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

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.