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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 |
Thursday
...and now Dirk is here. He looks like this is hitting him very hard, and that's no surprise]
...come on, Dirk. Don't give up yet.
[It's a bit half-hearted because he fully understands how it feels to want to give up and just accept whatever comes, even if it's death, but he also feels he can't leave Dirk just sitting there with his face in his hands.
It also doesn't help that this is pretty much the first time Apollo talks to Dirk one-to-one, what's he supposed to say to Dirk...?]
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M'not. I'm fine.
[Clearly. This is a believable and valid statement.]
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[You're definitely not okay. That said, if Dirk wants to deny it who is Apollo to tell him to stop that? Maybe...]
If you insist on saying you're fine then say it louder. You won't convince not even yourself if you mumble it.
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Are you tryin' to get me to shout "I'm fine" like this is summer camp and I'll have camp spirit if I just chant it loud enough?
[I mean he's still depressed but now he's also like What.]
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[But Apollo does nod gravelly, lowering his voice]
It's something I have been doing since I was a kid. It has carried me through my whole life until now...especially when I needed to convince myself everything'd be fine. 'I'm Apollo Justice and I'm fine'...that was it.
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There's something cathartic in shouting it as loud as you can. It's like you can just focus only on that, let out some rage and leave behind some of the stress, if only for a moment. Maybe it won't work for other people, but...it's...it's still worth a try.
[He knows it did work for himself and for the person he considered his closest friend, so the track record isn't really that bad]
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Yet his voice stays quiet, low and tired in his throat.]
I can't. But thanks, for tryin'.
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Still, you should stand up. Sitting there isn't going to do you any favors. Better be prepared just in case something happens.
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[He does at least rise to his feet. Fiiiine if someone tries to kill him he'll prepare himself to fight them He Guesses.]
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["I wasn't even the one to do the interrogation, it was Mr. Wright!" But since he was the one to bring it up, Apollo now has that feat hanging from his neck. It could be worse]
I'm not the only one in this motel with unusual stuff in their lives!
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[JUST SAYING]
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...okay, it doesn't matter if it's absurd as long as it works -- and it worked! So no complaints from me there. All that's important is that justice is achieved.
[...nope, he couldn't resist:]
Alien juggalos...?
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[It's dumb, Apollo. It's really dumb]
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[He got stuck on that part. He gets it was through the use of juggalos and food show hosts, but...no, seriously, Betty Crocker?]
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Wow, that...that's bad...
['That's bad', Apollo says. He's having a very hard time handling this information at once. Give him a moment to stop being shocked]
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