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

[amburere]

[ The ice cream parlor is probably one of the last places you expect to see Dabi, but that might just be why he's decided to come here in the first place. Or it might be because he's spent the past several hours meandering around town and decided to duck into the next place he saw. Who knows. Either way, he's less eating ice cream and more just staring at all the bright colors and flavors like they've offended him in some way. In particular, one container of green tea ice cream seems to be bearing the brunt of his ire, as it's beginning to melt from being in close in proximity to him. The rest of the ice cream probably isn't that safe either, considering the very visible heat waves rising from his body. ]

....

[ 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. ]

ice cream parlor

[unfashionably]

[ You're right on the money, narrative. The ice cream parlor is the last place Sting expected to see Dabi. That's why, when he does notice the other man, he stops in the doorway before coming in. Maybe he was right about everyone needing something sweet when down? Except, once he stops being a wallflower and comes closer, it doesn't look like Dabi is eating any ice cream but is instead melting it.

That's a shame, the ice cream here is good. Too good to be wasted like this. Later, he's absolutely gonna have to eat this place outta stock to try and make amends. That's for later (and yes, he's gonna try to do it, don't doubt how much he can eat before bursting), for now he comes and sits down next to Dabi. It's... well, warm? Which makes sense.

He doesn't say anything and instead leans over the counter to scoop some of the tea ice cream into a cone. ]

[amburere]

[ It takes Dabi longer than he'd like to realize that someone else has entered the ice cream parlor. He doesn't care who it is (but he could be in a lot worse company), as he fully intends to continue his staredown of the ice cream without engaging. That is until he notices what the dragonslayer is doing. Without turning to face Sting: ]

Pick another one.

[unfashionably]

[ That startles him. He didn't expect Dabi to start talking out of nowhere. He does stop what he's doing, at least, and looks over at Dabi. ]

Is there something wrong with this one?

[amburere]

It's melting. [ Duh, Sting. ]

ice cream parlor;

[kingbomber]

Didn't think you'd be one of the ones who'd be having a fucking fit over this.

[ Unfortunately it seems the both of them decided to head this way so we're going to start off great here. ]

[amburere]

[ And so we are. His facedown with the ice cream will have to wait, because as soon as Dabi sees Bakugou, his eyes are locked onto the hero in training. There's something behind his eyes that makes his stare more intense than usual, and it's a stark contrast between the rest of his posture which is eerily calm. ]

You have a strange way of defining a "fucking fit", brat.

[kingbomber]

[ Bakugou hadn't been blind to how Dabi reacted when the motive was presented, but of course the blond's never been one to keep his mouth shut. ]

What? You're going to try to say I'm wrong?

[amburere]

[ ............ ]

What do you want? Unless you're just here for ice cream, in which case hope you enjoy. [ Those sure are flames flaring up on his arms, though they die down quickly enough. The ice cream in the shop is definitely melting a bit more now. ]

ice cream parlor

[snideper]

[She keeps peeking into this place and leaving when it inevitably turns up full of people but this time she lingers to watch the ice cream melt. Without buying anything, Clarisse takes a seat at a table a respectably cool distance away, propping her chin in her hand. After a moment, she snorts, amused.]

Yeah, you show that sludge who's boss.

[no one asked you]

[amburere]

[ This is the worst place to come to escape people, even worse than the junkyard somehow. But as long as Clarisse is leaving him alone, Dabi is content to inadvertently melt the ice cream in peace. His head snaps over as soon as she speaks up though, the corners of his mouth tugging up in shared amusement. ]

That's about right, actually. A sludge boss.

[snideper]

Aww, taking your employment frustrations out on dessert?

[she thinks it's dessert? she hasn't had any yet. she doesn't trust it.]

[amburere]

Somethin' like that. Enjoying the show? It's nothin' like burning someone alive, I know. [ Sure let's go there. Maybe Clarisse will appreciate it even. ]

graveyard

[goturshit]

[ kinzie is hanging out in the graveyard because... dont worry about it ]

I guess this is one place to do that.

[amburere]

[ Did you come to escape all the kids at the junkyard, Kinzie? Dabi understands. He looks over to her somewhat lazily, then back at the fire in his palm. ]

My second choice was the chapel. All that wood would burn nice and easy.

[goturshit]

[ listen one of them is going to get lockjaw and she is not going to be the responsible adult on deck when it happens ]

Big fan of burning down places goths care about, huh?

gy, possible spoilers later in thread \o/

[icariot]

[Flap flap. Is it death? ....No, it’s just Hawks, touching down a couple paces away. He meanders closer, careful not to startle Dabi or otherwise provoke him to send fire the hero’s way. Especially not with alcohol so nearby.

When he gets close enough, just out of arms reach of Dabi, he squats and reaches for the abandoned bourbon bottle just barely reachable.]

You mean you came out here to drink, and you didn’t invite me?

[amburere]

[ At some point Dabi knew the bird was gonna show up. He has nothing to say until Hawk speaks up and encroaches on his space and liquor. His icy gaze says it all, play carefully tonight hero. ]

This isn't your kinda place, Hawks. You gotta officially join the league before you get to have parties in shitholes like this.

[icariot]

If I didn’t know better, I would think you care about me being in shady places.

[Hawks huffs a laugh and cracks a grin. He swirls the bourbon and examines it, but doesn’t try to drink it (yet).]

Pretty sure you don’t have a monopoly on graveyard parties. I’ve seen a decent amount full of teenagers, well before the league was out and about.

[Then again, maybe Dabi was at one of those that he’d seen. Wouldn’t that have been a riot.]

Graveyard

[burgerprince]

[Teens in graveyards at night: more likely than you think. Jughead casts a glance towards Dabi as he briefly lights up, briefly startled, and then to the alcohol.]

Is that really a good idea?

[His tone leans more towards judgemental.]

[amburere]

...unno, is this? [ The fire flares to life again, and that sure is a fireball heading towards Jughead's direction. Luckily there's not as much speed behind it as usual: blame the alcohol, that he's sitting down, and maybe some semblance of sanity despite his mood. Third one's pretty dicey, though. ]

[burgerprince]

Jesus-

[Jughead darts aside to avoid getting fried, and looks to Dabi with a look of panic that slips into a moody anger.]

You always try to set kids on fire when you’re pissed?

graveyard

[robitussin]

[She's not sure what brings her out here. She's been restless since she arrived in this town, but tonight is even worse; there's something about this motive, something about the secret she's read. Even as she tries to sleep, she can't stop her racing thoughts.

While she doesn't intend to head to the graveyard, she happens to see a brief light out of the corner of her eyes. Once she realizes it's fire, there's little hesitation before she heads in that direction.]

...That doesn't look like a good combination.

[Flames and alcohol, that is.]

[amburere]

Oh, it's not. [ Least he's being honest? And then lighting both of his hands on fire with his quirk. Why stop when he's doing so well for himself already. ]

[robitussin]

[She flinches instinctively at the sight of the flame, before sighing.]

Was it the shit he threatened us with this morning, or something else?