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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 |
Monday
[Apollo's pretty sure there's no cat around here...as far as they know. Maybe one of the lovecraftian monsters is part cat or something]
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[Don't say it with such a 'I'm so proud of my intelligence' smile on your face, Apollo]
I heard you were exposed to the pool's water for a long time, that'd explain it.
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[She says with a "I'm so proud of my being a daemon" smile on her face, before realizing she also shouldn't be able to taste things as a daemon.]
Or I haven't in a long time. Is this what it's like...?
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[And she sneezes again, the type of sneeze that takes everything out of your body.]
Guh... this is so annoying.
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This won't do. Follow me, let's find a way to solve this cold of yours. I think I have heard of a trick or two for that.
[To the kitchen? Homemade remedies for cold shouldn't be too hard to do, even if Apollo has never made them before]
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[That being said, she still follows him to the kitchen.]
... What are your methods? I'm just curious if they're different from world to world.
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[Okay, how was that supposed to go? It isn't like Apollo is a fan of homemade medicine, he's a lawyer, but he's sure he heard of something a long time ago]
If I remember right it went along the lines of mixing vinegar, honey, cayenne pepper and ginger. It sounds gross, but it's effective.
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[She sneezes again and sighs.]
Hm, I see. I think I'll stick with my own remedy, though.
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[Rather independent of you, Velvet]
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[It's said proudly because obviously appleboo is a million times better than his suggestion.]
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That...that tells me absolutely nothing.
[He has a bit of a foreboding feeling, like he isn't sure he wants to know what kind of thing is that]
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That's sweet. She sounds rather nice.
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