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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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[DOES IT, DIPPER. DOES IT???
anyway dipper is Glad he doesn't have to see a girl naked (screams) and also that yukina isn't dying or anything. he is genuinely relieved. he is definitely hiding his face in his hands just in case.]
Okay! Great. Just put some salve on it and take some painkillers and you'll be good to go. It'll be almost like I never shot you. Why would I say that.
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[yikes
But Yukina nods, and reaches for a bottle of painkillers (wincing as she does, and hoping he won't see) before screwing the top off and shaking a pill into her hand.]
Thank you for the advice. [She smiles.] ...I'd like to pretend you didn't shoot me. That is, I don't want you to feel guilty about it. I'll recover, so when the bruise goes away... we can both just forget about it, all right?
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[he'd. also like to pretend he didn't shoot her, he's just a worrywart]
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[While they're sorting that out, she's just going to make sure her clothes are back on and her sash is tied. This is fine.]
Don't worry. It's okay.