( MINGLE - WEEK 4 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 32 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! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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wednesday

[godly]

[Excuse you, he has a name?

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!

[godly]

A typewriter.

[Andersen, he's sorry you lost an arm, but that doesn't mean you have to be rude to someone you're requesting help from. Light is half-inclined to roll his eyes.]

Because I lack the imagination to reason out how difficult it might for you to use a pen? [Please, that's insulting.] You have another hand to practice with.

thursday

[thawedheart]

[u h]

...Andersen-san...?

[She glances slowly from his legs, to the floor, and then up to his face. This is... this sure is something.]

[thawedheart]

[gestures wordlessly at the gunk and his legs because she has no idea how to even begin describing this]

Wednesday

[vitamin_a]

[Look for a way to open it up? Definitely!]

Still locked? How's one supposed to unlock these places? There must be something useful inside if it's so well-protected.

[Apollo peers into the lock, trying to see if it'd be possible to pick it]

Part of the lockpick Akira tried's still inside, so that's not an option.

[vitamin_a]

I don't know, I have rammed down doors before. It's worth a try.

[That said...]

How do you know someone got in there?

THURSDAY

[lohengrins]

[ percival stares. intently. engrossed in his own focus. you can see it in his expression -- his gaze is affixed on those grotesque, stubby little legs.

he does this for a good two minutes or so, until-- ]

I can cut them off.

[lohengrins]

It'll get rid of them.

[ COME ON. ]

Wednesday

[crimsonsparrow]

Look? For what, pray tell?

[Does he look a bit smug and amused? Well...yes. Yes, he does. Absolutely.]

library

[willremember]

[ Clementine drapes her jacket over him?? You gonna look like a kid you gonna get treated like a kid. ]

library

[shoelickingshit]

[ Look at this nerd in the library all by himself.

But what do we have here...! Tsurugi will lean over Andersen- wait a bit... Pick up a book and tap him lightly with it. ]

Not dead, are you?

wednesday

[disinterested]

What, too short to search properly?

[whatever it is... andersen's looking for...]

[18x0]

[Well, that is. Creepy and horrific as fuck. Really doesn't help Akane with ignoring the eyes that have been opening up all across her face throughout the week, either.]

...Why can I see them...?

wednesday

[crushcard]

[ SCOWL. ]

For what?

[ like, rude?? he's mildly interested in seeing what you're ransacking the mayor's office for, andersen, but geez, grandpa, you don't have to be rude?? ]