( 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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FRONT DESK

[abhoth]

[Come Monday morning, anyone who happens to stop by the front desk will notice something on the bulletin board has... changed. And not for the better.

Dave Strider's photograph now pictures him with a bloody nose and split lip, as well as electrical burns on his neck and head. Marty Mikalski's photo depicts him with the same deformed state his corpse was found in and blood over what little is visible of his torso. Rachel Claudius' picture, on the other hand, is relatively tame thanks to her injuries being in areas not shown in the photograph; her skin looks ashen and pale if nothing else. Finally, Mira is now depicted as little more than a headless, limbless torso soaked in blood. How nice.

And speaking of things that are nice, a silver tray adorned with garnishes has been set down on top of the front desk. Anyone who takes a closer look will find three severed index fingers, cut vertically halfway through to expose the bone as if they were meaty hotdog buns.]

NIGHT TERRORS

[abhoth]

[ Promptly at 7:00 AM on Monday morning, each resident will awaken as if their consciousness was not under their own control. No matter how well you slept or how snug you are in your bed, your eyes snap awake and your body feels full of energy. If you and your roommate glance to the front door of your room, you'll find a silver platter. Upon further inspection, there seems to be a folded envelope.

The contents read: ]

Dear residents,

Another week has begun and because of that, I must inform you of another challenge. This week your flesh and blood are not your own. Deformities will begin to appear on your body, felt and seen by you but invisible to the others. You, however, know the truth. Though you may deny it, the longer you allow this game to continue the more your body and soul will belong to this realm. This process will only be reverted through a test of your own strength: give us a death this week, and you will free yourself of this realm's clutches.

Wash up. Breakfast will be served shortly.

[ And like clockwork, characters will begin to gradually develop body horror. Be it eyes on their limbs, mouth and teeth where they do not belong, or other unsightly but painful transformations, their body will no longer be fully human. The transformation can be as mild or severe as desired, and can even be something as simple of going blind by the end of the week or having their limbs replaced by tentacles. This effect is a vivid hallucination only the person afflicted can perceive, but it will feel real to them. The night terrors will only stop after someone has been murdered on Friday. ]

CRAFTLY

[abhoth]

[As with last week, Craftly can be found manning the Lobby's front desk.]

NEWSPAPER STAND

[abhoth]

[This week, the newspaper stand reports:]

MISSING ITEMS:
- Hunting Lodge: Unloaded firearm.
- Grocery Store: Saw, knives
- Kitchen: Forks, a bowl

BULLETIN BOARD

[abhoth]

[On Monday morning, residents will find a new addition to the bulletin board behind the front desk. Someone has tacked a handwritten note to the bottom of the board, below the character profiles.]

To the false Prophets who have sold their humanity to Mother to satisfy their selfish desires: I know Mira is not the only one. I won't allow you to shift your guilt onto Craftly again. You are being Hunted.

[Any attempts to compare the handwriting to the motel's residents will fail to yield results.]

SECOND FLOOR INDOOR HALLWAY

[abhoth]

[Anyone passing by the Executive Suite will find Akane Kurashiki slumped against the door. She seems to be breathing.

Additionally, though Room 119's door is intact, there are splinters of wood all around it.]

[fauxtetsu]

[ fuck the door he can inspect that later. Right now he has a roommate to check on. By kneeling down, gently shaking her shoulder. ]

Akane? Akane!

[godly]

[He reads the note with a somewhat serious expression, exhaling a sigh afterwards.]

"Not the only one" and to "satisfy their selfish desires". So there are others here who would play this twisted game willingly.

[Comforting.]

Not without consequences, it would seem.

[lohengrins]

Craftly.

ADDENDUM, ADDED FOUR HOURS LATER

[abhoth]

[In the same handwriting as the note above, someone has added a second addition to the bulletin board. It reads:]

Points for the good intentions, but negative points for everything else. Were you trying to imitate Mira by being overly dramatic?

[empireofrats]

[GOD DAMMIT. EMILY PUTS FOUR MORE DRAWN PICTURES OF THE DEAD PEOPLE OVER THE ONES THAT ARE NASTY AND RUDE. >:(]

[abhoth]

Yes, Percival?

[lohengrins]

Do you have a role?

[thawedheart]

library - monday;
[The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.

Which is to say, when Yukina notices that the library is unlocked, she... can't keep herself from venturing inside, although her last visit was disastrous. She's still wearing Akira's hoodie (and likely will be for the rest of the week, unless he asks for it back), so she takes a deep breath and adjusts the hood as she looks around.

...the monster corpse makes her grimace.]

There's no way we'll be able to clean that up...

[rest in pieces, fluffy]

kitchen - tuesday;
[Look. She's been trying to develop a taste for coffee.

