( 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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[abhoth]

[ Hajime is safe. For Now.

Percival is okay too! They do not burn his flesh off! Despite the look of the candlesticks, they do look tarnished with black soot — unlike the bowl which looks like it was just placed there. As he looks to the glass, he'll see an assortment of brilliant greens and browns — all in tendril shapes. Just like the statues, the figures that look biblical are in fact of a ... different look. More akin to Craftly, although even worse. Percival will feel a slight headache as he studies the glass painting.

Quer is able to feel that these statues are of pure marble with gold basing — the language carved into the foot of the statues are of another language, one that hurts her head if she tries to focus on them for too long. ]

[g101]

You think so?

[ hajime wanders between the two, disappearing into a pew. she's not super familiar with christianly practices, but she knows singing tends to happen in these seats. ]

This is weird, but I was thinking that maybe they're trying to make themselves like the things they worship?

[lohengrins]

[ that headache is nothing short of irritating. the soot is noted, and he pulls away.

naturally, he follows after hajime. this alleged...pew is mostly foreign to him -- like visiting another country. ]

Or maybe those creatures have simply decided to play pretend. Some bizarre way of bolstering their own egos.

[blacktailed]

They could have transformed him to make him like the things.

[what did you find in the pew, Hajime? Quer actually gets up and stands on the sitting part of the pew so she can look and not be blocked by Percival.]

[abhoth]

[ THEY find a book! It's charred surface was bound of leather, but if they huddle closely together there is definitely a readable language. ]

In the beginning, when It created the universe, the earth was formless and desolate. The raging ocean that covered everything was engulfed in total darkness, and the Unclean was moving over the water. In Its divinity across the expanse of the universe, there would be no other like it. Not like this realm. It is here that It allows the First Blessing inland. From the puddle, there was life, all by It's command. It was pleased. The land became more than soil, fulfilled with the prospect of life. It was harmonious.

[ Continue reading? ]

[g101]

Even if they're playing pretend, people can worship them. People believe in a lot of things, Perci. Gods and Demons and aliens, all really different but things people believe in. It's a lot of different ideas, which is really nice, I think.

[ the book is. hm. ]

Maybe Quer is onto something.

[ they'll keep reading! ]

[lohengrins]

These creatures are vile, Hajime. It states right here that they corrupted the world itself. There's nothing nice about that.

[ let's continue, please! ]

[blacktailed]

[knowledge is power! let's keep on.]

It also says they made life. Anyway, let's take this with us when we go - we deserve a trophy, huh?

[abhoth]

[ Away we go! ]

With the Higher One channeling his will and might to the heavens above, Yuggoth was founded, a holy city focused solely on the First Blessing. The First Blessing gifted food to the hungry, medicine to the sick, and hope to the pessimist. It was nothing short of a blessing thanks to the sacrifice of the first Higher One.

[ A few pages are burnt, but the third or fourth page reads: ]

And Maryanne said upon her followers: "It was the Unclean that flourished the world, devouring sin and impurities that fester among the living. With life comes sin, with death comes purity. The Unclean accepted mortal sin and with Its judgment, freed man. I speak Its words, I hear Its voice — trust in me, as I have devoted to Lake Crotin."

And thus, there was harmony once more.

[ There is not much left and Hajime can begin feel the back part of the book begin to crumble. ]

[g101]

Are you guys gonna argue? Because you're both right, you know!

[ the book crumbles.

hajime pouts. ]

...Do you think they've done this like they're doing with us before?

[ she's got an idea based off those passages, but she folds the remaining page - the first one - and holds it out to quer. she wanted a trophy, after all. ] And... Can we show that to everyone at the hotel?

[lohengrins]

Tch. You'd best hope there isn't any of that life here.

[ as percival's eyes trail across the Bible's weathered pages, his fingers begin to curl. ]

Blessing, huh? And how does any of this look like a blessing? Lies like these...are what they told my—

[ a pause. this isn't the time for backstory! ]

Yes. They should know about this as well.

[blacktailed]

[don't think this conversation is over, soldier...

but Quer will leave it for now, taking the page and tucking it safely into her robe for security. next to her is where everything important goes.]

Fine. They told us about the other buildings, figures we can show this off to them.

[now that they're done, she stretches her arms above her head, and walks back towards The Door.]

What's this door about, though? "Higher One"?

[g101]

Umm.

[ hajime's following along, her steps light but purposeful. she's very curious about this door. ]

The symbols are around it so it's probably something the preachers would go into...? Maybe.

[lohengrins]

I don't trust a room that supposedly belongs to "The Higher One".

[ he shifts so he's in front of the two. percival's hand is wound around the knob. ]

Stay behind me.

[ and so the door opens at last. tell us what we're in for. ]

1/2

[abhoth]

[ When Percival opens the door, he's killed immediately. ]

[abhoth]

[ Just kidding! He actually sees a room that's small but full of... odd flesh-colored pods.

Go forth? ]

[blacktailed]

[staying behind Percival, Quer tiptoes in. this room is....weird, to say the least.]

What are all these...

[she trusts none of them at all.]

Is something growing in here?

[in her questioning, her eyes are scanning around the room, trying to pick up details beyond the pods. any desks or weird altars to notice?]

[g101]

[ hajime listens for once, letting perci open the door. at least she's mostly agreeable?

humming lightly, she steps into the room. it's interesting - ominous, but she's still curious. ]

It's skin, isn't it?

