( 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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wednesday.

[forlease]

[ Funnily enough, while Ryou could relate to being stalked - albeit his pursuers were far less menacing - he still had a habit of quietly slinking around. Blame it on his quiet, vanilla presence.

So, sorry, if it seems like he pops up out of nowhere, Heather. ]

That smells good. What are you making?

[ungodly]

Soup.

[ duh. what else would it be. ]

You can have some when I finish. Just.. figured no one would wanna eat stuff prepared by the workers.

[forlease]

Why? What's wrong with what they make?

[ungodly]

I just don't trust it. I haven't eaten anything I didn't make myself since we got here. Who knows what they put in that shit? It could be causing all this messed up mind melting we go through every week.

[ someone's clearly handling paranoia week well ]

[forlease]

[ I'm sorry Heather. ]

Oh... that's a good point. [ This has literally never crossed his mind. ] But even if you make it yourself, what if the ingredients are bad?

I- I'm not saying your cooking isn't good! Just! If it's tainted when they serve it to us...