( 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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[putrefied]

option a: monday morning, lobby

[Well. If people found the teeth from last week gross, then the severed fingers are likely more than enough to make a person lose their breakfast. Still, that doesn't stop Saya from curiously picking one up, turning it around in her hand before she just

sort of

sniffs it.

And then she immediately scrunches her nose.]

Blech— [IN THE SAME TONE A PRESCHOOLER WOULD SAY "ICKY."] They're starting to rot.

[Saya, why.]

option b: tuesday afternoon, dining hall

[Slurping down her lunch, anyone passing by her table at the dining hall might notice a journal next to her plate. It's wide open, pages covered in notes from front to back. Those who saw Week 2's hot or not list might recognize it as Mira's handwriting.]

It's Mira's. [Says Saya, between bites.] You can take a look. That's what she wanted, anyway.

[So, uh. Go forth and take a look at the serial killer's journal.]

option c: wednesday, all day

[The library is full of monster corpse stank but honestly Saya has picked up worse scents in her life, so she's surprisingly chill given the circumstances. Also — very chill considering her particular brand of night terror for the week has left her with hallucinations of her skin rotting and falling off, bit by bit. She's... compensated for this by wearing long sleeves, and ignoring it as hard as she can. Assuming you walk past her in the library, she'll wave you down to ask.]

Hey— You. Can you help me reach that book?

[Pointing to one that's high on one of the few shelves that aren't McFucked Up, regardless of whether you're taller than her or not. There are a few other books cradled in her arms as well, ranging from neuroscience to trashy romance novels. Great.]

option d: wildcard

[Remix one of the prompts above or make your own! Either is fine.]

A

[vitamin_a]

[Why did you even do that]

What did you expect? Stop smelling severed fingers like that!

[Seriously, it's gross. Apollo was just passing by when he saw that, and now you made him forget where he was going, damn it, Saya

[putrefied]

[look. listen. why WOULDN'T you do that??]

Mm, but isn't it important to know if they're fresh? [FOR PURELY SCIENTIFIC REASONS.

No, but seriously. If they didn't smell gross that would have meant they were chopped off recently, or came from someone who hasn't been dead for long?]

wednesday

[godly]

[Another member of Wearing Long Sleeves to Ignore Night Terrors club. His own hallucinations? A row of long, gnashing teeth running down his left forearm. Like a slender maw, sometimes moving within flesh and bone. Painful, too, when it decides to "act up".

But right now, it isn't, thankfully. His attention is caught by Saya, and his gaze tilts upwards to the shelf she's indicating.]

I can try. [He says, as he already begins to reach up, standing on his toes. It's a bit up there.]

[putrefied]

Ah, thank you!

[Look. At least he's taller than she is? But maybe not tall enough. She watches him stand on his toes, frowning.]

Do you need a step stool, mister? You're already standing on your toes.

[Never mind that she isn't sure if the library even has a step stool. Maybe it's under the huge monster corpse.]

[godly]

[A step stool? His pride. Why.]

No... I don't need a step stool. I can-

[REACHES]

-reach it.

[He's like, two inches too short.]

[putrefied]

... Are you sure? It looks like you're too short to reach it.

[BLUNTLY in the way only someone with the mentality of a young teenager can be. You're welcome, Light.]

[godly]

[He's 5'10"! All Light hears is "you're too short", and it makes him frown.]

Well, why did you want this one specifically?

[This book he means.] Seems like... [reach] ...you have plenty of reading material to last.

[He's just going to make a jump for it in a second.]

[putrefied]

I'm a fast reader. [With a little hint of pride here, and then she lifts her current collection of books up.] This isn't going to last me until Friday, so I want to make sure I don't have to do another trip after the fog comes back.

[A girl needs to keep busy between investigations, trials and executions. Either way, she's giving him a dubious look. Try... not to knock the shelf over while trying to soothe your pride, Light?]

Are you sure you don't need a step stool? I really don't think you're going to reach it that way.

[godly]

Who makes a shelf this high? It doesn't make sense.

[This doesn't answer her question in the slightest, of course.

And so, Light figures that since he's so close to the book anyway, he'll just jump for it. He does, and it gains him a few inches off the ground, just enough for his fingertips to grab at the book.

