( 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]

[... he went right back to lecturing...

it is both impressive and horrifying, though dipper decides to just be offended by it]

"Don't concern"-- are you insane? You nearly drowned! Go take a nap or something!!

[lohengrins]

A nap won't help me. I simply have to wait. [ he rings out one of dipper's shirts, now placing it in his pile of Effectively Scrubbed Down Clothing. ] If it happens again, pinch one of my wounds.

[ percival dunks another shirt into the mix, intent on working away at this disastrous load. ]

More importantly, something's bothering you. What is it?

[pinesfortruth]

[s q u i n t s]

... Are you narcoleptic???

[swing and a miss, dipper. swing and a miss. he has stopped even pretending to work on his own stuff, simply standing on his tip toes to watch percival work in case he drowns, again. the question just gets a dismissive noise out of him]

You mean besides being a month into the "murder motel ritual sacrifice extravaganza"?

[lohengrins]

As of now, I suppose. It's temporary — it always is. [ not a miss, dipper! despite this, there's no way to quite make sense of what percival's saying. another shirt is scrubbed down, and he draws out a pair of boxers from the load.

he scrunches his nose and begins to work at them nonetheless. ]

Obviously. You were peering into the [ yawn. ] water before you spoke to me. Also, get back to scrubbing — do you intend to stay here all day? Because you...will be... [ his eyes close again, and he shakes his head in some attempt to wake up. ] ...at this rate.

[pinesfortruth]

That sounds like a serious medical condition, dude, not a thing that's "temporary". [he isn't cowed by Percival trying to get him to help, though, continuing to stand there with a frown]

I'm making sure you don't drown trying to help me do laundry. That would be the lamest way to go in this place. All the things trying to kill you and a snoozefest is what does it? [...but he should probably answer the question] I was looking into the water because I was washing clothes. Do you usually do it with your eyes closed?? Is that why you're so okay falling asleep in them?

[#believable]