( 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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[lohengrins]

❥ tuesday morning; first floor

[ if you venture downstairs, mainly around the current reconstruction site you'll see...percival? not only aiding the faceless men in their endeavors, but also carrying debris and tools back and forth as though he's become...one of them.

he's tireless -- his stamina is practically infinite. it's a little terrifying, and he never seems to stop. ]

Oi. Move -- you're going to get hurt if you linger around here.

[ he's carrying four buckets worth of construction materials, and they should weigh an upwards of 150 lbs -- yet he's doing it effortlessly. this is literally impossible, but...

not today. or tomorrow. ]

❥ tuesday afternoon; pool

[ percival is still going at it. now, he's swimming laps in the pool, adorned in the appropriate attire to match. after his...seventh lap (that is not an exaggeration, unfortunately...) he emerges from the pool, slips on his dress shirt and combs his fingers through his hair. ]

An appropriate amount of exercise is necessary, even in these circumstances. Oh--...! [ he's excitable today. why? he can't tell you, but he is. ] I can teach you how to strengthen your body, if you so desire.

❥ tuesday evening; lounge

[ percival is...exactly the same as he was before, what the fuck. except this time, he's sitting in the lounge with some strips of cloth, a straight edge knife, a bucket of water, septic, and his first aid kit. ]

If you have any bedsheets or clothes to spare, give them to me. I'm attempting to sterilize enough bandages to last us the next two weeks.

❥ wednesday afternoon

[ he's. still at it. it's as though he's suddenly become superhuman. here he is at the library, a stack worth of books adjacent to him. ]

I intend to read everything this library withholds. Wait-- [ he's still oddly energetic. ] I can be of service to you as well. Tell me what you need.

❥ wildcard

percy will only be this goddamn weird on tuesday and wednesday, otherwise yeah hit him up anytime anywhere

pool

[breaksouls]

[Wow. That's really all she can say because this is... Wow. It's kind of annoying honestly. Given how much time she's spending by the pool cooking, Velvet's decided to go for a swim herself. She's wearing the same swimsuit she wore when she had to stay in the gunk, though it's obviously been washed since then.]

Don't need you to.

[She sits down at the edge of the pool, not really kicking her legs in the water but they're in a similar position. In comparison to Percival, she looks quite relaxed.]

[lohengrins]

[ he shoots her a glance, cocking a brow as he does. cute swimsuit, though. ]

Tell me how you fight. I'm interested. [ and so he sits back down at the ledge of the pool, maintaining a distance between the two of them. ]

[breaksouls]

[She holds out her bandaged arm.]

I consume my enemies and use their own abilities against them. Aside from that, I use a blade attached to my gauntlet and another hidden under my boots. I'd say I favor my legs more than most swordsmen. Which is interesting, considering everyone keeps looking for signs of a struggle on someone's arms...

wildcard! tuesday;

[rextenebrae]

[ He'll encounter him in the hallways; he was in a bit of a hurry to see Percival today, though it didn't exactly matter too much where. ]

Lord Percival, do you have a moment?

[lohengrins]

[ he drops what he's doing, whipping around to look at his friend. ]

Knoll? What is it?

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll looks relieved and steps closer to Percival with a small smile. ]

We've been all having a very difficult week. I've been thinking about...brushing up on my writing a little and making something inspirational. When you get the chance, I'd like you to read it.

[ He passes him a note. ]

By the way, you looked a bit hard at work. Are you sure you don't need a break?

[lohengrins]

[ his eyes scan over the note, prompting a gentle smile. ] I see. Clever.

I'm fine, rest assured — I wouldn't be opposed to spending some time with you, however.

[rextenebrae]

[ He can't help it--whenever the man gives him praise, he feels happy. It's not a bad thing, of course. ]

... Then how about we take a little walk? I've also admittedly had some questions I have been meaning to ask you.

[lohengrins]

[ a hand is extended towards knoll — percival beckons him to take it as they begin to walk. ] The botanical gardens, then. Ask as you wish.

[rextenebrae]

I shall.

[ Knoll reaches out to the hand, fingers wrapping around it as they walk side by side. He could only think it a little funny, that he was just about to suggest that they head there. ]

You once asked me about my dreams... and my desires, or well, aspirations. But, I realize that I haven't quite had the chance to hear about your own. Would you tell me your dream?

