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

[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...

[marmoron]

You got something to say?

[Keith doesn't sound mad, though his voice and expression are both about as deadpan as they get.]

[streetwolf]

Just saying. If something happens you two are gonna look bad. Like you'd actually tell me if you were planning on doing something.

[He just rolls his shoulders. He's just stopping himself from being bored really.]

[marmoron]

You can think what you want.

[Stated with obvious indifference.]

I'm just tying up one loose end.

[streetwolf]

What you think this is the only place people can go for this stuff?

[marmoron]

[You're getting another look]

No. I said I was tying up one loose end, not all of them.

[streetwolf]

What are you even doing? [He's so confused.] ...You do realise you're fucked if they decide we gotta pay them back at some point?

[marmoron]

Cutting off as much access to guns and bullets as I can.

[Obviously. All of this stated in such a matter of fact tone with no trace of humor or irony...]

And if they want their money back, I guess they'll have to fight me for it.

[Is he serious. Hard to say it's so deadpan.]

[streetwolf]

If someone's stupid enough they'll still pull it. [Shrug. But Wayne only cares about two people here, what are the chances?]

Good luck with that. I don't think anyones managed to get that far.

[marmoron]

I'm not saying it's foolproof, Wayne.

[But there is a pause here. A drop in hostility now that they're not arguing about this gun situation.]

The Sergeant said if none of us killed, that he'd be forced to get creative. Is that why someone killed last time?

[Guess who was at the meeting, but said absolutely nothing because they hate group environments.]

[streetwolf]

I don't think anything would be. People'll always have fists even if you take everything else away. Seen it before. [The employment centre fights seemed more vicious than the gang ones sometimes.]

...I don't know. From what I got there was a fight. One ran away after getting hurt and the other chased them with a saw. It seems a bit excessive when there was a least one gun there.