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

tavern

[unfashionably]

[ Honestly, he's kind of going through the motions right now. Walking around, watching people, looking over the town, so when he comes into the tavern at first he wants to just sit in silence and think. But he spots someone familiar, spots the look in their eyes, and he heads over. ]

You keep drinking like that and you'll have a hell of a headache tomorrow.

[relieable]

[heeeey it's his good buddy, the Dragon Slayer! Osomatsu perks up upon seeing him. what a nice guy, worrying about this alcoholic like him]

Hehe! You're probably right! [he slurs, not looking the least bit bothered by the lecture] Though, it doesn't really matter. If I get a headache, I can just sleep it off.

[unfashionably]

That really what you wanna do? [ No judgment, it's an honest question. ]

[relieable]

[hmmm. Osomatsu scratches his chest, becoming somber for a second]

...Just seems like it'd be easier, sleeping off the day. It's not like there's that much t'do around here.

[also he's homesick. he wants this pain to stop!!]

[unfashionably]

Maybe you're right. [ About the sleeping part, at least. There's a short pause before he takes a seat next to Osomatsu and gently runs his hand over the counter. There's no special reason for it, he's just thinking. ]

To be honest, I'm not really in a position where I can talk you out of it. If you wanna drink until you pass out to try and skip tomorrow, the best I can do is carry you back after.

[relieable]

[Sting's a good boy! Osomatsu laughs lightly and drinks some more]

I should be okay t'walk, really. [hic] This'll be m-my last one! Probably! But if you really wanna carry me back, I'm not gonna tell y-you not to.

[he probably shouldn't sleep the day away. there are so many people to get to know before... well, whatever happens, happens]

[unfashionably]

If you're gonna stumble around or fall, yeah. It might be better.

[ But one drink shouldn't make it necessary so, eh, he'll just watch and wait for now. See what happens. ]

[relieable]

[hehe! he's going to be carried back to the motel! awesome!

he pushes his drink to the side for a moment, though, wanting to talk]

You doin' okay?

[unfashionably]

Well... [ Not really. He lifts a hand off the counter dismissively, then leans on it with his arms crossed. ] No worse than anyone else, I guess. You?

[relieable]

Could be better... This isn't a very fun vacation, yanno? [what with people dying, and all]

[unfashionably]

Bet that's exactly what the Sergeant wants. If it supposed to be fun and games, he wouldn't be pushing these incentives at us.

[relieable]

[yeah, honestly. it's more like torture, being stuck in a little town, forced to kill each other.

geez, this talk is ruining his buzz]

He's a jerk.

[unfashionably]

Yeah. [ He agrees, anyone here likely would, but his voice is distant and a little guarded. He's thinking of something else while responding. When he catches himself, he leans back in his chair. ] How's that taste anyway?

[ The beer, of course. ]

[relieable]

[oh. a change of subject! fantastic! Osomatsu leans back, sliding the mug over to Sting]

Kind of bitter, but it's real cold and refreshing.