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.

Links

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Room Assignments
Events
Locations
NPCs
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[Welcome to the third week! If you want to contact the Sergeant, please post here!. Also please remember to submit your activity check!]

Comments

[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.]

[snideper]

[snerk] Don't give me ideas.

[she's going to be around the park for a while longer, but the animal corpses are spread out enough that she's got elsewhere to be, at least]

[silvertongueheir]

[He lets out a slight "hmph," before moving to find a shovel. It should be easy enough to just cover up the pigeon corpses.]