Week 4: April 22nd - April 26th

[cartesio]

Fourth Week

A second murder shook the town of Cartesio. Clarisse's ambush plan ended with Katsuki Bakugou's death. Now what?

Nothing to be done other than continuing their life and watch what happens. After two weeks, after the deaths they have seen, it's hard to think there's a way out. The only option is to wait for the right chance to turn the tables and see a weak point in the Sergeant's plans -- and hopefully not see any murders.

The townspeople's attitude towards the tourists soured even more. The destruction of the church was much worse than anything they had seen so far, and they ran out of patience. People who in the past were nice and wanted nothing more than to make the tourists happy now aren't afraid of saying to their faces what's what. Random pedestrians shout at the visitors, telling them to stop being criminals. Although there are a few who have more patience than the rest, general opinion is clear:

The tourists are nuisances, to say the least.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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WEDNESDAY

[cartesio]

 

NEWSPAPER - APRIL 25TH

[cartesio]

[Weather: Low temperatures, enough for breath to be visible. No signs of snow, ice or hail.

As usual, the visitors are the talk of the town -- for varied reasons.

We have been informed one 'Jughead' is planning to host a talent show on the park, and is recruiting several of the other visitors to join him. The attitude is optimistic and, from what we heard, it doesn't seem there's any ill intentions in this event.

On the other hand, we also have been informed on the morning our hardworking police force found blood and slash marks in some of the rooms of the motel they're residing at. The owner of this blood remains unidentified, given the lack of DNA samples from the visitors.

Why do we have these opposite occurrences? What are the visitors' true intentions? This reporter doesn't understand, but he promises to get to the bottom of this mystery]

not here

[marmoron]

[You wanna know the intentions of the tourists so badly?

THEN COME OUT AND INTERVIEW THEM, YOU SLIPPERY COWARD.]

[streetwolf]

[Oh good egg tomb didn't get noticed. He's so glad.]

[robitussin]

[In the morning, Natalie can be found in the motel. Rather than wandering around the town as she usually does, she spends a fair portion of time near the guestbook. For whatever reason, she’s reading over a few of the profiles again, frowning in thought as she does. Should anyone come near, she flips it closed, glancing their way.]

What’s up?

[Later on in the day, she can be found in the bakery. She’s sitting at a table with an ornate notebook and a pen. There’s bagel on the table, cut in half and smeared with cream cheese... Which is unfortunate, because it seems as though she’s fallen asleep and faceplanted right into the aforementioned cream cheese. Hm.]

bakery

[amburere]

[ Much like the diner, Dabi has no intention of really grabbing food from the Bakery. Still, checking it out is useful even if he doesn't expect to find anything, and by now he figures the initial rush has died down. Running into Natalie is complete coincidence—it's not like he's been avoiding or seeking her out—especially in a position like this.

For several minutes he takes a spot on the wall closest to her, arms crossed, waiting to see if she'll wake up. After that doesn't seem to be likely, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He holds a hand out, calling forth a few wisps of blue fire. Sleeping in cream cheese may be tolerable, but what about sleeping in rapidly melting cream cheese? ]

...

Guestbook

[integratedsoul]

Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if you'd picked up on something about our information. You were looking so intently...

[ Cian is still wondering about the 'common thread' among them all herself. ]

bakery

[marmoron]

[Keith doesn't have a sweet tooth exactly, but there's only so many times you can eat at the diner without eventually getting sick of it. He's dressed casually again, hoodie pulled up over his head to try and cut down on the amount of dirty looks he keeps getting from Cartesio's civilians, as he makes his way over to a table with a hot drink and cheese danish in hand.

Or he was. Then he spots Natalie who's apparently decided to take a catnap in public and.... yeah. It's not like he's concerned about you or whatever. He heads over to her table, and just....gives one of the table legs a gentle kick. Wakey wakey?]

bakery

[burgerprince]

[Jughead can appreciate a fine range of cuisine, which is what brings him here whilst Natalie's in such an unfortunate situation. He briefly glances at the notebook, and, choosing to prioritize her privacy over his curiosity, nudges her awake.]

