WEEK 2: April 8th - April 12th

[cartesio]

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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Comments

investigation!

[amburere]

[ Today true to type, Dabi is exploring the abadoned building. For the most part he's just taking his sweet time tresspassing, kicking various debris out of the way and seeing if there's anything interesting around. The large steel door on the second floor gets a nice healthy stare—he's sure he can't get past it (where's Shigaraki when you need him). Since he's pretty damn familiar with lighting things ablaze, he spends some time investigating the fire damage on the floor and ceiling to see if he can't discern what exactly happened here besides just "fire".

In the evening he's lazing at the tavern, sans drink strangely enough. The why on that probably has to do with him asking the bartender for tea of all things and getting just about the response you would expect. Had to ask anyway, just to make sure. ]

Service is worse, but guess it's quieter.

Investigation

[cartesio]

[Welcome to the remains of Cartesio Electronics, Dabi.

The fire damage is rather extensive. It's like the entire room was set ablaze, there's a lot of ash. The tiles of the floor and walls are charred, but somehow still safe to walk and lean on. Judging by the amount of ash, there must have been a lot of burnable stuff.

Still, despite that, everything is uniform. There's no clear idea of where exactly the fire started. Any fuels that may or may not have been used are long gone.

Worth noting the fire damage in the room stops right at the doorway, without even creeping to the stairs, and some distance away from the steel door, almost with a clear and defined limit.]

[amburere]

[ Too bad everything is so thoroughly burned that determining the origin is out of the picture. Alas, Dabi is simply a villain with considerable fire quirk experience and not an actual fire investigaor. Hmm though, the stark cutoff by the doorway is interesting. Possible the door was just closed and kept the fire contained, but he can't help but wonder...

Sure, why not. Going to kneel down and activate his quirk in his left hand to lazily lob a small ember of fire outside the doorway. Mainly he's looking to see if the fire is instantly extinguished or whether it'll die in a few seconds without any real kindling like he would expect. For science and vandalism! ]

[cartesio]

[The ember dies after a few seconds, yep. No kindling left to burn! Unless the fire is constantly fed, it's not going to stay]

[amburere]

[ Good to know there's not some weird magic quirk stuff going on. That settled, he's gonna take one more look at the steel door just to make sure there's no hidden switches, knobs, or anything of the sort. ]

[cartesio]

[The steel door doesn't seem to have anything in it like hidden switches. However, it seems it doesn't fit well with the floor. It works more like a shutter!

Maybe, if you have enough strength, you could lift it up]

[amburere]

[ !

If you need muscle in the League of villains they're honestly running pretty low on it, at least in the traditional sense. Dabi's kinda lanky and lean more than muscular, but he's not a complete stick like some other people. So sure he can give this a go and try to lift up the shutter.

If it requires more than average stregnth that's fine, he has other options. They may or may not involve fire. ]

tavern

[unfashionably]

If you ask me, noise is what makes a bar a bar. What's the point in having it here if it isn't loud? [ He's going to casually invite himself to this conversation since, why not. Again, a bar's gotta be loud and he can fill that role easy.

So he walks over from behind Dabi and leans on the counter. Sup. ]

[amburere]

[ Yo, Sting. Dabi doesn't move back any when Sting basically invades his space, but he does give him a longer stare than normal before turning back to the bar. ]

That and the diurnal fights. [ Not really disagreeing there. On the other hand, he's not quite sure if he misses having to eventually break up said brawls. Tossup. ] Doubt the upstanding residents here would appreciate either. 

[unfashionably]

[ Which doesn't bug him. They're Comrades now, Dabi! And if Dabi stares to show his affection just like cats do, so be it (it isn't affection).

The comment about the residents earns Dabi a laugh. ]

Bet you're right. It would liven things up though. Almost makes me wanna give it a try, too bad the mood's not right for a brawl. [ And he almost sounds wistful about that. Bar brawls are familiar and nice, what can he say? ]

[amburere]

[ The true test will be if Sting can attain slow blink level of affection. ]

Need more people for one. That probably wouldn't be hard to do to start. [ Strange, cause he almost sounds wistful too? It's nearly hidden in his drawl, but there's something to be said about how the relative silence in the tavern is grating, while the busy social areas of town are loud for all the wrong reasons. Where's his yelling for help and explosions ambiance, man. ]

[unfashionably]

[ There's something truly special about how they're both wistful for two completely different reasons. ]

Hey, if that's all you want—there are around thirty of us here, right? That's more than enough to make some noise.

[amburere]

[ A testament to their...commarderie(???). Dabi pauses thoughtfully. ]

We'd only need the explosive brat and the loud girl in armor to start a something. Maybe a few more just to be sure.

tavern

[linearcrash]

[ Dabs milkshake remark brings all the blonds to the yard.

Nine is going to look over from a few stool down. He has a coke. ]

It's weird as hell, that's what it is. [ A beat. ] And why would you order a tea here? It wouldn't taste good, yo. [ Cause do they even know how to tea and it might be sitting for days because who orders tea at a tavern, Dab Master ]

[amburere]

[ What good visitors they are, enjoying sobriety. ]

This whole place is. [ Weird, he means. Is it his fault he's adding to it? I mean just look at him.] The bar I'm used to serves it. 

[linearcrash]

Did you get a good look at this place? I mean, I don't think I'd trust their water. [ Nine that's rude. ] Their soda seems fine, yo.

[ He'll offer it over. Want to try? ]

[amburere]

[ Why do people here keep offering their food and drink to him. He stares at Nine for a beat before breaking into a half smirk. ]

I did. Feels kinda like the base. I can sterilize things, just fine y'know. [ Helpfully lighting his left palm on fire for emphasis. ]

and now I'm thinking of bird jokes

[linearcrash]

Huh? Without burning it?

[ Cause that would be some impressive control.

Also might be because he could use some extra meat? ]

me all the time

[amburere]

[ Full smirk now. ]

No. [ There's a lot more to be said here, but Dabi doesn't care to explain. Valid point on the food tbh, but he's used to people running away from him. Y'all are being way too nice to a high ranking villain. ]

Point is, I can sterilize the glasses. Alcohol's safe on it's own and if the water was tainted that defeats the Sergeant's whole "evil" plan.

tavern

[robitussin]

[The fact that it's quiet is why she's here rather than at the diner; she has no interest in billiards or darts and definitely not in drinking. Still, it means that she's present to see him try to order tea, and to hear his remarks afterwards.]

You'd probably get better service if you actually came here for what this place is supposed to sell, you know.

[amburere]

[ Y'know that's a fair point. But. ]

Aren't the residents supposed to be treating us to their great hospitality?

[robitussin]

I asked one of them for a ride out of town and they flat out told me they didn't have time for it, so.

[Although, after a pause...]

...Although, maybe I should be thankful for that, considering what happened to that one guy. Or presumably happened to him, at least.

[amburere]

Not surprised. [ Shrug. ]

Ah, the firebender. Maybe next fit he throws the Sergeant will toss his body at us for motivation.

[robitussin]

[She makes a face.]

Dude, don't even say it. He's going to hear you and take it as inspiration.

[amburere]

It'd be better than another whiny rant. He really does think we all work for him or something. [ But fiiiine. Only because he's not Bakugou and into being loud for no reason. ]