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]

[Jughead's getting a look right back. No, it's not community service. Keith just LOVES hydrangeas so freaking much.]

I'm "reforming."

[Said so dryly the quotation marks are audible. Can you tell it's working.]

[burgerprince]

[Hmm. Not sure. Needs confirmation.]

How's that working out for you?

[marmoron]

Not well. Guess I'm a hardened criminal through and through.

[Just a tiny grin there.]

[burgerprince]

Should you really be let out here? Around people? I feel pretty unsafe.

[marmoron]

[There's an amused "hmm" noise.]

We could put you in jail instead. You'd be safe from every scary thing there.

[burgerprince]

Carry on the family tradition. Good idea.

[marmoron]

Seriously?

[burgerprince]

Surprised?

[He doesn’t wait much for a response.]

I’m the damaged loner outsider from the wrong side of the tracks. [There’s a small air of irony with that, a touch of self awareness.] You shouldn’t be.

[marmoron]

[There's a raised eyebrow at first, but then a vague hint of a smile.]

Sounds like a story I've heard before.

[Keith, an orphaned half alien? Damaged? Loner? Outsider? Nooooo.]

[burgerprince]

[Jughead matches that with the hint of a grin.]

I don’t think the town’s really big enough for two of us, Keith.

[marmoron]

Heh.

[Wow. An actual laugh.]

Town's all yours, Jughead. I'm leaving as soon as I figure out how.

[burgerprince]

Appreciate it. [He really does.] But I can't subscribe to the archetype if I stay in one place, now, can I?

[marmoron]

Every town's gotta have at least one. If we both hightail ouf ot here, this place'll be at a deficit.

[burgerprince]

What if I just want to watch the world burn?

[marmoron]

Then you've got front row seats right here at Cartesio. Congratulations.

[burgerprince]

[Okay, that gets a chuckle.]

Think I've seen enough of that here. Looking for greener, burning pastures.

[marmoron]

[There's a raised eyebrow, then eventually a disbelieving laugh.]

I've seen a lot of burning pastures while out in space. Cartesio's the least depressing one.

[burgerprince]

[Jughead crosses his arms with a resigned amusement.]

Alright. I gotta ask. What’s up with the whole space thing?

[marmoron]

It's a long story.

[Which he does't necessarily mean as a dodge, but... it is a long story.]

Don't know if you really want to hear it.

[burgerprince]

Can't think of much better to do than gauging your storytelling prowess.

[marmoron]

[That's getting a raised eyebrow, but eventually....]

I'm not real good at storytelling.

[Just ask Kino how much it's like pulling teeth....]

I've been out in space for the last three years. Fighting a war against the Galran empire.

[burgerprince]

[He tilts his head as if to say 'I'll be the judge of that', and lets Keith begin.]

Great hook. Go on.

[marmoron]

The Galra are a highly advanced race that've been conquering large parts of the universe for thousands of years.

[He can already hear Jugheads sardonic commentary on this. You can pretty obviously tell he's working hard not to use the phrase "I'm fighting ALIENS."]

They enslave entire planets. If they can't, they destroy them instead. Nobody on Earth knows they're out there threatening not just our universe, but all universes and alternate realities. It cost us almost everything we had to destroy the ship they had that could cross between realities.

[burgerprince]

So...

[Listen he’s trying REALLY HARD.]

Aliens. You’re fighting aliens.

[marmoron]

. . .

Yeah. I'm fighting aliens.

[And PRE "FUCK YOU" IF YOU START LAUGHING.]