( MINGLE - WEEK 3 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 36 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 doesn't seem like there's anything out of the ordinary on this lovely Monday morning. How quaint. As a reminder, we are now accepting murder proposals for Week 3! If you're interested in having your character commit a murder this week, be sure to send in your proposal before Tuesday, 9:00 PM EST. Without any murders we can't have a murdergame, so go forth and let the bodies hit the floor! 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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[disinterested]

MONDAY - hunting lodge

[Looks like Girge's begun dismantling one of the unloaded firearms—primarily to examine it. Seated in the grand room, he looks over the gun with the caution of someone not entirely used to one quite like this, as he mutters:]

"Magic" really doesn't seem to exist here, huh...?

TUESDAY - botanical garden

[Somewhere amidst the (non-poisonous) plants, away from any discernible paths, the fountain, or landmarks, one can find Girge lying on the ground, eyes closed. Maybe he's dead???? Or maybe he's sleeping. (Or maybe neither.)

Also, try not to trip over him.]

WEDNESDAY - grocery store

[If you're walking around here, minding your own business—well, you might regret that decision, as from a distance behind you comes a voice:]

Catch.

[... is the only warning before Girge promptly throws a (rotten) fruit in your direction. You probably don't want to actually catch it??]

WILDCARD:

[If there's anything else you want to do, hit me up at snowesque/pm me/etc.!]

Hunting Lodge

[vitamin_a]

I don't know, there are a few things like the teletransportation and other stuff that seems magic to me.

[But that's because he knows nothing of magic]

Did you use to have magic powers?

[disinterested]

[Girge lets out an amused sound.]

"Magic powers" makes it sound more interesting than it is.

[vitamin_a]

It's always interesting when there's nothing like that in my world. [Apollo shrugs. It's actually kinda interesting to hear about -- especially because the only magic he knows is Trucy's magic tricks]

The closest I have seen is channeling spirits, and that's not the same thing at all.

[disinterested]

Hmm? Channelling spirits sounds a lot like "real" magic to me.

monday

[ninjay]

Oh, I wouldn't say that. It could very well exist in some form, just not in a way the rest of us are used to.

[ he's... very curious as to what the heck girge is doing with that gun. ]

[disinterested]

[Honestly, just trying to get a sense of how it works??]

I believe you and I mean different things by "magic".

[ninjay]

Maybe. It probably works differently in different places.

[ he points at the gun. ]

What are you doing?

tuesday

[thawedheart]

[i was trying to think of something clever to say here, but]

—aah?!

[yeah she's tripping over him. have fun, girge.]

[disinterested]

[Be glad that Girge sees you as relatively harmless, Yukina, or he probably would've stabbed you for that on reflex..........

Instead, he just opens his eyes, looking rather unimpressed. Also, get off of him. :/]

You're rather clumsy, aren't you?

[thawedheart]

[She can't really get angry at him. She's the one who tripped, but something about the way he asks that rubs her the wrong way, and she frowns faintly as she gets off.]

I didn't do it on purpose.

[...]

...sorry.

wednesday;

[rextenebrae]

[ What the hell is that -- oh. He doesn't really catch it but now he has to clean his cloak because it landed against it. Somehow.

His luck stat was still terrible. ]

What was that for...?

[disinterested]

[Poor Knoll.]

To see if you'd catch it, of course.

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll sighs to himself... ]

...Do you do this sort of thing often?

[ He thought it had been something worse. ]

monday

[bownthisway]

[She's giving the gun a curious look as well - they're not exactly a common item where she's from either.]

I dunno, things like being suddenly transported to a lake sounds close enough to magic to me. [Though she's still pretty convinced that there has to be some sort of rational explanation for everything.] Did it exist where you came from?

[disinterested]

[He glances up from the gun, before returning his attention to it.]

Well, not the kind you're thinking of, most likely.

[bownthisway]

[dryly] And exactly what kind do you think I'm thinking of? Obviously it can't be mind-reading.

tuesday

[forlease]

[ So. Ryou trips over Girge. Although he quickly whips around with a bow-- ]

I'm sorry, I didn't see you!

[disinterested]

[Girge simply blinks, apparently unperturbed.]

Well, it wouldn't speak very well to your character if you had.

[forlease]

I'd never do something like that on purpose, honest. [ He can't tell if Girge is teasing or being genuine or ]

Um, are you okay?

tuesday

[pinesfortruth]

[dipper, magically, does not trip over girge. That's because he actually sees him lying there from a few feet away! Then he squints and tilts his head, because he can't... tell... if the guy's dead...

but he doesn't want to touch a dead body to verify? What do.

In the end, Dipper rips up a piece of paper, crumbles it in a ball and throws it towards Girge's head.]

[disinterested]

[Well then.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who you ask), the paper ball doesn't make it to Girge's head. Instead, he catches mid-air, before opening his eyes.]

Really?

[pinesfortruth]

[unfortunately.]

Oh. You're alive. [his face says he's not sure how to feel about that] Sorry. Just checking.

[his tone of voice says he is absolutely not sorry]

Tuesday

[putrefied]

[Okay. But what if Saya just

gently

nudges him with her foot like he's Vincent's corpse all over again.]

Did you die, too?

[disinterested]

[wow??

He opens his eyes at that, at least.]

Yes, that's exactly what happened.