( 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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thursday

[ungodly]

[ heather wanders here today. quer will notice she's without her wheelchair — she can't walk incredibly well, but she's functional. ]

I see I inspired a new hobby for you.

[ and it looked like she was adapting incredibly well to them, too. ]

[blacktailed]

Something like that.

[without her chair? Quer's impressed, and manages half of a smile for her there. even if she doesn't always agree with Heather, she wasn't going to object to her being there.]

You were right. It does drown things out.

[ungodly]

They're good for that, at least.

[ otherwise, guns had only been an issue here. they could at least provide catharsis. ]

Make sure you put your weight in your shoulders and your feet. Otherwise it'll hurt like a bitch.

[blacktailed]

More like this?

[it's not a perfect stance, but it's something like an improvement. leaning more on her feet now.]

[ungodly]

Yeah. Now pull the trigger, and put a lot of force into it. When you pull it, think like.. you're squeezing the neck out of whatever you're shooting. I think that puts it into perspective, 'cause when you shoot, it's gotta matter.

[ she knew this all too well. a missed shot or recoil could be the end of you. ]

[blacktailed]

[she nods, taking the advice, and pulls. it's harsh, and she feels it in her arms, but she thinks of sinking claws into the target. not on center, but she doesn't jump. improvement, at least.]

This will...take time, I think.

[and idly she thinks she'll grow bored with the firearms of her time if she sees them again, knowing what they can do now.]

[ungodly]

I don't think you can ever get used to it. I don't think I want to, either.

[ every time she pulled the trigger, there was a part of her that felt like she was being shot too. she talked a big game, but causing people pain was one of the hardest things to do — maybe because of how much pain she had experienced in her lives. ]

You're a quick learner though. Is that like, a common bird quality?

[blacktailed]

Not in general. I know what I want to put my mind to, and I do it.

[but she seems to be a little cheered under the praise.]

I don't like sitting too still. Learning is doing something, keeping on moving.