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

[marmoron]

[Look, it's nothing personal!! Being locked up just wasn't a whole lot of fun and he'd rather just move on asap...

But for what it's worth, some of Keith's urgency is toned down a little as Natalie's expression falls.]

Moloch is... [Dead. Keith doesn't say the word and just leaves the sentence and unspoken question hanging.]

[robitussin]

...Yeah.

[There's an uncomfortable pause as she shifts to cross her arms in front of her, almost protectively.]

Nine is, too.

[marmoron]

[And this is where if Keith weren't so socially awkward, he'd be offering to give her a hug if she needs one, but this is Keith and for better or for worse no such offers are forthcoming.

Instead there's a bitter sort of silence that follows. He drops eye contact, one hand slowly tightening into a clenched fist. He knew about this, but it's not something he wanted confirmed.]

Moloch. How'd he die... and what was he doing out there?

[robitussin]

...We think he might have been looking for parts for his radio, but it's not like we can ask him now. Either way, he got stabbed.

[She takes a deep breath in, glancing down at the ground.]

[marmoron]

He - what?

[His head jerks back up, morose contemplative mood instantly gone Shit. ]

[robitussin]

[She takes a few moments, trying to decide what part of that might have been most alarming, but she comes up empty.]

Which part...?

[marmoron]

[It's a little bit of both, but...]

The radio -- I... [Keith trails off, looking back down at the ground. He speaks through clenched teeth.] I asked Moloch to help build one for us.

[...And it ended with him getting murdered huh? Because Nine moronically decided it was a great idea to go and put a knife through the one mechanic they had that could have helped them get more information about what the fuck is going on in this town??

Keith breathes out. It's not -- there's nothing he could have done about it; Moloch ought to have been more careful. But in the end, he was already pissed about Moloch's death; this is just a nice sprinkling of salt for good measure.]

That asshole could've done everyone a favor and gone after Clarisse instead.

[robitussin]

...If you’re doing that thing where you’re implying it’s partially your fault because he was there after you suggested it, don’t. That’s stupid.

[It’s said bluntly, but it’s well intentioned, at least. His next words earn a sigh.]

Yeah, if only. I don’t think he could have taken her even if he tried, though.

[marmoron]

I'm not. [He totally is. Even if he knows that's irrational as hell.] I wish there was something I could've done. That's all.

[He looks back up at Natalie.]

Have you seen either of them fight?

[robitussin]

...Fair enough.

[She's sure he's not the only one who feels that way, at least. Regardless, she shrugs.]

Not sure if fight is the right word, but I've seen Clarisse do something.

[marmoron]

What did Clarisse do?

[He's quite happy to drop the more conflicting subject to focus on this.]

[robitussin]

...She was kicking the jukebox, and I tried to stop her. It's not a big deal anymore.

[Likes: music.]

[marmoron]

...How'd you get out of that without getting stabbed?

[Honest question here.]

[robitussin]

Oh, you know. Just some light strangulation from her part. No big deal.

[hm!!]

[marmoron]

How is that not a big deal? You alright?

[robitussin]

I'm alive, so I'm counting that as a yes.

[marmoron]

[God how many people does he have to be not-concerned about in this damn town....]

And other people saw her doing this to you.

[robitussin]

...I'm not sure, actually. It was a few weeks ago. If there was anyone there, it was a townsperson, and I'm pretty sure they have no idea what's going on half the time.

[marmoron]

...So Clarisse strangles you in public, but I'm the one who gets to go to jail.

[Fucking Cartesio's selective attention???? Just loud sighing mentally at that one.]

You need pepper spray?

[He's got... perhaps way too much of this kind of stuff in his room, Just hanging out.]

[robitussin]

...Actually, I cannot think of a single good reason to turn that down, and that's kind of distressing.

[marmoron]

Well, you better get used to it.

[And that said, he's going to start heading back to the motel.]

[robitussin]

Get used to using pepper spray...?

[She nods, though, following after him.]

You want me to come with, or you want to just give it to me later?

[marmoron]

Up to you.

[He's got no problems with her company or whatever.]

Room's a bit of a mess though.

[BOXES EVERYWHERE. His room is a fire hazard.\

[robitussin]

[She continues following in his stride, then, head tilting in curiosity.]

Yeah, I'd bet. How'd you end up sorting out all the stuff you bought, anyways?

[marmoron]

I haven't really. A lot of it's still in the boxes.

[Admittedly it'd just been easier to just keep things in the boxes instead of having guns, knives, camping supplies spill over everywhere....]

I need to move some of the safer stuff out so I can use the window as an escape route if I have to.

[....Said totally straight faced. They're only a few blocks away from the motel so it's short-ish walk over.]