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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[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]
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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.
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[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[
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[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.
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[Are you going to be a walking armory?]
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[mmm why is she smirking like that. that's a bad face]
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[That smirk makes his skin crawl. What's this feeling of dread that's filling him?]