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!]

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TUESDAY - APRIL 3rd

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millium's tuesday terrors

[doublelammy]

[diner]
[Millium can be found seated nearby the jukebox with a slice of lemon pie. Who knows how many she's eaten already? She certainly won't tell.

Every so often, she gets up, goes over to the jukebox, slides her card, and enters a couple of songs.

It appears she's listening through each song on the jukebox one by one. She may be here a while.]

[around town]
[Millium is dashing between buildings with a pile of... some kind of paper.

She stops at each one, pausing to dig out a roll of tape and tearing off a strip of it, rolling it quickly into a ball before slapping it on the back of one of the paper things and slapping said paper thing up against the building.

As soon as that's done, she's off to the next one.

If someone stops to look at what she's pasting up, it looks like a very poorly cut out... paper shark, with an equally poorly (and likely hastily) drawn toothy grin.]

Around town

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus probably runs into Millium at the gas station. He blinks when he sees her slapping up paper sharks, before remembering the newspaper.]

Do you intend to make that "shark alert" actually relevant?

Diner

[carbide]

[Olympia finds her way into here today, and takes a seat further down. She's more interested in people watching than food, and in particular stares intently as Millium gets up to enter a song.]

around town

[odasaku]

Seems like the shark alert is real now.

[ even though oda says this with a deadpan expression, he can't help but feel amused with millium's antics ]

Around Town

[quickpersuader]

[Ah. This must be...]

Shark warning?

around town

[amburere]

[ Millum's frantic darting gets Dabi's attention more than anything else, though he's content to watch her for a bit before he starts to walk over to one of the sharks. Like everyone else, the shark gets a nice lengthy stare from him.

....really. ]

Sharks don't grin. [ Yes, that is apparently his problem with all of this. ]

Around town

[integratedsoul]

[ Papercrafts are pretty much extinct in Cian's time. If you're going to be creative, most of the time you'll find yourself drawing digitally and maybe 3D printing something. Actual paper made from real trees is more of a rare and expensive good.

So seeing Millium put up her shark creations maybe fills her with just a bit more fascination than the whole matter deserves. ]

... they're really cute.

diner

[browbeater]

[wow there's the spy getting the-- famous lemon pie? Huh.]

How many more songs do you have to go?

NEWSPAPER

[cartesio]

[Weather: windy weather continues throughout the day before finally stopping at sundown. Starry and calm night.

The feeling of optimism we felt has proven to be accurate. The visitors have been in the town for one day, and one of them literally bought everything in our local hunting shop! Mr. Mason Sterling, the owner of the hunting shop commented this had been an once-in-a-lifetime sale, and that as a sign of gratitude, he added a few free products to the merchandise bought. This reporter's hopes is that this mysterious tourist, who is said to be called 'Keith', will continue showering Cartesio with his generosity.

Shark alert: Stopping until further notice.]

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[The lobby and the sidewalk outside the motel are filled with dozens of large boxes from the hunting shop, filled to the brim with all kinds of survival products, handheld guns and, ammunition. There are so many it's a bit difficult to walk through them. All of the boxes have large stickers that say 'PROPERTY OF KEITH', courtesy of the hunting shop.

The hunting shop is devoid of products until Thursday]

[kingbomber]

[ He notices this. And he just kind of looks at this shit... ]

...What the actual fuck?

[ Well, okay then, moving along, but still...what. ]

[marmoron]

[.....








Holy shit?]

[clearities]

Hoeeeeeeeee....

[ Sakura is absolutely shocked at both the newspaper and. The amount of boxes there are?! That's so much! ]

[marmoron]

motel - all day
[You know all those boxes of stuff that's now cluttering the motel lobby and the sidewalk outside? The boxes that are addressed to some genius named "Keith" ? Yeah. He'll be busy moving all this stuff into his room and trying to make it fit inside so that nobody trips over the merchandise or whatever. He isn't complaining about it, but dang he is not having fun right now.

There are a couple of boxes stacked on top of each other that he's attempting to move inside, but it sure is box hell and he might just bump into someone while carrying an armful of... way too many guns.]

