( 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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[pinesfortruth]

[puts the book back on the table gently, cover down]

So how have you been.

[thawedheart]

[Yukina bites her lip to keep from saying I told you so, or anything close to it, and lays her hand over the book to cover it with her sleeve again.]

I've been... well. [She's still alive? That's a plus.] Trying to keep myself distracted, anyway... and you?

[pinesfortruth]

[a long beat before he shrugs]

Eeeeeeehhhhhh? [dave's dead, paranoia week is hell, they're still in a murder motel-- she's aware of all of that though, so.] We're alive. That's better than others can say?

[thawedheart]

[Eeeeeeehhhhhh indeed. Yukina nods, though her expression is a little sad as she looks down at the table.]

We have to keep... staying alive. That is... we're going to keep living.

[Well.

Some of them are, anyway.

Frankly, she's not looking forward to Friday.]

[pinesfortruth]

Well, yeah. Of course. We have to. [blinks] There's no way I'm going to go along with this place's idea of having "only 3 survivors".

[thawedheart]

"Only three survivors" is completely unacceptable.

[She doesn't care what the rules say. There is no way she's willing to play by the rules of a game that would leave so many dead.]

...I'm glad we think the same thing.

[pinesfortruth]

Well, yeah. 'Course I do. We just have to hope the people who think like us are the majority, not the minority.

[dipper stop being a debbie-downer]

[thawedheart]

[Any other week, Yukina would assure him that they probably are. If they were the minority, then there would be more dead bodies already.

But... this week, she can't be certain. This week, she can't help but wonder if even those who she's thought of as kind are simply biding their time until they think they can get away with it.]

...we'll know on Friday, I think. Depending on how that turns out... we will have a better idea of what we're dealing with.

[pinesfortruth]

[...probably more dead bodies, dipper thinks, because thanks, paranoia week]

I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

[thawedheart]

...I'm not either.

[She sighs heavily. This is the worst.] But, waiting is all we can do, at this point.