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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Thursday

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

Comments

[kingbomber]

Huh?! I'm fucking thinking about it as hard as I can, dipshit!

[ As far as he can tell, anyway. On one hand she has a point, and he is assuming that a plan will be figured out later, somehow for most of them. Still, he's irritated because he's irrationally thinking he now just looked like an idiot and it hurt his pride rip. ]

Tch, part of the problem with figuring out a "better plan" now is that it'll mean having to bother wasting time to get everyone to set their asses down and figure it out then. And we won't even have that luxury if shit hits the fan! So we fucking take initiative and make it up as we go!

[ This would be so much easier if he was sure he could do it all by himself. But with him weakened - loathe as he is to admit it - it's not really feasible. ]

[robitussin]

[There's another loud sigh as she runs her hands down her face, exasperated.]

Oh my god. I cannot have this conversation with you right now, I'm going to have a fucking aneurysm. You have fun doing something insanely stupid without considering the possible consequences as long as you don't drag the rest of us down with you.

[kingbomber]

I'll do whatever the hell I fucking want! So guess what? You can go ahead and go fuck yourself!

[ And he turns to leave, proving how productive that was...amazing...

Rip everyone who gets dragged down into his mess ig. ]