( 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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[godly]

[His response is an immediate shake of his head. And only if you want to shatter his pride into a million tiny pieces to you want to suggest feeding his arm, Yukina.

He picks up the card he had dropped, brow still knitted out of pain, but his composure is slowly coming back to him, much like a tide returning to shore. He offers it back to her.]

I doubt it. It's just a matter of waiting, like usual.

[He can't imagine what it'll be like later, and it's only Tuesday.]

[thawedheart]

[She will spare his pride and not offer to feed his weird arm-mouths.

It's probably better that way.]

Perhaps, but... [It doesn't seem fair. Nothing seems fair, really, and the sooner she accepts that, the better.] ...well, let's keep playing. [She indicates the cards.] A distraction might help...