( MINGLE - WEEK 5 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: ?? 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 motel, it seems like the Kitchen, Dining Hall and Disposal room are still under constructions. Meals will be served in the Pool/Outdoor Dining Area in the meantime. How quaint. As a reminder, we are now accepting murder proposals for Week 5! 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. Without any murders we can't have a murdergame, 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.

Ryou Bakura is the tamest of them all, his picture only featuring the injuries he possessed after his disappearance. L'arachel, similarly, only features splatters of blood on what little is seen on her body. The other pictures are not quite as tame. Apollo Justice is discolored, with a stab wound plainly visible on his neck. Seto Kaiba's head has been bashed in, the bullet wound on his shoulder featured in the shot. Aloy is, naturally, less of a person and more a mangled heap of flesh and bones after her little incident in the kitchen. Finally, Suzaku's eyes are dribbling out of their sockets, electrical burns all over his flesh and puncture wounds where the needles impaled him.

As per usual, there is a ceramic bowl on top of the front desk. Anyone who inspects it will find a pair of brown eyes inside, little bits of flesh sticking to them. Nice.]

[thawedheart]

[It's a morbid curiosity more than anything else that brings her back to the ceramic bowl this week. After the last couple of weeks? She knows she won't like what she finds there.

This time, she knows to steady herself before she looks.

...a pair of eyes?

A single... pair of eyes? But there had been three sets of body parts, last week and the week before. Looking troubled, Yukina backs away.]

[rextenebrae]

[ He puts down a small piece of paper down nearby the bowl with writing upon it--it's not the most elegant of his handwriting, but it'll do. It reads:

'Before you look into the bowl, you may wish to know that there is a pair of brown eyes inside.'

Knoll doesn't know if it'll help, if it'll backfire, or if he's not too late, but honestly, he's tired of looking at these things, and other people are probably tired of it too. ]

[willremember]

Huh. I expected an ear.

[empireofrats]

[Ryou, L'arachel, Apollo, Seto, Aloy, and Suzaku all get new portraits that isn't at all NASTY and GROSS. L'arachel is, of course, sparkling in badass armor because she is a great demon slayer.]

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 you will see visions of those you hold dear. They will be injured, maimed and perhaps even killed. Though no one else will share these visions with you, in your heart you know them to be true. Your loved ones are in great peril. Surely, they will perish without your aid... But do not fret: we have a proposition for you. Give us a death this week, and secure their lives for eternity.

Wash up. Breakfast will be served by the pool.

[ And like clockwork, characters will begin to gradually develop vivid hallucinations. They will see their loved ones get maimed or murdered by an unidentifiable assailant. As the week progresses, the hallucinations will become worse. One possible evolution of the night terror is seeing the face of one of their fellow survivors on the assailant. Another possibility is having the mangled corpses of their loved ones follow them around, whispering in their ear how they failed to save them. In all cases, the hallucinations will become more explicit and gruesome by the end of the week. And for those who have no loved ones in their canon, you're free to play around with who the character will see get injured/killed. The night terrors will only stop after someone has been murdered on Friday. ]

CRAFTLY

[abhoth]

[This week, Craftly will be found leading the reconstruction of the areas affected by the explosion. Mind the power tool noises.]

[ninjay]

[ jay is covering his ears. why must this eternal headache continue. ]

Still nothing from Dipper and Mabel, I take it?

NEWSPAPER STAND

[abhoth]

[This week, the newspaper stand reports:]

MISSING ITEMS:
- Pool/Outdoor Dining Area: Lighter fluid, matches, charcoal, BBQ forks.
- Grocery Store: Carving knife

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 profiles. Any attempts to match the handwriting to one of the current survivors will result in failure.]

It's the fifth week. Getting comfortable yet? Too bad, because it's way more comfortable over here.

But I wouldn't mind the company. Let's see how many of you will join me this week, seeing as how your Hunters are too pathetic to save you.

