( 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

[crimsonsparrow]

Look? For what, pray tell?

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

[crimsonsparrow]

Ah yes. A cruel thing it would be to separate a writer from his craft.

[Sorry he didn't, like, steal it for you in the first place he really wasn't thinking about it.]

I'd let you in myself if I thought it the same thing would work twice.

[He shakes his head. A pity.]

[crimsonsparrow]

It's curious, isn't it? Something simply guided me. Some sort of shadow. I thought I was being paranoid, at first, but...

[Well, how else could he have opened the door?]

[crimsonsparrow]

Nothing terribly out of the ordinary. It was last Wednesday, in the evening. I hadn't explored here very thoroughly in the past, so I thought I'd try. The place was completely empty, as far as I could tell. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye as it disappeared down the hallway toward the office doorway.

[crimsonsparrow]

[Suzaku can't help himself from laughing.]

The first time that I've ever had a stroke of good luck. I'm surprised I didn't end up with some sort of injury. Nobody else seems to have come out of trespassing unscathed.

[crimsonsparrow]

Ha! Fancy that.

[Him, an adventurer. He'd much prefer to be the king in the castle, lording over the foolish knights trying to lay siege to his kingdom...but, well, this isn't an rpg. This is a game of survival.]

And where would you have me go?

[crimsonsparrow]

Then I'll keep my eyes peeled for any more friendly shadow spirits. Perhaps they will see it fit to aid me once again.

[If nothing else, give him a chance to prepare himself for any monsters that may be lurking between the remaining locked doors.]

Until then, we'll have to be sure to find you an adequate writing instrument. There was a typewriter in that office, so assuming it hasn't vanished for any inexplicable reason, its yours for the taking as soon as the door opens again.

[crimsonsparrow]

[A shitshow? Suzaku laughs, his face lighting up just thinking about that mess.]

Truly. It's been awhile since I've seen such pure vitriol in a room.

[And how positively delightful it was!]