( 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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[pinesfortruth]

Monday- Outside in the city

[you might be enjoying yourself a nice little stroll in helltown (population: in constant decline) on this nice little Monday morning. Or at least you were until you heard what can only be the distinct sound of Dipper screaming in the near distance. It sounds like he is really freaked out about something! Wow!

Of course when you go to try to rescue the twelve year old (or tell him to shut the fuck up people are trying to enjoy the decor), you'll find him casually leaning against a wall, chest heaving like he just ran a marathon and smiling up at you like it ain't no thing]

HeeeEEeeeyyYyyy there. [his voice cracks more than the titanic after meeting an iceberg, so he clears his throat] Hi. What's up. Nice day we're having, right?

[...what the hell, dipper...]


Tuesday afternoon, Laundry Room

[Dipper can be found here nearly... all... of Tuesday, scrub scrub scrubbing at clothes. wow dipper, that... that is a lot of laundry. Like. Like a lot, a lot. Has he done his laundry at all for the past four weeks?!

he's muttering to himself the entire time]

Laundry is a waste of time... Ughhh... This is stupid...

[and, if you happen to catch him when the water he's cleaning in is a bit too free of bubbles, you might see him angrily splash his reflection and go:]

Nope, nuh-huh, nooope. We are not doing that.


Thursday, lounge

[... and now dipper is just hanging out wearing an eyepatch, scribbling down some notes and eating his own shirt. It is fully in his mouth. He does not seem to be aware he is doing it, simply continuing to frantically write down stuff that doesn't seem legible in any way.

Why is he so weird.]

Monday

[splinten]

[Dude. What.

A perfectly good Depression Walk has been strangely interrupted by a screaming child, who he ran to help and found—this.]

Dude. What.

[pinesfortruth]

[still. grinning]

Freaked myself out. Nothing to worry about here. It happens all the time.

[splinten]

Dipper. [What did you DO]

[pinesfortruth]

[he... looks around nervously, like he's expecting to be watched or smt]

Don't worry about it?

[it sounds believable when he says it like a question!!]

[pinesfortruth]

[he was so into his ... shirt chewing and note taking (and his lack of peripheral vision on one side possibly) that he didn't see Andersen coming and is completely taken aback by the bopping, causing him to splutter out his shirt in shock.

then he looks at the wet mess and just... sighs, mumbling to himself]

Aw, man. I just washed that. [...and then he remembers andersen is right there and turns to face him] Oh. Hey Andersen. Why'd you hit me.

[now that he's close to him, andersen can tell dipper looks like he hasn't slept in like. two weeks. yikes. bag check for dipper.]

[pinesfortruth]

You have words and a mouth. Use them.

[but he doesn't sound actually mad so much as complaining for the sake of it. he nods]

Mmhmm, yep. Love that future growth stunting. [it's. it's a joke. probably.]

[lohengrins]

[ this small child has taken quite a load upon himself, but at least he's working vigorously? from the next sink over, percival eyes dipper, noting how he peers into the water.

well. alright. ]

Give me some of your clothes. You can't possibly handle that much on your own.

[pinesfortruth]

[there's a second of hesitation before dipper's hatred for washing his clothes wins out over his pride and wish to be seen as A Grown-Up, and he dumps a armful on Percival]

Sure, okay. Here you go.

[dad no now he'll never learn that's parenting 101]

[lohengrins]

[ wow, that was unexpectedly easy. he takes the load, placing it into his own sink and working at it immediately. his pace and verocity are a little frightening — his gaze is affixed on the clothes before him...and his features are steeled with determination. ]

You need to start washing your clothes more frequently — you let it pile up, didn't y...

[ before he can begin his lecture, he just...flops over? he falls forward, his head now in the sink? the man is passed out, help? ]

[pinesfortruth]

Oh, good, he fainted. Saved me that lecture.

[wait]

PERCIVAL?????

[dipper flails in place for a second before rushing to the man, dragging him out of the water (and, probably, throwing him on the ground) with a surprising amount of strength for such noodle-y arms, all the while muttering to himself:]

Please don't make me have to use CPR again, please, please, please...

tuesday

[breaksouls]

[Carrying her own load of bed sheets, clothes, and various things, Velvet starts setting up a little ways from him. When he splashes the water, she finally looks to him with the scolding glare of an older sister.]

You're gonna spill it. And then it'll be wasted. Be more careful.

[pinesfortruth]

... Wasted? It's just soap and water.

[dipper plz]

[breaksouls]

Yeah? And what will you do when you spill it everywhere? Then someone will have to clean up that mess, then you'll need to get more water and then you'll need to wash whatever rag you used to clean it again... You might not have to get the water out of a well here, but you still shouldn't be so careless.

thursday

[thawedheart]

...um...

[If there's anything Yukina expects to see when she steps into the lounge, it's... sure not that.]

...are you...?

[Okay? She doesn't even know where to start, between the eyepatch, the frantic scribbling, and his choice of a snack.]

[pinesfortruth]

[omnomnomnomnom

he doesn't seem to realize Yukina is speaking to him...]

[thawedheart]

[uh]

...excuse me...!

[She'll try talking a little louder!]

thursday

[curedham]

[jesus god why is he so weird]

—Dipper, have some decorum about you. [she is not rooming with a WILD BEAST, thanks!!!!]

[pinesfortruth]

[he recognized his own name there and turned to answer, letting go of his shirt in the process--]

What--

[and then he realizes his shirt is gross and wet]

Oh, come on.

[curedham]

Find some clean clothing, this is unacceptable.

[either oblivious to or not caring about his own fuckin shirt chewing realization]

tuesday

[crushcard]

[ TO BE FAIR, his laundry load is definitely smaller and more manageable, and while he's kind of filthy rich, he at least knows how to do his own laundry. Surprising, considering that really, the less he wants to do something, the more likely he'd pay for someone to do it. ]

Not doing what?

[ DON'T SPLASH HIM, DIPPER, he's going to maybe take a step back so that doesn't happen, maybe. ]

[pinesfortruth]

[he startles a bit and tries to look blank-faced]

Just... talking to myself. Nothing weird. Totally normal thing to do.

[it is not.]

[crushcard]

[ After all that shade you threw at him yesterday, Dipper? Looking blank faced isn't going to cut it, okay. He's going to give you a skeptical look. ]

Talking to yourself usually counts as the first signs of hallucinations.