Sunday must have been exhausting for you, maybe even upsetting. A new town, new faces and a an ominous order from a man without a face... who wouldn't be a little frightened? Hopefully, all of that is forgotten when you climb out from under your blankets this fine Monday. Rise and shine! A new morning is a new start!
If you make your way to the lounge, you will find a few copies of the local newspaper provided for your perusal. Once you go outdoors, you'll find the weather forecast 100% accurate. It's pretty impressive.
It seems that quiet mornings like this are going to be your everyday life now. Maybe you should see this whole stay as a vacation? Go out and explore the town, meet your fellow motel guests and meet the townspeople. They're sure to welcome you with a smile!
This week's special in the diner is lemon pie made with love (and a top-secret recipe)
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cartesianism2018-09-30 10:28 pm
MONDAY - APRIL 2nd
NEWSPAPER
Another group of tourists arrived yesterday to our dear town. The general opinion by the residents of Cartesio is of optimism, and we hope this group enjoys the places and delights that makes our town such a delightful place! We, the residents of Cartesio, welcome everyone!
The investigations about the tragedy occurred on March 31st concluded. No culprit was apprehended.
SHARK ALERT: Still no sharks. This reporter is strongly considering stopping this alert.]
monday meeting | cw: dismemberment mentions
She already has some paper and a pen that she used from the last time, so she's absolutely prepared, to say the least, as she writes down notes before sliding them down underneath everyone's motel rooms early in the morning. Naturally, if they're not around, she'll seek them out and ask them to meet at the diner at twelve in the afternoon.
Sakura seems really determined to make this work. Nevertheless, the note reads, in a neat font that matches a child's: ]
I'd like for all of us to be on the same page.
The things that happened before April 1st - I'll tell everyone all about it at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, at the diner. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but I'll do my best to help out regardless.
❀ Kinomoto Sakura
[ And later that afternoon, as promised, she goes ahead and makes the decision to talk to everyone at the diner. Of course, she's not that great of a public speaker, but if this could possibly help everyone out, then...
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Thank you everyone for coming. [ She bows from the waist down, politely as ever. ] Like I promised, I plan on talking about this place. And... what happened before. On March 28th, a different group of people showed up. There were twenty-two of us. The only ones that are here now that were from that group were Millium-chan and Wayne-san. On the calendar, it said to meet the sergeant at the lodge at 9 AM, and there was also a circle around March 31st, with the word 'END', written on it.
When we all met Sergeant-san, [ because yeah, even if she doesn't like him much, he's still getting an honorific ] he told us... "you have been brought here for a reason: to show you're worth keeping alive". And he said that he wanted one person to die, and that he didn't care who it was-- only that if nobody was killed, then he would probably kill all of us. He didn't really explain why we were all here, or why it had to be done, just that it did.
The next day, um... there was a newspaper-- apparently it mentioned sharks and tourism? And it talked about us and how we were welcome here, in this town. It doesn't say anything too important, but I thought that maybe you guys would want to read it. Sergeant-san also called us back to the lodge, where he met all of us outside and told us that he has them inside the lodge. But he also said that we could get them back... if we did some vandalism and thievery. I decided not to do it myself, of course. It's wrong, after all.
[ As for whether other people did it, however... well. ]
On the 30th, there seemed to be a fire that happened in the town. A bunch of us went to grab some fire extinguishers from the fire station and attempt to stop the fire-- it took a while for the actual firefighters to come, but they eventually did. And sensei... [ When she says that single word, 'sensei', her expression seems to drop slightly and her emerald green eyes lower for a moment. ] He also tried to help organize the citizens to help stop the fire by dousing it in water.
[ Once she's done saying that, she raises her head once again. ]
Apparently, some of the others found a liquid that left a long trail around the motel and park-- there were even wires in the streets that were melted by the fire. People said that it was probably gasoline and that the fire itself... was probably done intentionally, by someone. I don't want to believe it, but-- it might have been possibly done by someone in our group, too.