You okay?

diner - evening
[Keith is quite literally draped over a table as he reads the menu. It's been a long day....]

Motel

[quickpersuader]

[It's okay, Kino wasn't doing much besides taking a nice, long, noisy drink out of a packet of juice while staring at the merch.]

You really did it, huh.

[Kino's voice is deadpan. Amazing.]

motel

[snideper]

[Clarisse does not wait to be bumped into, but instead just invites herself to pull a gun out of one of the boxes and turn it over in her hands while Keith has his hands full.]

Huh. Sure is a lot of these.

[She got a bow and arrows for herself on like hour one and a half of her stay, and she has them strapped to her back right now, as always.]

All Day

[chiefminion]

...all these boxes have your name on them. Did you buy all this?

[Moloch's voice already has disapproval, and it'll be worse when he finds out it's all from the hunting store. What the heck, Keith]

Motel

[yonosoymaria]

It's nothing.

[He may be unnaturally pretty in the face, but Eric is definitely not delicately built - and he's dressed less ostentatiously today, no cloak to get tangled up in anything.]

I don't suppose you'd let me trade help with carrying all that in for a look through it, and maybe a knife?

Diner

[integratedsoul]

[ It's pretty hard to not have seen Keith around today, given the box-apocalypse going down in the motel. He'd seemed pretty busy and Cian's been out exploring the town most of the day (not that it makes her feel slightly less nauseous) so they'd not been talking, but ah...... he looks positively miserable now as well.

Maybe someone should check on the boy. ]

Good evening. Mind if I join you?

Motel

[goturshit]

[ raises an eyebrow ]

You planning on starting a militia?

motel

[protectandselfserve]

[well, he gets out bright and early after reading the paper and drinking his coffee, and...

...

...]

They really gave us that much money, huh?

[goturshit]

[ Alright, it's been like three days, it's probably up to her to get out of here. Leaving the town physically, she imagines, is a no-go for whatever reason - someone like their captor isn't going to leave that particular loose end flapping in the wind, so she's not going to bother trying it. Which means she needs to stockpile some... supplies. She spends a lot of time in the junkyard, looking for... well. ]

Why are there so many knives here? I own ten knives now, but not one computer!

[ After that, she goes to the gas station to check out... well, she's sure spending a lot of time investigating the rope and the duct tape.

And then, after running twelve knives and a lot of rope and duct tape to her room, she can be found in the lobby, taking some notes. But she might be a little hard to find, since she's uh. Sitting under one of the tables as she does so. ]

NPC AND OPTIONAL PC INTERACTION

[ Later on, though, she hits up the tavern and sits around drinking literally until closing time, or at last until most everyone else is gone. Mostly she's looking to see what the clientele is like late at night - she wants to chat up any sketchy dudes or ladies or other who show up, and regrets that for once it's not in line with why she usually chats people up late at night. If there are no sketchy people, she might just chat up the bartender. ]

[linearcrash]

[ Motel ]

[ Early morning, they can find Nine sitting out on the floor watching the entrance. His arms are crossed, and there's a mop resting on the floor beside him.

He'll look over at anyone around to give a headtilt and a lift of his hand. Nothing to see here, he's just being a guard dog. ]

[ Diner (open to NPCs or PCs) ]

[ Close to lunch, he can be found in a booth seat sitting up on top of the back of the seat. He has a plate of pie in his lap. Looking over at anyone who walks by. ]

Hey- [ Yawning. And then taking another bite. ] Man, it's quiet as hell here.

[ It's weird. ]

[ Junkyard ]

[ He's back here again, probably thanks to getting lost. Rolling up his sleeves as he investigates one of the piles with the mop handle. ]

Whoa. Hey, is that a knife?

[yonosoymaria]

[Well, Monday was essentially a wash. Aside from wandering the town and going to that meeting, Eric had done... a whole lot of nothing. He can feel a dark and clinging melancholy creeping up on him, ushered in by feeling trapped -

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?

do you wanna go on adventure

[browbeater]

[at the motel in the morning, Mako is soliciting people who might be interested in going with him to the edge of town, to really scout out what they're dealing with.]

Hey, I'm planning on going to the edge of town. Are you interested?