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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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[He is very worried about them getting dragged out. He hopes this means they will live through another week.
He's a little amused at Quer's comment.]
Are you sure? You barely know me. I'd be a good person to kill guilt-free.
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[she'll fight back if she's attacked, she'll fight for others, but for herself? to play into this ritual and game? they haven't gotten their teeth in her throat yet. even demons have something of standards.
she shrugs after admitting the plain truth.]
No point to it.
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[He feels the same way, perhaps more spitefully so. There are things he would willingly kill for, but he hates this place and their games. He hates it enough that he doesn't want to give them what they want.]
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[she's tired, is why she's admitting to all of this. this form tires so easily, and she hates that.]
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[It's simple. He could believe it.
He also believes that there are things she would kill for, if she finds them. If that comes, then so be it. But for now he can believe this.]