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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Friday

[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

NPCs please!

[quickpersuader]

[Kino awakens with the sun.

Some time is spent during that waking up process. After that is a quick and simple breakfast from the diner before heading over to the junkyard. Those early enough in the morning may catch the occasional sound of metal scraping against metal as Kino scours the place for anything useful. Not that it's easy to find the traveler - Kino is rather small, after all. But every so often Kino does resurface, holding battered sheets of metal up with a discerning look.]

[Once it's open, it's time to head to the hunting goods store. Kino will eventually be found at the shooting range, trying out a semi-automatic pistol as well as a revolver. The bullet holes left behind are precise; one dead center, and after that, carefully formed circles around it, all rapidly shot.

That marksmanship mention in the guestbook wasn't just for show, it seems.]

[After the meeting, and therefore in the afternoon, Kino can be found walking towards the motel with a bag of groceries and supplies. The revolver is rather obviously holstered on the right hip. Behind, however...

At any rate, Kino's looking pretty pleased. If you want a chance to chat up the traveler about anything in particular, now might be a good time for it.]

[NPC THREAD]

[Mid-afternoon, Kino goes out to seek the townspeople. It was really only a matter of time; Kino is a traveler, and getting to know the country one has traveled to is the entire point of traveling in the first place, even if this was... involuntary.

Kino will seek out anyone who doesn't seem too busy, especially if they seem like they'd be open to talking to a stranger.]

Excuse me. I'm one of the tourists, and I couldn't help but have a few questions about this beautiful town of yours.

Shoot.

[carbide]

[After that impressive shooting, Kino turns out to have an audience.]

Your skill is impressive.

[quickpersuader]

It's important to keep in practice.

[Kino doesn't seem to mind the audience, at least.]

Were you thinking of testing your skills too, Ms. Olympia?

[carbide]

I don't have any shooting experience.

[That doesn't technically answer the question, but Olympia thinks it does.]

[quickpersuader]

Not any of your other skills, either?

[We all know what the Sergeant wants, it's not like it's a big secret people are probably going to need to defend themselves.]

[carbide]

If you can keep up that accuracy while evading, and find someone to take care of close range fighting, you'd do well in Yggdrasil.

[There, her skill. Unless Kino was hoping for acting.]

hunting goods store

[burgerprince]

[If people are going to be killing each other here, Jughead might as well start keeping tabs on who's buying guns.]

Gonna put that survival knowledge to good use?

[Kino doesn't seem like the 'power crazed boyscout' type but at this point it's probably good to double check that.]

[quickpersuader]

Always do. [The reply is quick as Kino fires off two more rounds. It's only with the safety back in place that Kino will turn to face Jughead properly.]

If I die, I can't travel anymore, so I'd like to avoid that if possible.

[Kino is a traveler with simple wants.]

Are you investigating us, then?

[burgerprince]

I would've thought the off-putting part of dying would be dying.

[As he says that, he was reaching into his pocket for his notebook, and Kino's words stop him.]

Great guess. What clued you in?

[quickpersuader]

I don't want to die. But more than anything else, I want to keep traveling.

[It's an important distinction.]

The guestbook, mostly.

[burgerprince]

[It is, as well as an interesting thought, and definitely going in Jughead's notebook after this.]

I see I'm not the only one whose done their homework.

[It's not completely judgemental.]

Well, I won't let a book I haven't written myself introduce me. Name's Jughead. Jughead Jones. The third.

[Ignore the Forsythe Pendleton part.]

NPC

[cartesio]

[ The woman Kino ends up approaching seems to be enjoying a leisurely afternoon in the park. There's a firm yet open atmosphere to her, like someone's grandmother, or something. A gentle, prideful smile crosses her face, at the mention of the town. ]

Aren't you a dear? Why, of course. Only got about thirty minutes before I've gotta get back to the diner, but I can answer some questions, in the meantime.

Re: NPC

[quickpersuader]

Of course. I wouldn't want to take too much of your time.

[Kino places one hand over the chest in a slight acknowledging bow.]