[ Sakura then swallows hard, because this is the difficult part to talk about. People will notice that her hands are noticeably shaking as she brings it into her chest, her eyes closed tight for a moment. ]
On the 31st... we found Lovepon-san, dead. She was... [...] At the park-- it was just her head. Then-- then--
[ She's obviously struggling. Her eyes are wet with obvious tears, but she has to power through. She wants to. ]
... Sergeant-san showed up, and he asked us to investigate, to gather as much information for the trial and then meet him at the courtoom in two hours. At the trial, the rest of us had to figure out who killed Lovepon-san. We found out who killed her, but in the end he... Seregeant-san... executed Lovepon-san's killer. He killed Mira-san.
And then, later at the end of the week, at noon, we were to meet him at the police station and I think he knocked us out. There was some sort of electric shock to the back of my neck, I think.
When I woke up though, he told me not to tell any of you guys this. I don't know why he decided to do it, but he said... that if I went against the rule, that it would be fatal for me. I think that's all I can share on my end, anyway. I don't know how useful this information will be to everyone, but... I wanted to do what only I could do. I want to help everyone here. I don't want a repeat of those four days.
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[Millium can be found wandering around the motel and the gas station, digging through things and looking like she's trying to find something in particular.
That's because she is. Craft materials, in particular - paper, pens, and scissors. Tape would be nice, a glue stick if all else fails.
Anyone want to help her on her mission?]
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[The door to Room 18 is propped open, and Millium is running between it and Room 19 with a doll or plush underneath each arm. She goes in and out a couple of times, until there's a sizeable little pile of cute things in front of Sakura's door.
In front of all of this, she props a little folded note card, with a message written in what can only be described as a childish scrawl:
"Happy birthday!"
She steps back, admires her work, and then returns to her room. She can be stopped at any point during all of this to be pestered.]
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HELLO?! POLICE?! I HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED!
[Frasier is trying to get the attention of every officer he can see, knocking on every window and door and harassing as many people as he can. He’s incredibly distraught...and angry.]
Who’s running this shoddy excuse for a police station? JON BURGE?! WHERE IS THE JUSTICE!?
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[The place reminds him of Cheers, albeit much less welcoming. It’s a far cry from Sam Malone and his lothario tendencies, and he wasn’t expecting Diane to pop in at any moment. Yet, regardless, Frasier is here and intent on getting as wine-drunk as possible.
...if they had any decent selection, mind you. Frasier is scoffing at the selection, practically ready to bury himself at the mercy of the bartender.]
...I’ll settle for a white wine spritzer.
[His first order at Cheers. He’s feeling nostalgic, even if he’s grown a bit beyond those days.
He can practically hear his brother scoffing at his drink choice. He almost misses it.]
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After the meeting, he can be found staying at the diner for a bit as he inspects the jukebox's selection of songs with some curiosity. He also wanders by the junkyard, although the threat of tetanus and messing up his suit seems to prevent him from actually inspecting the interior.]
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Anyone approaching gets fixed with a hard glare, too, before she returns to her practice—but she needs you to know she sees you.
A little later in the afternoon, she emerges from the diner in something of a huff, a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth like some kinda fuckin protagonist and a few pieces of sausage in one fist like a goddamn neanderthal, Clarisse we use utensils here.]
Stupid...chipper freaks. Ugh!
[Whatever she's mumbling about, she's real goddamn mad about it...
Later, not too long before the sun starts to set, she makes a trip to the junkyard. Her face may full well freeze into that sneer, but there's something kind of...off, deliberate and cold, about the way she makes her way through, crouching down to pick up one rusted knife after another and hold it up to the sunlight before tossing the knife aside.]
Useless...
[Of course, she isn't any easier to sneak up on here, and anyone approaching gets her customary glare of greeting, though this time, she doesn't resume her...work? whatever this is??? right away.]
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[Scrunched up newspaper in one hand, Keith confronts the first townsperson he sees.]
You there. Yeah, you. [Great conversationalist, Keith is.] What's this tragedy from two days ago about?
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[Well now that this "sergeant" has made it perfectly clear what the damn expectations are, it's time to see what all is in the weapons store and what the limits on this debit card they've all been given are. Catch Keith perusing the various items for sale with a vaguely sour look on his face, or catch him walking right up to the good bloke at the cash register to make one very serious announcement.]
