( 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]

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.

[ungodly]

I'll try to think of a good way to explain it. That might take a while.

[ bear with her here, clem. she's still putting the pieces together too. ]

So. Any particular memories you're hearkening with this lovely tunage?

[willremember]

[ Clementine hesitates a moment, because she really has only mentioned AJ a couple of times, here, but... ]

... I miss my little goofball. That's all.

[ungodly]

Come again? Your what now?

[ she's assuming a pet here because clem is way too young to be a mom.. ]

[willremember]

[ she's in the habit of leaving that ambiguous. ]

His name is AJ.

[ungodly]

Oh, okay. Well.. I'm sure AJ's happier than we are right now. Least there's that to think about.

[ she briefly wondered how douglas was doing. she hoped he was okay. ]

[willremember]

He might be dead.

[ Clementine why you gotta ruin every nice thought ]

[ungodly]

Well.. anyone could be dead. Is it likely he is?

[ this is heather's weird, awkward attempt at optimism. ]

[willremember]

It's hard to say. They said the medicine probably wouldn't work, and then they took him from me.

[ungodly]

Dude.. I'm sorry.

[ she's still confused as to the nature of their relationship — and now what exactly was wrong with AJ, but she could still sympathize. ]

I know how it is. To lose someone you really care about. I think it's the hardest thing in the world.

[willremember]

I should be used to it. But I didn't think I'd lose him.