( 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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[nowyouseeit]

[shakes his head]

No, but planes just aren't the same, y'know? They're so simple.

And no one was around for me to throw them at until now.

[. . . uh oh, he's folding a paper plane now]

[vitamin_a]

You're not going to do what I think you're going to do, right?

[Apollo hasn't moved away. Looks like he's tempting fate]

[nowyouseeit]

I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, honestly.

[finishes folding the airplane]

[picks it up]







[and launches it at Apollo's head]

[vitamin_a]

[The airplane hits him right on the forehead, while Apollo simply let it happen, picking the airplane up in the air right while it was falling]

I knew you were going to do that.

[Apollo sits nearby]

If you're going to throw airplanes then let's make it a bit more meaningful: a competition. You know, throwing them as far away as possible, see who does it better. Do you want to try?

[It's not like Apollo has anything better to do, and distractions are sorely needed here. Anything to distract both himself and someone else, anything that doesn't involve thinking about the eyes that Apollo can feel growing on himself]

[nowyouseeit]

[he can kind of tell Apollo is doing this to cheer him up, and honestly? Kaito's not used to being on this side of things. but for now, for today, while he's trying to get used to only having full use of one hand, he'll take it]

Keh! If you make it a competition, I'm gonna kick your butt. You know that, right?

[vitamin_a]

I wouldn't make it a competition unless I knew I had a chance of winning!

[Like hell he's going to let you kick his ass, cheering up or not]

[nowyouseeit]

Only a chance, though! A chance isn't enough to save you.

[finishes his plane and holds it up, squinting one eye shut as he he takes aim at the air in front of them]