( 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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tuesday

[willremember]

I'll try. Learning all sorts of games, lately.

[godly]

[Light motions at the seat across from him.]

Feel free to sit, then.

What kind of games have you been learning?

[willremember]

Shogi. Akira taught me. But it's... Hard.

[ she takes a seat! ]

[godly]

Shogi? [He "hmms".] It is difficult, but once you get the basics down, it's easy to strategize from there.

[Well, for you maybe, Light.

He cuts the deck of cards in half and offers them to her.]

Want to take a look at these? I'm sorry to say they're not all that... impressive.

[willremember]

I guess. [ She. Wasn't a huge success story.

Still, she takes the cards and starts looking them over. And with utmost sincerity: ] These are great. I like them.

[godly]

[He's trying to sense sarcasm in those words. Trying very hard, because... "great"?]

You've got to be kidding, right?

[willremember]

No, they're... Cute.

[godly]

[Light rubs at the back of his neck, then actually allows himself a soft chuckle.]

They're... different, that's for sure. I don't really play, but the art on the real cards back home aren't nearly as, ah. Rudimentary?