( 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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[potentite]

[Tuesday | Diner]
[Like usual he's made his weekly trip to the diner to listen to music. He's not paying much attention to it this time, though, so I get to link whatever, like this song.

Usually he comes here to work on figuring out something but today he's sitting under the jukebox, staring blankly at the floor. He's pulled his knees up to his chest so he can rest his chin on them but it looks more like he's hugging himself more than anything. He may not notice if you approach, so you might have to speak up.]


[Wednesday | Gardens]
[Jake is just kind of lying there on his back, staring at a bunch of buttercups, frowning to himself. At least he's not dead? He just seems unhappy and keeps shifting and grimacing like he's in pain. He keeps rubbing at his stomach and itching his arms.]

—and the thing is, I think if this Mother figure really is like Imhotep, then we're in even greater peril, because Imhotep only feared cats and Hell and we have no cats, and we're already in some sort of Hell.

[Also he's talking to plants so that's a thing.]


[Wildcard]
[Jake will be out and about Tuesday and Wednesday while spending Monday and Thursday at the motel so feel free to make up something or hit me up at astronomia!]

gardens

[willremember]

[ Clementine hears him from a small distance away and follows his voice. And then just sort of. Stands there waiting to be noticed, listening to him with her eyebrows raised.

don't talk to plants

also what is Imhotep what even is anything ]

[potentite]

[Jake feels eyes on him, which isn't actually that strange here, but just in case he looks up and sees her. He rubs at his stomach, waving a little with his other hand.]

Salutations, Clementine. Did you come out here for a walk?

[willremember]

[ She comes closer, but still just stands over him and looks down. ]

I guess so. That's about all I know to do around this place.

... Who are you talking to?

[potentite]

Oh, uh...

[He pauses, sheepish, before gesture at the flowers.]

I seem to be turning into one of these, so I thought... I should chat with them?

[willremember]

[ She looks him over for a long moment, then glances down to her own arm. ]

... Is that what it's looking like, to you? Becoming a plant?

[potentite]

Yes. Or I... assume that's what it is? [He grips something she can't see above his stomach.] It's growing out of me here. This is the, uh, stem? And the rest is just... in my veins and organs and... well, yes.

[willremember]

That sounds painful.

[ and kind of. pretty? in a way? better flowers than rot, but she thinks better of saying that particular thought out loud. ]

[potentite]

It is... incredibly painful. I just... have to keep hoping it's fake. I know Craftly's letter left that rather ambiguous but...

[willremember]

This place does stuff to fuck with us all the time. Real or fake doesn't matter, just whether it's permanent or not.

And I doubt it is.

[potentite]

A good way to look at it. Though, these only stop when someone is murdered, don't they?

[Not that he really wants to become a plantman but he's not exactly eager for that either.]

[willremember]

It's happened every week, so I wouldn't worry about it.

[ she is coming at that from the wrong angle but okay ]

[potentite]

You really have had a difficult time, huh? It's given you an unique outlook.

wednesday

[breaksouls]

[Just gonna sneak up behind him, carrying some herbs like she was the other time in the garden. Herbs are good.]

If that's the case, it's more likely I'm Imhotep.

[potentite]

[He jumps but tips his head back to look at her, blinking.]

You're afraid of cats?

[breaksouls]

I'm allergic.

[It's not something she'd usually admit, but because there are no cats here and no chances of cats being here... She doesn't care as much.]

[potentite]

Oh, that's a shame. I'm more of a dog person myself, not that I've ever had a dog or a cat.

[breaksouls]

Me too. Dogs are more loyal after all. They won't betray you.

[And no cat is worth sneezing all the time, whether it's a cat or a Katz.]

We... I mean- I guess, I have two dogs. They're daemons too, though.

[potentite]

Do they have names? Are they like normal dogs even though they're daemons?

[breaksouls]

Orthie and Russ. And yeah, for the most part. I'd say they're closer to scaredy cats than normal dogs, though.

[potentite]

I like their names. They sound awfully sweet. I never pictured you as a pet person, though.

[breaksouls]

It's not like that. They're not really my pets... it'd just be troublesome if we didn't take care of them.

[potentite]

[He chuckles.] But you sound pretty fond of them despite that.

[breaksouls]

Huh? I do...? I guess it's cause they used to belong to a friend of mine. But the only reason I'm keeping them alive is because they're useful to me.

[curedham]

[casually (or about as casual as she ever gets), like she was a part of this conversation the whole time, or like she's just kind of deciding that she was:] All demons are cast out of some Hell or another; this is just as well their domain and there is no reason for fear it. As such, that is not the sort of peril that need be feared. If that is not the way, then there is another.