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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[nocks another arrow on her bow just in case and strides RIGHT ON IN]
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Got the other cameras too?
[Keith's moving in, armor flash light on. What's the inside of the refinery looking like?]
Did that note say where to spray paint?
[Anyone??]
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[CHRIST SARGE WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS....]
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In any case. Along with the pipes, Keith will notice a few things are kind of strange in here.
Most notably, there are catwalks above them but they all seem to lead to nowhere? Like someone neatly cut them, rotated them, and just set them back. They just stay there, perfectly undisturbed, even though they probably shouldn't work like that. ]
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[He's just going to shine the light up overhead for everyone to see these Escher catwalks.
There anyway to climb up to them to see what up/take a closer look?]
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But even though she's still real iffy on what, exactly, a camera is, she's got her eye out for any other hints of light or just, other things she can shoot with arrows in general as they go...]
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There are a lot of pipes. A lot to move around, after all. And a lot of blank wall. A lot of canvas to work on, in other words. ]
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[He's gonna stick close, since he doesn't have anything to light his own way.]
...looks like we have a lot to work with.
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[She's doomed herself, really.]
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[there's nothing to shoot here :(]
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Kino will just begin to write:
As you ordered, Sergeant]
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[ if she can figure out how to work a can of spray paint ]
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Listen. Nobody ever said she was artistic.]
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Anyways, in she goes!]