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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THURSDAY

[cartesio]

 

NEWSPAPER - APRIL 26TH

[cartesio]

[Weather: The cold weather ends with a thin layer of ice on everything outside at night.

[The moment you take the newspaper, you realize it's much thicker than usual. Unfolding it will show most of it is dedicated to the visitors' interview.

'THE TOURISTS SPEAK. MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS'

[In middle there's a very large photo. None of the visitors look friendly at all -- even Sakura looks unusually hostile. Must have been the lighting of the motel lobby, no doubt.

The photo has a footnote: 'The tourists engage in shady activities']

As promised, this reporter decided to get to the bottom of the mystery that's tormented Cartesio during the last month. What are the tourists doing in Cartesio? What are their plans? Will we continue being plagued by their crimes and almost complete disregard for civility?

After talking to them, all we can say for certain is that they're not trustworthy.

[Welp. That's unfortunate. Here are several snippets of the very long article]

*(There's a photo of Dabi, smiling at the camera. Looks rather unsettling) The visitors with unusual skills refuse to show their abilities unless they involve causing damage to the town at large.

*The visitors repeatedly accused the person known as the Sergeant as the mastermind behind their actions, while at the same time were unable to provide any concrete proof. What was offered was not conclusive. Further efforts shall be done to find out more.

*The Sergeant's comment when contacted was categorical, he denied any involvement with the visitors, and claimed to feel hurt he's being used as the scapegoat in their quest for the destruction of this town.

*In the face of testimonies and evidence, the visitors resorted to flagrant attempts to do guilt trips and try to look as innocent as possible. This suggests an inability to refute any accusations, especially when backed by tangible proof and the testimony of several of our peers. Of special interest was Millium Orion, thirteen year old orphan with dubious motives, who attempted to ellicit sympathy. Her lead was followed by a few other visitors. Could Millium Orion be the mastermind behind this group?

*They claim to seek justice for the murders, but they did not specify the reason why they're murdering each other in the first place -- other than to blame the Sergeant once again. Is there any truth in these statements? You be the judge.

*When asked to return the sign taken from the cinema, they were unable to give it back, citing the Sergeant as the cause of this inability. When interviewed, the Sergeant denied having the sign, and this reporter didn't see it anywhere in the Lodge when he was allowed to examine the entire building.

[In all fairness, the entirety of the tourists' words was printed, without any omissions. Looks like Robert's intent was to leave it up to the townspeople to decide what to think. The problem is that without any proof, the tourists' words seem more like defamation and slander than a real argument in their defense.

Overall, this article does no favors to the tourists. If you try to find Robert, you won't be able to find him.

Also, the next morning, a recording device is sent to the motel. It's of better quality than expected]]

[doublelammy]

[Millium has to wonder if this guy just hates children.

Who pegs a thirteen year old orphan as the mastermind?!]

[unfashionably]

[ what even happened while he was sleeping ]

[marmoron]

[Keith did a literal spittake after reading this edition of the newspaper and is currently laughing his ass off in the lounge. Milum? Mastermind??? Stunning exposé, Robert. You nailed it.]

[quickpersuader]

[Motel - Morning]

[Kino's got some time to kill before they need to prepare for the talent show. So, the traveler can be found seated at one of the chairs in the lobby, slumped such to stare up at the ceiling. Upon noticing others around however, there's one of those faint smiles.]

Do you have a moment? I was just thinking... It might be nice to swap stories.

[Kino is getting bored.]

Re: NEWSPAPER - APRIL 26TH

[carbide]

[...]

We made a worse impression than I realized.

[amburere]

[  The gas station is a place Dabi frequents pretty often. Usually he's in and out with a bag of chips in hand, but today he seems to be doing some shopping. Actually it's probably more accurate to call it a shopping spree. Of coffee. He's got several cans of instant coffee balanced in his arms, but it doesn't look like he's stopping there. Can he carry one more...? 

