( MINGLE - WEEK 3 )

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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

[pinesfortruth]

[oh my god]

Can't we just tell people normally.

[lohengrins]

Not everyone is going to listen...but they will see. I suppose.

Just...lead the way, Mabel.

[pinesforyou]

It's better this way!

[TO THE ARTS AND CRAFTS STATION..... Mabel unfurls some paper and hands them both crayons and coloured pencils]

Alright, people! Let's make the best poster known to squid...man!

[pinesfortruth]

[dipper RELUCTANTLY sits down and grabs a crayon, but he is sulking THE ENTIRE TIME]

If you're trying to make Craftly appreciate this poster, I'm out.

[lohengrins]

Hmmm...mnnnn...

[ colored pencils are not suited for the art of calligraphy, but percival tries nonetheless.

that was probably a bad color to use, in retrospect. ]

There. Are we done now?

[pinesforyou]

[she adds "IF YOU NEED HELP" above it and "PS: DON'T GET HURT, EVERYONE!!! LOVE, MABEL ♥"

and starts doodling rainbows and stares and bandaids with happy faces..... y'all are free to slap on some googly eyes, too]

Not quite.

[pinesfortruth]

Percival. Dude.

[dipper just... adds glitter to the writing]

There, that makes it look a little less like we wrote it using our own blood.

[lohengrins]

What?

[ oh fuck. he's just going to gracefully etch "COLORED PENCIL, NOT BLOOD" into the corner as a footnote. ]

One of you can hang this up. Preferably Mabel since she attracts more attention.

[pinesforyou]

[traces the red writing in blue so it looks... less... what Dipper said]

Perfect! Now who's taking the kit for the first night?

[pinesfortruth]

That's... slightly less horrifying.

[slightly. in a show of niceness from paranoid!dipper, he offers:]

Percival can have it for now. [a beat] Because he probably needs it. [ruined it.]

[lohengrins]

Understood. [ no offense taken, little dude. ]

Knock on my door if you need anything. Be careful -- both of you.

[ with the box now in his grasp, percival takes his leave. ]

[pinesforyou]

You too!

[and remember.... they're watching you.]

We'll hang this up, and see you tomorrow!