I want all of it.
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[Later in the day, Keith heads back over to the junkyard where he's looking busy rummaging for parts that might conceivably be used to put together a radio. He's pretty engrossed in this task, only pausing to look briefly over at anyone who approaches.]
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When she does take a bite, she immediately seems to be gagging, holding her hand in front of her mouth to not make a scene. ]
... s-so much flavor.
[ Maybe you want her breakfast? ]
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[ By lunch time Cian has learned her lesson about Cartesio foods - maybe she learned it too well. You can find her in the diner again where this time she's ordered ... plain white toast and plain water? Yeah. ]
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Some time is spent during that waking up process. After that is a quick and simple breakfast from the diner before heading over to the junkyard. Those early enough in the morning may catch the occasional sound of metal scraping against metal as Kino scours the place for anything useful. Not that it's easy to find the traveler - Kino is rather small, after all. But every so often Kino does resurface, holding battered sheets of metal up with a discerning look.]
[Once it's open, it's time to head to the hunting goods store. Kino will eventually be found at the shooting range, trying out a semi-automatic pistol as well as a revolver. The bullet holes left behind are precise; one dead center, and after that, carefully formed circles around it, all rapidly shot.
That marksmanship mention in the guestbook wasn't just for show, it seems.]
[After the meeting, and therefore in the afternoon, Kino can be found walking towards the motel with a bag of groceries and supplies. The revolver is rather obviously holstered on the right hip. Behind, however...
At any rate, Kino's looking pretty pleased. If you want a chance to chat up the traveler about anything in particular, now might be a good time for it.]
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[Mid-afternoon, Kino goes out to seek the townspeople. It was really only a matter of time; Kino is a traveler, and getting to know the country one has traveled to is the entire point of traveling in the first place, even if this was... involuntary.
Kino will seek out anyone who doesn't seem too busy, especially if they seem like they'd be open to talking to a stranger.]
Excuse me. I'm one of the tourists, and I couldn't help but have a few questions about this beautiful town of yours.
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but when he wakes up and realizes that he's in the same bed, in the same motel, in the same little town, he feels nervous. so he was really here alone, huh?
he wakes up around 11am, and then finds the note telling him about the meeting. so he goes to the diner immediately to wait around there before Sakura starts.
after the meeting, Osomatsu hangs around the diner for another hour or so, just contemplating what he's heard. he'd like some company, since it's rough being alone. he kind of wants to play with the jukebox, but does it take debit cards?
later on, in the evening, he decides to explore Cartesio a little more. he checks out the park, the gas station, and finally the junkyard. there are knives here, and he briefly wonders if he should take one with him...
it's a bad feeling, thinking he needs something to defend himself. he wants to be back home, in the safety of his own house]
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Did you notice this town is rather lacking in...I dunno...machines?
[Technology, he means. It looks very normal. The small towns are usually under control of a powerful spark or a family who uses them as guinea pigs, and the bigger cities are well taken care of by their administrators and receive all sorts of benefits through technology. Cartesio seems to fit neither of these categories]
The most I have seen are those vehicles, those with four wheels, but they don't seem that impressive.
[Later, he explores the gas station. He's checking the pumps, and managed to spill a bit on the ground. Fuel, hm...for the vehicles he saw earlier, most likely. Interesting. When someone approaches he takes out something he hasn't deciphered yet:]
Do you know what's this for?
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[you know, the woman in charge of the Diner seemed pleasant enough. And after the Sarge had proven useless for conversation, Mako figured it was time to start interviewing the locals.]
Excuse me ma'am?
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[this conversation he feels more certain about-- and possibly more suspicious about. He's been to Ba Sing Se. He knows how corrupt law officers work. So, he's just got to be on his guard.]
Has anyone tried to report a kidnapping yet?
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[Well to start with, he's investigating the hunting shop... and honestly, he looks utterly confused at how all of this works? Bows and arrows he gets, but the guns? A total mystery. But he can tell it has something to do with the range outside.
But later, he's writing down everything he knows in the lobby. he seems pretty into his work. but he's not full blown conspiracy theorist. not yet anyway.]