Unsurprisingly, Dabi is hanging around town as the frost begins to set in. The paper didn't say anything about snow today, but he stops every so often to look up at the sky anyway. Eventually he stops at the park and takes a seat at the bench, completely oblivious to just how cold it is. There's nothing he seems interested in here, but hey maybe the junkyard and graveyard were too active for his taste. To keep himself occupied, he lazily trails his finger through the still forming frost, looking somewhat disappointed that it melts under his touch. ]

[icariot]

[Hi Dabi, did you summon company? Cause that's what's coming for you.

Hawks is going to make himself comfortable sitting on the back of the bench, his feet chilling out on the seat of the bench.]

Looking for a new haunt, since the graveyard is out?

Gas station

[marmoron]

[As someone who buys stuff in bulk himself, Keith's in no position whatsoever to judge -- and judge he does not. At least not right away.. There's also quite a large wolf like creature walking beside him.]

Need a hand?

please burn sting

[unfashionably]

[ If Dabi's looking for something to hold his attention he's in luck. Sting is at the park doing some foraging when he notices his friend toying with the frost. Ordinarily, he'd come over and that would be that, but... Dabi's disappointment stands out. To him, at least, and it's more than a little worrying.

Quietly, he comes over with a white daisy in hand. He gently brushes some of the lingering frost from its petals before leaning against the back of the bench and holding it out. Yes, Dabi, it's a present. The horror. ] Here.

gas station

[burgerprince]

[Just eyes up that horde of coffee.]

Planning a murder by caffeine overdose?

[burgerprince]

[Jughead wakes early, considering he had a relatively early night. He, as usual, he writes a little in his journal, and flicks through the newspaper as usual over breakfast at the diner.

He hadn't been in a mood when he woke, but he sure is in one now. Getting up in his seat, paper in hand, he looks around for anyone else in the diner and approaches them.]

Hey. Mind explaining this?

[Jughead is pissed.

Still, he can't spend the whole day mourning his chance to speak with the reporter. The rest of his day is spent preparing for the variety show this evening. He's mostly darting between stores for supplies, chasing up people for help, putting up fliers for the event.

A little around the early afternoon, Jughead's retiring for some alone time in the cinema before the relentless socialization of this evening. As he watches the screen with the arrow still left in it, it's hard to tell if he's deep in thought, or just utterly absorbed, but his popcorn is completely untouched and he barely notices anyone else in the room.]

diner

[protectandselfserve]

[...you know, he's been reading the paper, and...]

Seems like I missed a good time last night, huh?

diner

[integratedsoul]

[ Ah...... yes, the paper sure didn't turn out flattering despite best efforts. Cian looks embarrassed when being presented with it. ]

We tried our best, but he surprised us unannounced....

DISAPPEARANCE

[cartesio]

[By now it's not surprising something's happening on Thursday. What may be surprising is that it's someone directly fighting the Sergeant.

Anyone passing by near the Lodge will hear shouting, it doesn't sound like the Sergeant's voice. It sounds more like Eric. The doors burst open, a very strong gust of wind making Eric fly all the way to the street. He doesn't fall, instead he harnesses the momentum, managing to roll onto his back the moment he touches the ground, standing upright in a second. Gripping the cross in his hand, Eric glares at the Lodge, where the Sergeant walks out.

The Sergeant doesn't seem worried at all. He approaches slowly, apparently his eyes are on Eric all the time]

Stay back!

[Eric takes out a bottle of holy water, which he doesn't hesitate to sprinkle and pour onto the Sergeant. There's no effect. The water that falls on his face doesn't even splash, it's like it touches a void and disappears. Seeing it doesn't work, Eric steps back. He's not afraid, but he's unsure how to continue]

If you're done, then let's end this.

[Says the Sergeant, moving a hand upwards. He sounds rather disappointed he has to do this. Eric levitates a feet in the air, unable to reach the ground, being held there with telekinesis, he struggles to touch the asphalt and try to get away, but the Sergeant's holding him barely above it. The very tip of his feet brushes the asphalt, without getting a grip on it]

This truly is a waste, but...I cannot tolerate the attack. Rules are rules, orders are orders. Goodbye.

