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( MINGLE - WEEK 5 )
 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! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |
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[ people just love dying too much. either way, heather braces herself when she sees dirk going for the lightswitch. she may be in a wheelchair, but she has a knife gripped in her hand just in case. ]
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To Quer's left, she can see a machine flicker on — a comical tune begin to pick up into the room like some jaunty circus. The small vending machine of candy continues on, every-so-often having a slowed and glitchy voice carry on: HeEeEeeyyyyYyyy KidDdDs! Try me out!
To Heather can spot the outline of a mallet resting on a dimly lit machine as well.
To Dirk? He can hear something pattering around in the far corner, even with the dim light from the machines, it's impossible to see what rests for him without venturing further. If he takes a few steps forward, he'll hit his knee right against a poker table. ]
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What are these?
[whichever Heather wants to look at first, Quer will push her there.]
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[There's a scalpel in his hand, gripped careful.]
Something's moving in the far corner.
[He stops feeling the poker table. Dirk opts for just climbing on top of it, and carefully slipping off on the other side. He is relying on sound cues to tell him when he's close.]
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Whooooa, something actually dope here! If only they had one of those dancing games. Guess I couldn't play it right now anyway..
[ and she's picking up the mallet and inspecting every little inch of it, because.. well it's kinda weird something like this would be here? hopefully the mallet doesn't make a real hammer fall on her head or something. ]
You say something Dirk?
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Dirk, on the other hand, traverses over the poker table like the Extra Boy he is. He's flawless — years of being skilled with his balance and preparing for the worst did something. But, as he gets close, the pattering stops. Instead, he hears... mumbles. Pained, muffled noises coming from... halfway up the wall in the corner of the room. Behind Dirk... as the power begins to revitalize itself at full wattage, the girls can see a large spider the size of Dirk's head descending down on a single silken strand. It's legs sprawl from it's chubby little body, venom dripping to the floor with a sizzling hiss.
But, Dirk should keep his eyes on what's in front of him. ]
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He'll even recognize the people in the cocoons, hanging upside down the web. It's the missing twins! He can tell this since, luckily for Dipper and Mabel, it seems the spider was nice enough to leave half of their faces exposed so they didn't suffocate to death before it could eat them-- or because it already took a snack.
Dipper's left eye is gone, a bleeding, gaping hole where it should be, the eyelid and part of his cheek missing with it. Part of his cheekbone is visible through the flesh, and there's no sign of the optic nerve anywhere. The blood drips down his forehead through his birthmark, matting in his hair and forming a pretty puddle on the ground. If he'd ever wished for the "big dipper" to be obscured in any way, it probably wasn't like this.
He seems aware enough to notice the people in the room even through the tears in his remaining eye, and his muffled screaming intensifies to a ridiculous decibel for someone with spider web obscuring his mouth. It's still not enough to be able to tell whether he's saying anything at all or just ... screaming in pain and horror. It could be both.
Mabel is in similar conditions, but I'll let her tell it.]
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[The rest drips down and there is a lot]
[in contrast to Dipper, her muffled noises seem to be trying to communicate something and she's wriggling feebly against the webbing]
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Move it, Dirk!
[the words are a screech - deliberately so, to try and confuse the spider, but she's moving as fast as she can towards their new foe. hands curved so her nails can slash at the thread holding the arachnid in the air - oh, a spider thinks it'll get the better of them? what a joke, because Quer sees a spider, a spider like this, and even in this body she thinks prey. something to snap up without thinking.
when it falls, she's fighting. let venom burn her clothes, her flesh, but she fights it with nails she's kept sharp as claws, with an anger that stays under the surface mostly but that boils out. she attacks with teeth bared, viciously biting into the flesh of the creature, only taking and swallowing parts that aren't full of venom and thus ones she'll figure out how to handle even if devouring them sickens this form. without fire, it's the surest way to make sure that it can't come back.
she'll leave the kids to the others. they're more rescuing heroes than she is.]
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Then Quer shouts. He listens to the command on reflex, lunging forward off the pool table and running to their side. He doesn't listen to the commotion behind him; he takes his scalpel and starts cutting the kids free. He has no time for nuance, so he makes large, hard slashes at the web, trying to get them down so he can bring them out of here and to medical care as soon as possible.]
Shit, hold on, we've got you—
[He doesn't think he's managed to get anyone this entire damn time, but he needs to get the twins out of here alive.]
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[ she sounds resigned, almost — maybe because initially, she can't see what's going on. she just knew she heard scuttling noises and quer ran off in a frenzy. so when she turns her wheelchair effortfully, she's bracing herself for what she sees. ]
Yeah, that seems about right.
[ par for the course. a giant spider. why the fuck not? she's wheeling herself over to around where dirk is, under the kids in case they fall out of their cocoons. ]
Here! Sit 'em on my lap, we can get the hell out of here!
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With Dirk's slashes, he may cut up the twins a bit — depends on if the twins are for taking that hit. For the most part, he's successful, their forms hitting roughly onto the ground when the final few silk strands are sliced. The next order of business was slicing open their cocooned mouths. :) Heather was just a bit too late to catch them because I Love Drama.
But, good news for Heather? This room will look pretty badass when the spiderwebs are gone. Luckily, her yelling carries to the second floor of the motel. Anyone can hear them if they're on the west side of the second floor. ]
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the second thing he does is this, once his mouth is free of the spiderweb:]
Get us the heck out of here!
[dipper your eye got eaten by a spider YOU CAN SWEAR]
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[Aww, look at the twin... huddle...?]
Check it out! We're Siamese twins!
[jk it's just Mabel making terrible jokes]
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Let's roll.
[BARRING OBJECTIONS, he will be driving them out of that room and calling out for a GODDAMNED MEDIC]