( 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

[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. ]