[The Sergeant simply twitches a hand, that's enough to make it happen: Eric freezes up, falling unconscious. There's not even a spark, it's like a puppet got its strings cut. Unlike the times people are knocke out by the shocks on the back of their necks, this is peaceful, almost kind, but the fact he's dead is undeniable. Not even bothering to look at anyone who may have witnessed this, the Sergeant walks back into the Lodge, Eric's corpse floating behind him, until they enter the Lodge and the doors close shut behind them.

Eric Lecarde is dead]

[marmoron]

around town
[Keith is being incredibly suspicious today if only because he's smiling as he's walkjing around town. Incredible. The people in town are still throwing dirty looks, still treating him like a leper, but none of that matters because he's out and about walking his dog. But by dog, I mean a large space wolf, Of course this kid has a fucking pet wolf. Of course. Why would he have a normal pet. Anyway, as they're walking around, you can hear Keith talking to the space wolf, pointing to various buildings and landmarks. The wolf is definitely listening.

Later on in the day, you can find Keith lying on the grass at the park using the wolf as a pillow.]

[quickpersuader]

[Kino had decided to stretch their legs and get a walk too, but that immediately gets derailed when Kino spots the wolf.]

...Your pet?

[Doggo!!!]

[burgerprince]

[Jughead just...pauses in the midst of his errands.]

Where did you get that? [and, more importantly:] Why is it neon?

Park

[integratedsoul]

[ Hey, it's Keith! Cian always likes talking to Keith! Somehow. Despite the fact that he's made her cry not once but twice. This is how their friendship works, maybe.

Cian's waving and approaching and - whoa that is a lot of fur there? Holy shit? Now she's just staring, in awe. ]

[clearities]

It's a wolf! [ SPARKLY EYES ]

[doublelammy]

[Millium is wandering around town idly herself, ignoring the dirty looks people are shooting and instead just staring off at nothing in particular.

Nothing in particular, until...]

Keet! Oh my gosh! You have a puppy?!

VARIETY SHOW!!! mingle/etc.

[burgerprince]

[By now, you’ve probably noticed the fliers that’ve gone up, as they’re all around town:]

THE MIDNIGHT VARIETY SHOW

-A showcase of talent from your favourite tourists, just for the residents of Cartesio-

Featuring an exclusive debut from the newest music sensation: The Catesians!

ONE NIGHT ONLY

CARTESIO PUBLIC PARK

DOORS 19:30
END 1:00

[Coming to the park at the specified hour, there’s a humble stage and backdrop put up by (our now dearly departed) Eric Lecard. There’s a schedule taped to one of the fold-out tables besides the rows of chairs that form the audience, and copies are handed to the performers by the organizer himself. There's food, there's drinks, there's amateur performance art.

Take a seat, chat, grab some snacks as the show goes on. Try to avoid inciting any conflict with the townspeople who’ve actually shown up.]

[robitussin]

[In the morning, before the show begins, something new is happening near the lodge. Luckily, compared to most things that happen in this town, it's decidedly more pleasant. There's a small shed, doors opened wide, with music coming out of it.

It's being played with both skill and passion, and anyone who comes to take a look will see Natalie there, focused as her fingers move over the keys. That may not be surprising for anyone who's studied the guestbook, but she certainly looks different than normal - to begin with, there's an honest, sincere smile on her face. Apart from that, she seems comfortable, at ease, more than she has since arriving here.

As focused as she is, she won't notice anyone approaching until she's done playing unless they make some sort of noise.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus looks a bit out of sorts in the morning. Gerard is still there, but he doesn't seem to have any other Pokemon or Pokeballs with him. Eventually, he can be found at the bakery in the afternoon, spreading caviar from a tin on a slice of bread. He eats quite delicately, trying not to spill too many crumbs. Gerard, also eating slices of caviar bread, seems less worried about that, and devours them quite thoroughly. If you're someone he's talked to on good terms before, he might offer up a bit of said caviar.]

Do you want some? I plan on using the empty tin in tonight's show, so I need to finish it anyways.