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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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[ a frown. ]
Sorry, I'm sounding like the crazy one now.
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[ 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.
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[ bear with her here, clem. she's still putting the pieces together too. ]
So. Any particular memories you're hearkening with this lovely tunage?
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... I miss my little goofball. That's all.
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[ she's assuming a pet here because clem is way too young to be a mom.. ]
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His name is AJ.
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[ she briefly wondered how douglas was doing. she hoped he was okay. ]
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[ Clementine why you gotta ruin every nice thought ]
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[ this is heather's weird, awkward attempt at optimism. ]
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[ 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.
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