Actually... could you tell me a little about the history of your town? I came here abruptly, so I didn't have time to study it on my own.

[cartesio]

What a big question from such a little visitor! [ She laughs hardily. ] I'm not surprised you don't know a lot, though. Why, we barely get tourists here normally!

[ She thinks for a moment, tapping her chin. ]

Just about everyone I can think of here's homegrown, born in Cartesio, live in Cartesio. We're a pretty insulated town, always have been. No neighbors, anyway. Been that way since the town was founded, way back in 1919.

[quickpersuader]

[Kino takes note of the date, even though it's... pretty much meaningless because this is probably a completely different calendar.]

Is the town mostly self-sufficient, then? [No trade, or...]

The stores are just so well-stocked, I wasn't sure if it was all locally made or not.

[cartesio]

You got that right. Everything is homegrown too. We're self-sufficient, here, the good folks of Cartesio.

junkyard

[icariot]

[Hawks had been making some rounds through the air, trying to pin names and habits to the people just slightly out of place from the original townsfolk. Just as he made a lazy turn near the junkyard, ready to head back to the hotel and maybe get a nap, he notices a light shining unnaturally in the junkyard. It's little more than a thought later and he's swooping down to perch on the steadiest looking junkheap near the light-- which is a kid digging in the trash?]

Hey, this is dangerous stuff, kid. You should really be wearing gloves if you feel the need to dig in garbage.

[quickpersuader]

[Kino actually ducks behind the junk upon hearing a voice, only to look up properly once there's time to realize it's a friendly one.

Oh.

Oh!!

Wordlessly, Kino raises both hands. They're currently covered nicely with black gloves. And then:]

You're Hawks, aren't you?

[Kino can't help but smile, and it might be kind of obvious the youth's gaze is directed towards those wings.]

[icariot]

[Hawks grins when Kino raises their hands-- finally a kid with some forethought! Bakugou hasn't been the best sample of that here.

He straightens into a standing position, still up above on the heap. It's actually more normal for him to be recognized on sight and called by name, so it's with an easygoing tone that he answers.]

Yep, that's me. The guidebook said you're Kino? What're you doing way out here?

[quickpersuader]

[There are many dangers that can face a traveler. Best to be prepared for all of them.]

I noticed most of the junkyard is different kinds of metals. I was hoping I could find something useful, but I haven't had any luck so far.

[Just gonna keep calling up to him from all the way down here. This is fine.]

[icariot]

[Hawks hums and peers around what sections of the junkyard he could see from up here. There was a lot of stuff and he knew there were a lot of sharp bits everywhere (and scorch marks in a section deeper in) from his own experiences in here yesterday. A small hop and flap bring him to a new steady spot about halfway down this pile and closer to Kino.]

I can see a lot of stuff in here that could become useful if someone knows how to clean it up, but what’s ‘useful’ is in the eye of the beholder for a lot of this. You lookin’ for anything specific?

around the motel

[integratedsoul]

[ Hey, it's that child Cian's chatted with when they got here and thanks to the guestbook, she even has a name attached to them. Spotting Kino walking to the motel, the same direction she's also headed, Cian starts waving. ]

Hey, Kino-kun!

[ She assumes that's '-kun'...? Now that it's out of her mouth, she suddenly isn't sure anymore, huh.. ]

[quickpersuader]

[Kino stops and turns immediately to see who it is, so, seems it's correct enough?]

Oh... Miss Cian. Or Miss Reikado?

[Not... entirely sure which to go with here, but let's try to be polite.]

[integratedsoul]

[ Given she's more than a decade older than this child, 'Miss Reikado' would probably be the proper thing to say, but... ]

The former is fine!

[ They're in the same situation and also in a bizarre world where none of the social rules Cian knows make any sense, so... why not be familiar.

Cian speeds over to Kino so they can fall in step as they continue towards the motel. ]

Are you settling in yet?

[quickpersuader]

Miss Cian, then.

[All cultures have their own preferences; Kino just tries to abide by them when possible.]

And... sort of. But I'm not sure that's a good thing.

What about you?