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

[doublelammy]

Maybe.

I dunno, though. I don't think Gramps'll ever have a reason to send me on a mission like that. And even if he did, I dunno how much Lammy likes water...

[carbide]

[Things Olympia doesn't even slightly question: small girl sent on missions. That's the Etrian Odyssey way too, after all.]

Lammy?

[doublelammy]

Lammy's my friend. [She's starting to realize she needs to give more of an explanation than that.] He's basically... um... [She squints slightly, trying to remember the word.] a robutt? I think that's what other people keep saying.

[She tried.]

But anyway, yeah. He links up with me and we work together and smash all sortsa stuff. I never go on missions without him.

[A pause.]

'Cept this one, but since Gramps didn't send me on this one, I don't think it counts.

[carbide]

"Airgetlam." That was on your page in the guestbook.

[Fragments of that page may still be on the floor of the lodge.]

That referred to a puppet, though. This "Lammy" sounds like a person.

autocorrect is, in fact, the worst

[doublelammy]

Yeah. Lammy.

["Airgetlam" is way too long. How do you expect her to bother with saying all that? Effort. Besides, Lammy is way cuter.

As to Lammy being a person, she shrugs.]

I dunno what he is, really. I just know we're linked and he breaks things when I want 'im to. But I know they've called me the "Silver Puppeteer," back home, so I dunno.

Re: autocorrect is, in fact, the worst

[carbide]

[Oh, that's a little disappointing. ]

Still, it's impressive either way. Robots are advanced technology.

[doublelammy]

Yeah. Stuff like that... it's way beyond me.

I dunno what all goes into making things like Lammy or me. I don't have to. I just gotta do what Gramps says, and anything else isn't really important.

[carbide]

Making things like you? Are you something unusual?

[What's tact? Sounds like some kind of bird.]

[doublelammy]

[A shrug. It's cool, she doesn't have any of that either.]

I just know I'm built to certain specs and I can link up with Lammy. Past that, I don't think I'm too different from most people here.

[carbide]

You're human, then?

[Either way she's clearly the most interesting person here.]

[doublelammy]

Basically, yeah. An artificial one, but works out the same.

[carbide]

An artificial human. I never even knew that was possible.

[She's staring again. Sorry?]

[doublelammy]

[It's fine. Millium can stare right back, although it's not a staring contest this time.

She's not so dumb as to try the same thing twice and hope it'll go differently.]

Yeah. World's full of lotsa crazy things.

And you? 'Cause I remember a certain guidebook sayin' some pretty crazy stuff about you.

[carbide]

[Olympia glances around.]

It doesn't say those things anymore.

[doublelammy]

[Suspicious!]

Anymore. But it did, once. Why?

[carbide]

I assume the Sergeant wanted to irritate me.

[She doesn't actually sound irritated.]

[doublelammy]

[Millium is quiet for a moment, studying Olympia with a blank expression.]

...Nope. You're lying.

[She doesn't sound upset about it, though, and her expression doesn't change.]

'Cause it had lots of things in there about me, too. Things I never told Sarge, and were written down before I told anyone myself. And all of those things are true.

So I don't believe that yours is lies just 'cause you say so.

[She shrugs, though, closing her eyes.]

If you don't wanna tell, whatever. Lotsa people have secrets. But don't lie like that – I'm not stupid.

[carbide]

[Dammit. She really thought that would work.]

I didn't strictly lie. No one who wanted to get along with me would put that information there.

[Her expression is completely neutral.]

We can discuss it later. Somewhere private.

[somewhere she can kill her with no witnesses?]

[doublelammy]

[Millium simply shakes her head.]

That's okay.

I don't really care enough for that. Right now, I wanna get along with everyone.

And if being curious means we aren't gonna get along, then I'm not that interested.

[See? She's completely reasonable!]

[carbide]

[The ability to respect others' privacy? This is frankly astonishing. Must be an artificial human thing.]

Very well. We'll leave it there for the time being.

[She points to the plate.]

Do you really need so much of that?

[doublelammy]

["Respect" is a big word. It's more like "wow, that sounds like way too much work for something that really isn't THAT interesting, compared to her plans to torture everyone in this diner tomorrow, so she needs to at least live until tomorrow and she knows a threat when she hears one."

As for the pie:]

No. But I want it, and they keep giving it to me.

[carbide]

[It's not a threat! Not intentionally!]

Taking advantage of their resources for your own gain.

[doublelammy]

Ehehe. Of course. Isn't that how the world works?

[carbide]

[Olympia considers this, then waves down a waitress and orders a slice of lemon pie.]