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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However... There's some wenches and a display that matches the layout of the catwalks, right in front of it. Maybe you can do something with this? ]
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He's going to head to the display to see what to do here to try and presumably move the catwalks so that he can get up the stairs and then walk across to the other side.
Tapping the display. Tapping a wench. Let's see how you're supposed to move this stuff around.]
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And at the end of the catwalks, a large machine.
Looks like the implication is clear.
One of the wrenches has a note:
Get it done, leave the building, and I'll take you back]
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Time to head that way and take a closer look at the machine!]
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Seems to be a rather important part of the interior of the refinery. No wonder you're being told to do this]
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[ like "will explode if not careful" ]
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...
What? Are you expecting Olympia to vocalize that thought or something? Don't be silly.]
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This kinda stuff, it's dangerous, isn't it? Like... explodey-fiery-dangerous?
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But fuck it, he's not leaving Cosmo with the Sergeant. And he's also not going to waste time moralizing with people over this, so...
He'll just jam a wrench between two gears.
This'll definitely buy them enough time to get out and might be easy to fix if someone gets here quick. Right?]
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In this universe, the wrench is jammed pretty well between the cogs. The machine sputters to a stop, the crude stops flowing in and out. Slowly, the lights everywhere dim a little. The sound of machinery all throughout the building stops.
Way to go, Keith]
Oh, come on!
[And from across the catwalks, there's a rather frustrated man, with several astonished workers behind him, as well as Sakura and Gant. The man steps forward, lifts a hand to his face...
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Please tell me that won't take ages to fix!
[...a face only three tourists will recognize.
Say hello to Rean Schwarzer, Refinery Foreman]
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This? You mean... messing with the machine?
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I was hoping that wasn't what it meant. [SHOULD THEY REALLY MESS WITH THE MACHINE? maybe he'll stay in the back, too]
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