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

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?

[marmoron]

[Stated completely matter of factly.]

I don't need all of the weapons. I need other people to not have the weapons.

[Totally logical, see?]

[chiefminion]

For that to work you'd have to keep all this in a place that isn't easily reached by everyone.

[Someone who truly wants any of this will find a way to reach it, in his opinion]

Will all this even fit in your room?

[marmoron]

That's what the bear traps are for.

[It's said dryly, but there's a faint smile as he says it.]

The bathroom might hold a couple of boxes if they don't all fit in there.

[chiefminion]

[At least you're taking this metric ton of merch with a sense of humor, Keith. Good for you!]

You should try selling this stuff once we finally can leave. That should make this hassle worth it.

[marmoron]

[Keith grins at that. He has a sense of humor really! It's just not a side of him that shows much when he's, y'know, stressed.]

You're sure you're a mechanic and not a salesperson, Moloch?

[chiefminion]

If I get a good cut out of the profits I'll change my career.

[Hah! He knows he's nowhere charismatic enough to be a good salesperson. He's just playing along]

[marmoron]

I'm not promising anything.

[Still grinning, he turns away from Moloch to go grab another box from the boxocalypse.]

What made you become a mechanic?

[chiefminion]

I was trying to get away from the farm -- my brothers wanted to leave, too. We wanted more than just a life in a farm, so we left and got into someone's army. Got assigned as a mechanic.

[And things went on from there. He's pretty good as a mechanic and has learned a lot, and he's kind of proud of that]

[marmoron]

Huh. I didn't figure you were the military type.

[chiefminion]

Where I come from joining someone's army may help keep you out of trouble -- by shunting you right into the trouble itself, I guess.

[It was only matter of time before something happened anyway, he figures, so he thought it'd be good to be in all that in his own terms]