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( MINGLE - WEEK 4 )
 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 buildings surrounding the motel, it seems like the Library is now open. How quaint. As a reminder, we are now accepting murder proposals for Week 4! 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. Remember that we can't have a murdergame without any murders, 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 |
FRONT DESK
Dave Strider's photograph now pictures him with a bloody nose and split lip, as well as electrical burns on his neck and head. Marty Mikalski's photo depicts him with the same deformed state his corpse was found in and blood over what little is visible of his torso. Rachel Claudius' picture, on the other hand, is relatively tame thanks to her injuries being in areas not shown in the photograph; her skin looks ashen and pale if nothing else. Finally, Mira is now depicted as little more than a headless, limbless torso soaked in blood. How nice.
And speaking of things that are nice, a silver tray adorned with garnishes has been set down on top of the front desk. Anyone who takes a closer look will find three severed index fingers, cut vertically halfway through to expose the bone as if they were meaty hotdog buns.]
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NIGHT TERRORS
The contents read: ]
Another week has begun and because of that, I must inform you of another challenge. This week your flesh and blood are not your own. Deformities will begin to appear on your body, felt and seen by you but invisible to the others. You, however, know the truth. Though you may deny it, the longer you allow this game to continue the more your body and soul will belong to this realm. This process will only be reverted through a test of your own strength: give us a death this week, and you will free yourself of this realm's clutches.
Wash up. Breakfast will be served shortly.
[ And like clockwork, characters will begin to gradually develop body horror. Be it eyes on their limbs, mouth and teeth where they do not belong, or other unsightly but painful transformations, their body will no longer be fully human. The transformation can be as mild or severe as desired, and can even be something as simple of going blind by the end of the week or having their limbs replaced by tentacles. This effect is a vivid hallucination only the person afflicted can perceive, but it will feel real to them. The night terrors will only stop after someone has been murdered on Friday. ]
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NEWSPAPER STAND
MISSING ITEMS:
- Hunting Lodge: Unloaded firearm.
- Grocery Store: Saw, knives
- Kitchen: Forks, a bowl
BULLETIN BOARD
To the false Prophets who have sold their humanity to Mother to satisfy their selfish desires: I know Mira is not the only one. I won't allow you to shift your guilt onto Craftly again. You are being Hunted.
[Any attempts to compare the handwriting to the motel's residents will fail to yield results.]
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"Not the only one" and to "satisfy their selfish desires". So there are others here who would play this twisted game willingly.
[Comforting.]
Not without consequences, it would seem.
ADDENDUM, ADDED FOUR HOURS LATER
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SECOND FLOOR INDOOR HALLWAY
Additionally, though Room 119's door is intact, there are splinters of wood all around it.]
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[The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.
Which is to say, when Yukina notices that the library is unlocked, she... can't keep herself from venturing inside, although her last visit was disastrous. She's still wearing Akira's hoodie (and likely will be for the rest of the week, unless he asks for it back), so she takes a deep breath and adjusts the hood as she looks around.
...the monster corpse makes her grimace.]
There's no way we'll be able to clean that up...
[rest in pieces, fluffy]
kitchen - tuesday;
[Look. She's been trying to develop a taste for coffee.
But sometimes, there's just nothing better than a good cup of tea, so Yukina can be found here, boiling water to start brewing it. She looks up when she hears footsteps -
And smiles, though there's something a little strained in her expression.]
Oh, hello! Would you like to join me?
lobby - wednesday;
[Yukina doesn't intend to be vain, but something she sees gives her pause as she's passing the mirror by the lobby's exit, and she steps in front of it to face it head on. Slowly, she brings a hand up to her forehead and brushes her bangs aside.
A moment later, she gasps.]
What is that- How is it...?!
[She seems a little. Well.
Distressed.]
botanical garden - thursday;
[She came here intending to relax.
...but, clearly relaxing is not happening. Yukina can't bring herself to stay still, so she's pacing restlessly among the flowers, occasionally stopping for a moment or two to examine a blossom before turning away from it and continuing her walk.
She's mumbling under her breath.]
...end this. There has to be a way to end this...
anywhere - anytime;
[Wildcard time! Want to plot something out? Hit me up by PM or at
kitchen - tuesday;
He notices the strain, but doesn't comment upon it. ]
Yes, I wouldn't mind. What kind of tea are you making?
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[Light is setting up what appears to be a card game on a table before him. They’re basically Magic the Gathering cards, but since they were granted to him so generously by this place, the art on them is laughable at best. They mostly seem to consist of little troll people and clerics, because that’s exceedingly helpful.
He looks up at whomever approaches, and says rather blandly:]
Want to play? I don’t exactly know how, but we can make something up.
