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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[Welcome to the second week! If you want to contact the Sergeant, please post here!. Also please remember to submit your activity check!]

Comments

no esCAPE

[linearcrash]

[ Around the morning, Nine can be found outside of the motel. He's holding a whole bunch of red cloth folded up under his arm and a thing of rope. He seems to be looking for something or considering something... ]

How the hell...

[ He's grumbling low as he scratches the back of his head. ]

[ Later, he can be found at the Diner eating a burger. He seems to be ignoring whatever reception they are getting from the locals. ]

Hey, do you think they would stack up a bunch of meat if we asked?

[ He's feeling pretty hungry and already knows the one won't cut it. ]

morning

[icariot]

[Don't mind Hawks, perched like a gargoyle on top of the motel. He had been up with the sun running patrols, since there's no telling what could happen and when. He hasn't gotten a lot of sleep recently. Hawks was taking a break when he noticed Nine come out of the motel and start searching around for something.

He keeps watching for several minutes, before finally taking pity and flying down to hover near Nine]

Are you looking for something?

[linearcrash]

[ Okay, Nine is going to forget his very important stuff for a moment because he sees the wings in action. ]

Whoa! Those are some big ass wings, yo.

[icariot]

[Nine they're the same they were a couple days ago. The only difference is he's actively using them now.]

...I'm glad your eyes are still working. You seemed like you were having trouble finding something for the last couple minutes.

[Hawks isn't sure whether he should be concerned or exasperated at this point]

[linearcrash]

[ Yes, but now he can actually see them in action or something. Like it's not to be pretty on his back. ]

Huh? [ Shit. Back to reality. His gaze drops to what he's carrying. Hawks might be able to pick up the odd stains on the fabric as possibly being blood stains. ]

Was trying to figure out how to even hang it.

[ Nodding to the top of the hotel. ]

[icariot]

[regretfully hawks is well versed in bloodstains, so once Nine shifts the flag to look at it, that much is something he can pick out about he cloth.

Hawks shifts so he’s not just standing, but almost leaning sideways in the air to peer up the hotel.]

You want to put it up there? [a moment of thoughtful silence] It’s important to you, isn’t it?

diner

[carbide]

[Olympia doesn't seem particularly interested in their opinions, either.]

If not, surely you could do it yourself.

[linearcrash]

Doing it myself would defeat the purpose of it, yo.

[ Or something? But he will pull the top bun of to add some fries on the burger. ]

diner;

[kingbomber]

Yeah, just ask them in a way they can't refuse.

[ Please don't take his advice, Nine. ]