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

[clearities]

Yeah... I think I understand that. Friends are really important.

[marmoron]

[There's a pause, a tiny frown.]

Mm. I didn't think so for a long time.

[clearities]

That sounds... like you were really lonely for a long time. But it's different now, isn't it?

[marmoron]

Honestly? I didn't think I was for a long time. After I started losing people -- that's when it started being lonely.

[Brow furrowing further, he sighs.]

That part isn't different at all.

[clearities]

I see... losing people does hurt a lot. [ She does understand that much, at least, as she finds herself frowning, just a bit. ] But does that mean you're lonely now, too? Because your friends aren't here?

[marmoron]

[...Ah. It's ot surprising that the conversation took this turn, but it's also not something he's really allowed himself fo dwell on. There's a pause, his eyes fixed on the next patch of dirt he has to dig up to help plant the next batch of hydrangeas.]

It's hard to be lonely when you're keeping yourself busy.

[clearities]

[ Well. She doesn't know what she can say about that in particular; in fact, it actually makes her grow silent, as if unable to come up with the proper words. In fact, she opens and closes her mouth without saying anything. Eventually she does say something, her tone a little melancholic, curling herself a little closer to her chest. ] That's kind of sad...

[marmoron]

[Great, now he's depressing the children. Keith looks up again.]

I don't think it is. It's better than sitting around feeling sorry for yourself.