( 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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thursday is just Very Bad All Around

[wristbands]

[see chie. see chie at the front desk, looking like she's trying to write something on a request card. her right hand is heavily bandaged around the palm; it's a shame that it's her dominant hand, because she never really learned to write with her left. she's trying anyway, but without much success, leading her to grit her teeth in frustration.

a faceless man leans over in an attempt to offer assistance, but she shoves him away.]

L-leave me alone, I can handle—aghhhh...

[she probably shouldn't have used her injured hand to push the guy. cue her doubling over the desk, clutching at her right hand in what appears to be agonizing pain. in a few seconds, she slumps down from the desk and curls up in fetal position, holding her hand as close to her as possible.]

[ninjay]

[ CHIE YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

Are you kidding me right now, Chie?

[ he immediately kneels down in front of her, looking more disappointed than concerned. ]

[wristbands]

[she hisses through her teeth when he is by her side. she'd honestly hit him if that. didn't land her where she is right now.]

Sh-shut—shut up...

[ninjay]

There you go, you still have some bite in you.

[ it's said jokingly, but then his tone turns more serious. ]

Let me see your hand.

[wristbands]

[not even wanting to waste any more energy on bickering with him, she shakily holds his hand out to him, the rest of her body still curled up. like mentioned previously, bandages are wrapped tightly around her palm, the middle of it darkened red on both sides.]

[ninjay]

[ he just stares at the bandages before reaching out to take her hand in his... to immediately start undoing them. he wants to see the damage, gurl. ]

What mess have you gotten yourself into...

[wristbands]

[she'll let the wound explain the "mess" for itself.

when he unwraps the bandage, he'll see that her hand is, for lack of a better phrase, fucked up. the gash that runs through her hand is deep, enough to have gone through entirely. splintered bone juts out of her palm, angled even stranger than a piece of bone sticking out of someone's hand should be—probably as a result of her shoving the faceless man.]

[ninjay]

[ chie what the fuck ]

Please explain to me why you would refuse help from someone when you're in this condition?

[ this is... bad. ]

Do you have any painkillers? We need to get you a new bandage.

[wristbands]

I got help—[pause for more groaning]—f... forgot to not put any pressure on it. [she breathes deeply again] I'm all out of my own painkillers.

[ninjay]

Right. I'll be back.

[ he runs off and

presumably runs into dipper at some point this is easier as one thread ok ]

[pinesfortruth]

[and they're back with an appropriate amount of painkillers

like a lot]

And we're back. Question: what the heck did you get yourself into?

[pinesfortruth]

[what the fUCK]

Oh my gosh, Chie, are you okay?? I'll go get the first aid kit from Percival. He had to use it for-- actually, why is everyone injured today.

[wristbands]

[part of her mind wants to ask "everyone???" but most of her focus is on OW MY HAND??? so what comes out of her mind is a hissed]

D—do I look okay? Aghhh...

[pinesfortruth]

Yeah, dumb question. My bad. It's just your hand, right? [she's already got it wrapped up, so...] I'll get some painkillers-- what's wrong with it anyway??

[dipper just shut up and go get the painkillers]

[wristbands]

I...don't know if you really wanna know.

[yes please? because otherwise chie is just going to be here on the ground slowly dying??? (not really but, yknow)]

[pinesfortruth]

Alright, we can talk about the hand thing later-- I'll be right back, okay? Don't... pass out?

[flees]

[nowyouseeit]

[happy day before dieday, Yuggoth??]

What the-- oi! You okay?!

[crouches next to her with a D8 expression. he's one to talk since his arm is literally still immobile from his shoulder injury and thus he is still sporting the sling]

[wristbands]

[look, every day in yuggoth is dieday. chie's eyes are squeezed shut when kaito approaches her, so much so she almost does not register his comment. after a few seconds' delay, she says, almost growls,]

Y-yeah... perfectly fine.

[nowyouseeit]

[s-snorts wryly because this is the opposite of fine??]

Perc has a first aid kit. You should probably go see him.

[wristbands]

[she's painfully stubborn, but even so, she knows that this isn't something she should be trying to handle alone.]

Do... do you know where he'd be?

[nowyouseeit]

No, but--

[gently drops his good hand on her shoulder]

I can help you find him, if walking is difficult.

[Kaito she can't lean against your shoulder your shoulder is broken???]

[wristbands]

[she looks up at him—only now does she realizes he's also hurt, with him this close. she grimaces, if it's even possible for her frown to go any further.]

How many of us haven't gotten our asses kicked in some way? Sheesh...

[nowyouseeit]

[HA HA. . . he lets out a wry snort, his hand falling away]

I s'pose everyone here is a li'l too nosy for their own good.

[understatement]

What did you even do?

[wristbands]

[she scoffs, though it comes out as more of a pained sigh. traumatic physical injuries suck!!]

Long story. You can ask Akira or Heather... they found out more than I did.

[nowyouseeit]

[he winces in sympathy when she sighs in pain, instinctively lifting his own hand to curl his fingers into his sling]

. . . I'll make a note to ask 'em. But based on my own experiences, I'm guessing you guys went somewhere you weren't supposed to go.