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.

Links

IC Rules
Guestbook
Room Assignments
Events
Locations
NPCs
Activity Check

Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday

[Welcome to the fourth week! If you want to contact the Sergeant, please post here!. Also please remember to submit your activity check!]

Comments

NPC

[cartesio]

[ With each passing week, the police grow more suspicious of the tourists. That's why, when Keith enters the station, most of the officers pay very close attention to him. Nanette frowns but doesn't show a change in attitude besides that. ]

Bright and early today, are we? I don't mind, but what's the cause for concern?

[marmoron]

[Keith's ignoring the scrutiny, focusing only on Nanette.]

You wanted to know what was causing all the trouble in town, right? This is why. You need to see this meeting he's holding.

[cartesio]

[ With a nod, she stands. Down to business, it seems. She straps a walkie-talkie to her belt, when one of the other officers catches her eye in alarm. ]

If you have some kind of proof of a ringer-leader, then lead the way.

[marmoron]

[So far so good. Keith isn't optimistic by any stretch of the imagination, but that doesn't mean this isn't worth a shot.]

Right. The meeting's at the Lodge. Let's get moving. Bring back up if you feel its necessary.

[He'll start leading the way out of the station. Really, what's the worst that can happen? That she'll continue to not believe him? No rea loss there.]

[cartesio]

[ One other officer follows at her signal, a nervous-looking young man. ]

This better be worth my time. After what happened to the chapel...

[marmoron]

[There's a frown at that. Christ on a stick, Bakugou, why does Keith have to take sass about the mess you created. The retort comes out of his mouth before he can think otherwise.]

The guy who wrecked the chapel was murdered and we're trying to fix the damage he caused while defending himself. What else do you want from us?

[There's a pause in his steps, then he turns back to look at Nanette and her nervous associate.]

We're all tired of it and we need to rally around a common enemy. