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

[doublelammy]

[sdfasdfa;;

Millium whirls around to face Wayne, hands (or, well, sweater-paws) on her hips and scowling as intensely as she can manage, which isn't very intensely at all.]

Hey!

Oooh, and it's you again, too? Maybe I really do need to think of a child-grabby nickname for you!

[She's not actually upset, but Wayne is probably doomed now.]

[streetwolf]

[Fuck

He just wanted to watch her run around with her head stuck in a sweater.

What do?

Uh...He'll just stare back. And question his life choices.]

[doublelammy]

[He'll get his wish, though, as she struggles to get the sweater off her hands and back on comfortably.

...]

Hey, Grabbyhands.

Fix it.

[streetwolf]

[He kneels so he can reach and then he thinks about it for a moment.

...

...

Ties a knot in the end of her sleeves.]

1/2

[doublelammy]

[. . .]

2/2

[doublelammy]

[Time to abuse that knot and try to whap him with it like some kind of fabric mace.]

Bless

[streetwolf]

[That actually stings...Not much but still.]

... This was a bad idea wasn't it?

[doublelammy]

Sure was!

[whap whap whap]

[streetwolf]

Oi! Stop-

[He doesn't really try to stop her though. What else can he do that won't cause her too much trouble or backfire on him again?]

[doublelammy]

[He cannot escape.

Especially not if she changes up that whapping to instead loop the knotted sleeves behind his neck.]

[streetwolf]

[Why didn't he get up when he had a chance? He could just pick her up, but that's even worse.

He's just going to sit, and try to duck under it instead.]

[doublelammy]

[Oh, Wayne. You fool, thinking you'll ever know freedom...

She's gonna keep trying.]

[streetwolf]

[And she has an advantage at this height.]

You're the clingiest person I've ever met. Geez.

[doublelammy]

Ehehe. Good! That just means I'm special to you now~!

[She's #1 in something, that's for sure?]

[streetwolf]

[Wheeze]

Yeah well you- You're just a bigger brat than the other kids!

[HMPH! Wayne is actually the biggest brat.]

[doublelammy]

Says the guy grabbing little girls and tying knots in their sleeves!

[streetwolf]

Zip it. Couldn't you pick up something that fit you better than the tent?

[doublelammy]

Yeah, I coulda gone digging, but why? This is comfy and oversized things are cute.

[See? She's just being ~fashionable!~]

[streetwolf]

It'll be a lot less cute when you trip and break your nose. That looks hard to get blood out of too...

[doublelammy]

I'm not gonna trip and break my nose. Jeez... girls wear dresses all the time, this isn't that different!

[streetwolf]

Dress sleeves don't reach their knees. If they have sleeves... Why we even getting these things anyway?

[doublelammy]

I dunno. But it's comfy!

[streetwolf]

I guess. It's a bit weird getting free shit though.

[Mister 3 or so layers is garbing one.]

[doublelammy]

Sure, but this whole place is weird. I ain't gonna complain about a sweater.

[streetwolf]

[Oh sweet a black one, it'll blend with the other layers.]

I guess... I wonder if we'll get anything else.