The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.
Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.
Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.
It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again.
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cartesianism2018-10-14 10:52 am
TUESDAY
NEWSPAPER
Worrisome trends continue! After the latest trash digging escapades, tourists have now been spotted looting the abandoned clothing store in the east end of town. Though all of them appear wealthy and have shown themselves benevolent towards citizens, rumors about this strange interest in leftover merchandise are beginning to spread. "I know one shouldn't judge a foreigner for not fitting right in," Mr. M. Smith (43) says, "but it gives me the creeps to see."
In happier news, local charity association president Joanne Jensen announced today that the park improvement gardening project first spoken of in September of last year is well underway. We can expect Cartesio's greenery to become even more impressive over the next months.
Further, the freshly reopened ice cream store reports record sales. Cartesio's people have really missed their favourite frozen treat and gave the shop a warm 'welcome back'. ]
MOTIVE
I'll say, you're all performing better than I expected. Credit where it's due. That said, we need to keep momentum. Let's continue.
[The Sergeant steps aside, suddenly there's a short pile of letters behind him. He takes each one, pretty much tossing them to the person they belong to]
Read carefully what's written here.
[Each letter has something your character wouldn't want anyone else to know. The more it'll strain relationships with people back home or ruin their life, the better]
You all want to return home. Allow me to up the ante a bit more. If none of you kill before Friday at sundown, the contents of your letters won't be so secret anymore. I'm sure you all can guess I'll ensure the right people hear about this. I'll even provide proof of the contents here, if they ask for it!
So you better kill before I decide to make the place you call 'home' be less welcoming than you expect.
[That's all. The Sergeant refuses to talk, just like last week. Enjoy!]
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It's definitely not something that she's hiding from people here, at least, but it's something that she doesn't want others to know in particular.
Which is made a little evident by the single noise and flushed cheeks. ]
Hoooooeee....!
[ That's it.
That's her reaction to this particular motive. ]
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What, you got nothing so you had to bullshit it? Anyone who means anything already knows everything there is to know.
[... And he's walking, bye. The letter is just being left there.
Wayne actually thinks Leo Shishigami is pretty cool. He even tried on Leo's old suits before getting his own. ]
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Oh.]
...Was that really what it was?
[A beat. And then:]
Hermes will be surprised.
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...C'mon, now, Sarge. I thought I told you to do better next time.
[To illustrate her point, she promptly tears the thing in half and drops it unceremoniously. If anyone were to pick up the pieces:
"Millium Orion's loyalties lie with Class VII, not the Ironbloods."]
I think even Gramps can figure that one out.
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[ He's holding it in his hands, so people can see for a short moment if they're being quick and nosy a Katsuki Bakugou shares the knowledge that Izuku Midoriya has in-- because oops sparks caused it to go up in flames before it hits the ground as a pile of ashes.
...However he sticks around to observe the others too. ]
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This is just stupid.
CW: suicide mentions
I don’t particularly care one way or the other about getting home.
[The fact that he’s a complete idiot.]
A nice suicide away from home might be nice. I’m sure Kunikida-kun would be happy if it didn’t upset his schedule.
[He sighs wistfully.
How much of this is real isn’t clear but the fact that he can say it so convincingly is a sign of character.]
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It's reasonably subtle how his eyes narrow as the Sergeant speaks. The letter is caught with his usual nonchalance, and for several long seconds he just stares at the folded over white paper in his hand. Unfolding just the corner is enough. All he needs to see is the one word for confirmation. Immediately, the paper goes up in a spray of blue fire.
Unlike last week, Dabi won't be casting curious glances around the room. He will however, be leaving the lodge as soon as he's able to with rigid, purposeful steps. There's other things he should be dealing with in the wake of such a motive. But not right now, when all he can feel is the fire roiling in his chest. ]
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He reads the contents of the letter with that exact mindset, meaning he's not making any attempts to conceal it as he reads.
Keith doesn't regret leaving Voltron for the Blades.
Funny. He used to think the paladins didn't hold that one against him, but he can still see the cold look in Allura's eyes. You left us. Lance's glare. Why don't you just leave?
Keith crumples the paper.]
They all knew that already.
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He lets his fingers move over the words as he reads them again and again. If anything, it's worse than he expected. He spends some more time staring at the letter with his hand covering the message before he carefully puts it into his pocket. He lingers in the lounge a while longer before leaving, his head down and eyes unwilling to catch anyone else's gaze. ]
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Ah.
