( 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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[lohengrins]

[ percival cocks a brow in turn, almost as though he's saying 'try me'. he'll ask craftman for bubble wrap, do not test him. ]

If you're not The Ghost, you have no reason to apologize. You did all you could. That's more than most would do.

I'm just as responsible for this as you are, anyhow.

[ he folds his arms. ]

Don't be stupid is all. You remind me of someone I know. I can tell...that you have good intentions.

[nowyouseeit]

[YOU'RE A GOOD DAD, PERCIVAL. either way, he rubs his knuckles when his hands are wrapped, but otherwise doesn't comment]

We all did everything we could, but we still couldn't come up with the right answer. . .

[a small sigh; it's clear he takes that as a personal failure. the inability to save both Jason and Hana, and find the one responsible for their deaths. . .]

[he shakes his head]

Eh? Who do I remind you of? Someone cool, I hope.