Pretty sure faking your own death doesn't work round here.

[marmoron]

hardware store - morning
[Keith's on a bit of a warpath today. He's heading towards the hardware store to make a purchase. A couple of purchases, actually. Find him in the paint aisle loading all the available cans of red and black paint into a shopping cart. He probably doesn't need all of them, but who ever said that Keith wasn't generous in spirit and interested in giving back to the community that can't stand their guts right now....]

motel - early evening
[By the time evening sets in, there will be a can of red or black paint left outside everyone's doors with a paintbrush and a handwritten note on top of it that reads: For the Poltergeists ONLY. DO NOT MOVE.

Hm.

In the meantime, Keith's in his room with the door open. Room's still looking hella clustered with the boxes, but it's improved since he moved about half the boxes over to Clarisse's room. You can actually see that there's a window now. Keith's looking directly at the blood on his walls (why the hell has he not cleaned this off yet...) and has a sword in one hand, and a bucket of paint in the other.]

Hey, asshole. It's me, Keith. You wanna talk? Then talk instead of getting me in trouble with the cops! Quit messing around with the jukebox and playing weird songs about moms. Knock it off with the blood and use the paint I left to write shit out,

[.....]

Any time now.

motel

[doublelammy]

[Millium was on her way to go get some food, but

okay what the fresh hell is this.]

...Keet? What the heck are you doing?

[...Did she just decide his name is Keet now? Great. Perfect.]

motel

[burgerprince]

[That's...a sight.]

You finally snapped. Congrats.

motel

[protectandselfserve]

[...

how easy is keith to sneak up on, by the way

not that Gant is sneaky given that he's neon orange and pink but you know maybe.]

EVENT

[cartesio]

[In the last two weeks, something unusual happened at 10:00 PM, taking you to other parts of the town without you being aware of it.

The clock on the motel lobby wall says it's 9:53 PM. The time is fast approaching. Are you ready? Are you prepared for what may happen?]

[doublelammy]

[Firmly armed with Lammy and floppy eared kitty hat so she can tie it around the lower half of her face.

Let's do this, Sarge.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus is waiting quietly. Gerard is by his side, the two of them together in his room. He hopes holding on the Archeops means they'll be brought to wherever they're going together.]

[clearities]

[ Sakura's not ready, but she's here for this... with a broom....? ]

[quickpersuader]

[Finally making use of those military fatigues and gas mask this time. And fully armed as usual, of course.]

[relieable]

[no, we’re not prepared... how can you prepare for something if you don’t know what is coming? the tension feels so thick, and Osomatsu is on high alert]

[prayerwheel]

[ She's here and probably dressed too fancy for this but she's here. And probably with a bow and some arrows--she's not even half as good as Clarisse, but it's better than nothing. ]

...again? Where are we now...?

[goturshit]

[ just tucks a fuckening knife into a leg hoster, it's fine, ]

[robitussin]

[she took a nap on a bagel hours ago what do you thinj]

[marmoron]

[And we're here in full paladin armor, boys. Got his Marmora dagger in hand at the ready, a gun holstered -- how can this possibly go wrong.]

[cartesio]

[9:57 PM. Three minutes!

But the time doesn't reach 10:00 PM before something happens. Suddenly, someone knocks on the motel entrance door -- knocking rather insistently, in fact.

Hm?]

EVENT END

[cartesio]

[ Robert checks his watch, after taking a few more notes, and looks startled. ]

Is that how long I've spent here? Oh dear. [ He stands, brushing himself off and looking around at the group. ] Well... This has certainly been enlightening. Thank you all for speaking with me, considering how it's been, uh...long overdue.

[ And...well, with that, he'll bow his head a little and hurry his way out. At least the rest of you can keep the pizza? ]