[(Distract him from the very disturbing oddities appearing on his arm… something that looks an awful lot like sharpened teeth in a messy row. He’s distinctly wearing long sleeves to ignore it, because it’s just a trick of the mind. It’s just a trick of the mind, it must be.)]
wednesday afternoon, library
[First thing's first, the dead monster here smells. Light grimaces, bringing up a hand to cover his mouth and nose as he looks at the dead, headless thing. Ugh.
(The (perceived) teeth on his left forearm hurts now, they gnash in his flesh, each movement excruciating when it happens. Thankfully they’re rather still… for now.)
As a result, his voice is a little muffled, a little strained.]
My question is… what was strong enough to take off its head?
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[As usual, feel free to hit me up at
tuesday morning, lounge;
... Perhaps. We can conjure up some sort of involved strategy game, that has some sort of story concerning the pictures on the cards?
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tuesday - evidently i like suffering
i don't understand why you hate yourself so much??
self-loathing is canon apparently
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[Wherever she goes, Velvet is sneezing and coughing and generally not looking too well... It doesn't look like Velvet's doing anything to deal with that, though, since she's still walking around in her normal attire and going about her usual daily activities. After a huge sneeze, she mutters to herself,]
What the hell... did someone manage to smuggle a cat in here...
[Daemons can't catch colds. Even after being in a pool all night. And never wearing clothes. They can't.]
II. KITCHEN - TUESDAY
[As always, Velvet's in the kitchen. She might not be cooking for Dave anymore, but she's still cooking. This time, she's gathered a large amount of apples. She grabs one and begins to grate it into a bowl.]
III. LIBRARY - THURSDAY
[While part of her is drawn to the books, for Laphicet's sake, she can't help focusing on that daemon's corpse. Especially with other things going on this week... Velvet approaches the corpse and brandishes her arm. Nothing happens. Her arm is still human and bandaged, but she places her hand on its flesh as if expecting something.]
Of course... that'd be too good to be true, wouldn't it?
IV. WILDCARD
[As always feel free to let me know if you wanna do something else with Velvet!]
library - thursday;
[ As long as he doesn't focus on himself, everything will be fine. Totally fine.
This is probably also another reason why he came to the library, but still. ]
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He turns to look over his shoulder, both questioning and frowning.]
It would help if you specified exactly what it is you're looking for.
no worries, noted!
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[ just like yukina, jay can't help but return to the library. after all, they almost died horribly getting it open, so it would be a shame not to actually get a decent look around.
he pauses by fluffy, the now headless monster. jay stares at it for a moment, frowning, before moving on to an area that will probably smell less terrible. ]
tuesday morning, clinic
[ if you decide to venture into the clinic today, you'll find jay there! he's poking through the supplies, muttering under his breath. his sleeve is rolled up, revealing the bite marks that still look pretty ugly. the dozen or so identical, curved cuts still surrounded the bites, all neatly stitched,
for whatever reason he keeps stopping to poke at these, paying more attention to them than the bites. whatever. ]
wednesday evening, lounge
[ jay can be found sitting in one of the chairs, twirling a smoke pipe in his hand. he's staring at it very intently. ]
I have no idea why I promised her that I'd keep it.
TUESDAY
Your wounds seem to be recovering, at least. Are you looking for something in particular?
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A THING - MONDAY, 6:00 PM
Three characters to this thread maximum, thank you!]
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[Kaito also returns to the library, pausing at the entrance to make a face at those three portraits. he strolls into the building slowly, cautiously, gaze flickering left and right as though something might jump out at him at any moment. every step is taken carefully as he picks his way over the broken bookshelves and the rotting. . . monster corpse. . .]
They can't get someone to clean this mess up? Sheesh. . .
[he stops by an intact shelf and runs his good hand over the spines of the books]
tuesday afternoon - lounge
[for a magician, having full use of both hands is essential. so now that one of Kaito's has been rendered useless. . . well]
[he's sitting in the lounge, frowning at some more brochure paper that he's attempting to fold into origami cranes. it's not going so well, and the cranes that he has managed to make look sad and crumply]
Damn it. . .
[he's frustrated]
thursday morning - pool area
[who wants to hang out around the pool area on Thursdays, when the water is gross and nasty? APPARENTLY KAITO DOES]
[he's sitting on one of the outdoor chairs, pant leg rolled up and fingers digging into his skin, like he's trying to flake it off or something. he's also mumbling to himself, one eye squinted shut and mouth curled back in a disgusted sneer]
Get off get off get off-- of all things, why'd it have to be this?!
[he sounds a little panicked, oops]
monday morning - library;
[ Knoll is nearby a bookcase as well; already looking at the books himself. It was nice to have a place so full of them. ]
Though, it could be that they're not motivated. But, at the very least we do have access to a library now, even if the stench is a bit of a distraction.