[lohengrins]

[ warily, he steps in. percival looks back, yet again, to ensure that the other two are still behind him.

thanks to the jrpg fantasyland he hails from, it's not all too difficult for him to have some vague idea as to what the pods are. ]

I'd peg them as creatures of some kind. Hopefully dormant.

[ hopefully. ]

[abhoth]

[ Quer will be able to see that this was in fact an office of some kind. There's burnt curtains, broken wood planks exposing to the foundation below, half the wall leading out is boarded up by plywood. The desk at the center point is the most curious — it has small decorative figurines like the statues outdoor. A lavish scroll behind the desk reads a language other than their own, but it seems to be some verse.

You thought they were dormant? That's cute. Hajime's humming isn't the only thing. There's a faint buzzing — a low vibration from the flesh pods. Almost comedically on cue, a sudden stab of the flesh pods rips the casing apart, from the inside a bug around 2 and a half feet tall emerges. It's wings clinging to its body, form shakily crawling out. Followed by another and another.

Before the trio can react, there's a total of six crawling from the flesh pod Percival was standing in front of. There's a few flicks of their wings — testing their flight ability and mobility. The bulbous abdomen of the bugs communicate with a vibration that pierces against the group's eardrums and upon realizing they were not alone... all of the bugs take flight, a stinger ready and catching aflame with a sudden eruption. The fire is immediately sent towards Percival in a roaring gust. ]

[lohengrins]

[ what did he expect? this, to some extent. he doesn't yelp -- but he does flinch as he shields himself with his arms, the fire gnawing at his skin as he begins to bolt towards the desk. ]

Get out of here! Both of you!

[ fire. something he's all too accustomed too -- he's admittedly more used to it being his weapon as opposed to his enemy. when he's reached the desk, he proceeds to stand atop of it using the sheer strength of his legs. seared arms are bit of a liability, right now.

and with all his might, he viciously reaches for one of the bugs' wings -- tearing them off in some attempt to immobilize it.

does it work? who knows. but he'll be damned if he doesn't try. DPS, motherfuckers. ]

[blacktailed]

[ the shriek that comes from here when the fire erupts is probably expected. but where can they go, other than back towards the exit where there are still more bugs that wield fire? there's only back, but in panic, her leg accidentally hits one of the pods, which is probably going to release more angry bugs.

anything that gives off fire is something not to attack with beak - or teeth as this is, and she swipes in front of her with her sharpened nails, desperately trying to ward them away as she's moving in reverse, trying to get out, out, out.]

[g101]

[ it's utter chaos in literally seconds. it's kind of hilarious, in a backwards way. later, she'll probably laugh about the fact they just stumbled into this.

the problem is, hajime is the type of person who does things without thinking. her actions aren't always thought through, and she's a hypocrite for it, but ---]

Hey!

[ better quer and percival get out than all of them fall here. ]

Hey, hey! [ the buzz of bugs is terrifying in a way, but it's invigorating in another. flight or fight kicks in and hajime chooses flight while quer and percival engage in their own terrible personal battles. deeper into the room, clamoring up on top of a chair or desk, anything to be taller. ]

This way, I'm right here! Yoohoo! I'm all fleshy and good!

[ percival can yell about how they need to get out as much as he wants, but hajime's willing to be the distraction. ]

[abhoth]

[ One of the bugs go down, squealing at a high pitch. It's gone, leaving five more to contend with. The wall are set aflame once more, the wood that isn't burned to a crisp now beginning to spread across the opposite side of our main trio. Luckily for them, two of the bugs immediately try and exit the room and escape in a fluttering way. Three left who seem to frantically try and find a way out. They buzz around Perc, then around. He's scratched by a stinger once, leaving his back feeling hot — burning if he doesn't stop drop and roll.

Quer is unfortunate, disturbing the sleepy bugs. For the most part, she actually managed to step on two of them, squishing them against her foot like dropped Jello on the floor. The kerosene-like goo is good... so long as it doesn't catch flame. She however, awakens a fourth, one that immediately begins to flap it's wings and send embers of hot red flakes right onto Quer's chest and neck. The flakes embed against her skin, burning into her flesh like pellets. She better use those nails to claw them out.

And who can forget about the loudest? She gets a chair, one that is utterly shaky. Hajime can't react in time - not when one bug shoots an enflamed stinger towards her. It hits, directly impaling her right into the muscle of her bicep. The force sends her flying back, directly into the wall. A second stinger pins her other arm, crucifying her in a way that was only fitting for this sinful endeavor. Hajime feels heat burn through her muscles, but most importantly, as the final bug flutters close, it lands onto her forehead, it's abdomen ready to impale Hajime right between the eyes until — ]

[lohengrins]

[ it's wildfire across his back -- it bites into him, unrelenting and raw. it's a pain he's dealt upon others more than he's dealt with himself. is this what his enemies feel on a day to day basis?

he must have more power than he thought.

percival grits his teeth, leaps off the desk and cradles his own head as his back hits the floor. his back kneads against the floor, just enough to buffer the flames. hastily, he brings his legs up and rebounds back onto his feet with the aid of his flexibility. he fights the urge to scream as the skin on his freshly wounded back stretches out -- there are more important things to tend to.

it's a tough call; two people struggling, not enough time to defend both at once. he jerks the drawer out of the desk and hurls it at the bug currently assaulting quer. panic now racing through his veins, he darts towards hajime -- and then does he lunge towards the bug lingering near her forehead. fingers grasp at their wings, and he wastes no time yanking them out with his teeth bared. ]

Quer, take cover underneath the desk! Now!