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

[marmoron]

motel - all day
[You know all those boxes of stuff that's now cluttering the motel lobby and the sidewalk outside? The boxes that are addressed to some genius named "Keith" ? Yeah. He'll be busy moving all this stuff into his room and trying to make it fit inside so that nobody trips over the merchandise or whatever. He isn't complaining about it, but dang he is not having fun right now.

There are a couple of boxes stacked on top of each other that he's attempting to move inside, but it sure is box hell and he might just bump into someone while carrying an armful of... way too many guns.]

You okay?

diner - evening
[Keith is quite literally draped over a table as he reads the menu. It's been a long day....]

Motel

[quickpersuader]

[It's okay, Kino wasn't doing much besides taking a nice, long, noisy drink out of a packet of juice while staring at the merch.]

You really did it, huh.

[Kino's voice is deadpan. Amazing.]

[marmoron]

[Keith sets the box down outside his open door. The interior is cramped to say the least, boxes piled high, blocking the window. It's fine, it's all fine.]

I said I was going to.

[A man of his word....]

[quickpersuader]

What are you going to do with all of it?

motel

[snideper]

[Clarisse does not wait to be bumped into, but instead just invites herself to pull a gun out of one of the boxes and turn it over in her hands while Keith has his hands full.]

Huh. Sure is a lot of these.

[She got a bow and arrows for herself on like hour one and a half of her stay, and she has them strapped to her back right now, as always.]

[marmoron]

[As soon as he sees what Clarissa's doing, Keith puts the boxes he was carrying right down.]

There sure are.

[He's read through the guest book, raised a few eyebrows here and there. Clarissa's one of the people who stood out. The bow and arrows definitely don't help. Noooot that Keith can talk because he's got a couple of knives strapped to his paladin armor.]

Gonna put that back?

[It's the principle of the thing really. Grabby hands are annoying.]

[snideper]

You real attached to this one?

[She...doesn't know what a gun is. She keeps moving it around in her hands with absolutely no regard for any amount of basic gun safety? She has absolutely nothing to gain from this except being annoying.]

All Day

[chiefminion]

...all these boxes have your name on them. Did you buy all this?

[Moloch's voice already has disapproval, and it'll be worse when he finds out it's all from the hunting store. What the heck, Keith]

[marmoron]

Yeah. You can do that too, Moloch.

[That's.. so beyond the point here, but Keith is being Keith. That is to say, difficult. He picks up another box and starts moving it towards his room. Nothing to see, this is just another ordinary day.]

[chiefminion]

I'm not going to buy a thousand weapons, Keith.

[Especially because he doesn't want to carry weapons. The only thing he has is a wrench he got from the junkyard]

What do you need all this for, anyway?

Motel

[yonosoymaria]

It's nothing.

[He may be unnaturally pretty in the face, but Eric is definitely not delicately built - and he's dressed less ostentatiously today, no cloak to get tangled up in anything.]

I don't suppose you'd let me trade help with carrying all that in for a look through it, and maybe a knife?

[marmoron]

[Eric's another one that stuck out on the guestbook. Alleged vampire hunter and all. The request gets a raised eyebrow.]

What do you need the knife for?

[The question is utterly devoid of any recognition that he's in no position to be asking what people want with weapons here....]

[yonosoymaria]

[And that's to be expected, no recognition from Keith that he's not in command... some sort of knight would naturally act that way.]

A knife is a fair substitute for a spearpoint. If there is the head of a pole axe or a boar spear somewhere in all of this, well... you've got me at a disadvantage, then. I'm not sure what I could offer of value. Artwork may be fine if you have to pay for your coffee, but you are most definitely not running a cafe.

[Veering perilously close to babbling to avoid admitting that he feels sort of naked without a weapon? This guy?

...yeah, that's exactly what he's doing.]

Diner

[integratedsoul]

[ It's pretty hard to not have seen Keith around today, given the box-apocalypse going down in the motel. He'd seemed pretty busy and Cian's been out exploring the town most of the day (not that it makes her feel slightly less nauseous) so they'd not been talking, but ah...... he looks positively miserable now as well.

Maybe someone should check on the boy. ]

Good evening. Mind if I join you?

[marmoron]

[Keith glances up at her with just his eyes, not bothering to shift his position. He's tired, after all.]

Why?

[The question is blurted out before he can think to at least be more polite. It's not hostile, just completely baffled. Why would you want to sit and eat dinner with him. This is about the most self awareness he's shown all day.

There's an awkward moment where he considers saying something to smooth this over at least a little, but then decides -- nah, he's fine with it.]

[integratedsoul]

[ That's... neither a yes nor a no, so Cian guesses she'll just keep awkwardly standing in front of the table. ]

We live in the same place, I thought it'd be nice to get to know each other.

[ ... but apparently half of the people in this town are Miach Mihie. Cian really thought she'd know better how to handle people of this kind, but it's been 13 years since Miach was her whole world and even then, Miach had always been the exception. And even then, Miach had never rejected her. ]

Motel

[goturshit]

[ raises an eyebrow ]

You planning on starting a militia?

[marmoron]

[Yeah, he's gotten used to this reaction by now. His eyebrow is raised right back.]

And if I am?

[goturshit]

Then I want in so you don't accidentally get anyone shot.

motel

[protectandselfserve]

[well, he gets out bright and early after reading the paper and drinking his coffee, and...

...

...]

They really gave us that much money, huh?

[marmoron]

Sure did.

[And if it's any bit reassuring, Keith's still just as puzzled by that as he was when making the purchase initially.]

I wouldn't have.

[protectandselfserve]

Neither would I... unless I was buying them for the force, of course. Even then, it'd be a little iffy. Lots of paperwork, you know!

diner

[burgerprince]

[Jughead practically lives here now, but as he sees Keith slump over the table he creeps on out from his own to slide into the seat opposite him, crouching on it like a gargoyle.]

Hey.

[marmoron]

[Keith follows Jughead's movements with his eyes and only when it's clear that the guy absolutely does plan on inviting himself to have a seat does he sit up properly.]

Can I help you?

[Just a stab in the dark here, but he's going to guess that this is really just a prelude to: "wtf is up with the weapons" and he's not really in the mood since he's heard it all. day. long.]

[burgerprince]

Sure can.

[He gives a nod and leans forward.]

So. The guns.

[You were right on the money, Keith.]

What is up with that?

[Jughead always sounds inherently judgemental, but there is just a genuine curiosity in there too.]