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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[And she beelines right over there, immediately moving to open up that drawer with her buttery hands.
For Aidios' sake, someone with clean hands please stop this child.]
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What's this thing...?
Whatever it is, it's very thin, almost paper-thin, and made of resistant steel. At least it's light]
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[LAST CHANCE TO SAVE METAL SHEET FROM BUTTER, GANG]
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[Aaaand Kino will take that, finally holstering the persuader again. Anything notable now that Kino's holding it?]
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...And what the hell is that supposed to be?
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You've got some weird standards about getting food on your hands...
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[And, as if this somehow proves a point, she's just gonna chuck a piece at Clarisse.]
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Munch munch. Time to pay attention to Kino!]
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[ Shit eating grin as he says that from the racks. ]
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I don't care, but I'm not gonna let her complain if she's doing the same thing.
[she's...petty.....]