( 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

[ungodly]

[ oh shit ]

Whoa— um, sorry. I had no idea it was such a.. tender situation. [ she knew the dave thing of course — but the rest. that's unfortunate. ] You never know. You could patch things up. Yuggoth works in mysterious ways, right?

[potentite]

Oh! Gosh, oh no, I mean, it was bad, yes but um I wasn't a very attentive boyfriend anyway and I'm not sure— [He didn't mean to make her feel bad and rambling like that probably won't help.] It's okay. We agreed we'd talk about everything when this is all over. I think we're okay for now it's just a bit, um, well, shitty that we're reconciling like this I guess.

[ungodly]

I get you. Like.. you wish it was more organic, instead of forced. But.. I hope you can patch things up while you still can. Sometimes opportunities slip right through your fingers, and you never get them again.

[ she looks very pensive at that. ]

You don't want to let that happen.

[potentite]

Yes. I don't... want to leave things how they were. [He clears his throat.] Sorry, it's a terrible habit of mine to become a complete blatherskite when it comes to my own problems.