( 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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[lohengrins]

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without a beat: ]

Are you a fool?

[ heather, what the fuck. if you wanted that spinach, too bad because percival is already wheeling heather out of the freezer. he sets his first aid kit on the counter. ]

Akane, hand me the bandages and the septic. Heather, you're going to tell us what happened to you — I'll cook you soup later: your injuries come first. That's a matter of common sense.

[18x0]

[heather oh my god

Akane takes a moment to facepalm before getting Percy those first aid supplies.]

Why didn't you ask anyone for help?

[ungodly]

I—I forgot to wrap it this morning, okay?! And I don't know where Hajime is, she's been doing it!

[ :) she's a little busy right now, obviously. ]

Is it that noticeable? I didn't think anyone would find me.. [ clearly she had no idea she was.. dripping. ] I was.. trying to keep it a secret. But I think I'm gonna be in this thing for a while. Dammit..

[ she balls up her right hand into a fist and hits one of the arms with force, sinking down a little lower in it. at this point, she's aware she has no say in the matter as to where she goes — percival had taken the reins so she was at her mercy. she'll just rest her head on her hand and smush her cheek a little like a teen bored in class. ]

We went to the room in the hunting lodge. The locked one, obviously. There wasn't anything there. Nothing good, at least. Do we really have to talk about this right now?

[lohengrins]

Hajime was attending to a burn victim, since you all decided to get injured at once. And what did you intend to do if she couldn't wrap it? Pour soup all over your wound? [ irritated? him? never. he wets a rag with some septic and promptly places it onto her wounds, one by one. ] You left a trail in the hallway. That's generally what happens when you bleed. [ a sigh. ]

Who did you go with and what attacked you?

[18x0]

Heather, you shouldn't have tried to hide this. The only way we can make it through in this place is if we help each other.

[She's going to save the rest of the lecture for later, though. Now's the time to listen to what Heather has to say for herself.]