( 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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[lohengrins]

❥ monday afternoon, room 111

[ the door to room 111 is wide open. he seems to think it's for the better. if you enter or stand in the doorway, percival will not look up from his journal as he bluntly states: ]

I hate this room.

❥ tuesday afternoon, library

[ percival can be found adjacent to one of the bookshelves.

except he's on the floor, to be exact. face up, completely passed out. ]

...I don't...know what--...to do...I can't...

[ well, not completely. it seems as though he's talking in his sleep, but the dream he's currently experiencing isn't particularly pleasant.

wake him up or keep listening? ]

❥ wednesday evening, kitchen

[ has the scent of strawberries attracted you here? they appear to be boiling on the stove, sugared of course -- is someone making jam?

look to your right, and you'll find percival on the floor. again. passed out. he's covered in whipped cream, as it appears he was in the process of making frosting before he fell asleep if the bowl on the counter didn't give it away.

there's a bowl of cake batter as well, but more importantly...a tray of cookies and a small batch of brownies? only a few cookies remain, but the same can't be said for the brownies. ]

Sieg...sorry, I should've...

[ still asleep. however: the strawberry mixture on the stove?

it's starting to burn.

someone, please do something before the faceless men have to. ]

❥ Wildcard

Hit me with anything! Percival will be found passed out from place to place on Tuesday and Wednesday in particular. If you'd like to plot or ask about anything, you can find me at diakurosawa.

wednesday evening, kitchen;

[rextenebrae]

[ It'd be a lie to say he hadn't been attracted to the kitchen by a smell more than once, and so here he was. He halted in his step at the sight of the mess.

For a moment he hesitated, not knowing what to attend to first. But, then he'll hurry to move the strawberry mixture off of the stove, and straight onto the counter. Next, he'll come closer to Percival's side, and kneel by his side. He'll reach out to him, and begin lightly trying to shake him awake, looking worried. ]

Please, you must wake up. It'd be better if you slept in your room...

[lohengrins]

[ percival's eyes open, slowly and slightly. upon seeing knoll, he smiles softly — it's a bit lopsided and is probably the most uncharacteristic smile you will ever get out of him in this lifetime. at last, he musters the strength to sit up. ]

It's you...did you [ yawn. ] take the strawberries...off the stove?

[ and like a light, he flops back down — this time onto knoll's knees. he rolls over, soundly asleep again. ]

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll finds himself blinking a bit when the red-haired male is smiling like that. On one hand, it's a nice smile, but on the other hand, he's still worried about why Percival fell asleep here. ]

W-well, yes, I did--

[ His words trail off into something that was supposed to be words but weren't because Percival is lying on his knees...somehow completely asleep. He begins to lightly try to shake him awake again. ]

Er - you can't just fall asleep here...

[lohengrins]

[ he drowsily opens his eyes again — percival looks a little dumbfounded, as though he were a child. ]

I don't know how... [ he breathes out. ] to get to my room...

[ he shifts a little closer. ]

[ a yawn. ] You're comfortable. Good vassal.

[rextenebrae]

[ That only increases his worry. He's going to grow premature grey hairs at this rate (not really, but still.) ]

I can help you--

[ The dark mage can't help the way his cheeks warm a little--it's probably because Percival is undoubtedly so close. Much closer than he'd allow any other person to be. His mind is trying to search for a solution, though...and he concludes it may take awhile. ]

Lord Percival, how about if you just swing an arm around my shoulder and I try to help you to your feet...?

[lohengrins]

Hm... [ percival groggily sits himself up again. he slings an arm around knoll's shoulder, only to then rest his head into the crook of his neck and promptly fall asleep a third time. ]

Up. Onwards...

[ or not? his eyes are still closed, however. ]

[rextenebrae]

[ With some effort (he's still his noodlely self), he begins to try to help Percival to his feet, feeling a bit relived when the man hadn't fallen asleep again.

The kitchen is still a mess, but he figures it could be tended to after. ]

...There we go.

Do you mind if you tell me what the occasion was for? As it appeared you were preparing to bake a cake.

[lohengrins]

[ percival notes the struggle and musters the strength to wake up again, now properly standing at the very least. for a moment, it's as though he's supporting knoll as opposed to the opposite. ]

I don't like sweets. [ it's true! ] But I thought I could...[ yawn. ] adjust my blood sugar. I wanted to share it as well...

[ he rubs at his eyes with his free hand. ]

I'll finish it later...and you can eat it, as my vassal...

[rextenebrae]

[ It's a little funny, but it's probably what allows Knoll to be able to help Percival, and there's no way he'd be able to do most of the lifting.

He begins to try moving slowly. ]

Then, I will. I don't mind sweets so much...and it's been awhile since I've had cake.

[ Actually, he has a bit of a sweet tooth... ]

Can you tell me something? Have you been having trouble getting sleep at night?

[lohengrins]

That...isn't of any importance. It's...[ yawn. ] temporary. Conshider it an experiment gone awry....