[The message is signed with a familiar symbol.]

ADDENDUM - TWO HOURS LATER

[abhoth]

[And, like last week, there's another note tacked to the bottom of the original.]

You're dead, Mira. Haven't you ever heard of resting in peace? The noose around your necks may be tightening faster than you think.

Maybe when we rescue the dead we'll leave you behind, since you like it so much.

[The handwriting is, again, unfamiliar.]

LOBBY

[abhoth]

[On Monday morning, someone has released a pack of small, grotesque frog-like creatures in the Lobby. They seem to be screaming in unison, jumping back and forth and dribbling slime everywhere they touch — including the furniture, walls, floor and even the residents themselves.

Someone should probably, uh, get rid of them.]

[empireofrats]

[The pool net Emily retrieved doesn't have enough concave to it for capturing the frogs... but it works as a decent corral, and she's trying her best to get them to hop on so she can pick them up.

And, uh, get them out of the lobby.

But when they get hopped to the wall and cornered, instead of hopping on the net, they hop in another direction while screaming furiously. Feelsbadman.]

[rextenebrae]

Monday afternoon; various places

[ In the afternoon, Knoll spends most of his time near the edge of the city, looking intently out at the fog, and within the City Hall. Though, he can be briefly found other places, outside of the motel.

He's a bit lost in his thought as he meanders, with seemingly little purpose--he's vaguely searching for the children, even though he knows that he should just wait a little longer. Everyone who has gone "missing" outside of murder shenanigans seems to have end up just fine. Mostly. ]

Tuesday; Library

[ Knoll can be found in the library today, sitting on the floor with books surrounding him in a disorderly pile. He's writing something on a piece of paper--he's using a book to make it easier to write on. He doesn't seem to react much if someone were to come closer, and if someone were to peek over his shoulder, they'd be able to see him doodling down just the symbols displayed all around the library. Nothing more, nothing less. ]

Do you know of the author named H.P. Lovecraft--and if you do, would you happen to know if he was a scientist as well?

Wednesday morning; Botanical Garden

[ The dark mage enters into the garden at some point, collecting a few flowers on hand...or perhaps a little more than a few given how many he was holding. However, even though five had recently passed last week as victims, there was easily more than six flowers he's gathered in total.

He seems rather distracted. ]

Wildcard

[ If someone wants to go for a different option than those listed, feel free! ]

Tuesday

[18x0]

He was a very famous and influential author in my world. He had an interest in science, but no particular expertise.

[Akane recites the information in a dull tone, not facing Knoll directly. She looks very tired.]

i, a mod, must shitpost

[gamerscore]

monday afternoon
[ So, by the time most of the frogs are rounded up, there would be a few missing. Luckily, Chiaki was not touching them and instead opted for the net as well, but — the sound of screaming frogs can echo in the outdoor patio area. Chiaki wades herself into the shallow end of the pool with a bucket and lid. The muffled screams of the frogs were heard and if anyone would ask what she was doing... they'd see different colored ribbons ripped from fabric on the side of the pool. Blue, Red, Yellow, and Green.

Oh, yes. Chiaki is ready for a frog race. It's close to video games, right? ]


wednesday evening
[ Chiaki was somber, moreso than usual. She's perched on the front steps leading up to the second floor, scribbling tirelessly into the walkthrough she's developed for the "game". Since I, a mod, am lazy and not updating it right now, it spans across the weeks and offers tip. They can see one big highlighted section in yellow:

Pro-tip: do not go out into the fog. ...It's not nice...

She won't respond if you say her name a few times, it would actually take someone nudging her to snap her out of her zone. ]

wednesday

[splinten]

[That's fine. Dirk is good at nudging.]

Nice, a GameFAQ. What happens if you go into the fog?

[thawedheart]

pool and outdoor dining area - monday;
[They spent way too much time here over the weekend, but when it comes down to it... she doesn't know where else to go.

