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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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... How are you doing?
[ bad, obviously. ]
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Tempting as it is, I won't give in and die. So there's that.
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That would be a waste. And he'd be mad. I think.
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[It's a dark comment, weighted. But it isn't exactly a secret that for as protective and defensive of Dave as Dirk was, their relationship was clearly complicated.]
I made promises to him and Jake. Live as long as possible. So.
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[ that's how she tries to live, anyway ]
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[ she kind of doubts it but still figures she should offer. she heard... a little bit of their weird situation from Dave and thinks - maybe he had wanted to talk about it more. maybe Dirk wants to. Who knows. ]
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[No point dying. No point killing. It's over.]
What about you?
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[ Pretty preoccupied with thumbing over this apple in her lap, yep. ]
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I could... make the apple pie. I was learning how to, for him. Maybe he'd appreciate that you'd get to eat one.
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[He steels himself, then, and goes to take what he put out of the oven. It's just a crust but someone will probably want to eat it? Crusts are great. Then he regathers himself, and starts to make the apple pie from scratch. This time, he manages to do it okay, asking for the apples from Clem when appropriate, putting it in the oven without collapsing on the floor.
Nailed it!]
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[ Score 1 for Dirk. Clementine is content to just watch and keep him company. She doesn't appear to really be taking notes on how to cook it. Like that'll ever come in handy. Pff. ]
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[Since the pie is cooking, he starts cleaning up the kitchen. It's something to do.]
Dave said it meant they were a dead end. Somethin' about how the timelines wouldn't let that be the final iteration, so there had to be a version of us all somewhere that got it right.
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You know. [ when you lose track of people you kind of assume they're dead. ]
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At least there ain't much ambiguity about that here.