( 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

Comments

[lohengrins]

❥ wednesday; first or second floor

[ percival has continued his tradition of establishing memorials for the victims. he can be found in front of rooms 104, 112 (embellishing and contributing a few more flowers in honor of their most recent death), 114 but not 107 because that guy had it coming.

speak to him, if you will. ]

❥ thursday; lounge

[ percival appears to be entrenched in his own thoughts. his pen marches across the page of his journal -- his movements are unwavering. suddenly he sighs, the book now shutting.

a piece of paper falls out. ]

Dear Captain,

I can only hope that you've been faring well. I've been told that time has yet to pass back home, but you make it difficult not to worry.

You [ ... (it's scribbled out ] If you were here, you'd be giving me one of those pep talks of yours, wouldn't you? I can hear your voice. Even in these circumstances, you manage to make me smile. I've forgotten what it's like to not be at your side.

[ ... ] Perhaps this all would be well and solved if you were here, but I can't help but be grateful that you aren't. Still, you have the ability to bring people together regardless of the challenge at hand. I've always admired that about you.

I [...]

Yours,

[ ... ]

[ oh no. someone actually saw that. his cheeks have begun to redden, and he yanks the paper out of the poor spectator's hands. ]

Oi! That's not yours!

❥ wildcard

He can be found anywhere after Monday, still evidently injured. Feel free to contact me diakurosawa for anything!

wednesday

[willremember]

[ Clementine approaches him when he's at room 112 with a small patch of flowers she must have picked during her rounds in hand. They are not good flowers, but she did her best. ]

Thanks. [ For making the memorials. She wouldn't have thought to on her own, and only went out to get flowers because she'd seen what he made. She sort of. Lifts the flowers she brought. ] Do you mind if I...?

[lohengrins]

I don't. [ his eyes rove over the flowers. she tried, and that's good enough. ] It was created with the expectation that other people would contribute.

[ percival motions one of the glass bottles her way for convenience. ]

You two were friends, I take it.

[willremember]

I forget about this sort of thing. We don't get much time to mourn, back home. Just have to leave bodies where they fall and keep going.

[ Clementine gives him a small smile and sets her flowers in the bottle. ]

-Yeah. We were friends. I think.

[lohengrins]

I can understand that. The battlefield wasn't much different, but...

[ he sighs. ]

It's nice to be remembered, and harder to forget.

[ her smile is infectious however, and a small, subtle one inches across his own lips. ]

He was rather reserved, so that means he must have seen something good in you.

[willremember]

[ She nods to that first part. A battlefield is pretty much what she's used to. Kind of nice to talk to someone else who is, too. ]

I don't know why. [ She knows she's mean and kind of figures everyone here hates her, oops. ]

[lohengrins]

[ a TRUE gay ally. he hesitates, not sure what to say -- suddenly, his expression softens with a bit of sorrow. ]

We aren't. It's important to remember what you're fighting for at a time like this is all.

[lohengrins]

[ for once, percival's expression seems to be one of slight confusion. ]

Admittedly, I wasn't expecting you to understand...something like this. There's more humanity to you than I thought, huh.

[ no offense! andersen here just reminds him of a primal beast is all. ]

Is there someone you endeavor to return to?

thursday

[putrefied]

[LOOK.... LISTEN.... She was going to hand it back, but now she's raising an eyebrow at him — obviously curious.]

Ah... [...] Were you writing a letter for someone you love?

[tell her about the feeheeheelings, percival.]

[lohengrins]

[ just tell saya from saya no uta all about your feelings. ]

Grateful to see that you know how to read, at the very least.

[ there's no need to be rude, except there totally is. he rests his chin on his hand, looking distant. ]

It's a letter for one of my vassals. In a situation like this, it's for the best that you have inspiration to keep moving forward.

[ that's not an answer, but anyways. ]

[ungodly]

[ heather is a natural snoop. mostly because half the places she ends up have been completely abandoned — she didn't have to care about people's privacy. this, though.. this was pretty 'private'.

the corners of her lips curve into a little shit-eating grin. ]

Ohhh. Wow. I wouldn't guess you were the sappy type. This is like, out of a Danielle Steele novel.

[lohengrins]

[ you come into my house and do this! he doesn't even know who that is! ]

It's not— You're just— Ugh!

[ he clutches the paper, shoving it into his pocket. ]

I could have very well been writing a novel for all you know. Even then...there's nothing shameful about remembering what you care for in a time of need. Humph.