( 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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[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. ]