( 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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[splinten]

Sorry, dude. I can't promise that you will not think your way into an unmitigated disaster entirely of your own making. [Because Dirk sure did!]

Where does the arm attach? [The important question.]

[pinesfortruth]

[he just makes a despair horizon(tm) face at that because. why. he knew he would but Why.]

The top. Wait, lemme just-- [at that, dipper takes out his notepad and quickly draws, his tongue poking out in concentration. he then shows it to dirk and it is. something. ... at least it's pretty well drawn?] He kept asking me to get in his mouth, but I don't even know... where his mouth leads.

[splinten]

...That's disturbing on every possible level. [It asking Dipper to get into his mouth is even more disturbing??? why]

[pinesfortruth]

[staring completely straight faced]

Yes. Yes it was. [but then he shrugs] But my personal trauma aside, that was just the tip of the iceberg of weirdness. We're in an event called Weirdmageddon-- reality basically unraveled because of a rift between dimensions.

[splinten]

How weird does it get? [He likes weird. Weird is interesting. As long as weird is not juggalos.]

[pinesfortruth]

Pretty weird? The water tower came alive and had teeth. Time stopped. There were weirdness bubbles everywhere, and those were... messed up. I think I was a bird in one of them? I coughed up feathers.

Nothing was weirder than this one guy kind of pathetic reporter guy who gave himself a makeover and asked us to call him Bodacious T from now on. Like... no. Just... no.

[splinten]

[...Huh.]

Were there any clowns?

[pinesfortruth]

No? Why would there be clowns?

[the one way gravity falls isn't homestuck]

[splinten]

Sometimes there are clowns.

[pinesfortruth]

I guess? I think clowns're probably too normal for Bill.

[splinten]

No.

[This is a very firm statement. He doesn't know who Bill is. He doesn't know much. But he does know one thing.]

Clowns are never fuckin' normal.

[That said:]

Did Bill break reality?

[pinesfortruth]

Noted?

[that was. strong clown feelings.]

Yeah. He's a triangle demon from the nightmare realm? The rift basically let him escape his own dimension into ours and now he has infinite power. It's not great.

[splinten]

And here I was about to mistake it for great.

[That explains triangle demons??]

And the triangle demon is behind the Weirdpocalypse.

[pinesfortruth]

[listen? listen?? it isn't great????]

Yep. I don't know what he's planning to do with it except the end of the world? When I last saw him he said he was going to party.

[splinten]

There's a weird overlap between people who want to party and people who aim to end the world.

[fucking clowns]

[pinesfortruth]

Trashing somebody else's house is sort of like trashing the world, I guess. Bill's just insane, though.

[splinten]

People who want to end the world aren't typically very sane.

[pinesfortruth]

I wouldn't call him a people. But, alright, yeah, that's true. I'm guessing your apocalypse involved clowns?

[splinten]

And Betty Crocker. It's pretty absurd, for the greatest series of atrocities known to human kind and the cause of our extinction as a species.

[pinesfortruth]

Betty Crocker... you mean the corporation?

[let's pretend graivty falls doesnt probably have a funny parody name for betty crocker for the sake of this thread]

[splinten]

Yes. Except Betty Crocker of Crocker Corp, also known as the Baroness, is an evil intergalactic alien tyrant who fled a dying universe to conquer our planet and remake it in her people's image. She failed, but destruction of civilization and ensuing genetic manipulation didn't do humanity's life expectancy any favours.

[pinesfortruth]

... Yikes, dude. [just. yikes.]

[splinten]

Yeah. My Bro, the Dave in my universe, fought in the doomed rebellion against her. He died, as he knew he would, but he brought to justice the twin juggalo presidents that had inflicted so much misery on the world.

[pinesfortruth]

[...dipper has a lot of questions, but mostly:]

What's a juggalo?

[he's 12 and from california and i refuse to believe he knows what a juggalo is]

[splinten]

It's a really stupid kind of clown that's into rap and drinking Faygo. They're followers of the Insane Clown Posse, a pair of rappers who became the last Presidents of the United States.