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

[relieable]

[it's Wednesday, and things seem to be... okay, so far? Osomatsu's met a lot of really neat people! he wants to meet more.

in the morning, he spends a good amount of time in his room with the door open, which means you're welcome to visit! he is thinking about the past couple days, and he wants to do something fun with someone!

by the time he goes into the lobby of the motel, he's grinning. time to look for a pen and paper. the newspaper inspires him! he wants to do art! or maybe make stuff to play a game with. you may see him busily going around, looking for art supplies.

in the evening, Osomatsu has settled down some. he's getting homesick already. he ventures to the gas station to see if he can find some rust-b-gone, or something similar to that. it occurs to Osomatsu that he has absolutely no idea how to properly clean a knife. it's possible to see him looking confused as he walks through the few aisles]

morning

[unfashionably]

[ At first, Sting waltzes on by (more like jogs if you wanna get pedantic) Osomatsu's room. Then, he realizes the door was open and he backs up. Literally backs up instead of turning around and then he peeks in.

Open doors are basically invitations, yeah? That means he's absolutely free to cause whatever mischief he wants in here. Not that he would. He's a good guy, y'know? Definitely not the kind to get up to shenanigans. Especially with his neighbor. ]

Hey, got room for one more?

[relieable]

[the open door was definitely an invitation, and Osomatsu seems pleased to have a visitor. he turns his head from where he's standing, looking up at his neighbor and grinning]

Sure! I was just lookin' in this trunk. Did you get a weird mask and a uniform, too?

[unfashionably]

[ grins and an invitation? he's in! literally, 'cause he grins right back then walks in. annd looks into the trunk. oh, that stuff. ]

Yeah, no idea what that's about though. What's the point in givin' us all the same mask? [ and it doesn't even look good. or match anything but the uniform, that's downright criminal for an accessory. ]

[relieable]

[yeah, it's not a very cool-looking mask, that's for sure. in fact, having it here makes it seem kind of... ominous?]

And the same uniform. Must be Serge's fetish, or something.

[unfashionably]

[ serge: loves 'em in a uniform. that sure is a thought he wishes he didn't have. ]

Y'know, it sounds a little creepy when you put it that way. Not that the whole thing isn't creepy.

[relieable]

[a smirk. he was only joking. still, one has to wonder, right? Osomatsu closes the trunk and gets to his feet]

It is, really. I mean, think about it. We were all at home, mindin' our own business, then we wake up in Nowheresville, and the guy watching over us has no face! It's like the start of some horror flick.

[unfashionably]

Well, the no face part isn't so bad. The guy almost looks like Rogue when he's messin' around with shadows. [ meaning familiar, and familiar is always good. except the sergeant isn't rogue and he isn't planning to play twin with him anytime soon.

or ever. ] The real problem is the first part. Guess I'm glad this didn't happen when I was in the middle of a fight, but that doesn't mean I'm happy either.

[relieable]

[hm...? Osomatsu eyes the guy up and down, noticing his physique, and his clothes]

You get into fights often, or something?

gas station

[goturshit]

[ welcome to the ropes and some other stuff aisle, where kinzie is just. testing the tensile strength of some rope, don't mind her. ]

Oh, sup?

[relieable]

[Osomatsu turns his head to notice the other person standing there. ah! what cool hair. he loves the bright red color. she was at the meeting, he remembers]

Not much... Just lookin' around. [an easy grin, despite the fact that he looked so lost just moments before]

[goturshit]

Cool. Weird shit in here, right? [ gestures Around Them ] Though I guess "weird shit" describes basically all of this.

[relieable]

[weird shit? he looks down and finally notices the... er... the rope in her hands]

Now that you mention it, I can't remember the last time I saw rope in a gas station. At least, not this kind. [he picks up a loop of his own, running his hand along it]

[goturshit]

Yeah, usually you have to make due with phone charge cables if you're really in a pinch. [ what does that mean, kinzie ] I wouldn't mind more gas stations selling rope, honestly, in places where hardware stores don't exist.

[relieable]

[he probably shouldn't say this, but it comes out]

You like tying up things? [why else would she be so obsessed with rope? or is she maybe thinking about using it here?]

[goturshit]

That's a very "Kinzie's entry in the guestbook" way to put it. But don't worry, not without consent.

[relieable]

[AH........ the guestbook! he really needs to read that thing. he keeps forgetting.

after a moment, he looks down at the rope in his hands. does he tell this stranger, this girl, that he's into tying up "things" too? that might get him punched in the face.

but Osomatsu's never really been that good of a judge one when to keep his mouth shut]

What about with consent? [stop him]

lobby

[clearities]

Um... Osomatsu-san? [ She does notice him at the lobby, and she can't help but peer a little curiously as well. ] What are you doing?

[relieable]

[Osomatsu pauses, looking up from where he's been drawing on the floor. He's taped several pieces of paper together, to make one giant long rectangle-shaped sheet. and on the paper, he's started drawing something... it looks like a giraffe. he's got a box of crayons that he found from the gas station lying beside him]

Sakura-chan! [he remembered her name] I thought this place was lookin' kinda sad! So I wanted to get everyone to draw or write something on here so we could put it in the hallway, like a mural. [how simple]

[clearities]

Ohhh...

[ Even if it's simple, Sakura herself is rather simple-minded as well a good amount of the time while she can come up with rather unique things when it comes down to it. ]

I think that would be nice. It might cheer everyone up, too. I'd want to draw a penguin-san! And-- [ Her expression falls, just a little bit. ] I don't know if they're still here, but I'd like to do something for Lovepon-san and Mira-san, too.

[relieable]

[Sakura, don't make this sad. Osomatsu is trying to keep himself happy, and busy, and not think about people dying]

Huh? Them, too? [he sits up and taps his chin with his crayon] Do ya know if they liked animals?

[clearities]

I don't know, but... I think it's the effort that matters the most. I could make things that aren't animals, too!

[relieable]

[she can probably draw better than him. she's a cute girl, after all. Osomatsu grabs the box of crayons, then holds it out to her]

You're welcome t'draw whatever you want! Or write whatever you want. [within reason, though Osomatsu doesn't think he needs to warn Sakura about that. he, himself, is the one that needs to hold back, considering what his New Year's cards were like!]

[clearities]

I'll draw and write a lot...!

[ She nods excitedly, as she takes the box of crayons, looking at all the colors. ]

There'll be cute penguin-sans and bear-sans, too.

[relieable]

You like penguins and bears, then? [maybe he would try drawing a penguin for her] Are they your favorites?