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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[Welcome to the third week! If you want to contact the Sergeant, please post here!. Also please remember to submit your activity check!]

Comments

[snideper]

[Shooting practice is usually first priority in the morning but today—today, curiosity wins out. She darts in and out of the ice cream shop, emerging with a scoop of vanilla ice cream set in a cup and covered with sprinkles.

Yes, the sprinkles are rainbow. Shut the fuck up.

Desperate to avoid the inevitable crowds, she storms down the street away from the store, and stops dead partway down the street once a spoonful of ice cream finally ends up in her mouth. She makes a surprised humming sound, takes the spoon out of her mouth, stares down at the ice cream—eyes wide, the closest to soft her expression ever gets—and takes another bite.

They haven't invented ice cream yet in the year negative two thousand, all right, let her live.

Later, just before the sun begins setting, she resumes behaving poorly at the chapel. She looks annoyed as she walks across the back bench of a pew, one foot in front of the other, arms out to keep her balance, right fist clenched around...something small and a little shiny but it can't be discerned from a distance—but something in her expression has glazed over, so she stares out towards nothing at all.

She always has a good sense of what's happening around her, and only does this because she thinks she's alone, but if you time your entrance right, you might catch the moment she whirls around, stomping one foot down on the pew seat, and hurls the thing in her hand against a wall.

Of all things, it's a hair pin. On impact, the arrow and the circle split from each other and clatter to the ground. Clarisse makes a harsh noise, though, only more annoyed as she goes to retrieve them and put them back together.]

Stupid, durable... Damn it!

[calm down it's a hair pin]

ice cream shop

[yonosoymaria]

[John would have, and it's John who he stands to lose if what the sergeant said is true - it still feels awkward walking around in his hunting clothes in a town like this, unarmed, but the point he keeps turning over in his head is that John would long ago have gone to get ice cream. That Eric's planning on having it for breakfast is not important and would probably have made his best friend laugh anyway...

He very nearly laughs himself at the sight of Clarisse looking briefly so much less like a professional killer than normal. Nearly, though. He does hold it back, and instead calls over from a few feet away -]

So I take it the ice cream is as good as anyone could hope, then?

[snideper]

[mgs alert noise as she realizes she's been spotted]

It's—! [Harrumphs!! No one can ever know she might actually ever like a thing.] It's different.