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( MINGLE - WEEK 3 )
 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! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |
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being burned alive, from the inside out, is not new to her; it'd happened back in tachikawa when joe set her on fire multiple times until her skin felt like crispy pork. this is different, kept to one place -- two places, as the second embeds in her bicep. it isn't that this isn't painful, it's that she thinks, "oh, this is nostalgic," and barely has time to react to the third going for her forehead.
welp.
hopefully percival and quer are smarter enough to use this as a means to get out, she thinks.
but hajime's not really a quitter and she's been cut in half, lost an arm, and knows what being on the brink of death is like. fight or flight kicks in and she spreads her wings. hajime's biceps are pinned but it's-- ]
That's... all you got?
[ kind of a problem, yeah. she's overcome it though. ]
Come on, you look so scary but... You could do more--
[ her hand struggles and it hurts like hell but her fingers grip the stinger with enough strength and she finds it in her to scream, and pull. ]
You can do better than that!
[ the stinger comes undone and she dangles, pinned by one stinger.
there's no blood but holy shit does being jerked like that not feel good - hajime shrieks again, but it's a howl of pain this time. ]
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She won't need to for long — the back wall begins to crumble, showing the obvious exit for this trio. Some of the pods hatch more bugs that fly outwards after a minute or so, out into the unknown of Yuggoth.
Percival is successful in stopping the bug that threatens Hajime's life, leaving it as a poor smushed bug in his burly grasp. The wings become limp in his hands and the body falls at Hajime's dangling feet. Hajime's successful in ripping out one of the stingers — muscle damage for the next few weeks will affect her grasp and mobility, but she's living. The heat from her wound will subside in 3-5 days but if left untreated, her wounds can become infected. For now, there's no blood — not yet. If she applies more pressure getting the other stinger out, she will definitely fever up a wound that will risk blood loss. It's too deeply rooted into her flesh.
But, a solid three bugs remain in the flesh pod room and their exit is secured. Our trio can choose their own adventure for now.
After it's all said and done, the church will be burnt to the ground, leaving only bits of glass, wood, and half-revealed marble statues available after Tuesday when the fire goes out. ]
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that is, until another bug draws nears him. ]
Shit -- stay under the desk!
[ he can hear his own heartbeat -- he breathes, dragging hajime and himself forwards. the sharpened edge of the file ferociously slashes through one of the remaining bugs, and he ducks with hajime still in his grip so that sizzling blood of theirs doesn't spray against the two of them. ]
Not a bad [ he pants. ] weapon. [ and yet he smirks nonetheless. ]
We're leaving, now.
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Clinic. It's this way!
[it's like she can't hear anything save the fire and the words of the other two, her mind tuning out anything that can't help her keep going even though her body wants to curl up and hide. she'll lead the way she remembers, trusting that the other two won't fall behind.]
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they say it goes cold before you die, so she supposes it's not death knocking on her door, at least.
hajime falls and she feels something, someone, scooping her up. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts but she hears buzzing somewhere around her so she raises an arm and slashes down, over percival's shoulder; she's not in her robotic suit, but she's still an old hand with a pair of small, sharp things. she can shank if it's necessary. there's blood from the creature, but she just hisses. moving is like her entire body set aflame and every muscle in her arm is burning. it's almost impossible but the adrenaline is good. ]
You should have gone.
[ as they leave the room behind, (she hears quer's footsteps but the pain is so, so, so much, percival is strong but she can feel a kind of numbness settling into her body) the receding image is too much for her stomach: nausea settles in. hajime vomits, and then
everything goes black. ]