( 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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[breaksouls]

This probably won't help with that-

[She says as she keeps grating the apples. Very important apples.]

But I can make you something else. Any preferences?

[blacktailed]

Something savory. Beyond that, surprise me?

[what's she even grating the apples for, Quer wants to know. a mystery is worth uncovering, even when it's this small.]

[breaksouls]

Got it.

[With that, she finishes with her apple and puts the gratings in the fridge or whatever for later. She starts making the surprise dish for Quer, focusing everything on it. When she's done, she presents a dish of what looks like karaage, complete with a side of lemon.]

Fried albatross, or the closest I can get to it here.

[blacktailed]

[there's a joke to be made here about giving a bird some other kind of bird to eat, but Quer won't make it. food is food.

sitting down off to the side, she takes a bite, and surprise is clear on her face.]

It's good.

[high praise from someone who a few weeks ago was basically telling Velvet to come at her.]

[breaksouls]

Yeah?

[Velvet squeezes the lemon on top and plops a piece into her mouth.]

I guess that's one good thing about this place. My cooking's getting better.

[blacktailed]

I don't know how to cook, so anything not burned is fine.

[she admits this so casually.]

[breaksouls]

Does someone else usually cook for you?

[blacktailed]

My food usually isn't cooked. I take whatever I can get - there normally isn't time to make it fancy.

[when you literally rip hearts out of chests, you gotta go for freshness.]

So I'm used to that. Not things like this or actually having time to make a meal.