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

[marmoron]

Wasn't aware you needed a sociology degree to be a thorn in everyone's side.

[...yeah, Keith is about as baffled as Natalie on whatever "This Field" is. More seriously though:]

He said something similar to me when I asked where the other paladins were. He said I was the most suited for whatever he needed and... [His brow furrows a little.] I still don't know what that means.

[robitussin]

[She frowns.]

I feel like if we figured it out, a lot more would make sense. Still... I've been trying to look for a similarity between all of us, and I haven't been able to find one.

[carbide]

None of us like being kidnapped.

[Hahaha. Haha. Ha.]

[robitussin]

Wow. What a shocking and brilliant observation. Go, you.

[marmoron]

[Keith stays quiet for a long moment. He does have his own theories on why it had to be him over the other paladins, but giving voice to the thought just seems superfluous. Natalie, after all, has the right idea in thinking that they ought to be looking for commonalities between the group, rather than being tunnel visioned on the differences between himself and the others.]

Not a bad line of thought. Maybe we're all important in some way in our respective worlds.

[That, at least, would fit the bill for Keith, but it doesn't really explain much about why the other paladins were left out of this.]

[robitussin]

[There’s a beat, before she shakes her head.]

I hate to immediately shoot that down, but... Normal high schooler, remember? I kind of doubt it.

[marmoron]

I remember.

[A beat.]

But you don't know if that's going to stay true. Three years ago, I was just some angry kid that got booted from the Garrison.

[Implying he's not still, on some level, an angry kid. But what is self reflection.]

[robitussin]

...Was the Garrison a normal school, though? Because it doesn't sound like one.

[She files away the part about him getting kicked out, but now isn't the time to ask. Instead, she frowns.]

I really can't imagine things changing that much for me in just three years.

[marmoron]

Well... no. The Garrison is ... [Hecka complicated actually and Keith never got high enough in the rankings to really know the full scope of the bureaucracy of it all.] It's a branch of the military that handles aviation and space exploration.

[Think NASA + Pentagon or so.]

You never know. I didn't think I was going to end up where I am either.

[robitussin]

Yeah, but there's a difference between getting ready to go into the military or into space and turning out to do something world changing, and getting ready to study music and doing something like that.

[She gives a shrug, though.]

It'd take some real weird shit going down for that to happen. That's all I'm saying.

[marmoron]

[Maybe so, but Keith doesn't concede the point just yet.]

The Garrison had nothing to do with anything. I found a lion -- one really weird thing. That's what changed everything.

[robitussin]

Yes, but the fact that you had military training probably saved you from being mauled to death, right?

[Misunderstanding, go.]

[marmoron]

No, it's --

[...Ah shit. See this is why he never brought up Voltron. It just opens up this rabbit hole of needless questions and so much explaining that isn't actually pertinent to anything relating to their current predicament, gdit!!]

Not a lion as in the animal. I meant one of the Voltron lions.

[A beat.]

Point is, we could all be here because we're important in some way to our worlds whether we know that or not.

[robitussin]

[Another pause, and then:]

I think we're pretty much at an agree to disagree point, but like... People here are from way different points in time. If that was the case, why didn't he just take a version of me that's a few years older and saving the world or whatever?

[marmoron]

Who knows. Maybe this is all a way to get you to unlock some hidden potential or whatever. Maybe he just thinks that's funny.

[Who.. knows. He's just going to rub the back of his head though cuz he is a little bit at a loss here.]

[robitussin]

Then wouldn't he have taken you from three years ago, or whatever?

[A sigh.]

None of this makes any sense.