( 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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[willremember]

Monday; Diner

[ Although Clementine can usually be found - fucking everywhere, girl sure does love making rounds - almost all of Monday afternoon through evening she can be found in the diner. Just... Sitting on the counter near the jukebox.

It's mostly on random, but every now and then she gets up to flick through options. But when given the choice, for some reason she keeps settling on nursery rhymes. Itsy bitsy spider and things like that.

She seems more fidgety than usual, and keeps bouncing her leg anxiously and rubbing at her arms. ]

It was a date, huh.

Tueday; generic wildcard option

[ Again: Clementine sure does love making rounds. She can be caught making a big loop through town - one that anyone paying attention will notice she usually makes a couple times a day, but this time seems to have been making nonstop.

She looks. Tired. And hungry, which is weird because she's been pretty on top of eating regularly since they arrived. ]

Thursday; Lounge

[ Clementine is not good at making card houses. And yet she keeps trying. She doesn't appear frustrated by their constant collapse, but after the dozenth time she fails to get past one little tower, she groans. ]

How is this fun? How do people like this?

monday

[ungodly]

[ heather came here often. she liked using the jukebox — it was the closest thing that offered a sense of normalcy, and she liked to listen to songs she and her dad used to listen to. there were many long car rides considering how often they moved around, so there were several songs that reminded her of those times.

today, though, someone else is here — someone who had seen her listening to music a couple weeks ago. ]

Uh, vaguely ominous in here with the musical choices.

[willremember]

[ Clementine glances up, and sounds like she genuinely hadn't considered how weird this looks. ]

Oh... I was just. [ trying to learn new nursery rhymes just in case? that seems way too optimistic about - a lot of things. ] Feeling nostalgic.

[ungodly]

Right. I do that here, too.

[ well, whatever, she could relate to that. ]

Do you ever.. feel nostalgic for things that never happened?

[willremember]

No, not really. That's just daydreaming, isn't it?

[ungodly]

Not really what I meant. Like.. things that happened, but maybe not to you. Or stuff you remember that you forgot happened.

[ a frown. ]

Sorry, I'm sounding like the crazy one now.

[willremember]

You do.

[ Clementine doesn't sound bothered by it, even if she won't deny it. She does look a bit downcast at not being able to relate. Usually she doesn't care about how little she's related to people here, but she is sensitive today. ]

But - sorry. That I don't get it.

tuesday;

[rextenebrae]

[ She's certainly hard to miss around town--Knoll will halt in his walk for a bit when he notices how she looks. He's not good with children, honestly, but still... ]

...Excuse me.

[willremember]

[ she stops. if this were her first round she might be annoyed but seeing as how it's her billionth, she doesn't mind the interruption at all. ]

Yeah - what's up?

[rextenebrae]

I cannot help but ask... if perhaps there is something that is ailing you?

[willremember]

[ gestures to the everything. but then realizes that's pretty rude to someone who's trying to check in on her. ]

I'm just... Exhausted by all this. I didn't know the people who had died very well until... A recent one. [ sounds callous, but it's true. ]

[rextenebrae]

[ It's alright--he's dealt with much more rudeness... ]

...There have been a few recent deaths--but, I assume you mean Dave? Were you two...friends?

[willremember]

I think so. [ a weirdly noncommittal answer but she's not used to this ] We had plans to hang out.

thursday

[18x0]

[Akane slides in to sit at the same table, smiling sympathetically.]

It's the challenge, and the focus it requires. It only really gets fun once you're very good at it.

[willremember]

Then how does anyone keep doing it long enough to get good?

[18x0]

A lot of patience. All the failure is worth the success you know you'll eventually get.

[willremember]

I don't think a card castle is going to be worth it.

[18x0]

Maybe not. But it can be good practice for other things that require a lot of patience.

[willremember]

I know better than to waste my time with boys, so it's not like that. [ Clementine truly believes that she's just going to be alone forever so no worries there. ] It was... It was just - a friend date.

With Dave.

[willremember]

[ Clementine doesn't follow at first, because she'd put the music on with a totally different thought in mind. So after a moment: ]

I don't think so. I was just feeling nostalgic, I guess.

thursday

[bownthisway]

[Well, if Clem wanted answers about why modern people do the things that they do, Aloy...is not the person to ask, alas. She picks up one of the cards and flips it back and forth, frowning.]

Is that what these pieces of paper are meant to be for? Building little towers?

[willremember]

[ Clementine actually laughs a bit at that. ] No, not really. They're for playing games with.

But you can also use them like this.