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

[burgerprince]

[After the cinema escapades, Jughead's...kind of pissed off, actually. Leave these people alone for twenty goddamn minutes and then there's explosions. When he got back and found a gift in his room, he'd ignored it in favor of sleep.

Waking up, he pays more attention to what the Sergeant left him, and now at least he has something to do today. Tucking the vinyl record under his arm, he sets out on a mission around town, popping into every building in a determined search. He might accidentally bump into people as he goes, but he's mostly keeping to himself.

Eventually, he stops at the tavern and, a brief chat with the staff, his quest comes to an end. He's got his hands on a record player, and the vinyl is put where it belongs, and begins to play.

As much as he'd like to listen in privacy, he can't, so he seats himself in the corner with a soda. His notebook is out to give the illusion of writing, but he's spending much more time just thinking.]

tavern

[goturshit]

[ oh hey, what up? ]

Where's The Wizard of Oz?

[burgerprince]

[He raises his glass a solid centimeter in greeting.]

The cinema, with any luck. But if they had it, it's probably not safe there anymore.

[A bitter sip.]

tavern

[carbide]

[When she walks into the tavern and hears music playing, Olympia quickly glances around, then starts moving and searching more actively. After a moment, she gives up, and approaches Jughead in the corner.]

Is there a hidden jukebox in here?

[burgerprince]

Close, but no.

[He nods over to the record player. It's easy to miss unless you're looking for it.]

Unless a record shop suddenly appears, this is all we have to play on it. Not a bad choice of album for an endless loop.

[carbide]

[She leans over to get a better look at it. Hm...]

As long as it has more variety than that pussycat song.

[burgerprince]

How many times did you listen to it?

[The Tom Jones incident actually managed to shoo Jughead out of the diner. Many respects, Millium.]

[carbide]

I'm not sure. It was hard to be sure when it ended or began.

[Millium is power and Olympia has been wise to ally with her.]

[burgerprince]

The Tom-Jones continuum.

[He looks over to the side briefly, shaken at the concept, then glances to the vinyl sleeve he has on the table.]

This has got nine songs on it, so, less mind-numbing.

tavern

[robitussin]

[There's a pause, a minute or two before she places what she's listening to, before she glances his way.]

...You get that this morning? Lucky.

[burgerprince]

Sarge thought it'd be a fun gift.

[There's a little bit of bitterness. It's not so much what it is, than who it reminds him of that makes it all feel like a cruel joke.]

You get anything?

[robitussin]

I'm guessing there's something about it that makes him incredibly wrong about that, then?

[She frowns, nodding. There's discontent in her voice as well, but not quite bitterness.]

Yeah, a dress. Pretty sure he's just fucking with me after the casino thing.

[burgerprince]

Sure is.

[He takes a sip of his drink, not about to elaborate without further pushing.]

Wouldn’t put it past him.

[Still, Jughead didn’t get a suit...]

Does it have any sentimental value?

[robitussin]

[She has to think about that for a long moment.]

I guess you'd have to define sentimental value. I've only worn it, like, once, and that's when I was trying it on in the store. It doesn't exactly have any special memories attached to it.

[burgerprince]

You sure it wasn't a moment of personal revelation?

[Joking. Mostly.]

tavern

[saladandeggs]

...oh dear God, it’s like I’ve stumbled into a rave.

[frasier you uncultured seine]

[burgerprince]

A rave where people respectfully listen to classics from the seventies.

[Sure, let's go with that.]

You bring your glowsticks?

[saladandeggs]

Ah, yes. Classics. This might as well have been composed by Mozart.

[...yeah, he’s uppity.]

No, unfortunately, I left them at home alongside the ecstasy!

[burgerprince]

[An audible mutter:]

No ecstasy.

[He scoffs.]

What a square.

[saladandeggs]

I am not a square!

...For God’s sake, I am simply a man with actual taste.

[duckrotation]

Your taste in movies is amazing, but your taste in music is awful.

[MAKES A SCRUNCHY FACE]

[burgerprince]

You don't like Pink Floyd?

[He's trying not to sound wounded.]

[duckrotation]

[-1 rose respect point]

Absolutely not! They sound like nails on a chalkboard. How can you even enjoy this?

[burgerprince]

Because it's good, first of all.

[Just putting that out there.]

Second...my sister likes them.

[duckrotation]

[Pauses for a moment. No more music hating.]

You... have a sister? What's her name?