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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cartesianism2018-11-18 02:58 pm
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[Fun story, when your space wolf gets bored during the night and you accidentally leave the clothes drawers open... you wake up to a headache in the morning. As such, Keith can be found grumping around in the laundry room of the motel bright and early this morning in only his underwear. He's sitting cross legged on top of an unused dryer, spinning a knife in his hands while waiting for the laundry spin cycle to be done.
Should anyone come talk to him or peek inside the laundry room to check out if he lives up to how chiseled the statue is... well, he's just got one word for you.]
What.
ice rink - afternoon
[Also a fun story. When the dryer mcfreaking breaks down on you and the only thing you have left to wear while all your clothes are air drying is a fancy black suit that you got weeks ago from the casino and left to collect dust hanging in the closet. He's looking pretty uncomfortable in that thing, despite looking presentable and dapper for once in his life.
He's at the abandoned ice skating rink today, just watching Cosmo goof around on the ice.]
You're not supposed to lick the ice, buddy....
[He;s very faintly amused.]
ice rink
[She should be saying 'nice' instead of 'different', but... Well. Regardless, she doesn't sound critical at all as she happens to wander in, glancing his way.]
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The dryer broke.
[That's stated just a little stiffly. He's not at all uncomfortable in a suit. Not even a little. Please give him his usual emo kid outfit back.]
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[She's trying so hard not to tease. She really, really is.]
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Look. I didn't ask the casino people to send it to me, alright? This was the only thing Cosmo didn't drool on because I shoved it all the way in the back of the closet.
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[She says, as she tries not to smile.]
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I'm changing as soon as my clothes dry.
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I think the last time I had to wear a suit was for middle school graduation.
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[He shakes his head.]
Shiro said I might regret not going.
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He was the only person who really believed in me back then. I kinda wanted him to like me, you know.
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[A beat.]
It'll be nice to meet him.
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You'll like him. Everyone does.
[There's a definite fondness in his voice here, too. It's not something you hear often with him.]
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[...]
....and my mom.
[.....and now he just looks like he wants to wither away.]
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Who's Lance?
[And then... Ah. She's adopting some of his desire to wither away, somehow.]
You - want me to meet your family?
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Red's pilot. Flirts with just about anything female and bipedal.
[There's a lot of good things about Lance, but ... he sighs.]
You're probably going to end up meeting her. We work together.
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[She doesn’t sound like she minds too much, at least.]
Right, no, um... That makes sense. I just wasn’t really expecting - or, I expected it, but I wasn’t really thinking about... You know.
[Save her.]
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[Even though he has a distinct and horrid feeling this is just going to result in teasing. The things he suffers through for you, Natalie.
But he looks away after a moment, somehow looking even more uncomfortable than he already did.]
Sorry. You probably didn't want to deal with the whole alien thing.
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[Regardless, she blinks, surprised - and then reaches out for his hand.]
Hey... No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t care about that, okay? [And even if she did, knowing how uncomfortable he is about it... She’d be hard pressed to bring it up.] I just - meeting your mom seems, like. You know... Official. Not that it wasn’t official before, but...
[She’s definitely blushing. It’s fine.]
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I know you can. I didn't mean that you couldn't.
[Talking about Lance. That's a good place to start. Not complicated at all to talk about Lance. He breathes out and holds her hand back.]
..I don't think you have to think about it like that. Krolia's ...uh... my mom, but we've only known each other for two years, you know? [....] Not that we're... not official.
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[She nods, trying not to sound nervous.]
Right. And - I'm sure she's great. So...
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[And as weird as it is to talk about Krolia in this context with Natalie of all people, it's nice to feel pride in being related to her instead of having her shrouded in total mystery.]
She's a member of the Blades. [A beat.] A network of spies working to take down the Galran empire from the inside.
[He glances at her.]
But you know if it did bother you... I'd understand that, right?
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[She takes a moment before deciding the best way to word her clarification.]
Anyone who gives you shit about something like that is an asshole. That includes acting like having to be around your family freaks them out.
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