( 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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[curedham]

[oh, well

that solves that problem.

okay no she definitely had some more yelling to do about how dare he not even apologize etc etc—and then Nagasone hits the floor.

Immediately her focus shifts—she's a medic, after all, and she hasn't quite thought this through to not having her staff, but instincts are just that, and L'Arachel crouches beside Nagasone. She's trying to get a look at his face, reaching to check for a pulse on his neck as she does. Putting that rudimentary medical knowledge to work!!!]

Nagasone? Can you hear me? [UGH SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HIDE A BODY TODAY]

[fauxtetsu]

[ Clearly dying is a good way to avoid these sorts of problems...

Okay no, obviously he still has a pulse, and he's breathing if not slowly. ]

Mm...

[ Okay that's also a sign of life! ]

Tell my little brother I'm sorry... Also wear a jacket, it's cold.

[ Sign of life, not sign of coherence. ]

[curedham]

[not dead is a good start! let's work on coherence, which is going to require consistent consciousness. In the meantime, she's snapping her fingers at a faceless man passing by who I am 100% putting in this thread for convenience's sake.]

Fetch me a glass of water and a lukewarm damp towel at once. [Back to the sword man kinda dying on the floor here:] Tell me about your little brother, Nagasone.

[whatever she's gotta do to keep him conscious. putting that rudimentary medical knowledge to work indeed.]

[fauxtetsu]

[ Bless you, conveniently placed faceless guy. ]

He's childish... but kind, and easy to get along with. His smile is my treasure.

[ Nagasone is not Hachisuka, who'd require Miss Nurse here like ten full minutes to talk at length of how much he loves his genuine Kotetsu brother. But he smiles and laughs a little, accepting that lying on his side is fine. ]

I thought he was you... Sorry L'Arachel...

[curedham]

[a slight, relieved sigh.] I knew it would not be long before recognizing my radiance brought you to your senses.

[shut the fuck up, l'arachel]

Now that you have one apology out of the way, you may apologize to him yourself later. [as the conveniently placed and timed faceless guy returns, L'Arachel takes the water from him but just sort of makes him stand around with the towel....... thanks] If I help you to sit up, can you drink?

[fauxtetsu]

Urashima's a little more radiant. But you're pretty close.

[ Nagasone shut up, even if Urashima is orange and blue... so that's kinda true. But still! ]

Yeah, I think so...

[ Fatigue, you suck. ]

[curedham]

I find that difficult to believe. [flips her hair over her shoulder!!! l'arachel you asshole you're dealing with a medical situation why are you this way]

Take this, then. [ugh god he is too Beef for her to effectively lift him but she does move to hand him the water, but she's not letting go until she's certain he can hold it himself without spilling it everywhere. Her other squishy mage arm is doing its best to try lifting him and supporting his back.] Have you eaten?

[fauxtetsu]

Trust me, he's precious.

[ As much of a bully he is to her, she's trying to help him. Like, giant sparkly "you tried" sticker. So he does lift up his back with a the strength he can can must ]

A little, you don't need to ask for that.

...Thank you.