( 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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[thawedheart]

You're welcome.

[She caps the marker once she's finished, then sits back to examine her handiwork.

It's not the most detailed, accurate drawing, but... she's happy with it, she supposes. And it's giving Heather something to think about that isn't how unsettled she feels, so that's a plus.]

Oh? Um... because I like birds, I guess. [She smiles.] A long time ago, when I was at my most lonely... they kept me company. It's a shame we haven't seen any here.

[ungodly]

Oh. Hm.. [ a sound of bemusement. that's kind of tragic, but nice at the same time. she could relate to it — it reminded her of time with her dad. ephemeral and taken for granted. ] Who knows? Maybe they'll come save you again.

Well, at least they don't wake us up in the morning. Not that there is a morning, really..

[thawedheart]

...that would be nice.

[Or horrible, because who knows what would happen to birds in a place like this? They'd probably get accosted by horrorterrors.

...but it's a nice though, and she smiles a little as she imagines it.]

It's a little weird, don't you think? This... perpetual twilight. I've never seen anything like it before.