cartesianism | WEEK 2: April 8th

Second Week

Seven days have passed. Quite peaceful days, almost too peaceful. The town has welcomed you, excited to see tourists for the first time in many, many, many years. Some may have liked the peace, others may have been annoyed by it, but it was undeniable Cartesio seemed like such a nice and safe place it was hard to believe you had been told to kill each other.

But the threat is still up in the air. What's more: how much patience does the Sergeant have left?

Every time you take a look into the Lodge, you see the Sergeant. Lately he's looking more and more annoyed. Even though you can't see his face, you can feel he's getting frustrated. How long will it be before he lashes out and does something about these peaceful days?

Nobody in the town could suspect the harrowing times that'd befall Cartesio.

When you wake up on Sunday, you'll find new maps in the map rack and brochures on the table, showing places you hadn't noticed in the town before. Enjoy!

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[God why is she thanking him for being brusque again.... There's a bit of an incredulous stare and finally a sigh.]

Everyone is taught to care. That's true in my world as well. You're-- [Being self absorbed and making yourself sound like some special person again?? God. How does he dampen this.] --you're weird.

[Thanks, Keith.]

[ Cian sincerely doubts that Keith understands the degree to which this is true for her world, but before she can contest it, he calls her weird and she breaks into soft laughter. ]

Oh... Dabi-san said the same thing on the day we came here. It's funny and new to be considered strange, but I really don't mind it.

[It's an interesting place to be when it's Keith calling someone else weird for once. He has no room to talk on the issue, but even he knows being called weird isn't actually a compliment nor did he realy mean it as such. Cian's starting to remind him of one of those simple middle schoolers he never cared about that seem delighted about fitting in with a new clique.

Trying not to sigh, Keith rubs his forehead.]

Forget about all this stuff you're thinking about right now and focus on how you[re going to survive. You have friends and family to want to see you again, don't you?

[ Uh. Yeah, this is... a pretty tough question actually. Cian doesn't lack for either - friends, family, a caring medical community. That makes it shocking how far away all of that seems already. Her parents are the closest, but the faces of friends, colleagues and neighbors...? They already seem less familiar. And that just guides Cian right back down the rabbit hole of caring and not caring, so she settles on... ]

I was eating with a childhood friend when I was taken. She's a little like you, actually. We never finished catching up due to... this...

You're right, I should be focused on getting back to Tuan.

[ Tuan would also know what to do about Miach. Maybe. ]

[The woman is in dire need of better friends if she thinks her one friend is orchestrating this whole stupid thing and the other friend is "similar" to him. It's hard not to feel a little sorry for her, even if this really isn't his problem and he, too, should be taking his own advice and focusing his energies on getting out of here and surviving instead of having irrelevant fits of compassion for strangers.]\

Exactly. Don't get too trusting of anyone here either. We all want the same thing -- to get back to what we were doing before. It's just a matter of time before someone tries something.

I know.

[ She's thought pretty excessively about it and even in her naive mind, it is hard to believe that everyone would truly get through this peacefully. ]

I know I'm an easy target too, unfortunately.

You are.

[Blunt. There's really no getting around the fact that Cian is hilariously unfit for survival.]

So stay sharp. Don't get distracted by these questions about what it means to be a good person. If you have to go out at night, don't.

[ She nods to that. Easy rules, easy to follow.... probably. ]

On the risk of hearing 'use your head' again, do you have any tips for staying sharp?

[There's a fraction of a pause, but there aren't any sarcastic quips forthcoming this time.]

Be aware of what's going on around you. Every action you take ... even the actions you don't take come with a price. Ask yourself if you're willing to pay those prices.

[In other words, shit Keith himself isn't actually all that great at either, but has learned to be more mindful of over the years when the prices in the war started getting too high to worth risking anything over. When he started taking leadership more seriously. He glances up at Cian.]

If you have to go outside at night, just knock on my door.

... so you're telling me to not trust anyone, but also to trust you?

[ And now Cian is the one teasing. She seems kind of happy about his offer though - trust or no trust, it's... nice. ]

[Keith shakes his head.]

I'm not telling you to do anything. I'm giving you an option. It's up to you to decide if that's a good move or not.

[But there's a small smile after a moment.]

But if it's easier for you to shut up and trust me, that's fine too.

I'll think about it.

[ She's actually laughing a little now. This conversation has made it a lot easier to feel relaxed around Keith - funny how easy things can be sometimes. ]

For an appropriate amount of time, hopefully.

[He looks away again, turning his attention back to the interior of the fire station as she laughs.]

You'll figure it out.

[ Will she? Probably not, but whatever. It's neither here nor there.

She'll just follow Keith's look instead of disputing this. ]

Pretty interesting, right? I'm learning a lot from this event.

I knew a lot of this already.

[It's a bit of an offhand comment, pensive rather than his usual grumpy commentary.]

My pop was a firefighter.

[ 'Was', huh? In the best case scenario, the man changed careers, but things don't tend to be the best case scenario around here. ]

That's amazing. So fire security is basically in your blood already.

[There's a faint hint of a smile, though it fades quickly.]

Not so sure about that. He died in a fire. Went back into a burning building to save a few more people trapped inside. Nobody else would do it.

[It's all distant, detached. He'd been bitter about for ages. Heroic as his dad was, it'd been so quiet and so lonely without anyone there with him. It's not something Keith would talk about had it not been for reuniting with Krolia.]

Happened a long time ago.

[ Yeah. So much for any hopes for a favorable scenario. Though now Cian thinks she knows where Keith got his brand of caring from. ]

Did he...? Save them, I mean.

He did. Stubborn until the end.

[No smiles here, but there's just the faintest note of pride in Keith's voice.]

He was a real hero.

WEEK 2: April 8th - April 12th

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