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

[relieable]

[Osomatsu had a rough night getting to sleep. he could only think about the Sergeant's weird face whenever he closed his eyes. he hoped that when he woke up in the morning, this would all be done, he'd be at home again.

but when he wakes up and realizes that he's in the same bed, in the same motel, in the same little town, he feels nervous. so he was really here alone, huh?

he wakes up around 11am, and then finds the note telling him about the meeting. so he goes to the diner immediately to wait around there before Sakura starts.

after the meeting, Osomatsu hangs around the diner for another hour or so, just contemplating what he's heard. he'd like some company, since it's rough being alone. he kind of wants to play with the jukebox, but does it take debit cards?

later on, in the evening, he decides to explore Cartesio a little more. he checks out the park, the gas station, and finally the junkyard. there are knives here, and he briefly wonders if he should take one with him...

it's a bad feeling, thinking he needs something to defend himself. he wants to be back home, in the safety of his own house]

junkyard

[doublelammy]

[Looks like he's not alone in the knife thought process, because there's a tiny girl here weighing her options between two rusty knives.]

Mmh... It's gonna take forever to clean either of these off n' make 'em useable.

[...It might be slightly worrying that she's considering this that carefully.]

[relieable]

[oh. he recognizes this girl. she was giving the Sergeant a hard time at the meeting yesterday! she's pretty cool but he is a little concerned about her, as he is with all the children]

You really think it's gonna matter if they're rusty, or not? [he steps over, tucking his hands into his jacket pocket] You can still use 'em if someone comes after you.

[doublelammy]

[She turns back to face him, blinking owlishly.]

Mm... yes and no.

Something like this, if it's this rusted, it isn't sharp anymore. And I dunno if I've got enough brute strength on my own to make it work if it's not sharp.

[relieable]

You don't look like you have any brute strength. [a chuckle] What is it y'need to do?

[like this soft marshmallow of a man would be any better at it]

[doublelammy]

[Tch... she wishes he were wrong, but there's really no arguing that point. She deflates.]

Well, y'know. Hopefully kill someone before they kill me.

I dunno about you, but I wanna get back home eventually.

[relieable]

[Osomatsu's smirk fades instantly. ah, what a grim subject]

I do. My whole family's back at home.

[he wants to ask something else, but it's none of his business about her life, if she's killed before. there are people who were brought here who seem to be very strong, or have dealt with a lot more than he ever has had to]

junkyard- where else would dabi be

[amburere]

[ It's fortunate (or is it), that Dabi blends in with the general junkyard aesthetic. He doesn't say anything when Oso first wanders through, and it's not until he watches him peer at the piles of junk that he speaks up. ]

...you normally go shopping for trash?

oh my gosh

[relieable]

[Osomatsu jumps several feet into the air when that voice comes from seemingly out of nowhere. he whips his head around, realizing that he completely missed Dabi when he first waltzed into the junkyard.

oh. oh, this guy. Osomatsu doesn't know his name, but he remembers him from the meeting. him and his weird... skin... and his video games question]

I mean, yeah. All the time.

;)

[amburere]

[ The important questions need to be asked, ok.

Y'know, normally he doesn't get such an honest response to that question. He walks closer to Oso from the pile of scrap he was leering on, his head canted slightly. ]

Really. How's this compare to what you're used to?

[relieable]

[if you want to mock him, Dabi, you're going to have to try harder than that. Osomatsu knows he's trash]

Eh, can't really complain. [he's unsettled by this man, but he shrugs and gives him a lopsided grin] Garbage is garbage, no matter where ya go. People collect it, eat it, eventually become it. That Sergeant guy probably thinks we're all garbage. Expendable. So I'm just here, checking to see if there's any kind of garbage that can take out a piece of garbage.

[amburere]

Forgot the most important part. Trash always meets the same end no matter what kind it is. [ The grin is returned in kind, even if Dabi's is decidedly less friendly. His eyes flick to one of the nearby piles of scrap and then back to Oso again. ]

Lucky you—trash here ain't in short supply.

[relieable]

[he realizes what he said kind of sounded like he wanted to kill... somebody else here. but he was really referring to the biggest trash pile of all, the Sergeant. Osomatsu still wants that guy dead]

You're right! [he finally picks up one of the knives he's been eyeing, though it's rusty and dull. could it still even do damage] But what brings you up here? Lookin' for your own trash?

After the meeting

[silvertongueheir]

The cards work with the jukebox, you know. [Franciscus is hanging out by it as well.] I had to show Ms. Clarisse how it worked yesterday.

[relieable]

[he pauses and looks over at the other man, from where he's been standing, glancing from the jukebox, to his card, up and down]

Oh, really? I've never seen a jukebox take cards before. All the jukeboxes I've seen've only taken yen, or banknotes.

[technology is amazing!]

[silvertongueheir]

It does seem surprisingly modern for a small town. [Franciscus helpfully points out the slot.] I suppose I could ask the shopkeepers about the reason for the use of cards instead of cash.

[relieable]

[oh, awesome! Osomatsu inserts the card and then starts looking for a tune]

It doesn't matter, I guess! Just as long as we're able to use 'em. [hmm, what a bunch of old music. at least he finds a song that is not What's New Pussycat?] Thanks, man!

[silvertongueheir]

[Well, at least it's not horribly depressing.] You're welcome. My name is Franciscus Erkens, by the way. I don't believe we met yesterday...?

[relieable]

[wow. that name is a mouthful! but then, so is his own]

I'm Osomatsu Matsuno! [he holds out his hand for a shake] I saw you at the meeting, at least. It's nice to meet you, Fran... Fran... cis...?

park

[streetwolf]

[He's not glad that Sakura's the one who had to talk about last week, but he's glad it's out. Means he doesn't have to talk in so many riddles.

He is surprised when someone from the meeting wanders near him in the park you.]

They did a good job of cleaning up huh?

[relieable]

[he was mostly just looking around, but once he's addressed, Osomatsu looks up, curious. he's still feeling a bit strange about what he's heard]

Cleaning up? You mean the park? [seems like an odd thing to say...]

[streetwolf]

Yeah, you were at the meeting right? Well maybe they didn't do such a good job but it's like nothing happened.

[relieable]

I was there, yeah... But I guess I forgot that there was stuff that happened in the park. [now that he's been reminded, he looks around. it doesn't look like anything happened here at all] There was a fire, right?

[streetwolf]

Yeah. There was. That was more in town though, they managed to keep it away from here. [He looks too, lingering on the area where the city and park met.]

If it'd gotten this far out then there wouldn't be a park left.

[relieable]

[a nod, though it gets him thinking about what this guy said. cleaning up the park. if there wasn't a fire, here, then...]

So you were here before too, right? Did the Sergeant say anything about how he was able t'bring us all here?