( MINGLE - WEEK 2 )

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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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FRONT DESK

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[Come Sunday morning, anyone who happens to stop by the front desk will notice something on the bulletin board has... changed. And not for the better.

Jason Todd's 2x2 photo now depicts him with scratches and imprints wrapping around his neck, similar to those found on his corpse. Similarly, Hana Song's photo now depicts her as nearly unrecognizable, her skin boiled and covered in bubbling pus, with only a few tufts of hair and her clothing serving as identification.]

NIGHT TERRORS

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[ Promptly at 7AM on Monday morning, each resident will awaken as if their consciousness was not under their own control. No matter how well you slept or how snug you are in your bed, your eyes snap awake and your body feels full of energy. If you and your roommate glance to the front door of your room, you'll find a silver platter. Upon further inspection, there seems to be a folded envelope.

The contents read: ]

Dear residents,

Another week has started and with such, I regret to inform you that with it comes a new challenge. That word... ah, regret, yes. That sums this week up entirely. You'll find the whispers a bit too loud to ignore over the week. Do not attempt to sleep throughout the duration of this week, they do not like it when you ignore their existence.

Wash up. Breakfast will be served shortly.

[ And like clockwork, characters will begin to hear faint whispers throughout the week. These whispers are tailored to their regret and speak reminders of their shortcomings. Maybe they didn't save their loved one in time? Maybe they wish they went down a different path to improve their life? These regrets are whispered endlessly through the week. They can not escape it. These whispers begin tame and become more dire as time goes along, mocking the residents of Innsmouth Motel. They will only stop after someone has been murdered on Friday. ]

CRAFTLY

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[This week, Craftly can be found manning the Lobby's front desk.]

NEWSPAPER STAND

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[Though empty on the first week, residents will now find newspapers in the the vicinity of the front desk. These will list all missing and damaged items from the past week, allowing the remaining survivors to keep track of what may no longer be available.

For this week, the list reads:]

MISSING ITEMS:
- Items Retrieved from the Lost & Found Box: Watch, Dentures, Lighter, Business Card
- Motel: All cooking knives have been stolen.
- Hunting Lodge: Flintlock, First Aid Book, and Wildlife Book
- Clinic: Some scalpels, random medical supplies
- Gas Station: Someone is a fan of all the dancing lumberjacks.
- Grocery Store: Missing rotten fruit.

DAMAGED ITEMS:
- Hunting Lodge: One chair has been splintered.
- Spa: One steam machine taken apart.
- Clinic: Not "damaged", but now it is cleaned up. Thank you, mystery upstanding citizen!

LOUNGE

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[Anyone who enters the Lounge on Monday will be immediately hit by the stench of blood. Drips and drops of the stuff can be found scattered across the reflective surface of the tables and bars, smudged handprints making it seem like someone lazily dragged their hands across the tables overnight. On the bar's surface, scrawled in messy and deranged handwriting, a message has been written in blood:]

MOTHER TOLD ME SHE WAS THE SPY.
SHE HAD TO DIE.

[Below it, a symbol has similarly been drawn in blood.]

[crushcard]

[ He's just... going to grimace at Hana's photo.

LIKE HE DIDN'T KNOW HER THAT WELL BUT THANKS FOR REMINDING US WE CONDEMNED HER TO BEING BOILED ALIVE, WHY DON'T YOU. ]

[intolerable]

Dining Hall

[ Somewhere around brunch, Omega stands up from her seat and rings her fork against her glass of water… over and over again, to the point where it could call for everyone in the proximity. ]

I have an announcement! I had a talk with Craftly about the Ghost.

[ She clears her throat, to make sure everyone knows this is really important news. ]

I’ve been personally promised that for all further trials, the Ghost’s involvement will be made known to everyone if they do commit a murder. In Craftly’s words, there will be clarity if a role like the Ghost is used on the victims. And he also said that… it’d be easy to narrow it down from the pool of suspects.