It isn't a clean grab, and the book falls to its side, sliding off the bookshelf completely and landing on the floor. The shelf itself seems to go crooked from the sudden movement, as it wasn't very sturdy to begin with, apparently.]

There.

[There.]

[putrefied]

[Well.

That worked, at least.

Saya stares at the book on the floor for a couple of seconds, before promptly bursting out laughing.]

Pffft— Haha, thank you! [YOU DIB IT, LIGHT.] I'll ask for your help again if I need to get something off the shelf, mister.

[If only because she thinks this is hilarious.]

[godly]

[A hand rests on his hip, and he can't help but just... heavily sigh as she laughs at him.]

What's so funny? [DON'T LAUGH AT HIM???] I reached it, didn't I?

[putrefied]

You did! But you made it a lot harder for you than it had to be, you know.

[Still kind of giggling, covering her mouth with her hand.]

It's a strange thing to do, that's all.

[godly]

What was the alternative?

[He makes gesture with one hand, motioning at their surroundings.]

I don't exactly see a step stool just lying around here.

[putrefied]

Oh? [Tilting her head, like she still thinks he's hilarious.] So you looked for one before helping me?

[godly]

[He will needlessly argue this point straight into the ground. Light Yagami, ladies and gentleman.]

I'm observant. I take stock of what in a room when I enter it. And unless there's a step stool under that headless monster, I didn't notice one even before I helped you.

[look just be happy he got your book for you]

B

[fauxtetsu]

[ Her saying it was Mira's journal caught his attention. More than that it's a journal for... reasons. But the fact she says it so calmly when Mira is Mira and her thoughts on paper can't be dull and boring is a little odd. Lady knows how to have fun. ]

...Did you read it already?

[ There's an attempt to read it, but after a short time, it's not disgust or horror that stops him, but mild eyestrain. ]

Mm... I got to page three. Is this what you call a "broken" person?

[ For humans, that words has a different meaning. They still live, even if they don't work right. Mira... didn't. Even he can say that. ]

[putrefied]

I did.

[And from her demeanor, she isn't bothered at all by the contents... despite them dealing with serial murder and organ extractions.]

... I don't know if she's what you call a "broken" person, but she was different from what humans call "normal." [A pause.] There are notes on what she meant by... collecting, after the third page. You shouldn't read them if you think they'll upset you, mister.

[Because even if Saya doesn't Get It, that doesn't mean she's tactless.]

[fauxtetsu]

Abnormal, then. Yeah, that describes her.

[ That's a little odd, how calm she is. But he himself isn't bothered either because well. Police force sword. SWORD. ]

I can try. I just assumed it was dead bodies before... but I think reading how she felt gives a good hint.

[ Red and squishy things. ]

option b: tuesday afternoon, dining hall;

[rextenebrae]

[ Well, that's...that's certainly a thing. Still, he'll never pass up the chance for more information. ]

Yes, she would. Might as well not let it go to waste.

[ He's looking at it in silence, though he frowns when he reaches the portion talking about other peoples' hearts. ]

... May I ask what you thought of your former roommate?

[putrefied]

Mira was... really interesting. I liked being her roommate.

[How calm she is about this is dubious, considering Mira turned out to be a serial killer and a facilitator.]

... But I wasn't really close to her, and now she's dead. So it doesn't matter, I think.

[rextenebrae]

No, probably not.

[ He supposed it wasn't too strange for someone to have liked her--he thought she seemed like a totally normal person before. Everything.

Knoll won't comment on her calm attitude regarding the situation. Maybe it's just how she handled things. ]

Did you... take a look through her journal?

[putrefied]

[She nods in response to that.]

She never said I couldn't, so I took a look before I brought it out here.

wednesday

[thawedheart]

[...they're literally the same height, but...

Yukina gives the book a dubious look, then examines the shelves carefully before shifting some of the books on the lower shelf aside. She... sure is going to attempt to climb up there.

It's probably a good thing she's wearing a hoodie and western-style clothes instead of her kimono.]

This one?

[Her fingers brush over one of the books on the higher part of the shelf.]

[putrefied]

Yeah, that's the one!

[Bless you, Yukina, for doing the work Saya can't be bothered to do herself.]

Be careful not to fall on your way down. You'll hurt yourself again.

[Said. So cheerfully. Sorry, Yukina.]