( 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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[perceptions]

[She huffs and does as she's told. Percival is lucky he's cute.]

It was difficult for her, but not me. She worked multiple jobs to keep us afloat, and I learned how to watch after myself. I liked having that freedom. [It let her explore and learn more about herself than she ever could if she had present authority hovering over her.] What about you? You strike me as a man who had to learn independence at a young age too.

[lohengrins]

That's better. [ a satisfied smirk. ]

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. You seem like the type who hates...restraint. Not having control.

[ a pause. ] My mother passed away when I was young. [ it's stated bluntly. ] My father was a busy man, so I suppose my brothers were my caretakers in a sense.

...They're good men. They both discovered their own paths, and I realized quickly that I could no longer be their burden to shoulder.

[ he says it with affection rather than resentment, however. ]

I apologize for boring you with the details of my personal life. Have you ever done a ballroom lift?

[perceptions]

Last person who tried ended up getting nails in his face because he didn't warn me about the lift coming. I was a rambunctious teenager. [She laughs a little, the memory being truly funny to her.] I wouldn't ask you if I thought it was boring. Guess we both understand what it means to fend for ourselves. Others may try to help, but you can only rely upon yourself at the end of the day.

[lohengrins]

Hm. It doesn't seem as though much has changed. [ he's teasing, but he probably shouldn't considering it's a little easier to kick his ass like this. ] Consider this a warning, then. First position and arms out if you value your life. [ sorry, mira! ]

[ his tone shifts, all of a sudden. ] There is some truth to that — but people are at their strongest when they fight as one. My mother taught me that once.

[perceptions]

Ah, but only if the whole group has that shared trust in one another. Without that, it doesn't matter how many there are. We all fail without it. [She says with a bit of coldness to her, though maybe that's just how she always sounds. In any case, she positions herself as he says.] Ready when you are.

[lohengrins]

[ he brings his hands around her waist, and up she goes — she's relatively light, fortunately, and he promptly sets her down. once he has, he pulls away and bows; might as well go for the whole routine, right? ]

Thank you for the dance.

[ percival then stands tall, a hand on his hip as his shoulders square again.]

Do you think the lot of us are destined to die, then?

[perceptions]

[She's laughing a little once she's put down, feeling a little elated about being picked up, and puts a hand on her waist.]

We're all destined to die. It's just a matter of when the time is up. I think Yuggoth is that place for us.

[lohengrins]

Hm. [ he ponders for a moment, his expression grave — his eyes are suddenly lit with that percival brand of determination. ]

They'll need a miracle to kill me. I decide my own fate — no elder god can change that.

[ and then a smirk. ]

I've taken enough of your time, but I didn't expect you to be an apt dance partner. If you've any time to spare, you know where to find me.

[ same old, same old. ]

I have a few tricks up my sleeve – if you're willing to see.

[perceptions]

I'm always up for a new experience. That's how we learn in life after all. [She smirks, as always, with mischief in her eyes.] Wish I could be as optimistic about my chances as you are with yours. It is what it is though.