( 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]

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.]

[pinesfortruth]

... Yes.

[his one visible eye blinks very slowly]

Is this a super unsubtle way to poison me, or are you being nice? I don't know which one would be weirder.

[pinesfortruth]

[that gets a little laugh out of him]

You weren't that bad, dude. I've had worse. ... I have probably done worse, too. [he does take a sip of that coffee though] Huh. Akira's was better. [@ faceless men step up your game] Anyway, I'm fine. I just... haven't slept great. In the past. Total amount of time we've been here.

[pinesfortruth]

What. Why would you think that. I love constant threats to my life and my sister's in murder/horror/gore motel. It's great.

[he manages to say all that with a completely serious face, too]

[pinesfortruth]

Mabel likes to see the ... positive side of things.

[pinesfortruth]

It is not that far off from where we were at back home, so. Yeah, sure. I mean, she's got the occasional post-nightmare meowing, but. [a beat] Don't tell her I said that.

[pinesfortruth]

It's not common for the general populace, but it is kind of a thing for us in particular.

[pinesfortruth]

It's just... the one.

[he lifts up a hand to his eyepatch without realizing it but then drops it]

It's a family thing. Sort of. It's kind of a long story.

[pinesfortruth]

[dipper just... drops his head on the table]

Heeeee might be. Or maybe he's just friends with whoever this ritual is for. Or acquaintances. Dimension neighbors? Point is, this entire place is exactly his wheelhouse.

[pinesfortruth]

[dipper barely lifts his head to look blearily at andersen]

I wouldn't call that experience foolproof. I tried to punch him in the eye last time I saw him. [which, ok, it would've been super satisfying if it had worked] He kind of caused the apocalypse and turned my great-uncle into a golden statue around that same time too. It was a whole thing.