( 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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[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.]

[willremember]

[ she startles a bit, no matter how blatant he was about coming into her line of sight. she has to shake off hallucinations ]

Thanks.

[splinten]

No problem.

[He is calm and methodical with the treatment. Dirk has been playing around with welding torches since he was a kid; he has more than enough experience with burns. He tries not to hurt her, but he also won't spare her pain if it will mean she's more safe.]

I'd be interested to know how you got these.

[He won't ask who she was seeing. The answer is someone she cares about.]

[willremember]

[ Luckily Clementine knows that's just how it has to be. She won't complain, even if she does whimper and hiss a bit sometimes when it hurts particularly bad. ]

I'll tell you another time. It - I don't even think it matters.

[ She figures they're all suffering similar hallucinations. And she figures there's not much point in asking who Dirk sees, either. ]

[splinten]

Maybe not, but I'd be willin' to talk about it anyway.

[Of course he has his own visions. So very carefully, he has been focusing on her injuries. It is much easier to tend to these than to think about anything else. He's almost reluctant when he finishes and pulls away.]

Have you eaten anythin' today?

[willremember]

Okay.

[ When he's finished, she flexes her hand. Which is a terrible idea, because it makes her sort of curl over silently in pain. But she stays that way for a moment longer and has to wait for someone to shut up for a second before she can reply to his question. ]

I ate this morning.

diner

[pinesfortruth]

About what?

[dipper is aware of the high probability clementine was talking to herself, but he decides to ask anyway]

[willremember]

About everything. About this place.

[pinesfortruth]

[that obviously stumps him]

That's... a pretty good question. [he frowns a bit] I know it seems hopeless and impossible right now, but the only thing we can do is keep trying.

[willremember]

I... Yeah. I know. I just don't know what else to try. I looked for information and it's like it's all a dead end.

[ after a moment she kind of. realizes who she's talking to. ]

... How are you doing?

[pinesfortruth]

I think the people who have the most information right now are the guys keeping it from us on purpose. We can't do anything unless we have all the pieces. It's-- so frustrating, and then they keep just writing down notes like it's going to help us feel better when people are dying.

[he doesn't expect the question somehow, and it takes him aback for a second]

As good as anyone can be after having their face chewed up by a spider in a place with minimal access to first aid?

[so: good enough for sarcasm]

[willremember]

I keep thinking we should be posting all of the information we have. That way no one feels vulnerable about revealing themselves and what they've been doing.

But instead we're just passing stupid notes.

[ she looks over his face. yeah that's. not ideal. ]

I've seen worse. What happened to the spider?

wednesday evening

[nowyouseeit]

[it's hard not to notice those bandages, or her talking to herself, so. . .]

Oi. . . are you okay?

[willremember]

[ she sort of. holds up her arms, meaning to show 'well at least i still have all my limbs.' but it's not like bandages are particularly reassuring. ]

I'm alright. Good as you can be, here.

[nowyouseeit]

[they aren't, and the worry is evident in the creases of his brow]

Did you go exploring?

[that's usually how people got injured, here]

[willremember]

I wanted to check on something.

[ So. Yes?? ]

[nowyouseeit]

D'you mind if I ask what? Or would you rather be mysterious about it and keep it a secret?

[it's a light joke, punctuated by a small smile]

[willremember]

Just... [ you know what she's kind of giving up on secrecy. And she trusts Kaito. A lot. ] If we could get to the radio tower. Or the other cities. I thought there might be something there to help us.

But I think I was wrong.

tuesday;

[pinesforyou]

Let doctor Mabel handle this!

[Mabel, herself, who is missing an eye, has messed up depth perception, and is wobbly...]

[willremember]

[ Clementine will humor her until it is painful to do so... You have to learn somehow. ]

Sure.

[pinesforyou]

[she just starts sticking bandaids all over Clem]

[then draws a happy face on those bandaids]

My medicine's working!

[willremember]

[ if Mabel weren't injured she would probably be blunt that this doesn't help but. ]

Yep. Feeling better already.

[pinesforyou]

Where else does it hurt?

[Why does she do this to herself]

[willremember]

I think you've got it all covered. Wouldn't want you to run out of those if someone else needs them.