April 1st - Arrival

[cartesio]

Arrival

It feels more like waking up from a very restful night, instead of the jarring feeling of waking up in an unknown bed. That feeling may not last long, though, because you're definitely not looking up at any ceiling you're familiar with.

It's some kind of motel room -- maybe cleaner than you'd expect from such a place. There's a comfortable bed, a trunk with a military uniforn and a gas mask and enough space to stash whatever you get during the next two months, a closet with a familiar outfit or two...no other belongings in this room, and certainly no answers as to why you're here.

There's one thing that may bring more questions than answers: a calendar. Today's date is marked there: April 1st. Happy April Fools day? The entirety of April and most of May is empty, but the week from May 21st to May 25th is filled with one word:

END

The moment you step out of your room with AC you're hit by the warm, sticky air of Cartesio. Today is a rather dry day. You're not the only one who seems to be lost -- other people come out of their rooms. At some point, once you get to the lobby, you find a few things of interest: a guestbook, a rack of maps, and a note pinned to the wood of the counter:

"Meet me at the Lodge in two hours -- The Sergeant"
You now have a place to go to in two hours. In the meanwhile, how about you get accustomed to the motel and the town?

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[doublelammy]

Sarge wants something from us, right? So if I just do what he says, maybe I can sweeten my way into gettin' Lammy back.

[robitussin]

[A beat that's overflowing with her ever present Judgment.]

So your plan is to work with the guy who presumably kidnapped us all. Got it.

[doublelammy]

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

He's the guy with power. He wants us to carry out his missions, whatever. That's basically what I do for Gramps all the time anyway.

[robitussin]

You get how that's kind of really messed up, right?

[doublelammy]

And?

[There's another fun little note on Millium's guestbook page, if Natalie looks again. Written right under her name:

Spy]

[robitussin]

[After a moment, she just gives a shrug.]

Well, at least you aren't trying to pretend you're not being kind of awful, I guess.

[doublelammy]

Ehehe. You do what you gotta do.

And if I wanna get outta here and get back to Rean an' Jusis an' everybody else, I gotta get Lammy back.

[robitussin]

So I'm assuming that you have, like, actual proof that he has it from the time you've been here before the rest of us?

[doublelammy]

Lammy's always with me. If I'm here, he must be, too.

[robitussin]

...So I'm going to go ahead and assume that's a no.

[Natalie, please behave.]

[doublelammy]

It's not a "no," it's like I said.

C'mon. I know how my own friend works.

[Gosh!!]

[robitussin]

Okay, but you're just expecting me to believe that without any kind of tangible proof, so. I'm sticking to what I said before.

[And sticking to her trust issues, as it were.]

[doublelammy]

Boo... you're a real downer, y'know that?

[Siiiiigh.]

Whatever! Be that way, I guess. But when you find out the hard way that there are way weirder things here than just little ol' me, remember I told you so.

[robitussin]

I'll accept an I told you so if your weird puppet thing actually exists and can get us out of here.

[doublelammy]

Deal.

[robitussin]

[Fingerguns.]

Fingers crossed for your puppet, or whatever.