( INVESTIGATION - WEEK 3 )

[abhoth]

Promptly at 8:00 AM, both of the Grandfather clocks will begin to ring, the sound traveling to every corner of the motel. All residents will wake up as if it was any other morning. There's the usual hum from the air conditioner units and the sound of harsh wind blowing against the windows. While the sun may not have ever set, the amount of times the Grandfather clock rings makes it clear: it's time to get up and greet the brand new day. However... something seems off. Maybe it's a shiver of cold leaving a trail of frost on your skin or a burning sensation in your chest — but it feels like something is drawing you out of your room and into the outdoor hallways. Where will you go? Welcome to the investigation log! Please put the name of the location your character will be exploring in the subject header. If you plan on grouping up with someone else for a location, we ask that you keep it to 2-3 characters maximum. Mod replies will be sent out at 6:10 PM onwards, so we ask that you hold off having lengthy threads until then just in case there's a corpse smackdab at the entrance of a room. Happy body hunting! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[frizziest]

Sorry. I have no pants nearby.

[ Akira fetches his glasses left behind on his nightstand, putting them on and taking his first good of the room he slept in since waking up. ]

... I had assumed she went out early. The wheelchair was gone, and I can't exist without a proper shower. I was in it for only fifteen minutes or so. [ his face suddenly looks like one of worry as he peers right back down to the shortest person in the room. ] I did. Sort of. Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I think I heard the... doorknob being messed with, maybe? Oh no―

[ and Yukina said there were scratch marks. oh god, oh boy, oh jeez. what the hell did he miss while he was covering his bod with soapy suds. ]

[ungodly]

Fifteen minutes..

[ heather's tone sobers as she looks over at andersen. her grip on yukina loosens as she starts to pace about the room, staring at the floor. ]

Rachel's probably dead already. We should go see what everyone else is doing.

[thawedheart]

...don't say that, she might still be alive...

[But Yukina's voice sounds a little weak, and the brief glimpse of her eyes that the others will be able to see (between the hood and the way she's brought her hands up to her mouth, her face is pretty well hidden) is enough to show that she doesn't truly believe it.]

Akira-san... once you've put some clothing on, please join us. There's... safety in numbers.