( 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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Laundry Room

[vitamin_a]

[Oh my god, what did you do. Apollo looks around with horrified expression. Well...at least he doesn't have to clean it up! After a moment of stunned pause he manages to blurt out:]

...yes, I noticed that...

[The more he looks, the worse this seems to be]

Who did this mess?!

[curedham]

I could not say. [l'arachel shut the fuck up] What a terrible inconvenience to those of us trying to get our affairs in order!

[she. sounds genuine about it, unfortunately.]

[vitamin_a]

[Apollo wishes he could watch for tics because he has the feeling there's something off here...but maybe it isn't any of his business. Still...]

I'm not going to ask what happened, but I'll ask you if you need help with that over there.

[Those clothes in the sink, he means]

[curedham]

[huffs!!!] It would be horrifically improper for you to deal with a lady's clothing. [as she says this, she lifts a dress from the sink and flicks it towards the ground, and now it's dripping yet even more soapy water on the floor. hmm. hmmmmmmmmmm]

But I must say, these sinks are such marvelous contraptions, if difficult to acquire a certain mastery of.

[oh my god it's not that hard she just can't figure out how to do her own damn laundry]

[vitamin_a]

[Okay, it was definitely you, you made this mess. Craftly should add a new talent to your profile, this is an outrageous mess]

There's no secret to knowing how to use a sink. What problem are you having with it?

[Okay, maybe she comes from a medieval world. That'd explain it]