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

[marmoron]

npc harassment - morning, around town
[Scrunched up newspaper in one hand, Keith confronts the first townsperson he sees.]

You there. Yeah, you. [Great conversationalist, Keith is.] What's this tragedy from two days ago about?

weapons store - mid-morning
[Well now that this "sergeant" has made it perfectly clear what the damn expectations are, it's time to see what all is in the weapons store and what the limits on this debit card they've all been given are. Catch Keith perusing the various items for sale with a vaguely sour look on his face, or catch him walking right up to the good bloke at the cash register to make one very serious announcement.]

I want all of it.

junkyard - afternoon
[Later in the day, Keith heads back over to the junkyard where he's looking busy rummaging for parts that might conceivably be used to put together a radio. He's pretty engrossed in this task, only pausing to look briefly over at anyone who approaches.]

Weapons store

[quickpersuader]

[Kino's walking back to the clerk when Keith makes his demands, and, well.

Kino is going to sidle up real quick, passing over a semi-automatic pistol, a revolver, a gun cleaning kit, and ammunition.]

I'd like these before he buys everything else.

[>Priorities.]

[marmoron]

[Keith's giving those items Kino's attempting to purchase a glance. Not that he's in a position to judge or anything, but he can't help raising an eyebrow.]

What do you need those for? Those aren't toys, you know.

[quickpersuader]

What do you need the whole store for? These aren't toys, you know.

[Kino's tone is completely deadpan. The next part, however, comes with a faint sense of curiosity.]

What are you trying to do by buying everything here?

junkyard

[clearities]

Ho~e? [ She's wandering around rather aimlessly today and she manages to notice Keith, looking rather curious. ] What are you looking for?

[marmoron]

[He looks up, mostly to assess whether or not she's a potential threat. He keeps his eyes on her, guarded as hell though not showing any overt hostility.]

Parts to build a radio.

[Simple enough, right?]

[clearities]

You know how to make one?

[ There seems to be something akin to being impressed, as shown as how her eyes sparkle. ]

That's really amazing...!

weapon store oh god why keith

[odasaku]

[ oda is quietly grabbing a pistol, a gun cleaning kit, and a couple boxes of ammunition when he hears keith...say that.

good god. ]

Are you gonna carry all that by yourself or did you buy a car, too?

CANT STOP WONT STOP

[marmoron]

[Keith looks over his shoulder, utterly nonchalant. Don't call him out on the zero (0) thought he's put into the follow through of his purchases!!]

Look. [FROWN.] I'm just a paying customer. It's up to the store to decide how to deliver what I'm buyig.

[...probably....]

[odasaku]

I don't think the store owner was ready for anyone to buy the entire store.

[ he sets the equipment on the counter. despite the sass and the inner concern he has for this kid, oda looks mostly indifferent. ]

You shouldn't cause them so much trouble.

Junkyard

[chiefminion]

[The junkyard is pretty much Moloch's preferred spot to be at. Being a mechanic, this has a lot of stuff to work on.- The problem is that he has no idea where to start. When he sees Keith, he approaches]

Need any help?

[marmoron]

[Keith's eyeing a few parts that he's scavenged from other broken pieces of equipment, frowning.]

Depends. You know how to build a radio or a satellite or anything like that?

[He's not particularly optimisitc about the answer, but hey.]

[chiefminion]

I have never built a satellite, but I can make a radio. I have been a mechanic for years and lately I have needed to work on a lot of things more complicated than vehicles and clanks, a radio should be easy enough.

[He sounds confident enough about that]

[streetwolf]

[First Clarisse's...everything and now this. At least this guy didn't immediately try to shoot someone. That counts for something right?]

...Is this some sorta plan to stop anyone else from buying this shit or you going for the 'one most equipped to murder' prize?

[marmoron]

[Don't get too optimistic this shining fool might've tried to stab the Sergeant so....]

What kind of prize is that?

[streetwolf]

[The sergeant doesn't count as a someone]

I dunno. But you want all this and we already got that girl with the bow...

weapons store

[doublelammy]

[Stare...]

Y'know, getting all the big stabbies and shooties isn't gonna magically compensate for anything.

[I'm so sorry about her]

[marmoron]

[sdhkjal;; the truly dumb thing about this is that this is going over Keith's head. He's giving her a look.]

Why would I need to compensate for something?

[doublelammy]

Man, I bet that's what you say to all the girls when they ask why it's so small...

[Millium sighs, resting her cheek in one hand and cupping that elbow with her other hand. Men!]

NPC

[cartesio]

[ A man in his thirties, just minding his own business on his way to work, looks over in surprise at Keith when approached. ]

Uhh, howdy to you too, stranger. You one of those visitors, everyone talkin' about?

[marmoron]

If by visitor, you mean kidnapping victim, yeah sure.

[Same difference right?]

How....dy. [Said like he's speaking alien. Best to get the pleasantry out of the way.]

So what happened here?

weapons store

[browbeater]

[look honestly, he notices him when he's in the gun section. The town is sparsely populated enough, that, well. When someone else approaches, he notices.]

You know what these things do?

[marmoron]

[Interesting. So this guy doesn't know what firearms are for whatever reason. After a night of sleep, he's at least less inclined to view this whole thing as a hallucination brought upon by space madness, but when your next best explanation is that this is Garfle Warfle Snick 2.0, well.... that's not exactly great for your mood either.]

Yeah.

[That's it. That's his whole answer. ...I'm sorry.]

weapons

[robitussin]

[She looks uneasy even stepping foot in this place, given the information they've all received, but that nervousness only increases when Natalie happens to hear his request.]

Hey, what? No. No, don't do that. Why do you want all of it?

[marmoron]

[Keith turns to her, raising an eyebrow at her nervousness and the reaction.]

...And you want what instead?