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

Comments

[marmoron]

[Note to self: if he ever gets it in his head to start another one of these meetings, never invite Clarisse.

She's getting an eyeroll, but nothing else.]

[streetwolf]

[She's not the only one getting the giggles about it.]

You got a way with words. You know that?

[marmoron]

[Man, wHY. He's just gonna grump a little.]

I'm not real good with speeches, alright?

[streetwolf]

Hey, cheer up. You're better than the old bastard.

[Wayne, that's not really a complement.]

[marmoron]

[Rrrrgh. Not like he wants to be or needs to be good at this diplomacy shit, ok??]

..which old bastard?

[streetwolf]

One who brought us here. He's not given a name and I'm not calling him that stupid title like he's actually important.

[marmoron]

Don't compare me to him, Wayne.

[Huff.]

Even calling him an old bastard might be too respectful. Pick something more degrading.

[Just don't ask him what. He's not good with nicknames either.]

[streetwolf]

[He stops and taps his foot on the ground for a moment.]

Shitty bastard? ...I don't know calling him old seemed to annoy him before.

[marmoron]

It did? Guess I gotta try that next time.

[Wayne what are you teaching Keith here...]

[streetwolf]

[How to be a dick 101]

Nah, we all got a call him the same thing with different words. That way he doesn't get used to it.

[marmoron]

[Okay, that's getting a laugh.]

You've got this all planned out, huh.

[streetwolf]

[It gets a chuckle. Not the normal, mocking bark he'd normally let out.]

Damn right. It's more than he deserves, but we can't exactly ignore him.

[marmoron]

We should be ignoring him. He hates being ignored.

[Just look at that shitfit the guy threw their first meeting just cuz there'd been no murders that first week.]

[streetwolf]

...







...Do you think we could make it so no one turns up to his little meeting?

[marmoron]

.....

[That's so... simple???]

Worth a shot.

[streetwolf]

[He just smirks.]

Can't have everyone in the same place, or he'll just turn up and do his thing there. But we could split into groups.

[snideper]

[SNICKER SNICKER IN THE SHITHEAD CORNER]