WEEK 1: April 2nd - April 6th

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Peace Week

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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[Welcome to the peace week! This week there won't be a murder nor a task. Enjoy the peace while it lasts! If you want to contact the Sergeant, please post here!]

Comments

[marmoron]

Right.

[That's not an apology because he doesn't actually think he owes one, but...]

These are pretty antiquated where I'm from so if you need a more detailed explanation, you're better off asking the clerk.

[browbeater]

[well, you know, Mako would. but keith's about to buy the whole damn store so.

like. whatever dude?!]

Yeah, should've probably started there. The rest of this stuff I've seen before-- just this caught me off guard. But if it involves explosives, I get the picture.

[marmoron]

Right.

[Wow, he's being repetitive. But he's at least aware that he's not doing himself any favors by alienating himself from the people here. Small talks never been his strong suit, even after being with the paladins and the blades, but he has to try. So even though he feels like he's being forced to eat a lemon, he persists.]

What year is it where you're from?

[browbeater]

[it's fine. they'll figure it ou soon enough.]

171 AG.

But I don't think we're all on the same calendar, if that makes sense?

[marmoron]

[...yeah, definitely not on the same calendar system.]

Haven't heard on that one before.

[But he doesn't necessarily sound bothered by it. Different planets use different ways of tracking time. It'd make sense for alternate universes to do much the same.]

The Sergeant sure picked a diverse group for kidnapping.

{it's like being at the universe's worst UN convention...]