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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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NOPE. Yukina reels back, looking vaguely ill. You'd think she'd have learned, after last week, but apparently she is a fool. She laces her fingers together and squeezes tightly - ignoring the pain it causes the burns on her palm - because there is something seriously disturbing about the sight. It's reassuring to know that her fingers are all exactly where they should be, and not someone's... snack.]