WEEK 3: April 15th - April 19th

[cartesio]

Third Week

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.

Links

IC Rules
Guestbook
Room Assignments
Events
Locations
NPCs
Activity Check

Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday

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

Comments

MOTIVE

[cartesio]

[When the Sergeant asks the tourists to go to the Lodge, he seems to be in better mood than last time. It also shows when everyone goes, he's pacing calmly from side to side of the room, waiting for them to arrive. Once everybody is gathered, he stops, opens his arms, and starts:]

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!]

[clearities]

[ "Kinomoto Sakura is a magical girl that goes around late at night in embarrassing costumes made by her best friend capturing cards."

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. ]

[streetwolf]

[Wayne snickered a lot but the letter gets an actual laugh. Then he crunches it into a ball and just tosses it to floor.]

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. ]

[quickpersuader]

[Kino looks fairly impassive - after all, Kino is a traveler, there is no home to speak of. But then that very traveler picks up the letter and--

Oh.]

...Was that really what it was?

[A beat. And then:]

Hermes will be surprised.

[integratedsoul]

Oh, did the Sergeant write down something you didn't know yet?

[ That seems like a weird choice for a secret and definitely inspires curiosity. ]

[quickpersuader]

More like... it's something that happened so long ago, I forgot about it.

[Goes to show how important this secret is.]

But Hermes has been with me for years. There's not much about me he doesn't know.

[doublelammy]

[Millium looks wholly unimpressed as she glances down at her letter.]

...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.

[quickpersuader]

I think we can already start narrowing the list down...

[Watching some of these reactions. Kino's own letter remains lazily half-folded. Not totally visible, but not too much effort made to hide or destroy it.

It's just... strange.]

[doublelammy]

Yeah, no kidding... [She puffs out her cheeks a little.] Really don't get what's so important t'keep secret you'd kill someone over it, but okay, whatever.

[carbide]

[With a completely blank expression, Olympia crumples her letter into a ball, then turns and walks away.]

[kingbomber]

Tch, what a pain in the ass.

[ 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. ]

[pecker]

[Niwatori is squinting at her secret in some mixture of disbelief and disgust... and yet somehow she still mostly looks bored over all. It's pretty much the same reaction you'd get to reading a bad joke.]

This is just stupid.

CW: suicide mentions

[pursuitofdeath]

[Dazai takes his envelope and pockets it. Better safe than sorry with the life he’s led. But he doesn’t seem bothered. Though the reason for that is —]

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.]

[amburere]

[ After last week, Dabi isn't expecting that much. Sure something that could rouse a lot of people here, but he doesn't expect to have a personal stake in this anymore than he did before.

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. ]

[icariot]

[Hawks watches Dabi walk away, but doesn’t move to follow. He can find him later, or if something starts smoking.]

[doublelammy]

[listen if dabi's the culprit this week millium fucking called it

file this under: things that do not in any way excuse her behavior]

[marmoron]

[Keith opens his envelope with a thoroughly deadpan expression. He's already yelled every demoralizing, shitty thing he could think to say at the paladin; there's nothing, he thinks, the Sergeant could tell them outside of lying his shadow face off, that would hurt them more than what he's already done by himself. Keith isn't proud of it.

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.

[unfashionably]

[ Secrets, huh? Gently, he catches the letter and looks down at it. He has a couple guesses, none of which make him very happy. Not angry either, quite unlike last week. Mostly? He's just sad. It takes a moment more for him to open the letter and read it.

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. ]

[protectandselfserve]

[...okay, he's seeing everyone else's reactions, but he's kind of curious what it is...]

...

Ah.

[...............

well. he'll just. stick that in his pocket. He doesn't look worked up, but he rarely ever does...]

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus catches his envelope between two fingers with a flourish, gently slicing it open and taking a look-and he quickly shoves it back in, though anyone looking at his letter might note it resembles a screenshot of a text conversation. And there are several more pages in said envelope. He quickly folds it up, tucking it into a pocket.]

You could have used just one piece of paper for this, you know.

[goturshit]

[ Kinzie looks at the paper and rolls her eyes, but she does crumple it up before anyone can see. ]

Ugh, someone's been reading their Intro to Psych textbook, I see.

[relieable]

[Osomatsu squints at his own letter, sniffling a bit. this is not a very good motive, but it does make him wonder how the Sergeant is getting all this information.

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.

[icariot]

[Hawks catches the letter easily, but makes no immediate moves to open it. He looks wistful and distant as he flips it around, examining the different sides, and running his finger over the folded edge.

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.]

[burgerprince]

[Jughead’s sure enough of what’s in there that he doesn’t even look, he just crumples it up. Secrets don’t stay buried in Riverdale, regardless.]

Tell them something they don’t know.

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian stares at her letter for a while. Until just the day before coming here, this letter could have said something that would horrify her. But that secret... she'd laid it open herself, finally. So now this is another one.

Less terrifying, more subtle, more just... sad. Which is exactly what Cian looks like too. Sad. But she just pockets the letter in the end and leaves it at this without any further comment. ]