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

diner

[amburere]

[ Dabi's been watching her play with her food for a while, the distinct movements having drawn his attention even though he didn't come in here to chat (this is becoming a pattern). Might also be because people here seem to have a problem with bacon and he honestly doesn't get why. ]

Too bad the jukebox doesn't have speedcore. [ Ignoring her question for a comment of his own, it's cool. ]

[robitussin]

...You mind telling me what that is?

[It's far enough from the kind of music that she enjoys that she doesn't recognize the name.]

[amburere]

Fast techno. Your food would be mush if you could keep up. [ Not his type of music either, but his boss has weird taste. ]

[robitussin]

[She glances his way, disdain clear in her expression.]

Techno is barely music, anyways.

[amburere]

[ That look doesn't bother him any, it's pretty familiar. He even smirks a bit in return. ]

Can't say you're wrong. So what, you don't like bacon either?

[robitussin]

[She gives a shrug, glancing back down at her plate for a moment.]

I don't have a vendetta against it or anything. Can't say that anything here really sounds appetizing, though, given the whole... murder city thing we've got going on here.

[amburere]

No one's moved so far, and the villagers seem too much of the upstanding type to try anythin'. [ So like yeah, but eating here is probably safe.

In before the week 1 murder is in the diner via poisoning. ]

[robitussin]

Oh, no, I didn't mean that I'm, like, not eating because I think someone's going to poison us or something.

[She doesn't elaborate on what she did mean, though, giving a shrug instead.]

Not sure I would call the villagers upstanding, though.

[amburere]

Oh? [ He would have questioned her on the food bit, but villager discussion is more interesting. ]

[robitussin]

I mean...

[There's a momentary pause, while she decides the best way to put this.]

They have to realize what's going on here, right? What he's putting us up to.

[amburere]

Might not. Or they might have convinced themselves that it means something else.

[robitussin]

[She shakes her head.]

I find the first really hard to believe, and... They're huge assholes if it's the second one. So.

[amburere]

People don't mind leadin' a lazy and ignorant life if it's easy. [ Maybe it's a mix of both, honestly. ]

[robitussin]

Yeah, I get it, you're super edgy, I read your profile thing, I get it.

[A roll of her eyes.]

Thing is, I want to believe there's at least a way to try and get them to help us.

[amburere]

[ Just smirks. ]

Comes with the occupation. [ Well he still looked like this before he totally went down the evil path but that's OK. He's upped his edge game since then. ]

Then what are you waiting for?

[robitussin]

Villain is a subjective term. I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt on that one, unless you don't want it.

[A shrug.]

...I don't know.

[amburere]

I wouldn't want to be called anything else. [ And judging by how pleased he looks, it's a point of twisted pride too. ]

But you appreciate normalcy, right? Maybe you guys can bond over your mutual like of mundanity.

[robitussin]

Why's that?

[There's some apprehension in her voice, but she's honestly curious, too.]

I don't like... fake normalcy. None of this is normal, they're just pretending that it is. That shit drives me nuts.

[amburere]

[ There's a pause and then he shrugs. ]

Cause that's what I am, just like my name. [ He casts a look around the diner before turning back to her again. ] Reality is trash.

[robitussin]

...Reality is trash?

[A pause, as she glances his way with some skepticism.]

What do you prefer as an alternative, exactly?

[amburere]

Burning it all to the ground.

[ It's pretty simple at face. But there's more to it, naturally. ]

[robitussin]

That... seems a little bit extreme, but it sounds like you've got more to say.

[And she's interested to hear, at least.]