Was it really only a week ago that she'd been here with Ryou? They'd chatted, they'd laughed, they'd played cards together. He'd been so excited to get his deck back and teach her more about the game... now all that's left is an empty chair in front of her and her own bootlegged Pokemon cards, which they'd attempted to turn into Duel Monsters cards by scribbling in ATK and DEF points.

...it's not the same. It's really not the same, and her expression is glum as she looks through the cards in her own deck.]

Ryou-san... I'm sorry. [She knows he probably can't hear her. But the dead have been reacting to things, haven't they? So... maybe. It's a slim, fragile hope, and since she doesn't know who the Medium is, this is the best she can do.] ...I'm sorry I wasn't able to do more for you.

library - tuesday;
[She's rallied, a little. Or, at least, she's trying to distract herself. Yukina's not sure that she can ever forgive herself for taking a life, but she wants to do what she can to protect others while she's here - and that means she has to find something productive to do with her time.

Apparently, that means reading. It's unlikely that she'll find anything especially useful, but knowledge is power, and so she's gathered a variety of books on various topics to pore over.

Right now? She's intently reading one on medicine. ...unfortunately, they don't have access to most of the supplies that are described. From time to time, she seems to hear something, looks up and to the left -

And then flinches, returning her attention to the book.]

laundry room - wednesday;
[It's baffling to her that, even amidst... everything, that they still need to worry about laundry. But, they do. So she can be found here quietly working on laundry, though occasionally she scrubs a little bit too hard, as if she's trying to focus on anything but whatever she seems to be hearing or seeing.

Some of the water sloshes out from the tub she's working with, and she gasps as she realizes she might have splashed someone.]

Ah! I'm sorry...

library again - thursday;
[You can only run so far from your own demons before they catch up with you. But Yukina is trying, frantically ducking past the shelves, glancing back over her shoulder periodically with terror before she finally decides to focus on only looking straight ahead.]

—stop it! Stop it! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

[She hears footsteps, and she's not sure anymore if it's someone who's actually there, or if it's all a product of her own mind. Or if it's real, even if it is a product of her own mind. She can't bring herself to look. Eventually, she has the misfortune to trip, and instead of picking herself back up, she puts her hands over her face to keep from being tempted to look at whoever or whatever is approaching.]

I'm sorry I couldn't save anyone. I can't save anyone...

anywhere - anytime;
[Wildcard option! You know the drill, come at me with anything if none of the above works or hit me up at hungriest to plot and I'll write a tailored starter.]

thursday!

[shoelickingshit]

[ he's here to be the worst comfort?

Tsurugi does look a bit off his game though! You know, not as chipper as he usually does, his actions aren't as energetic as they usually are, but he does notice Yukina as she just. . . Trips.

Oh gee. ]

Yuki-chan.

[ He'll approach her closer after saying that. ]

It's just me.

[breaksouls]

I. POOL - MONDAY

[Since there's no longer a kitchen, she's stuck out here when it comes to cooking. As the faceless men serve their meals, Velvet prepares her own poolside cuisine, with plenty of grilled meat and vegetables. There's way more food than one person can eat, so why not grab a plate and have a pool party with a daemon? If Velvet's been a nagging mom or annoying in-law throughout her time here, now is the time for that sweet barbecue dad vibe.]

II. OUTSIDE VELVET'S ROOM - WEDNESDAY

[Mysterious noises can be heard in the hallways. Although her door is locked, Velvet's voice can be heard clearly.]

51... 52... 53...

[Occasionally in the middle of her counting, she might make a pained sound. There seems to be some deal of effort in whatever she's doing.]

93... 94...

[And suddenly there's a loud clattering noise! It sounds like something being thrown or hitting the floor, but what could it be? And what is Velvet even doing? After the sudden stop, she's gone silent...]

III. LOUNGE - THURSDAY

[Velvet sits alone at at a table for two, nursing a cup of water because she's 19 and can't drink. She looks annoyed as she speaks to no one, sure she must look like Arthur did when he spoke to malakhim.]

