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
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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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Early in the morning is the best time for a swim, isn't it?
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In this weather? Especially so. Good morning!
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