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

[relieable]

[thank you, Natalie. they're almost back at the motel by now, at least]

Wh-what about you? You're pretty thick-skinned, too, right?

[robitussin]

I don't care about, like, 95% of people, so it's pretty easy to be.

[Or so she says, at least.]

[relieable]

[ha! he really believes that]

Huh... Guess I’m special!

[robitussin]

[She tilts her head slightly, as if she hasn't caught on.]

How do you figure?

[relieable]

Because! I’m in the other five per cent! [smugface]

[robitussin]

[She laughs, but it's good natured rather than mocking.]

And who decided that, exactly?

[relieable]

I did! [he laughs too. they made it back to the motel safely, thank goodness] Thanks for keepin’ me company.

[robitussin]

...You don't have to thank me for that. Just try not to fall over before you get to your bed.

[relieable]

I should be good. [a drunk salute] Have a good night, Natalie. [aw, he remembered that she didn’t like her nickname... he’ll still probably call her that when she’s not around though]