It's been a while, huh. Not like sleeping's gotten any easier.

IV. WILDCARD

As always let me know if there's anything you want to do with Velvet!

ii. outside velvet's room - wednesday;

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll is too worried to ignore the sound when he's coming up to the second floor, so he unlocks the door to what is also technically his room and goes to open the door-- ]

Velvet?

[ninjay]

monday, pool

[ jay can be found at the pool again this week. instead of sitting at one of the tables though, he's sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. if you're passing by, it will seem like he's completely ignoring you, until without warning he'll look in whatever direction you're in and ask: ]

What are gods like in your world?

tuesday, lounge

[ sitting at a table at the lounge, jay is reading!

or... he's trying to read. every single time the buzzsaw intensifies he just slowly looks up, sighs deeply, then goes back to reading. this continues for a while, and if you watch closely you can almost count down the seconds until-- ]

If you were going to blow something up, why couldn't you do it away from the motel?!

[ HE'S SO TIRED. the faceless men continue their construction work from their respective locations, unaware of this outburst. ]

wednesday, museum

[ like everyone else, the night terrors over the past few weeks have been getting to jay. he has, however, maintained his composure for the most part while in public. he doesn't like it when other people know something's getting to him, after all.

this night terror, though? well. if you decide to stop by the museum, there's a good chance you might just trip if you're not looking where you're going. jay is crouched down on the ground, his arms wrapped around his legs and his head resting against them. when he hears you approaching, he'll slowly lift his head up. jay's expression is fairly neutral, except for the fact that his eyes look pretty dead inside honestly. he ain't doing too well this week. ]

MONDAY

[breaksouls]

Pretty useless, honestly.

[She's gone through so much trouble on their behalf and they'll probably still destroy the world.]

They're called Empyreans. Hyanoa, Musiphe, Eumacia, Amenoch, and... Innominat.

[willremember]

Monday Evening, Clinic

[ From Monday morning until just before curfew, Clementine is suspiciously absent. For those who have been paying attention, she is usually doing obsessive-compulsive rounds, circling Yuggoth. But not today.

Then, in the late evening, she can finally be found rummaging through the clinic, trying to treat and wrap up some slight burns on her hands. When she has finished treating herself as best she can, she will head straight to her room. Would you like to intercept at the clinic or motel? ]

Tuesday Evening, Clinic

[ Once again, Clementine is straight up gone during the morning and day time. And once again, she can be found late in the evening in the clinic. If you saw her yesterday, the burns look only slightly worse, just spreading a bit further up her arms. She isn't even really trying to treat them, this time. Just... Sitting in the clinic like she's patiently listening to someone. ]

Wednesday Evening, Diner

[ Jesus Christ Clementine whatever you are doing, STOP. Her daily 'go get hurt' quest seems to have ended early today, and she can be found in the diner, passing the time by listening to music. But judging by her dark expression, she isn't really enjoying it. Her hands are bandaged up to her elbows and the usual scars and scabs that can be seen around her face and collar from doing Clementine Things™ look red and irritated. ]

Then what are we supposed to do?

Thursday Afternoon, Lounge

[ After her terrible decisions, Clementine is just going to. Take it easy in the lounge. As best she can. There's a deck of cards in front of her, but she hasn't touched her game of solitaire in a solid ten minutes. These night terrors are really fucking her over and it may be hard to get her attention because she's apparently snapping at no-one: ]

Go away, go away!

tuesday; clinic

[splinten]

I can help.

[He sits down beside her.]

??? - 6:00 PM

[abhoth]

[At 6:00 PM, anyone who walks past the Game Room will notice its doors are wide open.

Three characters maximum in this thread, thank you!]

[blacktailed]

[a new door open? well. that's suspicious. and also intriguing.

Quer's decidedly poking her head in here.]