[lohengrins]

[ it's not a question he expects, but one he certainly does have the answer to. with only an inkling of hesitation, he replies. ]

I intend to create a land where even the most vulnerable are able to prosper. A land free of war and corruption, where the marginalized are able to take the reigns and control their own livelihoods — just like any other.

I'm aware it's easier said than done...I've spent the past 6 years studying...traveling...learning how to become the ruler my people would deserve. But it's never enough.

[ his gaze shifts towards the sky, but he eventually finds his smile again. ]

I have much to learn. This place has truly taught me that...better than anything.

wednesday afternoon

[pinesfortruth]

For you to chill? [it's his reflex after seeing anyone running around with odd energy, as if he's one to ever talk] Why do you want to read all of these books, anyway?

[lohengrins]

I can't. [ he flips to next page of his book. ] Because uncovering as much as we can about this town will aid us in ending the cycle.

[ percival sets his book down, however, to pull out a black eyepatch from his pocket -- he gestures it towards dipper. ]

Let's see if it fits.

[pinesfortruth]

Yeah but you don't need to read all of them. I don't think you'll find that by looking at the children's section. For example.

[and then he's distracted by the eyepatch, looking unsure as to whether he should take it or not]

Oh. Um. Where'd you get that?

[lohengrins]

Studying a society's literature reveals more about them than you can imagine.

[ he begins to twirl the eyepatch a bit. sorry, he's got enough energy to last him a lifetime today. ]

I requested them, just as I said I would.

[pinesfortruth]

I guess you're right? Isn't the society here just... early American era, but with bonus cult?

[he says like percival would even know what that means.]

You didn't have to. I mean, I technically already had one-- [that he requested, unrelated to this] and we could've asked for them ourselves.

[lohengrins]

[ his brows knit with confusion. ] I'll need you to describe what exactly America is, first.

[ the eyepatch is tossed upwards and then promptly caught, as though it were a rubber ball. ] Does it matter? I already requested them. If you won't take it, I'll have to give your sister a spare.

[pinesfortruth]

It's a. Country. Hm. [fair point] The United States of America? This place is supposedly somewhere in it? But everything's stuck in a different era then I'm used to.

[he follows it as it goes up and down and-- okay] No, it's. Not what I meant? I just didn't expect it, that's all. Thank you?

wednesday!!

[pinesforyou]

Got any saucy romance novels....?

[that tweens shouldn't be reading]

[lohengrins]

[ he looks at her, tilting his head a bit. ] Not that I can think of. The most romantic thing I've seen mentioned so far has been mating season.

Oh! I do have something for you, however.

[ and voila! he pulls out a black eyepatch from his pocket. there's one for dipper too ;) ]

How do you feel today?

[pinesforyou]

Mating season sounds saucy. Read me the good parts!

[awww percy, she hadn't expected him to actually do it]

A lot better now that I can start my crew! [watch out for this hug] You scallywag!

[lohengrins]

That's one word for it. I'll see if I can— [ he was...not expecting the hug, nor is he accustomed to any spontaneous displays of affection — but he can't help but reciprocate with a soft laugh, knowing that she still hasn't lost that spirit of hers. ]

It's been a month since I was last with a crew. My Captain would like you, I'm certain.

wildcard - thursday (yep, this sure was in my tabs at home smh OTL)

[thawedheart]

[On the one hand, Percival is more than a little intimidating.

On the other... he's been acting strangely all week. She expects anyone's behavior to be more than a little erratic, just because of the night terrors, but Percival takes it to another level entirely.

And so, when she does cross paths with him late in the week, she swallows her fear (and does her best to ignore the screams of all the people she's failed, echoing in the back of her mind) to speak up.]

...Percival-san... are you alright?

IT'S OK we're here now

[lohengrins]

[ it hasn't exactly been anyone's week, to be frank.

he's intent on keeping himself occupied as he darts through the hallway — suddenly, he sees her. red hair, blue dress, a stake through her chest. the world around him begins to quake, and the cries of the past begin to torment him.

percival stares, shaking. helpless again. fingers rub at his eyes, desperately wiping away at something that's not there.

he's not crying. why is this reality telling him differently?

red finally becomes green, however, and he comes to his senses. ]

I...

[ he swallows. ]

...It's nothing. I saw someone who passed away, long ago and didn't realize I was being toyed with. My apologies.

And what of yourself?