( 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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[lohengrins]

[ percival listens intently, wordlessly meeting knoll's gaze as he speaks. his expression is level — but once knoll has finished, his lips quirk into a smirk.

a laugh escapes his lips. ]

I'm grateful that you've told me this much, at least. I intend on knowing everything about my vassal.

[ he's being serious. i'm sorry. fingers comb through percival's hair, and they then trail towards knoll's. his fingers enwrap his palm in a firm grip. ]

There's something you haven't understood yet. You are my vassal — and you were another's as well. But you are first and foremost your own person. You must learn to entrust yourself with the same faith you've placed in me.

[ he shakes his head, still smiling. ]

I don't know what you did, but I will in due time. Regardless: you're a good man. I'm certain of that. Squeamish, timorous, passive...but good. I suppose I can understand these feelings — my former commander was my drive before I came to discover one from within myself.

But the past is the past, and for the meanwhile...

[ he laughs underneath his breath. ]

Hmph. I enjoy your company as well.

GOOD

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll feels himself relieved with that laugh, and he's listening intently, his own fingers coming to gently close around the hand that grips his own. His voice is quiet, almost a mutter-- ]

Should you have questions, there are some things that I would not mind answering.

...I just do not know if I will ever hold such high faith in myself as I do in you.

[ There were so many things he wished to say, and for the first time in a while, he feels as if he may forget where he might be. For just a moment.

He's too rooted in reality to do so, but still. ]

But hearing such things from you is an honor--and a bit of a relief. It really has been awhile since I have been called a "good man".