WEEK 1: April 2nd - April 6th

[cartesio]

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

[saladandeggs]

[Police Station]

HELLO?! POLICE?! I HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED!

[Frasier is trying to get the attention of every officer he can see, knocking on every window and door and harassing as many people as he can. He’s incredibly distraught...and angry.]

Who’s running this shoddy excuse for a police station? JON BURGE?! WHERE IS THE JUSTICE!?

[Tavern]

[The place reminds him of Cheers, albeit much less welcoming. It’s a far cry from Sam Malone and his lothario tendencies, and he wasn’t expecting Diane to pop in at any moment. Yet, regardless, Frasier is here and intent on getting as wine-drunk as possible.

...if they had any decent selection, mind you. Frasier is scoffing at the selection, practically ready to bury himself at the mercy of the bartender.]

...I’ll settle for a white wine spritzer.

[His first order at Cheers. He’s feeling nostalgic, even if he’s grown a bit beyond those days.

He can practically hear his brother scoffing at his drink choice. He almost misses it.]

Police station

[streetwolf]

[Wayne doesn't like the police, but has to go past here. He even pulls his hood up. Not suspicious at all, nope.

And he just stops and stares, and he's trying really hard. But a laugh still makes it. He's just going to flung an arm up to wave.]

You really think the police are gonna help when you're accusing their sergeant?

[saladandeggs]

If this behavior is anything to go by, he’s as CORRUPT AS I IMAGINED HIM TO BE!

[streetwolf]

Well, yeah, he did kidnap a load of people. Including actual kids. You not get that from the fact he wants people to kill each other?

[saladandeggs]

...Fair point. I’m - actually. I have no rebuttal for that.

[streetwolf]

...Okay wasn't expecting that. But I'm kinda glad. [][This might be the first time an adults ever listen to him.]

At least you're running for help and not the weapon shop.

[saladandeggs]

Oh, please. The best thing we can do in this situation is stay calm.

[said after yelling like a madman]

Tavern

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus mutters something under his breath about the lack of name brands before approaching the bartender.] Your most expensive red wine, sir. Just one glass will do for now. [He glances at Frasier in a commiserating manner.]

[saladandeggs]

...make that two. Or three, rather. I am in a mood.

[silvertongueheir]

[A shrug. Franciscus personally plans to slowly nurse one glass of wine.] Well, this location does seem to lack any vehicles we can use, so I suppose drunk driving will not be an issue.

[saladandeggs]

One would think that if they plan on having us commit mass murder, they’d provide vehicles.

...I am not speaking from experience.

[silvertongueheir]

[He gets a bit of a Look from Franciscus at that anyways.] That's an inelegant method, anyway. Though if the Sergeant wants to play at a trial, he probably wants more left alive than dead.

[saladandeggs]

Inelegant, yes. But somehow, I doubt he has an affinity towards elegance...considering the whole murder thing.

tavern

[burgerprince]

[Listen if a teen can sneak into a bar a teen can sneak into a bar, even without the intention to drink, but then there's this guy. Frasier.

God.

Fucking Frasier.

Give him a moment to process this.]

...Nice callback.

[saladandeggs]

[blink.]

Beg pardon.

[burgerprince]

Oh, you know...

[oh god this is awkward]

That was your first order at Cheers. It's a good throwback.

[saladandeggs]

...have - I’m sorry, have we met before?

[burgerprince]

No- no.

[God this is so much harder than Rose.]

But I know you. [He bites his lip.] From TV.

[saladandeggs]

...ah, yes. You must tune into my yearly performance of Buttons and Bows.

police station

[marmoron]

[The one reason Keith is here is because he's trying to get to the bottom of this "no crimes happen in Cartesio except that one time" narrative that's been spewed at him. Otherwise, he has no love for cops and that much is somewhat evident on his face. He thought he looked conspicuous as heck wearing full paladin armor, but then there's someone yelling so that's all relative, innit.]

Does that usually work?

[saladandeggs]

...well, yes. It gets their attention.

[is he wrong]

[marmoron]

[There's a huff -- like he's amused despite himself.]

Can't say that I've ever wanted a cop to pay attention to me.

[A beat.]

What I meant was does shouting for justice usually get it for you.

[saladandeggs]

Unfortunately, the justice system is not as convenient as that. At times, the world is unfair regardless of how much shouting one does.

...yet, shouting helps. It’s frankly cathartic in many a ways.

[marmoron]

There's that at least.

[Too bad it may only be that though.]

The folks here don't seem to think anything's wrong.

[saladandeggs]

They’ve obviously been brainwashed - perhaps they’re hostages as much as we are.