But sometimes, there's just nothing better than a good cup of tea, so Yukina can be found here, boiling water to start brewing it. She looks up when she hears footsteps -

And smiles, though there's something a little strained in her expression.]

Oh, hello! Would you like to join me?

lobby - wednesday;
[Yukina doesn't intend to be vain, but something she sees gives her pause as she's passing the mirror by the lobby's exit, and she steps in front of it to face it head on. Slowly, she brings a hand up to her forehead and brushes her bangs aside.

A moment later, she gasps.]

What is that- How is it...?!

[She seems a little. Well.

Distressed.]

botanical garden - thursday;
[She came here intending to relax.

...but, clearly relaxing is not happening. Yukina can't bring herself to stay still, so she's pacing restlessly among the flowers, occasionally stopping for a moment or two to examine a blossom before turning away from it and continuing her walk.

She's mumbling under her breath.]

...end this. There has to be a way to end this...

anywhere - anytime;
[Wildcard time! Want to plot something out? Hit me up by PM or at hungriest and I'll write a starter for us. Or just hit me with whatever here!]

[godly]

tuesday morning, lounge

[Light is setting up what appears to be a card game on a table before him. They’re basically Magic the Gathering cards, but since they were granted to him so generously by this place, the art on them is laughable at best. They mostly seem to consist of little troll people and clerics, because that’s exceedingly helpful.

He looks up at whomever approaches, and says rather blandly:]

Want to play? I don’t exactly know how, but we can make something up.

[(Distract him from the very disturbing oddities appearing on his arm… something that looks an awful lot like sharpened teeth in a messy row. He’s distinctly wearing long sleeves to ignore it, because it’s just a trick of the mind. It’s just a trick of the mind, it must be.)]

wednesday afternoon, library

[First thing's first, the dead monster here smells. Light grimaces, bringing up a hand to cover his mouth and nose as he looks at the dead, headless thing. Ugh.

(The (perceived) teeth on his left forearm hurts now, they gnash in his flesh, each movement excruciating when it happens. Thankfully they’re rather still… for now.)

As a result, his voice is a little muffled, a little strained.]

My question is… what was strong enough to take off its head?

wildcard

[As usual, feel free to hit me up at aurajen if you want something specific!]

[abhoth]

You have known my role since the very first day, did you not remember?

[lohengrins]

No, I meant one resembling our own. Like how Mira was Ths Ghost and so on.

[abhoth]

My answer remains the same, good sir.

kitchen - tuesday;

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll has always had a preference for tea, rather than coffee, though it seems whenever someone brews something, it draws him near. Such is the case now.

He notices the strain, but doesn't comment upon it. ]

Yes, I wouldn't mind. What kind of tea are you making?

[lohengrins]

Understood. How long have you resided here?

tuesday morning, lounge;

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll steps into the lounge, though the appearance of cards (it doesn't look like any he's familiar with) draw his interest. Any sort of potential distraction is liable to do so these days, though. ]

... Perhaps. We can conjure up some sort of involved strategy game, that has some sort of story concerning the pictures on the cards?

[thawedheart]

I'm not sure, exactly...

[The tin she found is just labeled "tea". It's not green tea, which is what she's used to, but... it'll do.]

But I've made it a few times before, and it's not bad. [She'll grab a second cup, then! So that once the tea is done brewing, she can pour them both some.]

[abhoth]

Far too long to give you a number, I'm afraid. Is this line of questioning going somewhere?

[breaksouls]

I. AROUND THE MOTEL - MONDAY

[Wherever she goes, Velvet is sneezing and coughing and generally not looking too well... It doesn't look like Velvet's doing anything to deal with that, though, since she's still walking around in her normal attire and going about her usual daily activities. After a huge sneeze, she mutters to herself,]

What the hell... did someone manage to smuggle a cat in here...

[Daemons can't catch colds. Even after being in a pool all night. And never wearing clothes. They can't.]

II. KITCHEN - TUESDAY

[As always, Velvet's in the kitchen. She might not be cooking for Dave anymore, but she's still cooking. This time, she's gathered a large amount of apples. She grabs one and begins to grate it into a bowl.]

III. LIBRARY - THURSDAY

[While part of her is drawn to the books, for Laphicet's sake, she can't help focusing on that daemon's corpse. Especially with other things going on this week... Velvet approaches the corpse and brandishes her arm. Nothing happens. Her arm is still human and bandaged, but she places her hand on its flesh as if expecting something.]

Of course... that'd be too good to be true, wouldn't it?

IV. WILDCARD

[As always feel free to let me know if you wanna do something else with Velvet!]

[lohengrins]

Is it bothering you?