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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...You get that this morning? Lucky.
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[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?
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[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.
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[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?
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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.
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[Joking. Mostly.]
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[She shrugs.]
I was going to wear it to something back home, but I'm pretty sure it's not going to pan out. Not sure why it's here.
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[If he had to guess what the dress was for.]
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He can keep it. I don’t do dances.
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[Can you feel the sarcasm, Natalie?]
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Right. That's when I transform into the person I was always meant to be, and everything. How could I forget?
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Cw:alcoholism
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