( 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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[ungodly]

ONE → POOL, TUESDAY

[ if you happen to come outside today, you'll see a cloud of smoke — this might alarm you, depending on who you are, and if you choose to follow the smoke trail you'll come to the dining area near the pool. heather's sitting at a table and drops a white stick, reaching her leg down to step on it a little. seconds later, she's pulling another out and grabbing a match from the table in front of her. in a single practice move, she strikes the match on the table then pulls it close to cup it to the stick in her mouth — a cigarette, clearly.

she blows out a circle and watches it dance in the twilit sky, expression steely and hard to read. she watches as the smoke becomes gauzy and diaphanous until it disappears — right in your face, actually. ]

Whoops. Excuse my smoker's etiquette.

TWO → KITCHEN, WEDNESDAY

[ this week sucked. just like the last week. paranoia was kind of her thing — she was practically raised on it. not only was there that protestant panic common of the east coast, but she had moved so much in her life that she had difficulty understanding other people. this was a flaw she was very conscious of. there's also the fact that she was being stalked for several months recently — it gave a girl anxiety.

she was trying her best to find outlets for this stress, though, so today she's cooking. hajime, quer, and percival were injured, and she almost felt like she should do what she could to allay that.

naturally, she's making soup. the smell of broccoli and cheddar permeates the air near the kitchen. want some soup? ]

THREE → WILDCARD

[ literally give me anything or hit me up at vanilladome! ]

Tuesday

[nowyouseeit]

[cough hack wheeze. gross. Kaito waves a hand in front of his face and attempts to brush some of the smoke away]

Tryin' to calm some nerves over there?

[ungodly]

You could say that.

[ anything to distract her. she wasn't thinking when she puffed on a cigarette. ]

I thought I shook these for good.

[nowyouseeit]

Shook what? The nerves, or the cigarettes?

[leans his hip against one of the tables and tilts his head, just watching her. he hates the smell of secondhand smoke, honestly, but. he'll keep his complaints to himself for now]

[ungodly]

Ha. Both. But mostly the cigarettes.

[ that was a foregone thing. she'd stopped smoking those a long time ago. for her dad. the nerves was more recent, but it looks like they relapsed even faster. when heather takes a drag now, she tries to blow it the opposite way of kaito. ]

My dad would be pissed at me if he knew I asked for a whole pack.

[nowyouseeit]

[pulls up a lopsided and sympathetic smile]

Well, s'not like he's here. [a small shrug] I can't really blame you for the nerves. This week seems worse than any of the others, y'know?

[that constant paranoia biting at their brains, whispering in their ears, causing them to doubt each other so readily. he's done his best to shove it down, to ignore it, but even he has found himself second guessing himself more often than not these past few days]

wednesday

[18x0]

[Of course Akane wants some soup. Soup has become like a symbol of this unbreakable bond they formed at their little pool party last Friday.

She approaches cautiously, both due to the paranoia and simply not wanting to spook Heather.]

That smells nice.

[ungodly]

You're not gonna climb in it, are you?

[ you know, like with the pool? it's a light jest, a way to make akane feel like she can approach heather. she doesn't mind — at this point she knew who to avoid and who not to. ]

Broccoli and cheddar this time. Guess I somehow became the soup lady. It's just easy to make.

[18x0]

It does look inviting, but I don't think I'd quite fit.

[How about that, she can do the jokes too!]

There's something comforting about soup, isn't there? Better than the food they serve us, I'd say.

[ungodly]

I totally get that feeling too, so let's not try it.

[ she's glad some people have a sense of humor here at least ]

I guess so. It's like.. I dunno, a very nostalgic food. Like, I think about being sick when I was a kid and throwing anything more solid up. Uh, probably not what you meant by 'comforting' though.

[18x0]

That kind of is what I meant, actually. Well, aside from the part about throwing up.

tuesday

[potentite]

[Although he coughs, he looks kind of amazed.] Huh! So that's what it smells like.

[ungodly]

Uh.. you don't know what a cigarette smells like?

[ that's pretty damn weird bro. ]

It's not really pleasant, but it's familiar.

[potentite]

[He shakes his head.] I've only seen them in movies. And one time I made the mistake of saying how cool it looked and Dirk gave me the history of smoking in movies and it was terrible.

[ungodly]

[ she takes a long drag. with intense fervor: ]

I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take me out and do whatever I wanted. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.

[ and another puff. ]

I hope he talked about that one at least.

wednesday.

[forlease]

[ Funnily enough, while Ryou could relate to being stalked - albeit his pursuers were far less menacing - he still had a habit of quietly slinking around. Blame it on his quiet, vanilla presence.

So, sorry, if it seems like he pops up out of nowhere, Heather. ]

That smells good. What are you making?

[ungodly]

Soup.

[ duh. what else would it be. ]

You can have some when I finish. Just.. figured no one would wanna eat stuff prepared by the workers.

[forlease]

Why? What's wrong with what they make?

[ungodly]

I just don't trust it. I haven't eaten anything I didn't make myself since we got here. Who knows what they put in that shit? It could be causing all this messed up mind melting we go through every week.

[ someone's clearly handling paranoia week well ]

wildcard wednesday.

[blacktailed]

[it's after she's cooked, later and when she's a while away, that Quer approaches her. she can walk around, she's not Hajime's level of injured, but she still treats herself with a little more care in her movements.]

Hey.

[Heather has herself a follower.]

Were you the one that made the food?

[ungodly]

Oh.. hey.

[ quer. right. she always feels like she needs to be a little more straight laced around her, as if she'll smack her into place if she offends her. ]

Yeah. If you're talking soup. That was me.

[blacktailed]

And it was you last time.

[when they had to retrieve Akane...]

I didn't thank you for it, this time or before. So, thank you, because it was delicious cooking.

[ungodly]

Me and Hajime. It was her idea.

[ gotta give credit where credit is due. ]

Oh— um.. you're welcome. It's not a big deal. We started making soup for ourselves but figured other people would like it since it was made by one of us.

TUESDAY

[crushcard]

[ Honestly, it's fine? He's not a smoker, feels positively sick from the stench of the smoke, but that's more from the memories associated with the smoke (Gozaburo used to smoke, heavy cigars that threatened to suffocate) rather than any distaste of the habit in general. Some people had their vices. Smoking, after all, was relatively harmless.

Still, he doesn't stop a frown from crossing his features even as he bats away the smoke. It's not uncomfortable, it's just annoying. ]

For a moment, I thought something had gone up in flames.

[ungodly]

Only my sanity.. for now.

[ a jest, but said quite deadpan. truthfully, she was slipping a little this week — it wasn't a good time for her, and that she relapsed and asked for cigarettes speaks volumes to that. despite kaiba's batting the smoke away, she doesn't put it out. she does blow it the other way, though. a small courtesy. ]