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

motel

[robitussin]

[Given what he mentioned to her last week... She can guess why he's giving this offer today of all days. When she approaches, she glances his way.]

Happy birthday, I'm guessing?

[relieable]

Yeah! Thanks! [he looks... optimistic? but also a little tense, considering what was written in the newspaper] Want some cake?

[robitussin]

...We should be asking you that, I'm pretty sure.

[It's his birthday, after all. Regardless:]

What kind is it?

[relieable]

Just a plain white cake! But there's strawberries inside. I got the biggest, most fancy one they had! [he starts to slice her a piece] There's vanilla ice cream in the cooler, too.

[robitussin]

Sounds good.

[...]

Is this all you're doing to celebrate?

[relieable]

I mean, for now. I thought if I invited everyone, something good would happen. But so far, the townsfolk have stayed away. [he's not surprised, really. but he's a little disappointed]

[robitussin]

No, it was a good plan. I just mean...

[She pauses.]

I don’t know. It just kind of stinks that you had to set all this up when it’s your birthday, I guess.

[relieable]

Oh. Well. It's okay. Everyone else is kinda... investigating, or doing something productive. I can at least provide people with food. Help lift of their spirits. All that jazz.