( 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

[curedham]

My, have you learned any manners at all! [HUFF HUFF HARRUMPH she isn't putting it down. she's putting it against the ground next to her while holding the goddamn barrel in her fist like someone vaguely reasonable might flourish a cane. She can't even stand around without making a display of it?!?!] I will not be spoken to so rudely! Mind your tone!

[curedham]

I see! [and she just...picks it back up, turns it over in her hands a few times as she tries to figure out where the trigger is, and where the metal must be living, but she is at least pointing the barrel at the floor as she does... this is not the utmost care] How strange! How would one manage such a feat?

[she doesn't know what gunpowder is either tbh]

[curedham]

Mind your language! [HUFF HUFF HARRUMPH!!!! she still doesn't know what gunpowder is but she's not about to ask this motherfucker] Hm. I suppose I will have to ask someone else. In the meantime, it suits my purposes just fine as is.

[and then she just kind of. takes it and holds the middle of it like she might hold her healing staff. fuck's sake]

How fares your wound? [not that she can do anything about it without her staff except point at it and be like "mmm, looks bad" but like hell if she isn't gonna pretend otherwise]