( 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]

Who makes a shelf this high? It doesn't make sense.

[This doesn't answer her question in the slightest, of course.

And so, Light figures that since he's so close to the book anyway, he'll just jump for it. He does, and it gains him a few inches off the ground, just enough for his fingertips to grab at the book.

It isn't a clean grab, and the book falls to its side, sliding off the bookshelf completely and landing on the floor. The shelf itself seems to go crooked from the sudden movement, as it wasn't very sturdy to begin with, apparently.]

There.

[There.]

[putrefied]

[Well.

That worked, at least.

Saya stares at the book on the floor for a couple of seconds, before promptly bursting out laughing.]

Pffft— Haha, thank you! [YOU DIB IT, LIGHT.] I'll ask for your help again if I need to get something off the shelf, mister.

[If only because she thinks this is hilarious.]

[godly]

[A hand rests on his hip, and he can't help but just... heavily sigh as she laughs at him.]

What's so funny? [DON'T LAUGH AT HIM???] I reached it, didn't I?

[putrefied]

You did! But you made it a lot harder for you than it had to be, you know.

[Still kind of giggling, covering her mouth with her hand.]

It's a strange thing to do, that's all.

[godly]

What was the alternative?

[He makes gesture with one hand, motioning at their surroundings.]

I don't exactly see a step stool just lying around here.

[putrefied]

Oh? [Tilting her head, like she still thinks he's hilarious.] So you looked for one before helping me?

[godly]

[He will needlessly argue this point straight into the ground. Light Yagami, ladies and gentleman.]

I'm observant. I take stock of what in a room when I enter it. And unless there's a step stool under that headless monster, I didn't notice one even before I helped you.

[look just be happy he got your book for you]

[putrefied]

Mm, there might have been one behind all the shelves or the monster — but it's fine. It doesn't really matter now, since you got my book for me.

[Light, can you chill. Even Saya thinks he's being ridiculous right now. But at this point, she just plucks the book off the ground.]

[godly]

[Well, now that that's settled--!]

...You're welcome. [He eyes the book, more specifically, its title.] Do you have an idea of what that one is about? Or are you just picking books at random?