( 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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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.]

[18x0]

[There's an extra note getting pinned to the side:]

Please stop. You're embarrassing yourselves and everyone else.

[nowyouseeit]

[KAITO WANTS TO BE GOOD SPICY AGAIN THIS WEEK SO]

+1

[notto disu shitto agen]

ADDENDUM - ONE HOUR LATER

[abhoth]

[Later on, another note has been added. The handwriting is similarly unfamiliar.]

To our Hunters,

We've been caught between two sides of a war. I understand this. You aren't making it very discreet.

Our Facilitators are looking for recruits. Cute, isn't it? It would be if you weren't failing us. Why haven't we heard from you? Do you think you're heroes with the weight of the world on your shoulders? Is that what it is?

Keep to yourselves and we're all going to suffer the consequences. You can't do this alone. You need us. You need the very same people you're supposedly protecting.

We're willing to help, but only if you're willing to receive.

Contact Craftly if you'd like to discuss this further. If you're a Facilitator looking to exploit this, please don't bother. I will tear out your throat with my bare hands. That's a promise :)

Yours truly,
🤔

ANOTHER ONE, ONE HOUR LATER

[abhoth]

[You all must be tired of these notes by now. But once again, another one appears. And for once, the reply is to someone other than the two arguing piss baby groups.]

We know you have no reason to trust us. From your perspective, it looks like we have done nothing. Believe it or not, we did not start these notes simply to antagonize the Prophets. It was our way to inform you all, as a whole, that there is more going on without outing ourselves. In fact, it was actually recommended to us to keep you in the dark for the entirety of this game. None of us liked it, but last week we found ourselves in a position where we were finally able to find a compromise.

If all of you wish to return home safely, and not in a casket, then there are certain things we cannot say in public or else it'll jeopardize the mission we were given. We will not approach you because you tell us to, but we will approach those who we trust to help. There are already some of you who know.

P.S. Mother isn't her real name. You should probably stop embarrassing yourselves over Mira's bad joke. Just a helpful tip!

TWO HOURS LATER

[abhoth]

I grow tired of this.

These Prophets and Hunters claim superiority over the rest of us by virtue of the knowledge they have been granted. What did they do to earn that knowledge, I wonder? What gives them the right to see when we must stumble blindly?

It is difficult to say which group aggravates me more; the ones who openly threaten and mock us, or those who feed us vague implications as if they are doing a kindness by dangling the truth just beyond our reach. Both treat us like children, patronizing us while they hide behind lies and misdirections. Both are despicable.

Prophets, you are my enemies. Hunters, I refuse to consider you allies. Without the security of a faction by my side, my only choice is to rely on myself. I will do what I believe to be the right thing based on what little information I have been given. Pray that I do not find any of you.

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ADENDUM - ONE HOUR LATER

[abhoth]

[Placed right next to the first note:]

Also, don't think we haven't realized the trap you've set this week. We won't be foolish enough to kill, let alone according to your desires.

[thawedheart]

[yukina's just gonna do something she's seen other people do]

+1

[it won't let me format it but she's underlined it like five times]

ONE MORE

[abhoth]

[Someone has desecrated the star symbol. A long, jagged tear streaks through the pupil. Whoever did it stabbed hard enough to damage the board. Right beside it are all-capital letters in marker with a simple message.]

I SEE YOU.

GO BACK TO POST-IT NOTE FIGHTS FOR ENTERTAINMENT

[fauxtetsu]

[ On Thursday morning after breakfast, there's a neatly written note pinned on bulletin board. Can handwriting look manly, idek but it's also signed. ]

To the deceased individual who wrote that message on my room's wall this morning:

No. Even if the name wasn't also smudged out like yours.

People are dying. You of all people know this.

-Nagasone

[fauxtetsu]

You can read it before I clean the ink up. I don't mind. -Nagasone

[fauxtetsu]

[ Trusting Andersen was a mistake, what else is new. Anyway he left the room door open because because he keeps running back to the supply closet to figure out how to clean it away. It's stubborn to get out. Like shippers. ]

[lohengrins]

[ it takes him a bit to make out the smudged writing, but the second it clicks-- ]

........

[fauxtetsu]

[ ROUND 3: Nagasone and wet sponge vs. Ghost writing
FIGHT! ]

I'm not entertaining them.

[lohengrins]

[ percival will help, now here with a wet sponge of his own. what's better than this, just guys being dudes. ]

It's not...coming off...

[fauxtetsu]

Pretend it's an exorcism. We're haunted otherwise—

[ Wait FUCK ]

I mean, I'm haunted! By stupid ghosts with nothing... Better... To do!

[ Scrub scrub scrub. Maybe with less manpride he could ask the staff for help?

...Later. ]

[lohengrins]

[ uhhhhh thanks for the confirmation, naga. percival is just...going to narrow his eyes and sigh, continuing to scrub with all his might. the writing doesn't budge, and the more ferociously percival scrubs and delves back into that bucket, the more transparent his shirt becomes.

wow. it doesn't have to be like this, you guys. ]

They can always write it again. It's better to not let it bother you -- I wouldn't expect your kin to fluster so easily.

[fauxtetsu]

At least he didn't write it on the note for everyone to see. He Knows, but it doesn't mean he's intending on playing it up.

Yeah, we're going to ruin the wall at this rate...

[ How to acknowledge the state of the Percy:

Toss a bath towel at him. Otherwise he'll catch a cold, fanservice shouldn't come at a price. ]

I can feel silly over the slip of the tongue! I was raised by that kind of person.

[lohengrins]

[ he's fought in a swimsuit before, nagasone! a cold is the least of his worries, but he'll take the towel regardlsss. a smirk inches across his lips. ]

Your Master must have been rather bashful, then. Huh. You'll have to tell me more about him.

[ something warm swims in his eyes. ]

You make me miss my own blade — it has weathered far too much, my own flames included...but it's seamless and steely nonetheless. A skilled swordsman can only be at his best with the right sword, after all.

...The Lohengrin has been with me ever since I began my journey. I wonder if it will remember me when the time comes.