( 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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[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.