( 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

Comments

[blacktailed]

Your station?

[honestly, Quer could be mean and run with this, pointing out that nobility hardly seemed to make a difference in this place. but she's seen this one, heard her shrieking, and as she bends to pick the flowers, a small and mischievous smirk crosses her face. no, there's a better way to have fun with her.]

Forgive me for being so ignorant, my lady. I wasn't aware there was a noblewoman with us.

[rising with flowers in hand, she lowers her eyes in the ways she's seen human women do in the presence of those supposedly better ranked than them. this will be a long running game, but a good one if she can pull it off.]

[curedham]

[hook, line, and sinker tbh

for real though L'Arachel hasn't been given her ~proper respect~ since she got here so she is incredibly pleased by this, standing a little straighter and...going back to standing around posing. please. why is she like this.]

You are forgiven. I sympathize with the difficulty in keeping worlds upon worlds in order. You may lift your eyes.

[blacktailed]

You're kind.

[too easy. raising her eyes, she's smiling, seemingly genuine. this is going to last for as long as it keeps being funny to her, really.]

It really is a difficult situation, coming here and most of everything is unfamiliar along with all the rest like the rules and this "game". Confusing is the only way to describe it.