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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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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[YEAH, SHE SURE AS FUCK KNOWS THIS FACE. WHAT THE FUCK??? WHAT THE FUCK,]
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[Oh look, she's gone all blank-expression-y again.]
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[Rean's eyes light up with recognition. Despite the situation, he actually laughs]
Of course you'd be here! Nice job with the sharks, by the way.
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Wait, no, this isn't the time for this! You're all breaking our machines!
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What are you still doing here?! Weren't you supposed to go home?!
A-and what do you mean "our" machines?!
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[Here as in the town]
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[Kino's still got the gun pointed at the ground, finger over, but not on the trigger.]
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So we can check out any time we like after accomplishing something slightly heinous, but we can never actually leave?
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But we're missing the lovely place and the lovely face...
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SHE DOESN'T SHOOT. BUT. LIKE. SHE'S READY]
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[He doesn't sound particularly worried, just...a bit tired. Because chill out, guys]
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[in a tone like she's decided that having an arrow pointed at him for the duration of this interaction is non-negotiable]
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Can you please step over there?
[There as in the way out, behind them, because he doesn't want a confrontation right here, with all these innocent people nearby. He even turns his head to the workers]
They're leaving, guys. Lambert, Jones, start checking the machine.
[Two of the workers nods and rush towards the machine, examining the insides. It seems Rean has a lot of respect from all these workers]
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[stepping back and to the side]
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[Following!]
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That can change pretty quickly, however.]
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He doesn't shoot, he's not thaaaat trigger happy, But he doesn't look away or lower that gun either.]
One wrench is stuck between two gears. Don't waste the time chasing after us and it might be something you can fix quickly.
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[Rean seems genuinely relieved. Two of the workers get working on it]