( 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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[nowyouseeit]

[DEEP BREATH]

Fish scales! Happy now?

[he seems flustered]

[nowyouseeit]

[SHUT UP HE HATES FISH SO BAD]

What? Why d'you know something like that?

[nowyouseeit]

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]

[f-flinches, but he manages to keep himself from recoiling. it's cool, Kaito. they're just scales. not actual fish. and those ones aren't on your legs]





There has got to be a way to get rid of those.

[nowyouseeit]

Yours, not mine. Mine'll disappear by tomorrow.

[he is pretty sure someone is going to kill again, and the night terrors always vanish afterwards, so]

You can't just walk around with mouths and scales on your legs. Can you?

[nowyouseeit]

[also looks down at the mouths. that's. so gross]

Wait, what d'you mean the scales have always been a part of you?

[let's ignore his overreaction to him hallucinating fish scales on his legs plz]

[nowyouseeit]

[YEP HE SURE IS]

Why couldn't they give you feathers for "The Nightingale," or make you a snowman for "The Snow Queen?"

[nowyouseeit]

[WHY]

That's-- [just ????] Feathers would've been waaaaay better.

[nowyouseeit]

[twitches, and immediately looks away]

I just don't like 'em. They're annoying.

[grump grump grouch grump]

[nowyouseeit]

[ew???]

In case you haven't noticed, I have an open wound I need to keep clean. Also? That's gross.

I can still feel them, anyway.

[nowyouseeit]

[shivers]

They're way worse than scabs, just by the nature of them being fish scales.

[it's like]

[he hates fish]

[for some?? reason???]

[nowyouseeit]

No, because lizards are lizards and fish are fish.

[????]

[nowyouseeit]

-- I'm not! I'm just. . . allergic.

[nowyouseeit]

[guuuuh]

Nothing I do gets rid of 'em, honestly.

[because one can't really flake off fish scales that aren't really there because they're hallucinations]