( 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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[splinten]

[The twins. The twins are here. They're alive, they're here. They're hurt.

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.]

[ungodly]

What the fuck.

[ 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!

[abhoth]

[ The spider was brutally assaulted. It's plump, delicious form hitting the ground with a soft splat. As Quer ravishes it like grandpa to the turkey on Thanksgiving, her fingers will begin to bubble slightly with the acid of it's abdomen. Luck is on her side, her mouth is only burn on one corner from her eating — right on the side of her lips. Her huddled form consumes the meal, tasting every bit of it's now crinkled legs and hard casing. Her nails are able to rip it apart and what it can't? Her teeth do quick work of it. Just like the narrator in Candy Crush: Delicious.

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. ]

[pinesfortruth]

[between dirk accidentally nicking them a few times (look, dipper isn't going to blame him: he had a scalpel and a giant spider at his back) and the fall, combined with however long they spent upside down playing spidersnack, dipper takes a few seconds before he moves back up. the first thing he does is grab at his sister, holding Mabel's hand and pulling her into a hug, shaking.

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]

[pinesforyou]

Ow, ow, ow, ow.... [Despite the fact that she's in obvious pain and pretty freaked out and disoriented, Mabel grabs Dipper right back... and smooshes the good side of his face against the good side of her face]

[Aww, look at the twin... huddle...?]

Check it out! We're Siamese twins!

[jk it's just Mabel making terrible jokes]

[splinten]

[....Jesus Christ. Dirk comes to the realize that he cannot possibly separate these two. After a moment's pause, he picks the pair up and just shoves them wholesale into Heather's lap.]

Let's roll.

[BARRING OBJECTIONS, he will be driving them out of that room and calling out for a GODDAMNED MEDIC]