[ he nudges his shoulder with this nose. ]

You should...[ yawn. ] sleep with me. It's your duty as my vassal...to accompany me wherever I go....there's enough room in my bed for us both. [ sorry knoll, his nonexistent sense of shame is in the negatives now that he isn't fully conscious. ]

[rextenebrae]

Alright, if you say it isn't something to worry about, then...

[ Knoll nearly trips over his feet in surprise at Percival's following words. Both of them...sleeping together--yeah, that definitely makes the flush return to his cheeks and his face undoubtedly bright red.

He tries to calm down so he's not stumbling over his words like a fool, and to make sure he didn't hallucinate that as well. ]

E-Excuse me? Did I hear you right?

kitchen

[breaksouls]

[There's a reason Velvet always checks on the kitchen during her investigations. She's worried someone might just ruin the place she spends almost all her time here. Apparently, Percival is the murderer this week and the brownies are the victim! When she realizes he's the perpetrator of the crime, she grabs him by the collar, shaking him violently.]

You idiot! You're going to start a fire!

[Velvet then throws him to the ground, not really caring if he's actually woken up by now. She turns off the stove and sighs.]

I didn't think you were this stupid...

[lohengrins]

[ his world begins to quake, and sudddnly velvet's is all he can. he's thrown against the tile floor, and in a fight of rage he hastily inches over and viciously grips velvet by the ankle, pulling her backwards. ]

Don't touch me!

[ despite his outburst, he quickly falls asleep again, dozing off onto the ground. ]

[breaksouls]

[She quickly balances herself so she doesn't fall beside him. Instead, Velvet kneels down and just... punches him.]

Wake up! Or is this hero of justice going to get everyone killed over some jam?

[lohengrins]

[ he doesn't wake up until she beats down on one of his injuries — it's like a stake being driven through his skin, and his eyes snap open before he yelps. without further ado, he shoves velvet forcefully enough to send her towards the stove. ]

What are you doing...!?

[ well that woke him up — mostly. there are still traces of drowsiness in his features, and then... ]

Did you take it off the stove?

[breaksouls]

[After being shoved, she recenters and brushes herself off. And she thought she was violent when she woke up...]

Making sure you don't kill us all.

[A nod.]

Yeah. Someone had to, since you weren't going to do anything.

tuesday

[potentite]

[Oh, dear. Jake frowns and leans over, except he can't reach him too well off his crutches so he winds up having to awkwardly sink down next to him to shake him awake.]

Sir Percival?

[lohengrins]

[ his eyes slowly open, but he's stunned at the sight before him. ]

Captain?

[ the shock fizzles out as he comes to his senses. ]

Oh...I must have...fallen asleep. [ a yawn as he sits up, stretching. ] I made you lean down. Sorry...

[ annnd, he's asleep again. still sitting up? you can hear the faint whistle of his snoring as his head bobs. ]

[potentite]

Oh, no, it's all right, I— [Wait, he's sleeping again. He blinks. Did he always have narcolepsy? Jake reaches out and gently squishes his cheek.]

wildcard.

[blacktailed]

[so one time, when Percival wakes up, he's not going to be alone - or when he wakes up, he'll have been propped to a sitting position, and someone has her hands in his hair, busily working at it. Quer's disappointed he woke up before she was done with braiding, but she keeps going - her fingers are healing, so they're more nimble than they were.]

You should nap in the gardens instead. Not practically in the doorway to the motel.

[also he's heavy. she's not moving him further than what she managed.]

wednesday

[curedham]

[i've got some bad news for you and it's that four weeks in l'arachel doesn't know how to use a fuckin stove, so she just. completely ignores the burning strawberry mixture in favor of crouching down beside Percival, gently shaking his shoulder.]

Percival? Good heavens... [She's even going to go check for a pulse, just to make sure he hasn't gone and fuckin died on the kitchen floor on a goddamn Wednesday??? Getting use out of that rudimentary medical knowledge right there.]

tuesday

[thawedheart]

[There are things Yukina expects to see in this library. Books, messed-up furniture, the rotting corpse of a beast - but not Percival, conked out on the floor. When she spots him, she's not quite close enough to hear his mumbling at first, and she assumes the worst.]

—Percival-san?!

[She rushes over, panicked. It's not Thursday night yet - how could he be...?

...once she's close, she kneels down and reaches for his arm to check for a pulse.]

...please be alive, please be alive...

tuesday

[splinten]

Bro. [He gives him a nudge, wary of being attacked when Percival wakes. His leg feels sore but he ignores the stiffness of dry gears turning.] Not a great nappin' choice.

tuesday afternoon

[crushcard]

[ After the talks about a monster corpse in the library, of course he's going to want to check it out.

He's... not entirely expecting to find Percival passed out on the floor, and sleeptalking at that.

It doesn't sound like a particularly pleasant dream, so Seto's going to frown before he bends down, grips his shoulder firmly, and shakes him awake. ]