( 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]

[holy shit. HE ACTUALLY APPRECIATES THE WAY DIPPER PUTS THIS, TOO. it's so. real]

. . .

Soooo who wants to take bets on "Mother" using these body parts for some kind of creepy demonic sacrifice?

[crushcard]

Isn't that what was implied last week at trial?

[nowyouseeit]

Yeah, but s'not like we got any information on how this stupid sacrifice worked.

[crushcard]

[ he'll shrug. fair point. ]

Hearts have to be left intact. The other body parts harvested from the other corpses seem random at best.

[nowyouseeit]

Then I guess we can assume the hearts are the most important part of this. . . ritual?

[just. makes a face, honestly]

[crushcard]

... They usually are. Hearts, or souls, usually, considering that they're the essence of life.

[nowyouseeit]

Yeah. . .

[tch]

Damn it, I wish we knew more about this stupid "Mother" and this dumb "ritual." Maybe then we could figure out how the heck to put a stop to it and escape.

[crushcard]

We've found one Prophet. There's two more among us. They're the best chance we have at information at this point of time, honestly.

[nowyouseeit]

Pro-- [oh, wait] You mean the "false prophets" talked about on those weird notes that appeared today?

[ha. he supposes that word works]

Somehow, I get the feeling they aren't gonna be the most forthcoming with that information.

[pinesfortruth]

It's not a real bet if we all know the answer to that one.

[nowyouseeit]

[s-snorts]

[and then, more seriously]

. . . you okay, by the way?

[pinesfortruth]

I'll send this place the therapy bill for my constant traumas. It's fine.

[he reacts to horrible things by either screams or deadpans there is no middle ground]

[nowyouseeit]

[the deadpans endear him to the kid, he can't lie]

Sooo, wait. If none of those corpses were missing fingers and teeth, then where the heck did those creepy body parts at the front desk even come from?

[why does this place just KEEP GETTING WORSE]

[pinesfortruth]

And that, my friend, is exactly what the nightmares are gonna be about. [he's kidding. mostly.] It's either there's an entire mess of bodies we haven't found from previous "Games" ooooor someone has a collection oooooorrrr... There's the whole possibility of someone here being able to regrow body parts? I would not put it past this place.

[nowyouseeit]

. . .

[he replies dryly, because he ALSO would not put it past this place]

If that's true, I gotta tell 'em to help me regrow the missing pieces of my shoulder.

[pinesfortruth]

How did none of you think to bring armor when going exploring. Seriously.

[his judgment aside--]

I get the feeling you'll have to let time do the trick here if you don't get horrible murdered in the next week or two.

[nowyouseeit]

And where the heck would we have gotten armor?

[SERIOUSLY]

Yeah, well, since I'd like to avoid dying I guess time is the only option I have. Tch.

[pinesfortruth]

You improvise? Duh? Pots and pans and those metal slabs that go in the oven? Pretend you're a kid in the "Not On Vacation But At My Residence With No Other Person Because My Parents Are Neglectful" movie franchise, I dunno. Get creative, you're in the middle of horrorsville, not a picnic in the park! Take precautions! It's like you guys are all trying to be horror movie victims!

[this is the best home alone title i will ever make up, okay. also dipper is just so tired, okay. so tired.]

[nowyouseeit]

I can feel you judging me with that tiny li'l body of yours, Disco Queen.

[:T]

[pinesfortruth]

Yeah, okay, mock me when you didn't get yourself and two other people horribly injured recklessly exploring a building. What's that? Has that ever happened to me in all my time exploring dangerous places and fighting monsters? No. No it has not.

[THE FULL JUDGE]

[nowyouseeit]

[WOW RUDE???]

At least the building's open now 'cause of our efforts! You're welcome.

[pinesfortruth]

Spoiler alert, opening a door isn't worth your lives.

[dipper does not realize he just admitted to caring]

[nowyouseeit]

And we didn't have to pay our lives to open it, so that's a moot point.

[. . .]

I'm glad to hear that you care though, Disco Queen.

[Kaito promptly ruins it]

[pinesfortruth]

That was an exaggeration to make a point and you know it. How hard is it for people to be careful exploring dangerous places!

[-- and WHAT THE HECK THIS ATTACK]

It's Disco Girl! [wait that's not the hill he should die on]

[nowyouseeit]

We were careful! Sometimes being careful isn't enough.

[like when libraries have shitty acoustics and you wake up a giant tentacle eldritch horror on accident]

Excuse me. Disco Girl. How could I ever forget.