( 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

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[blacktailed]

It's a lot better than what they make.

[the faceless men. they try, but when you can understand taste, you get picky.]

Can I watch? The next time you try cooking.

[ungodly]

If you want. It's easy to make. You could make it if you knew how.

[ she crosses her arms. ]

Hey.. Why don't you know about, like, cooking and guns? I know everyone here is from all over the place, but you seem kinda.. old? Not, like, physically! Just.. old-fashioned.

[blacktailed]

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

[not when she has a heartbeat, when her temperature is warm, when she can feel pain like a human can. not when she's trapped in this form and can't show her feathers.

then again, someone else here does believe her. it all depends.]

[ungodly]

Try me. I'm open minded.

[ not by choice. she was forced to believe absurdity — or to accept it. in a way, given the life she had, believing in things wasn't a concept she related to. no, instead she took everything at face value. ]

[blacktailed]

I'm not human like you. This isn't my face.

[it was, but it wasn't. it's complicated, a demon's second skins, and she doesn't expect a human to accept it. so she boils it down to simple terms.]

[ungodly]

Okay.. is there more?

[ she figures there's more. if she's not human, then she's something. ]

[blacktailed]

The word used for my kind is "demon."

[watching her carefully, seeing if this is going to inspire something in her like it usually does in people.]