Please, tell everyone who isn’t here. I know that was a source of anger for a lot of us, yours truly included. Now we know we’re not just sitting ducks anymore, and the Ghost knows we aren’t either.

Storage room

[ Of course she'd want to investigate the new room! But she seems disappointed it's only cleaning supplies and creepy mannequin torsos... unlike her fellow kleptomaniacs, she doesn't take anything just yet. After all, she can make her own damn bed and her bathroom so far is spotless. ]

Hmm... what a waste. I was hoping there'd be something cool in here!

Botanical Gardens

[ Though there wasn't much for her to see before, Omega is looking around for orange flowers. Every time she sees one, she snips it at the base and adds it to the bouquet she has in hand. Her face is pensive and nostalgic, like someone whose had their cellphone taken away and is sorely missing their best homie.

Which would be exactly the case here, as she digs around for some white flowers to stick on the bouquet, too. ]

wildcard

[ She'll be wandering around wherever on all sorts of days, just trying to check everything out, so feel free to stop her in the halls or in one of the buildings in the town! ]

[ninjay]

[ jay is standing next to the bar, copying down the message and redrawing the symbol in a notebook. ]

Cryptic.

[disinterested]

[Yo.]

Charming idea of home decor, isn't it?

[perceptions]

Ugh. Seriously?

[Mira just grimaces when she sees all the blood in the room. The message isn't any better - though the symbol is certainly interesting.]

Whoever the hell "mother" is, she better be cleaning up this damn mess.

[She can't drink in peace when this room looks like shit >:/]

[ninjay]

If they went for attention grabbing, they definitely succeeded.

[ jay pockets the notebook once he's done. ]

I wonder who "mother" is.

[crushcard]

[ is also standing next to the bar, may or may not be glancing over at Jay reproducing the symbol in his notebook. ]

Think this was left behind by the Ghost?

[nowyouseeit]

[JUST. DEADEYES THE BLOOD]

. . . at least the new decor goes with the theme they've got going on, here.

[disinterested]

Who knows? A hallucination of a deranged mind. One of the beings behind this entire setup. The writer's literal mother?

[He shrugs.]

[ninjay]

That's the implication, unless someone wants to be dramatic just for the sake of it.

[ which is rude? they already fucked up, let them live. ]

If it is the Ghost though, I wonder why they did this.

[ninjay]

I'm assuming the staff is going to clean it up eventually if none of us decide to.

[ hence, why he's copying it down so it's not LOST FOREVER TO WINDEX. ]

Do you think it's human blood?

[perceptions]

[Monday morning, Mira goes to the front desk to write down the names of the people on the bulletin board. When she finishes she turns to Craftly.]

Hey quick question - am I allowed to hang up something in the lobby with your permission? Like a sign?

[ninjay]

It's something we're going to have to figure out either way. Especially after the mess we made last weekend.

[crushcard]

[ apparently game mechanics (tm) dictate that no one's going to let them all live, rip. ]

Too much effort for something just to be dramatic.

[ A shrug, and he's frowning as he's deadeyeing the the message again. ]

Letting us know that there's some higher order playing with all of us? [ He wouldn't be surprised, at this rate. ] Your guess is as good as mine.

[nowyouseeit]

I wouldn't doubt it. Which leaves the question of "where did it come from?"

[folds his arms, gaze settling on the weird star symbol]

. . . "Mother". . . who d'you think that is?

[disinterested]

Think the Ghost will strike again?

[abhoth]

[ He looks up from his paperwork. What paperwork is here in Lovecraft time? A LOT, THAT'S WHAT. ]

Of course, so long as it is not obscene or lewd. This is a family-friendly establishment.

[perceptions]

When you say "obscene" you mean so long as it's not R-Rated, right? No nudity or cursing, that stuff?

storage room

[disinterested]

[Girge, on the other hand, is looking over the supplies and contemplating the merits of continued theft.]

Cleaning fanatics would surely be insulted by that.

[ninjay]

My best guess would be one of the other roles, but...

[ he shakes his head. ]

We can't just immediately assume that without any more context.