( 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]

Aglaophotis... [ his eyes scan over the gardens, likely searching for peonies. ] Tell me more about what you read, if you will. I'm curious about your world.

[ungodly]

You can use it to dispel evil. Like.. to eject it from things. Forcefully.

[ as in it might rip itself right out of your skin. ]

I forgot all about it, but I know it works. It worked.. on me. So I thought it could come in hand here, too. It's probably a dumb idea. I bet Craftly'll just snatch it up from me and eat it like a junior mint.

[lohengrins]

It's not dumb. [ he says it firmly, like he's certain. ] Don't doubt your own endeavors after coming this far.

Why was it used on you?

[ungodly]

Right.. Sorry. I sound like a mopey mall-crawler.

[ it was hard to force her insecurities away, but percival was a good pep talker. ]

I used it myself. [ she says this matter-of-factly. ] Something was.. living inside me. I had the aglaophotis with my the whole time. it was from my dad. Somehow I just.. knew it would work, even though he'd never tell me what the stuff was, even when I was a little girl. I think that's why I remembered it now.