Monday - Post 6pm

[pinesfortruth]

[in the hallway outside the executive suite, there is a mess of things: the missing Pines twins, bloody and missing an eye each, Dirk, who bodily carried them there, Heather in her wheelchair and Quer with acid wounds all over the place.

You don't need to see it to know this mess is happening though, because you can hear Dipper's voice from pretty far away]

Siamese twins, Mabel? That's the first thing you come up with?! A giant spider ate OUR EYES!

[pinesforyou]

[Mabel's still smushing her mutilated face against his]

[she is awfully chipper for someone who was kidnapped and mutilated and lost an eye]

Hey, at least it wasn't a spider lady pretending to be a regular lady and flirting with Grunkle Stan this time!

[lohengrins]

❥ tuesday morning; first floor

[ if you venture downstairs, mainly around the current reconstruction site you'll see...percival? not only aiding the faceless men in their endeavors, but also carrying debris and tools back and forth as though he's become...one of them.

he's tireless -- his stamina is practically infinite. it's a little terrifying, and he never seems to stop. ]

Oi. Move -- you're going to get hurt if you linger around here.

[ he's carrying four buckets worth of construction materials, and they should weigh an upwards of 150 lbs -- yet he's doing it effortlessly. this is literally impossible, but...

not today. or tomorrow. ]

❥ tuesday afternoon; pool

[ percival is still going at it. now, he's swimming laps in the pool, adorned in the appropriate attire to match. after his...seventh lap (that is not an exaggeration, unfortunately...) he emerges from the pool, slips on his dress shirt and combs his fingers through his hair. ]

An appropriate amount of exercise is necessary, even in these circumstances. Oh--...! [ he's excitable today. why? he can't tell you, but he is. ] I can teach you how to strengthen your body, if you so desire.

❥ tuesday evening; lounge

[ percival is...exactly the same as he was before, what the fuck. except this time, he's sitting in the lounge with some strips of cloth, a straight edge knife, a bucket of water, septic, and his first aid kit. ]

If you have any bedsheets or clothes to spare, give them to me. I'm attempting to sterilize enough bandages to last us the next two weeks.

❥ wednesday afternoon

[ he's. still at it. it's as though he's suddenly become superhuman. here he is at the library, a stack worth of books adjacent to him. ]

I intend to read everything this library withholds. Wait-- [ he's still oddly energetic. ] I can be of service to you as well. Tell me what you need.

❥ wildcard

percy will only be this goddamn weird on tuesday and wednesday, otherwise yeah hit him up anytime anywhere

pool

[breaksouls]

[Wow. That's really all she can say because this is... Wow. It's kind of annoying honestly. Given how much time she's spending by the pool cooking, Velvet's decided to go for a swim herself. She's wearing the same swimsuit she wore when she had to stay in the gunk, though it's obviously been washed since then.]

Don't need you to.

[She sits down at the edge of the pool, not really kicking her legs in the water but they're in a similar position. In comparison to Percival, she looks quite relaxed.]

[nowyouseeit]

tuesday - library

[Kaito is sitting outside the library today]

[literally. outside the library, his back leaning up against the wall, legs spread out and covering one of the many sigils surrounding the building. he has. . . well. he has an opened box of Connect Four sitting next to him, and is currently playing himself (also: he's winning). as usual, the arm of his injured shoulder is resting in a sling, and honestly? that sling probably isn't going anywhere anytime soon.]

[if anyone gives him weird looks or asks him what he's doing, he'll just shrug and continue on with his game like nothing out of the ordinary is happening, here]

The motel's too loud with all the construction, and the inside of the library is too stinky. I needed to find some peace and quiet somewhere.

. . . don't look at me like that.

thursday - botanical garden

[this is the worst night terror of them all]

Ao--!

[anyone hanging around the gardens today can hear that strangled, aborted cry, considering how loud it was. investigating it will reveal Kaito, standing near the fountain, the hand of his good arm clutching the edges of it so tightly his knuckles are white. his eyes are shut tight, head bowed, brows furrowed. at his feet are a few scattered roses and irises. he's been collecting them]

Damn it, she's not even here. . .

