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( MINGLE - WEEK 4 )
 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! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |
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...Im glad I have the answer to why Mira regretted never "collecting" me.
[ A visible wince though because that's not right at all. ]
Thanks for the info, at the risk of the horrors stuck in your head now.
Maybe the fingers are leftover from a previous ritual?
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[he hums in thought]
Yeah, I considered that. Just... old body parts they've got just hanging around. The only thing that seems off is why show them to us if it's not relevant?
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[ He sighs. ]
And then our fingers or whatever end up in the next one.
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[ergh]
Something feels weird to me about those.
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[ double ergh ]
Maybe passing them off as food is a clue...? A bad one because we know we're not much more than prey to slaughter, but I take the smallest bit of relief in that it's not from people we know.
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