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cartesianism2018-09-24 09:24 pm
cartesio) wrote in cartesianism2018-09-24 09:24 pm
April 1st - Arrival
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?
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:
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:
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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[He shrugs as nonchalantly as he can. Though most the people he liked are still here or dead. RIP ponytail buddy.]
I think they might deserve that. Or some of them do. I don't know your gramps but he sounds like one tough bastard. Like old boots.
[But he pauses at the next bit. Blinking.]
Ain't I supposed to be saying that to you? You don't got anything to worry about with me. I've been stuck in worse and scrapped by.
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[She sighs.]
Yeah, Sarge deserves Gramps. But the rest of the town isn't really hurtin' us, y'know? So it'd suck to see what he'd do to the place if he had to.
...Then again, I guess it's not gonna matter too much. [Her eyes dart to the side.] They've got Al, so I guess the other Ironbloods won't really be out too much if I'm gone. Definitely not enough to raze a town or anything.
[She shakes her head, dismissing the thought. There are more important things to focus on, like Wayne!]
Ehehe. Well, that makes you n' me both, buster! You better live up to those expectations. [Pause.] ...n' just live. That part too.
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Do I really look that hopeless? I know Stella and Meryl say shit sometimes but I'm not that bad right?
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[But that's said fondly. That's the truth, but Wayne wouldn't be nearly as fun if he were more cautious.]
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[Oh no, even the tinyies are saying it. If he was a sentimental old guy like Cyrus he'd be pretending to cry right now. But no, he's Wayne so he just stares, his head drooping slightly. ]
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[As brightly and cheerily as ever. The sarcasm has either gone over her head, or she simply doesn't care.]
It's okay, though. I'm sure everyone else here looks at me and thinks the same thing.
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You think? I hope so. Or not, I'm not sure which is better in our situation. [On one hand ignore the dopes, on the other they're easy targets.]
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I don't think there is a good thing to be, here. Let people think you're smart, you're dangerous. Stupid, easy target. Somewhere in the middle? Disposable.
You really can't win.
[All said as if it's just a matter of fact.]
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Just hope you don't upset anyone enough for them to try something...
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[POUT.]
I am a bundle of innocence and joy, I'll have you know!
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I'm pretty sure that's gonna annoy some miserable bastard.
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[RIGHT...]
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This place is gonna get so boring if I don't, y'know?
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[Make it as obnoxious as you can!!]