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millium's tuesday terrors
[Millium can be found seated nearby the jukebox with a slice of lemon pie. Who knows how many she's eaten already? She certainly won't tell.
Every so often, she gets up, goes over to the jukebox, slides her card, and enters a couple of songs.
It appears she's listening through each song on the jukebox one by one. She may be here a while.]
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[Millium is dashing between buildings with a pile of... some kind of paper.
She stops at each one, pausing to dig out a roll of tape and tearing off a strip of it, rolling it quickly into a ball before slapping it on the back of one of the paper things and slapping said paper thing up against the building.
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If someone stops to look at what she's pasting up, it looks like a very poorly cut out... paper shark, with an equally poorly (and likely hastily) drawn toothy grin.]
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The feeling of optimism we felt has proven to be accurate. The visitors have been in the town for one day, and one of them literally bought everything in our local hunting shop! Mr. Mason Sterling, the owner of the hunting shop commented this had been an once-in-a-lifetime sale, and that as a sign of gratitude, he added a few free products to the merchandise bought. This reporter's hopes is that this mysterious tourist, who is said to be called 'Keith', will continue showering Cartesio with his generosity.
Shark alert: Stopping until further notice.]
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[The lobby and the sidewalk outside the motel are filled with dozens of large boxes from the hunting shop, filled to the brim with all kinds of survival products, handheld guns and, ammunition. There are so many it's a bit difficult to walk through them. All of the boxes have large stickers that say 'PROPERTY OF KEITH', courtesy of the hunting shop.
The hunting shop is devoid of products until Thursday]
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[You know all those boxes of stuff that's now cluttering the motel lobby and the sidewalk outside? The boxes that are addressed to some genius named "Keith" ? Yeah. He'll be busy moving all this stuff into his room and trying to make it fit inside so that nobody trips over the merchandise or whatever. He isn't complaining about it, but dang he is not having fun right now.
There are a couple of boxes stacked on top of each other that he's attempting to move inside, but it sure is box hell and he might just bump into someone while carrying an armful of... way too many guns.]
You okay?
diner - evening
[Keith is quite literally draped over a table as he reads the menu. It's been a long day....]
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Why are there so many knives here? I own ten knives now, but not one computer!
[ After that, she goes to the gas station to check out... well, she's sure spending a lot of time investigating the rope and the duct tape.
And then, after running twelve knives and a lot of rope and duct tape to her room, she can be found in the lobby, taking some notes. But she might be a little hard to find, since she's uh. Sitting under one of the tables as she does so. ]
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[ Later on, though, she hits up the tavern and sits around drinking literally until closing time, or at last until most everyone else is gone. Mostly she's looking to see what the clientele is like late at night - she wants to chat up any sketchy dudes or ladies or other who show up, and regrets that for once it's not in line with why she usually chats people up late at night. If there are no sketchy people, she might just chat up the bartender. ]
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[ Early morning, they can find Nine sitting out on the floor watching the entrance. His arms are crossed, and there's a mop resting on the floor beside him.
He'll look over at anyone around to give a headtilt and a lift of his hand. Nothing to see here, he's just being a guard dog. ]
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[ Close to lunch, he can be found in a booth seat sitting up on top of the back of the seat. He has a plate of pie in his lap. Looking over at anyone who walks by. ]
Hey- [ Yawning. And then taking another bite. ] Man, it's quiet as hell here.
[ It's weird. ]
[ Junkyard ]
[ He's back here again, probably thanks to getting lost. Rolling up his sleeves as he investigates one of the piles with the mop handle. ]
Whoa. Hey, is that a knife?
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He refuses to let it take hold. Tuesday is another day, after all. So he heads out to the park even before getting breakfast. Anyone out and about this early is either very dedicated or perhaps one of the locals - and if one of the townspeople does happen to be around, he'll stop with the calisthenics and flag them down.]
Excuse me, I'm one of the... tourist group, and we weren't given a terribly detailed guide. I hate to be an inconvenience [he LIES] but I have a few questions, may I steal a moment of your time to ask them?
