( 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]

[ 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.