Week 8 - May 20th - May 24th

[cartesio]

Last Week

With the weekend's latest tragedy, a strange mood has descended over Cartesio. What happened was unprecedented, and perhaps that's why the already decreasing hostility from the townsfolk comes to a complete halt. Could it be the strange circumstances? Bolin's desperate plea? Last week's peaceful Wednesday? Some combination? Whatever the reason, it's clear that the Sergeant's iron fist around the town has loosened. While the residents aren't jumping to interact with you, there's no graffiti, no new broken windows.

Cartesio is confused...but open to explanation, for perhaps the first time.

Still, while the town seems amiable, almost accepting again, there's little to chase away the knowledge that the Sergeant's tasks for you are near their end, and that means those without medals are doomed to their fate.

Or does it? After everything that's turned around, is it possible for you to claw your way out of here as well?

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Comments

[marmoron]

around town - all day
[Today Keith will be approaching any visitor he spots hanging around with a video camera from the records store. Looks like it's time for an idea.]

Making a video. There anything you want to say to the ghosts? Can't use words or sound, but I'm sure you can think of something else.

Millium's room - afternoon
[He's in here with the Marmora dagger, carving in another message on the wall Kino style.

GOT IT.

TUES. 5PM. BAK'S RM.]

around town

[clearities]

[ guess who jumps slightly at Keith holding a video camera? Sakura. Sakura does. ] Um... drawing would work, right? I don't know if I'd be too good at charades. [ that sounds hard. ]

[marmoron]

[It's okay the camera's not on yet.]

Not sure about drawing. When the dead were on the TV, it looked like whatever they had on paper was getting blocked by interference. It mightve just been words on their end, but they might've tried drawing something.

Give both a try, maybe?

[clearities]

[ she's so used to being on camera but it still gets her ever single time. ] Mm... I don't think I have much to say, but hopefully I can get something that they can see. As thanks for the message they gave me yesterday.

[marmoron]

Ah, they left you a message?

[He's curious, but he's not necessarily going to prod if it seems more personal than relevant to the group as a whole.]

[clearities]

They did. It was really nice.

[marmoron]

Something to lift your spirits, I take it.

[Yeah, good to know they can do that for some people instead of going around building freaking statues. He's not bitter or anything, really.

He'll raise the camera.]

They might just be happy to see your face, really.

[clearities]

Yeah. [ she laughs a little bitterly, however ] I'm still worried about them, but I want to hope that we'll be able to save them. All of them. [ once the bitterness is gone, however, she manages to smile a little more genuinely, more brightly, waving her hands in an obvious manner to say hello ]

[marmoron]

[Ah. The bitterness is newer to him, coming from Sakura, though at this point he's not surprised. They've all lost at least one person they cared about and the end is looming over them like an ominous cloud.]

Don't hope. Think about what you can do to make it happen cuz we're going to save them.

[And that's stated firmly. Keith's no good at optimism, but he is rather good at being bullheaded. His tone softens a little.]

You could try talking a little slower. They might be able to lip read.

[clearities]

Yeah, of course! [ hearing those words encourages her; enough that she finds herself looking a little more determined, doing a small little fistpump. ] I mean, I just wanted to say hi to everyone-- [ although lipreading, huh? that would be nice. ] Oh! There is one more thing I could show them, since I promised Franciscus-san that I'd show him my magic... but maybe that could wait until we bring them all back, ahaha.

Around town

[quickpersuader]

A video...?

[There's an interesting idea. She thinks on it for a moment before nodding.]

Yeah. We can try something.

[marmoron]

Mm. I'm leaving a message on the wall to show up at Katsuki's room at a specific time tomorrow. I'll play the video then. Hopefully it'll work.

[A beat.]

Know what you wanna pass on?

[quickpersuader]

Well, nothing I can't pass on with the carvings, but...

I think I've got something in mind.

[marmoron]

They say a picture's worth a thousand words.

[Which is stated a little flatly and accompanied with a shrug. He'll steady the camera for her then.]

Go for it.

[quickpersuader]

[She fishes a few items out of her pouches: a casino buffet voucher, a casino customer card, and a fire station badge, all in one hand, easily splayed out to see. She then traces a '9' and a 'C' in the air with her free hand and gives a thumbs up.

Thanks for the loot.]

around town

[robitussin]

[After a pause:]

So, like... Charades?

[marmoron]

[There's a pause on Keith's end as well, but not from uncertainty.]

You could try that.

[robitussin]

[There's a pause of her own, as she tilts her head.]

Would you suggest something else, or...?

[marmoron]

[Stated flatly.]

My suggestion is trying anything that comes to mind that counts as non verbal and non written communication. Charades sounds fine.

[robitussin]

[After a moment or two:]

...What is it?

[marmoron]

[There's a pause where he briefly looks down, but then in the next moment he's looking directly at her.]

Can I even trust you to answer the question in full if I asked?

[His voice is low, but the framing of the question certainly betrays some of how he's feeling.]

[robitussin]

[A few moments pass, and then:]

What question?

[marmoron]

[No hesitation.]

Why are you making deals to keep the Sergeant from talking about certain subjects?

[robitussin]

[She pauses, blinking once or twice, then sighs.]

...Because that was weeks ago before I, like, trusted any of you.

[marmoron]

[There are a bunch of things he could say to this, but he settles on:]

Are you going to tell me what exactly you banned him from talking about or...?