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( MINGLE - WEEK 3 )
![]() 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! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |


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I happen to know a pirate who doesn't know how to swim.
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[Stay, Dirk. Stay for the sludge party.]
When he's not going on some long rant, it's actually sort of admirable.
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...Yeah. Yeah, I can respect that.
[Pirate who can't swim sounds like a good shitwrecker who believes in Freedom and Autonomy. It's very admirable.]
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[Since he needs floaties...]
Although if he was here, we'd probably all be dead already.
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Is he even more enthusiastic for murder than you?
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[He's just the normal amount, obviously.]
It's just that he's cursed. So if he were in my position... a bolt of lightning might suddenly strike the pool. Stuff like that.
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Well.]
Maybe we could turn that on Craftly and his boses.
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