[he mumbles to himself as he releases the side of the fountain and scrubs at his face. get yourself together, Kuroba]

wildcard

[hit me up at rogueclass if you'd like something specific!]

tuesday

[pinesfortruth]

I wasn't judging the sitting spot, I was judging the solo-Connect Four playing.

[gosh, shady, get it right. Luckily for Dipper, his judging stare remains unaffected by there being one less eye to judge, so he just squints at the game]

Sooo. Who's winning? Kaito or Kid?

[...that joke was bad]

[18x0]

Tuesday - diner

[Akane can be found here through almost the entire day, sitting on a barstool with her eyes closed. It appears she's listening very intently to a selection of classical music. She might not have even noticed you come in.]

Wednesday - pool

[Late in the day, you might come across her sitting at one of the tables, crying. Not just quiet weeping, either - this is the full ugly cry, with loud sobbing and tear stains all over the place. Yikes.]

wednesday

[fauxtetsu]

[ Well, this isn't the first time this has happened, so time to embrace his inner oniichan. ]

Ah.

[ He's got a clean towel for her. He's going to touch her on the shoulder to catch her attention, if the sobbing and the hallucinations have her completely preoccupied. ]

Hey... Is it the Night Terrors?

[blacktailed]

tuesday - botanical gardens:

[she's made her way here again, the burn on her face from yesterday fresh. she doesn't seek to hide it, there's no hood to mask it, but she's not necessarily happy about it. it still was there, marking her face. it wouldn't be tolerated back home.

somehow she's managed to climb the fountain to stand on the very top point, and she's perched on top, surveying everything, long black hair fluttering a little in the breeze.]

What to do...Xiaowei...

[her voice is soft, but it can still be heard in the quiet of the gardens.]

wednesday - dark room:

[she stands outside of it, of course, with her hand on the doorknob. quiet like this, she's considering something, before she pulls the door shut, resting her forehead on the wood. muttering something under her breath, she straightens up and turns, but instead of what the visions are showing her, she sees someone else.

surely you both can put what that was behind you.]

thursday - hunting lodge:

[at this point, she's taking a page from Heather's book, and coming away here. she still doesn't get the guns that well, their power jumping like a strange beast in one's hands. but they are loud. they do seem to chase away whispering, if only for a second.

aim, breathe deep, fire. it hurts her ears, but it's worth it, and she's beginning to not twitch at the feeling of the gun kicking back with the pull of the trigger.]

wildcard:

[anything not mentioned? hit me up anyway.]

thursday

[ungodly]

[ heather wanders here today. quer will notice she's without her wheelchair — she can't walk incredibly well, but she's functional. ]

I see I inspired a new hobby for you.

[ and it looked like she was adapting incredibly well to them, too. ]

[ungodly]

WEDNESDAY, BOTANICAL GARDEN

[ heather has been here all day. her wheelchair's with her, but she isn't in it — she's walking again! very slowly, and with a slight hobble, but she can do it without it hurting too much.

either way, you might be more curious about what she's doing here. she's picking flowers! very specific flowers. after she's accrued a decent amount of them, she's taking a bowl she borrowed from the kitchen and is crushing it with a mortar. she looks incredibly focused on this task.

at some point, she decides to take a break. she wipes a few beads of sweat from her forehead. ]

Definitely hot enough to be doing this today.

[lohengrins]

[ percival settles beside her, a brow furrowed as he simply observes. ]

I can help -- I'd like to see the finished product, after all.

POOL - THURSDAY MORNING

[abhoth]

[Anyone who swings by the pool on Thursday will find Girge Albatross submerged in the waters, despite their foul odor and sludge-like consistency. It doesn't seem like he's able to get out.]

[disinterested]

[He's bored. :/]