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( MINGLE - WEEK 4 )
![]() 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! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |


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he doesn't seem to realize Yukina is speaking to him...]
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...excuse me...!
[She'll try talking a little louder!]
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nope. he is still eating his shirt and not moving.
maybe third time's the charm??]
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Yukina will wander a little bit closer, and wave a hand in front of his face.]
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[he... completely... did not see that coming, and his first jolt backwards at her hand means the chair unbalances. he attempts to flail his arms to catch himself but no can do, he just crashes to the ground. loudly.
he then just stares up at the ceiling. lying there.]
... Why is my shirt wet. [a beat] Hey, Yukina.
[at least he noticed her in his fall?]
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...uh.]
You were... chewing on it. [She pauses.] And... writing something?
...are you okay?
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Yep. Totally fine. [he stretches his shirt out and frowns down at it] Urghhh. I'm always writing something. That part's not weird.
[...doesn't. talk about the chewing]
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But... the other part is? The chewing?
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[this is believable, yes]
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[tmw even the most naive character still left alive doesn't believe you]
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Okay, so I might have a thing where sometimes when I'm sleep deprived I try to eat my own shirt. But just because I sometimes chew my shirt doesn't mean that's true.
[...dipper]