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

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?

[amburere]

[ Hey, that still counts for something. ]

Got enough trash to deal with back home. [ A shrug, that smile still lingering. ] Maybe I just like the scenery, y'know?

[relieable]

[he stuffs the rusty knife into his jacket pocket, thinking he might try to clean it up later. it probably won't matter if he's attacked]

I see! Well, you know what they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure, or something like that. I'm not gonna judge you if you wanna admire this pile of junk.

[amburere]

I'd rather light it all on fire.

[ Just. Being honest. ]

[relieable]

[ah.......? he blinks at that, because it's such a weird thing to say. is that a hobby of his? lighting things on fire? these people are weird]

...Bet ol' Serge would flip, if ya did.

[amburere]

[ Hobby, occupation, ideal—it's all good. ]

Him and a few others. [ Casual shrug. ]

[relieable]

...Are you gonna do it? [should he be worried that Dabi is going to set fire to the town? like an arsonist?]

[amburere]

Not right now. [ He says this with an air of amusement, you don't need to go running at this very moment at least Oso. ]

[relieable]

[not right now, he says. which implies that he might do it later? Osomatsu gives him a wary look before kicking at some piece of junk]

I think it'd be more fun to tar and feather the Sergeant's office.

[amburere]

No need to stop at his office. [ What's the harm in trying to
tar and feathering him then, huh? Nevermind that normal people don't jump from petty crimes to murder in a few months but eh. Dabi's just trying to be supportive, clearly. ]

[relieable]

[ah? that's also a good idea! Osomatsu seems to be thinking about it hard]

...Guess I could do it while he was sleeping. Though, if he caught me, he'd probably kill me. [he shakes his head. he'd have to get someone else to do it for him] Besides, I dunno where I'd even find tar.

[amburere]

[ Head tilt. ]

The park. [ ? ]

[relieable]

[...?????]

The... park?

[amburere]

You can make tar from wood. By burning it. [ Just sayin. ]

[relieable]

[oh........ oh]

You, uh... You really like burning things, don't you?

[amburere]

Why not use what you have? [ Not denying it, though. ]

[relieable]

[Osomatsu stares at him for a while longer. he wishes he was braver, and stronger, and could carry out these tar and feather plans.

he'll just have to find another way to usurp the Sergeant. somehow]

Well, thanks for the tip, Fire-Man, but I'm not gonna burn down the park just so I can make tar. Nice idea, though.

[amburere]

Dabi. [ Nicknames aren't something he's particularly fond of, even if he's liberal in doling them out himself. ]

Gotta rethink your plan then. The feathers wouldn't have been that hard to get, too bad.

[relieable]

[Fire-Man's a good nickname! a pun, and everything]

Yeah... [HMMM] Bet I could get honey easier, though...!

[amburere]

[ He likes being difficult! ]

Honey and what else?