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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!

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[At least the teeth are blatantly teeth and not, like... stuck inside any other foods...]

Jay says we all have our teeth. So we don't know why they're there.

[After another few strokes, she pauses and lifts up the notebook. There's two indiscriminate people in the center of the page; one, horrified and panicked but stuck by the wrapping tendrils coming from the second figure; two, someone partially like Crafty with tentacles for arms and feet, using a plier to remove the teeth of the first person.] The person who lost their teeth.

Well... I guess it's good that they aren't any of ours.

[ She looks over the drawing, apparently unperturbed by its content. Nothing wrong with drawing what's on your mind! ]

Nice. [ Complete sincerity. ] You think Craftly took them?

I don't know. [She's glad Clementine is okay with the drawing. It wasn't meant to be as disturbing as it seemed.] Maybe he didn't take them. Maybe he found them instead.