Cartesio NPCs (
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cartesianism2018-05-13 10:47 am
March 31st - NOON
Week 0 - Epilogue
The day is bright, last night’s events seem like a bad dream. If it wasn’t for Lovepon and Mira’s absence, it’d seem like none of that ever happened.
But it did. The police agents milling around in the park and processing the crime scene are proof none of that was a dream or a hallucination. Twenty-two people were brought to Cartesio, and now there are twenty alive.
You’re alive right now and that’s what matters.
Looks like there won’t be any answers about why you’re here, or about how you got here. It’s not satisfying, but the Sergeant wasn’t forthcoming about anything. All there’s left to hope is that there won’t be any last minute surprises to be sprung up on you, and that in any moment the Sergeant comes out of the police station to tell you how you’ll be taken back home.
What’s taking him so long? Who knows. Why not to talk with your fellow participants one last time? It seems all the places you could go into are open right now and willing to give you service. Cartesio is your oyster right now. Go ahead!
But it did. The police agents milling around in the park and processing the crime scene are proof none of that was a dream or a hallucination. Twenty-two people were brought to Cartesio, and now there are twenty alive.
You’re alive right now and that’s what matters.
Looks like there won’t be any answers about why you’re here, or about how you got here. It’s not satisfying, but the Sergeant wasn’t forthcoming about anything. All there’s left to hope is that there won’t be any last minute surprises to be sprung up on you, and that in any moment the Sergeant comes out of the police station to tell you how you’ll be taken back home.
What’s taking him so long? Who knows. Why not to talk with your fellow participants one last time? It seems all the places you could go into are open right now and willing to give you service. Cartesio is your oyster right now. Go ahead!

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But damn. It's enough of a weird feeling to have when you're taking a drink of coffee in a diner and just kind of staring at it and stirring it listlessly.]
...well. I'm alive. That's the important thing, isn't it?
[...he kind of mumbles to himself.]
diner;
Probably. And the other important thing is apparently we're supposed to be going back home, whenever the guy in charge gets his ass in gear.
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