[...............
well. he'll just. stick that in his pocket. He doesn't look worked up, but he rarely ever does...]
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You could have used just one piece of paper for this, you know.
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Ugh, someone's been reading their Intro to Psych textbook, I see.
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Osomatsu is a greedy, selfish man who steals from his own brothers.
he folds the letter, shoves it into his pocket, and moves to leave]
Tch, I thought it was a letter from home. That would've been a better motive.
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Maybe...
But no. Whatever is written on there doesn’t need to be paraded around. There’s a reason it’s his “secret,” and he doesn’t have to look to know it’s not pleasant to share. There’s only so many he has, and none are palletable to have known.
Whatever feelings he has about this, Hawks shoves them down until later, just like the paper shoved into a safe pocket of his jacket. Later.
A quick sweeping glance across the room to catelog general demeanors (making note of there being a meeting later), before Hawks makes his own exit from the building.]
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....
[ If you want privacy in this place, the junkyard sure isn't the place to be. That's why Dabi finds himself in the graveyard late at night, camped next to a row of tombstones with a half empty bottle of bourbon on the ground next to him. Company isn't something he wants, but he's far too distracted to really notice anyone else approaching. He's also not really making an effort to hide himself either, given that every so often he creates a brief flash of fire in his hand. There's probably some rule about setting the graveyard on fire along with drinking in public, but it's not like he cares. ]
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Later in the afternoon, after the motive's been announced, she takes a trip to the graveyard. She's not straight up kicking the headstones, thank god, but that less-than-gentle way she prods at them with her foot isn't much better, is it...]
What a pain in the ass...
[clarisse that's DISRESPECTFUL
After sunset, Clarisse ends up in the chapel, of all places. Her resting bitchface is a permanent feature, but it furrows in frustration as she wanders between pews and around all the fixtures and stages as if she's looking for something. Apparently, she doesn't find it, because she ends up perched on the back bench of the pew, rather than sitting in the seat like a normal person, staring unfocused at the space in front of her. She doesn't acknowledge anyone as they come in like usual, but she still carries her bow, so maybe you shouldn't try sneaking up on her...]
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in the afternoon, Osomatsu ducks into the ice cream parlor to hide out from the rain. how nice, this place seems much more cheerful than the rest of the town. he orders a big sundae and sits down to eat it. it may be cold outside, but who is going to pass up on ice cream?
later on, Osomatsu wants to look around more. he heads to the chapel. he's definitely not religious, but exploring the town is one of the only things that keeps him busy. he checks to see if there are any townsfolk in here, but it seems like he's alone for now.
finally, he spends his last few hours awake at the tavern. he's drinking pretty heavily, already has two beers in him]
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meeting!
Once there's a couple of people gathered, he shakes off the feeling that this is awkward as all hell and begins talking.]
Listen up, everyone. First of all, if anyone's thinking about killing someone this week -- knock it off. You're a real piece of shit if you're contemplating murdering someone to cover up the smell of your own farts.
[..great pep talk, Keith.]
Next -- has anyone figured out what's going on and what the Sergeant's really after? I've had a little experience with something like this before when my team and I encountered some omnipotent being in the universe called Bob. He transported all of us to a pocket dimension or something to force us to play Garfle Warfle Snick. We were only allowed to leave once we won the game -- it was supposed to be a test of character.
[And as ridiculous as all of that sounds, Keith says it with an uttelry straight face. Except for when he says the name "Bob." You can tell he kinda loathes that guy.]
But I don't know if that's what's going on here. Seems like there are more pieces involved here. Anyone have any ideas or learn anything new?
And finally -- patrols. Since the cops here aren't doing a damn thing, guess it's up to us to stay sharp and keep an eye out for each other.
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Slight investigation
Today after the lodge meeting. He ends up at the chapel, and that tarp is getting stared at for a good long while.]
Amazing... There's no bullet holes and it's still seems more messed up than the church from back home.
[And he snorts, then cringes at something only he knows before moving on. The graveyard is just down the road so that seems like a good place to look. Anything interesting on the tombstones? He'd imagine the likes of Lovepon and Nine just got cremated at best but who knows.]
Slight Investigation
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They'll wrinkle if left like that for too long. Besides, this should make it easier to find what you want.
[After that, he can be found relaxing at the ice cream shop, daintily eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream with a spoon. It seems that each scoop is a slightly different type of chocolate as well.]