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[ the door to room 111 is wide open. he seems to think it's for the better. if you enter or stand in the doorway, percival will not look up from his journal as he bluntly states: ]
I hate this room.
❥ tuesday afternoon, library
[ percival can be found adjacent to one of the bookshelves.
except he's on the floor, to be exact. face up, completely passed out. ]
...I don't...know what--...to do...I can't...
[ well, not completely. it seems as though he's talking in his sleep, but the dream he's currently experiencing isn't particularly pleasant.
wake him up or keep listening? ]
❥ wednesday evening, kitchen
[ has the scent of strawberries attracted you here? they appear to be boiling on the stove, sugared of course -- is someone making jam?
look to your right, and you'll find percival on the floor. again. passed out. he's covered in whipped cream, as it appears he was in the process of making frosting before he fell asleep if the bowl on the counter didn't give it away.
there's a bowl of cake batter as well, but more importantly...a tray of cookies and a small batch of brownies? only a few cookies remain, but the same can't be said for the brownies. ]
Sieg...sorry, I should've...
[ still asleep. however: the strawberry mixture on the stove?
it's starting to burn.
someone, please do something before the faceless men have to. ]
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Hit me with anything! Percival will be found passed out from place to place on Tuesday and Wednesday in particular. If you'd like to plot or ask about anything, you can find me at
wednesday evening, kitchen;
For a moment he hesitated, not knowing what to attend to first. But, then he'll hurry to move the strawberry mixture off of the stove, and straight onto the counter. Next, he'll come closer to Percival's side, and kneel by his side. He'll reach out to him, and begin lightly trying to shake him awake, looking worried. ]
Please, you must wake up. It'd be better if you slept in your room...
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wednesday
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tuesday afternoon
INFO SHARING: organ dlc edition, monday evening
Alright guys, the Disposal Room is open, probably because of... the Ghost dying and talking about it, knowing this place. The light is busted because Kaiba doesn't know how to flick on a switch. [did you think he'd let it go, kaiba. no.] I'd recommend keeping out of it until that's fixed. It's a morgue, and yes, the bodies of our dead are in there-- but they're kind of ... in pieces. If you value your lunches, do not look at those. Seriously.
[he's getting a little green just talking about it. oops.]
There are forty-one morgue freezers in there, but the only ones labelled so far are all our dead, so your guess is as good as mine as to why there's one missing. [he says, like he doesn't have a theory and everyone knows it] The hearts are held in separate jars, and since Mira collected those that's probably... why. Gross and creepy for the whole family. [you can tell he is so, so tired, guys.] There were seven hearts in jars total-- Marty's and Rachel's were missing for, uh, obvious messed up reasons, but... we're also missing Dave Strider's heart. [@ dave sorry????]
Oh, yeah, also, if you go in there, do not touch anything. It turns out "Mother" or whatever can see in there and she does not want us messing with it. Crazy demon voice stuff. Super cool.
[he is... winding down and just shrugs in acceptance]
So. Um. Yep, that's it from me. Cool gore and stuff. [a beat] Oh, and we checked and no one was missing any teeth or fingers, so that's a horrifying mystery still ongoing. I'm gonna go have nightmares in my room now.
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Why would Dave's be missing? [ yeah that's. the most concerning thing save dave strider?? or at least his heart wtf. ] Thank you, Dipper, for telling is. It sounds like it was... sure something. There being one missing freezer would make me think that maybe one of us isn't... one of us, I suppose.
[ is there anything here that's not a nightmare ]
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[you might be enjoying yourself a nice little stroll in helltown (population: in constant decline) on this nice little Monday morning. Or at least you were until you heard what can only be the distinct sound of Dipper screaming in the near distance. It sounds like he is really freaked out about something! Wow!
Of course when you go to try to rescue the twelve year old (or tell him to shut the fuck up people are trying to enjoy the decor), you'll find him casually leaning against a wall, chest heaving like he just ran a marathon and smiling up at you like it ain't no thing]
HeeeEEeeeyyYyyy there. [his voice cracks more than the titanic after meeting an iceberg, so he clears his throat] Hi. What's up. Nice day we're having, right?
[...what the hell, dipper...]
Tuesday afternoon, Laundry Room
[Dipper can be found here nearly... all... of Tuesday, scrub scrub scrubbing at clothes. wow dipper, that... that is a lot of laundry. Like. Like a lot, a lot. Has he done his laundry at all for the past four weeks?!
he's muttering to himself the entire time]
Laundry is a waste of time... Ughhh... This is stupid...
[and, if you happen to catch him when the water he's cleaning in is a bit too free of bubbles, you might see him angrily splash his reflection and go:]
Nope, nuh-huh, nooope. We are not doing that.
Thursday, lounge
[... and now dipper is just hanging out wearing an eyepatch, scribbling down some notes and eating his own shirt. It is fully in his mouth. He does not seem to be aware he is doing it, simply continuing to frantically write down stuff that doesn't seem legible in any way.
