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

[marmoron]

[Doesn't really sound like enough time to really get to know a country at all, but then again -- what would he know. Not like he's spent a lot of time doing traveling on his own planet.]

This the longest time you've been in one place?

[quickpersuader]

[That gets a small shake of the head.]

No. That time was when I was stuck by one country for the winter. It was too snowy to continue traveling, so I had to perform some work for them in exchange for shelter and food not far outside of the country's walls.

Other than that... I think the longest I stayed with one country voluntarily was for about a week, and only once.

[marmoron]

Why'd you stay in that country?

[quickpersuader]

It was a country that moved. The whole country was traveling together on these giant caterpillars.

[Isn't that a mental image.]

It just so happened that they were traveling in a convenient direction, so we rode with them for a little longer than normal. It let us bypass some areas we couldn't have traveled alone.

[Like, say,

Troublesome countries blocking passage so they could demand exorbitant fees to cross.]

[marmoron]

[... yeah, Keith's not gonna judge, but that is indeed a hell of a mental image. Instead:]

We? You travel with friends?

[quickpersuader]

My motorrad partner, Hermes. Umm... some people here call them motorcycles? A two-wheeled vehicle. He can't fly.

Also, he talks. It's just how motorrads are where I'm from.

[That should hopefully cover all bases, after all the questions Kino's received on the subject by now.]