Week 2 - April 13th

[cartesio]

Week 2: Investigation

The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.

That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:

There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.

Links

IC Rules
Guestbook
Room Assignments
Locations

Comments

[yonosoymaria]

[In that case, he'll walk over. What's the hanging thing? Can he tell without crowding Gant?]

[cartesio]

[You can. What was hanging over the rim is duct tape. A ball of it, in fact. Careful when grabbing it!]

[protectandselfserve]

Ah, Cardy!

[THIS IS YOUR NAME NOW]

Do you want to go inside and see if you can get some bags for these? I don’t want to be carrying a can of motor oil around everywhere.

[cartesio]

[Careful when touching that duct tape, Gant. Looks like there's a few things about it to be aware about.

For starters, it seems to have been balled up so the sticky part is outside, concealing the inside]

[protectandselfserve]

[this is the worst day of his life.]

...

...

Do you have gloves.

[cartesio]

[Haha, your gloves are already dirty! But if it's any consolation, this won't stain them much further -- after all, although there's some blood peeking through the bits that are visible from the inside, most of it is inside the ball instead of the outside.

Good luck carrying this and the motor oil container, Gant, Eric. At least the motel laundry room is free, so there's that consolation if you get stains on you]

[yonosoymaria]

I don't, but...

[Even John never tried to give him a nickname that undignified - and yet -

Gant has a point.]

Here.

[He had been handed his ill-advised coping mechanism in a bag, after all. It maybe only barely fits the can, or even only just fits over part of it, but....]