[Should it be one of his fellow "tourists" that he spots nearby, he's got a different question entirely.]
You're certainly out early, aren't you?
[Much later, he can be found at the tavern. He's as close to pressed into a corner as he can be, taking up more space than he knows he should at one end of the bar with a bottle of red wine, a few pencils, and some paper that was most assuredly not liberated from a closet in the motel. He's given up on using a glass, and takes a swig directly from the bottle every so often... only the barkeep knows whether this is his first tonight, unless you ask.
As to what he's working on - he appears to be drawing a group of people, filling in the sketch one at a time. The most finished is... well, it's genuinely unclear if they're a man or a woman, but they're brandishing a staff as though to warn someone away and wearing a hooded robe. There's a rangy man in thoroughly ahistorical armor standing beside them, one hand resting on their shoulder, a coiled whip held in the other. The two other figures are still barely sketched in - one is taller than the other three, with a suggestion of untidy long hair and a comical sketched-in frown where the face will eventually be. The fourth is crouched down with one arm upraised, and it looks like there'll be something held in that person's hand.
He'll set the pencil down for a moment, if someone's close enough for him to notice.]
This is hardly Montparnasse, but... any port in a storm, hm?
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do you wanna go on adventure
Hey, I'm planning on going to the edge of town. Are you interested?
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Feel free to answer this after you can get a proper headcount
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I heard adventure
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WEDNESDAY - APRIL 4th
millium's wednesday of woe
[Millium is here, and there's a slice of pie that sits uneaten at her spot from yesterday.
Millium herself is standing in front of the jukebox, rapidly swiping her card and entering something quickly. She does this for a solid two to three minutes, before returning to her seat with a cheery smile on her face.
Any other residents of the diner will be greeted with the following for roughly the next half an hour:
♪♫♬WOMP WOMP WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH♪♫♬
At first, it might just seem that this song is really long. Way longer than anyone who knows it will remember. But after the first three repetitions, it's likely other patrons will catch on to precisely what she's done.
After that, the song will finally, finally change.
♪♫♬It's not unusual to be loved by anyone...♪♫♬
And there might be some sighs of relief throughout the diner. It's a peaceful little interlude, a nice upbeat break from the aggressive what's new of the pussycat.
Unfortunately, a break is all it is. Because after it fades out...
♪♫♬WOMP WOMP WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH♪♫♬
Millium Orion could not be any prouder of herself if she tried. Thanks for asking.]
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THURSDAY - APRIL 5th
NEWSPAPER
The most recent rumor in town is, once again, about the tourists. An agent who refused to reveal their name remarked a man in an armor had snuck into the police station, for reasons the police force won't divulge. Whether they will take action based on this rumor or not is unclear, but if it's true, then we must ask ourselves: why did they do such a thing?
Nanette Johnson, hardworking agent, announced to this reporter the police force is considering the possibility of monitoring the tourists. Other agents refuted Johnson's comments, saying they lacked evidence and reasons to do such a thing. For the time being, all we can do is hope this incident won't repeat again.
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The hunting shop is back in business! And also, tonight you'll find a box filled with sweaters, for everyone in the motel. 'Enjoy', says a card with it. On the back says '---the Sergeant'. How nice of him, huh?
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sweaters!
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FRIDAY - APRIL 6th
NEWSPAPER
Since yesterday, several pillars of the community here in Cartesio have been gathering at the casino. When asked the motive, they informed this reporter they were organizing a party, as a sign of good will towards the visitors, and hoping it'd incentive them to bring more tourists in the future.
If any of the visitors is reading this, we want to tell you you're invited! Please come to the casino tomorrow saturday. Gambling, an extensive and luxurious buffet, good music, and assorted prizes await you!
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[With the newspaper everyone will also find brochures about the casino, with instructions about how to get there.
During the morning a stack of umbrellas appears at the motel lobby, too. For hail protection purposes. They don't seem to be of the best quality, but maybe they won't tear once they're hit by hail? The card with them says 'you can't kill if you get concussions today --- the Sergeant'
The casino will be available from tomorrow on]
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investigation!
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did you say millium's least favorite word
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