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.

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Comments

[odasaku]

[ once the execution is over, oda is practically unavailable for a good chunk of the morning. he doesn't seem to be overly upset about his actions, but he's clearly keeping some sort of distance between himself and the rest of the tourists. he doubts that anyone will want to speak to him anyways, so he'll just do them the favor and stay away from the start.

that said, in the afternoon, oda's in the diner, eating lunch. though he still looks really distant, you can approach him there because he's not sacrificing his lunch, y'know.

and, later in the evening, he'll be on a park bench. this time, though, he's not feeding birds or anything like that. there's a lit cigarette between his fingers, which he occasionally brings up to his lips to take a drag from. he's quite deep in thought, but... he's approachable. ]

park

[clearities]

[ Perhaps he might be avoiding other people, but... after a while, Sakura decides to actively seek him out. Not to mention that the park is one of the few places that she goes to actually relax. While she's not feeling the greatest herself, she doesn't want to actively add anymore problems onto the others' shoulders-- or be a burden-- so when she approaches, it's with a small smile, carrying a bit of papers in her arms. ] Ah, Oda-san...? Can we talk for a bit? [ There's no anger in her voice. ]

[odasaku]

Sakura...

[ oda immediately puts out the cigarette when he sees her, a flash of concern on his expression. she had been one of the few that he was trying to avoid the most but fate has never been kind to him.

he tilts his head. ]

Yeah, sure.

[clearities]

[ The concern that flits onto his expression doesn't escape Sakura, not even for a second. While she might be naive about a lot of things, when it comes to this sort of thing in particular she catches it easily. The moment when he says 'yes' is when she takes a seat on the bench next to him, humming a little thoughtfully to herself. Struggling to find her words for a bit, she places the stack of papers on her lap, fiddling with her hands as if that would help her as she stares out into the distance. It doesn't. But eventually she settles into something, nodding to rekindle some sort of determination inside of her as her gaze fixes itself to look at Oda. She doesn't hate him. Not a single bit. And that's why she has to ask: ] Why did you volunteer to kill him, Oda-san? [ She wants to know the truth, even if it hurts. The look in her eyes speaks measures-- there's nothing judgmental there. No anger, or hatred, either. Just calm curiosity of someone who wants to hear answers, even if her hands are trembling because she's a little bit scared to hear the answer. ]

[odasaku]

...

[ the question feels heavy on his shoulders. of course, it's the question that he expected from her, but it doesn't help lessen the severity of it. the fact that she's asking him with such calm...oda feels guilty just having to taint her world with something so dark.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. ]

I'm not sure. On one hand, I wanted to spare the others from doing it. Even if he didn't seem bothered, I didn't want Kino to do it and Clarisse...seemed too eager. Someone that likes to kill shouldn't be allowed to-- it's like letting a wild animal loose.

On the other hand...I didn't want Nine to die alone. I feel it would have scared him more if the Sergeant was the one doing the execution. A shot to the head is quicker than an electric chair when its done right...and well, that's something I'm used to doing.

diner;

[kingbomber]

[ At some point, the blond comes and looks for the other man, and slams own his gathering of food on the table, barely managing to spill it everywhere. ]

Still able to eat after all of that, huh?

[odasaku]

Yeah.

[ he nods, continuing to eat. in all honesty, oda's biggest concerned was getting served at all, after that. ]

Looks like you got a strong stomach, too.

[kingbomber]

Can't skip a meal just because someone died.

[ But he thought it might've been different for Oda since he saw him kill Nine. Then again, he did volunteer.

There's a pause before he looks Oda in the eyes, and speaks what's on his mind. ]

It doesn't look like it affected you at all, though. Fucking putting a bullet in someone's head like that.

[odasaku]

He died as painlessly as I could manage. Not that it should make it any better.

[ it was that or the electric chair, bakugou ]

And this is something I'm kinda used to.

diner

[doublelammy]

[Millium does not attend the execution. In fact, Millium spends her time between leaving the cell and the diner in her room at the motel. Sleep comes and goes.

Millium can't spend all day cooped up in her room, though. Eventually, her stomach starts growling at her to actually do something about it, so it's off to the diner with her.

She initially grabs food to go, but she pauses when she catches Oda out of the corner of her eye.

She doesn't say anything before simply sliding into a seat across from him, opening her little to-go container to produce a sandwich.]

Hi.

[She speaks up only because she feels like she should say something. This time, at least, she understands the tightness in her chest, but it doesn't change her from wanting to speak to try to remedy it even a little.]

[odasaku]

[ and here's another one of the people oda wanted to avoid at all costs. but, not wanting to sacrifice his food in favor of running away, he lets her sit down in front of him.

he keeps his gaze away, her unenthusiastic greeting not helping the guilt he feels.

nevertheless, he nods in response. ]

Hey.

[doublelammy]

[She takes a bite of her sandwich and actually chews and swallows before responding. She'll be polite today...]

...You don't have to keep not looking at me like that. I'm not mad at you for any of this.

[Just going for the heart of it.]

[odasaku]

I didn't think that.

[ yes he absolutely did ]

park

[streetwolf]

[He hadn't spoken to this guy. But he'd done the execution, so he'd pay him his dues. Not that Wayne was entirely sure doing what the sergeant wanted was a good thing.

He just plonks himself on the bench. Sitting for a moment.]

...You know that's bad for your health?

[odasaku]

Yeah.

[ which is clearly not stopping oda from doing it. that said, he does put the cigarette out, but it's more for wayne's sake than for his own. ]

There, sorry.

[streetwolf]

Why you saying sorry for? I don't give a shit if you croak it. Just a stupid way to go. Especially here.

diner

[robitussin]

[When she notices him in the diner, she almost leaves him alone to eat, but... For whatever reason, after a moment, she approaches.]

Hey.

[odasaku]

Hey.

[ oda looks up at her, expression neutral. come on hate him, he won't be surprised ]

[robitussin]

[How about no!! She doesn't look angry or hateful at all. If anything, there's confusion with a layer of concern.]

...Can I ask why?

Park

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus walks over to the bench, leaning on the back before circling around and sitting next to him. He doesn't speak for a while either, looking forward before turning to Oda.]

Are you worried what people will think about you volunteering?

[odasaku]

Not really. If they want to hate me, it's understandable. [ and if they don't, then that'll be surprising, but he won't stop them either. ]

Should I be worried?

[silvertongueheir]

I don't think so. They mostly seem worried for you. Or jealous, in Clarisse's case. But she's...unique, I suppose.

Lunch

[quickpersuader]

[Well, Kino was getting lunch anyway, so Kino will go ahead and sit opposite him with a sandwich and salad.]

Looks like we had similar ideas.

[odasaku]

It was the most I could do.

[ he’ll just take a bite of his sandwich. monch ]

[quickpersuader]

[A nod.]

You made it quick. A good caliber for it, too.

[Monch.]