Why is he so weird.]
Monday
A perfectly good Depression Walk has been strangely interrupted by a screaming child, who he ran to help and found—this.]
Dude. What.
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...but by the time afternoon rolls around, and she's seen neither hide nor hair of him... she'll start asking anyone she does see if they've seen him.]
Do you know where Ryou-san is...?
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And then she immediately scrunches her nose.]
Blech— [IN THE SAME TONE A PRESCHOOLER WOULD SAY "ICKY."] They're starting to rot.
[Saya, why.]
option b: tuesday afternoon, dining hall
It's Mira's. [Says Saya, between bites.] You can take a look. That's what she wanted, anyway.
[So, uh. Go forth and take a look at the serial killer's journal.]
option c: wednesday, all day
Hey— You. Can you help me reach that book?
[Pointing to one that's high on one of the few shelves that aren't McFucked Up, regardless of whether you're taller than her or not. There are a few other books cradled in her arms as well, ranging from neuroscience to trashy romance novels. Great.]
option d: wildcard
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What did you expect? Stop smelling severed fingers like that!
[Seriously, it's gross. Apollo was just passing by when he saw that, and now you made him forget where he was going, damn it, Saya
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[Like usual he's made his weekly trip to the diner to listen to music. He's not paying much attention to it this time, though, so I get to link whatever, like this song.
Usually he comes here to work on figuring out something but today he's sitting under the jukebox, staring blankly at the floor. He's pulled his knees up to his chest so he can rest his chin on them but it looks more like he's hugging himself more than anything. He may not notice if you approach, so you might have to speak up.]
[Wednesday | Gardens]
[Jake is just kind of lying there on his back, staring at a bunch of buttercups, frowning to himself. At least he's not dead? He just seems unhappy and keeps shifting and grimacing like he's in pain. He keeps rubbing at his stomach and itching his arms.]
—and the thing is, I think if this Mother figure really is like Imhotep, then we're in even greater peril, because Imhotep only feared cats and Hell and we have no cats, and we're already in some sort of Hell.
[Also he's talking to plants so that's a thing.]
[Wildcard]
[Jake will be out and about Tuesday and Wednesday while spending Monday and Thursday at the motel so feel free to make up something or hit me up at
gardens
don't talk to plants
also what is Imhotep what even is anything ]
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wednesday
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thursday, 1/2
There's a burn victim! I need help right now!!
[ thankfully, hajime has experience with disaster relief, so her voice should be loud enough to carry over through out the motel. anyone who enters the hallway will then notice she's attempting to pull a body into her room, expression pulled into a tight sort of calmness. she's got to make sure this burn victim is all right, and maybe you recognize the body she's pulling into her room, too... ]
thursday, 2/2
He's definitely alive, albiet unresponsive (for right now). There are severe burns up his arms, though his face and neck are untouched. Well. He also has a rather heavy nosebleed, but, you know. He's not burnt above his collar, is what I'm saying.
He might be a little fucked up but at least he's still breathing. ]
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SECOND FLOOR INDOOR HALLWAY - THURSDAY MORNING
It reads:]
[And on the floor are the remains of a broken glass jar. A label still clings to the mess, Mira's name written on it.]
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more bad stuff
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i've got my first aid kit in hand and i'm ready to party. he'll be following that trail. ]
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thursday is just Very Bad All Around
a faceless man leans over in an attempt to offer assistance, but she shoves him away.]
L-leave me alone, I can handle—aghhhh...
[she probably shouldn't have used her injured hand to push the guy. cue her doubling over the desk, clutching at her right hand in what appears to be agonizing pain. in a few seconds, she slumps down from the desk and curls up in fetal position, holding her hand as close to her as possible.]
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Are you kidding me right now, Chie?
[ he immediately kneels down in front of her, looking more disappointed than concerned. ]
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i want to do more thursday things too!
the first one is a series of holes in his right wrist. five of them, to be exact, with the same diameter for each. they appear to be from... fingers, maybe? very thin fingers. or maybe fingers that belong to a skeleton? there's no way of telling. except for maybe the fact that his second badge of honor is the literal arm of a skeleton, the sharpened digits still stained with Akira's dried up blood.
maybe you're at the storage room because you're trying to clean all of the blood everyone else has been leaving today, or maybe because you're hearing some banging and clanging from within. regardless of why you're there, you will find Akira, his wounded hand limp at his hip with a bit of blood trailing down to his knuckles. the other arm is swinging his new skeleton friend into the air, trying his best to knock something off that he couldn't reach with the use of normal limbs.
don't ask questions. just don't. ]
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he stands in the doorway of the storage room, looking thoroughly unpleased. ]
Show me your hand. Now.
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