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

[snideper]

[As per usual, Clarisse wakes up early and spends the morning through breakfast time in target practice. Today, she shoots at the park rather than the shooting range, which means, once again, ruining people's walks with dead, arrow-pierced birds dropping out of the sky. With each downed bird, though, she just scowls (like, more than usual), as though displeased by something. Despite other animal corpses littering the area, there are no stray arrows—she'll come to collect the murder weapon in a moment if you don't confront her first.

Later in the afternoon, after the motive's been announced, she takes a trip to the graveyard. She's not straight up kicking the headstones, thank god, but that less-than-gentle way she prods at them with her foot isn't much better, is it...]

What a pain in the ass...

[clarisse that's DISRESPECTFUL

After sunset, Clarisse ends up in the chapel, of all places. Her resting bitchface is a permanent feature, but it furrows in frustration as she wanders between pews and around all the fixtures and stages as if she's looking for something. Apparently, she doesn't find it, because she ends up perched on the back bench of the pew, rather than sitting in the seat like a normal person, staring unfocused at the space in front of her. She doesn't acknowledge anyone as they come in like usual, but she still carries her bow, so maybe you shouldn't try sneaking up on her...]

Park

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus nearly gets hit by one of the falling birds, and immediately scoops it up. As Clarisse approaches, he glares at her.]

What are you doing?

[snideper]

Shooting. [obviously???] Gimme back my arrow.

[silvertongueheir]

[He slowly starts working the arrow out, keeping a rather tight grip on it.] And why shoot these birds? They've done nothing aggressive of any sort.

[snideper]

They make good live targets. [marches over and holds out her hand!] You're dealing with it all wrong, hand it over.

[silvertongueheir]

Do you need to use live targets? [He still has a hold on that arrow, although he pauses in his working at it.]

[snideper]

I'm gonna get rusty if I just use the stationary ones all the time. Don't even hold it, you're doing that wrong, too. Just gimme the bird if you're gonna mess around like that.

[silvertongueheir]

[Give her the bird? If Jimmy was here, he'd probably literally flip her the bird. Franciscus is too dignified for that, but he still wants to inconvenience her, so-]

Alright. Catch. [And he lobs it with just enough force to miss her extended hand.]

[snideper]

[Clarisse steps out of the way much faster than the situation probably necessitates—the bird hits the ground instead, landing arrow-down, so the arrow bends, then breaks when the bird rolls.

To her credit, Clarisse just sort of raises an eyebrow at Franciscus and scowls, though not much more than normal.]

Ugh. Hunting shop sold me garbage... What a waste.

[silvertongueheir]

I assume you won't want this back, then. [Is he going to go find her other lost arrows and step on them to break them? Perhaps.]

[snideper]

Target practice isn't over yet, dandy, I'd suggest leaving the rest of my kills alone.

[silvertongueheir]

Of course. I wouldn't want to actually have one of them fall on me. [He turns around and starts walking away, although he's waiting for her to leave as well so he can at least give this pigeon a proper burial.]

chapel

[odasaku]

[ it's not often that oda visits religious places. mostly since he's never felt much of a connection with any religion, despite his (halfhearted) attempts.

so he's not sure what brings him to the church now, but he's definitely here. he glances at clarisse's unfocused expression, but decides not to bother her, instead sitting on the bench in front of the one she's in. ]

[snideper]

[As soon as Oda sits, Clarisse comes to her feet in a quick springing motion that has her standing on the pew seat like some kind of fucking neanderthal.]

Hey. [But like if she doesn't get to just sort of zone out alone then no one does. Once she has his attention, she gestures vaguely to the different portraits of saints probably hung up here and the big ol' damaged Jesus statue.] You recognize any of these guys?

[what's the deal with jesus]

[odasaku]

Mm, I do.

[ he points to the damaged jesus statue ]

That one is Jesus Christ. He's the son of God in both Christianity and Catholicism, and its said that he died for all of our sins when he was betrayed by one of his twelve Apostles. Three days after his death, though, he came back to life in order to return to Heaven where his Father, God, is.

[ then, oda points to the saints around the large statue ]

I don't remember all of them, but the ones I do remember are all saints. They're people that have some degree of "holiness" because they've lived a life without sin and have performed at least miracles.

[ good job clarisse! you made oda say more than five words! ]

Park

[pursuitofdeath]

[Hm. No need to guess who the culprit here is. He could wait for her to come collect it. He could confront her too.


Or he could take the arrow out of the dead bird himself.]

Not very efficient.

[He twirls the bloody arrow— but doesn’t move to give it back either.

....he absolutely wants to irritate her.]

[snideper]

Depends what you're trying to do.

[Arrows are essentially infinite when she can just buy them off the hunting shop as necessary, so she doesn't look anymore irritated than normal...]

You're gonna ruin the arrow like that.

graveyard

[doublelammy]

[Why the heck is one of the little girls hanging out in the graveyard? Who knows, but here she is.

She stops her perusal of graves to watch Clarisse for a bit before eventually piping up.]

I dunno, don't you think they're a little too dead to be that anymore?

[snideper]

[her usual Trademark Scoff]

This whole place is a waste of time and space. I don't like waste.

[doublelammy]

[Blink.]

How so?

[snideper]

[propping her foot up on the gravestone as she turns to Millium]

That over there [jerks her head towards the mausoleum] has someone important in it, no doubt. But all this? [kicks the headstone again] If they weren't worth any real effort, don't bother. It adds up to all this wasted space.

[doublelammy]

Is it effort or is it money?

[...What the heck does this toddler know about economics?]

Someone with somethin' big n' garish like that, maybe some kind of noble person. But all these other graves, maybe this is all commoners could afford?

["Nobles," "commoners." Said like these are just the classes that Are, and Clarisse should just understand what she's talking about. Thankfully, they're fairly generic words, but Millium's apparently not aware that not every world is as horribly caste-separated as Erebonia.]

They mean somethin' to someone. Just 'cause that someone isn't you doesn't mean it's not important.

graveyard

[protectandselfserve]

[....you know, it's kind of funny, in a gallows humor-y kind of way, but...]

Hey, now. They're not bothering you, are they?

[snideper]

[huffs!]

This whole place is a waste. I can't stand it.

[protectandselfserve]

I wouldn't say it's a waste, myself. There's probably not much else you can do with this plot of land, after all.