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

[snideper]

[Clarisse goes to the hunting shop first thing at some godawful hour in the morning before the sun has even risen, and stays there for hours after the fact, shooting arrows at the targets in the range in the back. Each one lands at the center with perfect precision. Still, something dissatisfies her about the whole process; her expression remains steely cold with each shot, but when she turns every now and then to swap out her bow with one of the many she's laid out on the rack behind her, she scowls real hard at nothing in particular.

Anyone approaching gets fixed with a hard glare, too, before she returns to her practice—but she needs you to know she sees you.

A little later in the afternoon, she emerges from the diner in something of a huff, a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth like some kinda fuckin protagonist and a few pieces of sausage in one fist like a goddamn neanderthal, Clarisse we use utensils here.]

Stupid...chipper freaks. Ugh!

[Whatever she's mumbling about, she's real goddamn mad about it...

Later, not too long before the sun starts to set, she makes a trip to the junkyard. Her face may full well freeze into that sneer, but there's something kind of...off, deliberate and cold, about the way she makes her way through, crouching down to pick up one rusted knife after another and hold it up to the sunlight before tossing the knife aside.]

Useless...

[Of course, she isn't any easier to sneak up on here, and anyone approaching gets her customary glare of greeting, though this time, she doesn't resume her...work? whatever this is??? right away.]

junkyard

[burgerprince]

[here's the trash king himself, standing on a pile of trash.]

Of course it is. It's a junkyard.

[snideper]

[scoffs. no patience for his sass!!!]

None of these were any good to begin with. Nothing worth salvaging.

[burgerprince]

[alright calm down it’s just garbage.]

It was, once. Now it’s not. That’s why it’s trash.

[He skids down from his little mountain of rubbish.]

Didn’t they have that in the sixth century?

Junkyard

[chiefminion]

Is it really useless? As long as it hurts it'll do its job.

[Moloch hasn't picked up a knife, but he found a wrench, which he's carrying around. He feels more comfortable with it -- it's both useful and is sure to leave unconscious anyone who tries to attack him. He's not an advocate of stabbing people, but self-defense is important]

[snideper]

[Clarisse, for one, has not put her new bow down for a moment so, like, she's already armed and all.]

You can use anything to hurt if you really work at it. [skills: if you give her an object she can probably figure out how to end a life with it] But these aren't worth the trouble.

[chiefminion]

Too fragile or are knives not your style?

[He's keeping an eye on that bow and arrow. The Sergeant asked them to kill each other, and he's currently near someone with a weapon that's capable of killing him. He's not going to let his guard down[

[snideper]

Hm. Closer to the former.

[There's no real point to feigning any kind of ignorance or casual interest; the guestbook laid out her skill set real clearly...]

Thought one of these might have been worth something before the rust set in, but there are better options.

hunting shop

[streetwolf]

[He literally knows exactly what he's looking for. But it's kinda hard to just casually walk by with the looking.

Is it the hood or??? He slides it back down does that help.]

...You do know if someone actually kicks it. Whoever did it's probably just gonna stab'em with an arrow right?

[Even he, the murder hobo, doesn't look this shady.]

[snideper]

[Clarisse doesn't turn away from her target practice, but she scoffs in response.]

Isn't that easy, and anyone with half a clue of what they're doing can tell the difference between the two kinds of wounds, so if you're planning how you're gonna off someone already, I'll save you the trouble and tell you to think of something else.

[she's gonna be mad as hell when she learns that anyone incorrectly voted for still gets executed huh]

[streetwolf]

[He snorts.]

Yeah, like someone planning to do that ain't just going to grab a bow and shoot at a corpse for a bit. This is a big place. If someone does something they're gonna have plenty of time to mess around.

[He's not even mad. Is this how Leo felt when he looked at him.]

[snideper]

Hah. No one's going to be half as good with a bow as I am. I won't take the blame for some amateur's work.

[She releases the bowstring as she says that and her arrow flies dead into the target's center. Still, she makes a displeased noise at the back of her throat.]

And I've inflicted enough wounds to tell you one looks different if you inflict it on a corpse. Don't think I don't know where I'm standing.

diner

[doublelammy]

[Millium was about to head in when Clarisse came storming out, so she just stops in her tracks and watches the angry blonde lady with the sausages.]

Wow.

Did they forget to give you eggs? Is that why you're mad?

[Listen, that's all the breakfast she's missing!]

[snideper]

What? What's wrong with you.

[that's a statement of fact, not a question]

All these townspeople are—are unnerving. They're [and with such disdain as to practically spit the word:] too nice.

[doublelammy]

You have toast and sausage. If you had eggs, you'd actually have a good breakfast.

[More like what is wrong with you, Clarisse? Don't you want a healthy meal?]

...Are they? I dunno. They seem normal tiny-place level of nice to me.

'Sides, I don't see what's to complain about. You just show 'em the little card thing and they give you pie. What's not to like?

[It is questionable if Millium has ordered anything else at this diner.]

[snideper]

[kay i am going to kill you

she's moving on from the eggs thing. no. forget it]

Normal tiny-place levels of nice, sure, whatever, but this isn't a normal tiny place. Where have you been?

diner

[protectandselfserve]

[...

...

you know he's usually as chipper as the damn npcs but this is actually genuinely bothering him]

...Young lady, have you ever seen a fork before in your life...?

[snideper]

[WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP GETTING ON HER CASE ABOUT WHAT AN UNCIVILIZED HEATHEN SHE IS ABOUT FOOD, GOD]

Not as portable—Why does it matter! Why do you care!

[protectandselfserve]

It's unsanitary! You're going to give yourself e. coli like that.

diner

[goturshit]

[ if anything about this bothers Kinzie even a little, she doesn't show it. ]

That bad in there, huh?

[snideper]

[bless kinzie for her understanding]

What is wrong with these townspeople?

[goturshit]

Some people are just like this. I have no idea why.

junkyard

[icariot]

[Hawks really shouldn't make it a habit to keep finding children in this junkyard, but here we are.

Clarisse might not be easy to sneak up on, but was she prepared to hear dramatic wingbeats and finding a guy perched on a huge pile of junk like a gargoyle? Because that's how Hawks decides to start this]

...Do all of the kids here want to get tetanus? Because that's the vibe I'm getting.

[snideper]

[scoffs!] What are you talking about?

[she

doesn't know what tetanus is]

[icariot]

You know, tetanus? Very painful muscle seizing among some other things from getting cut by rusty metal?

[A long, very pointed glance at all the rusty metal hunks and knives Clarisse is surrounded by]