( 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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[g101]

[ hajime hears percival but her body acts differently. that's kind of how it always is with her; in one ear, out the other. it takes a painful amount of exertion just to look up and her vision is blurring but she's sure she can hear that there's a fire coming for them. there's a lot of things happening at once and her body's getting hotter from the heat and pain but her vision's narrowing.

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. ]