretty cool, Nanami-san.
[ that's all he has to say about that, tbh. ]
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You think that? [ She offered her hairpin to him and said some kind words but there's a fear that - well, she won't live up to any expectation with friendships. Maybe the idle thoughts at the back of her mind are to blame, ] We really have to start working together then. All of us. There's too much at risk and not enough time in the day - I think - to act. That's what I hope to do here. If you have any tips for this place... I can write them down.
[ But He speaks so honestly and her face flushes hot. ]
Don't say that. It's just doing the right thing.
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I do. Which reminds me...
[ he stops losing himself in her cuteness to stretch his legs out onto the floor, feet bumping up against the other side of the booth as he stands on his heels. his hands dig into his pocket for something, and when it's pulled out, she'll notice it's rather familiar. it is the very same hairpin she gave him last week, albeit modified into a lockpick that has since been broken. Akira is frowning when he presents it to her. ]
First off, I apologize. I've gone ahead and threw away all the other picks because they've become broken as well, but... this one seemed special. I wanted to return it to you.
[ she can't exactly. put it in her hair anymore, but hopefully she appreciates the gesture? ]
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As she sees her familiar little triangle ship, it's pin straightened and unable to clip back together, she looks to him out of confusion, but — smiles softly. ]
You didn't need to, but thanks. [ Lazily, she reaches up, grasping it between her two fingers. ] I figured it would work, but I guess this place really is good about guarding it's restricted zones.
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[ his frown persists before he forces it to disappear by briefly shaking his head. a smile appears again in its wake, and he reaches forward to grab her wrist just as she takes it back. ]
You'll tell me how I can repay you for wasting it, I hope. Name something that I can do for you and I will.
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[ She shakes her head a bit when he tries to get some forgiveness for fucking her shit up. She sets the hairpin in front of her on the table with her walkthrough. ]
... Just tell me how you learned to make lockpicks? That will be good enough. ...I think.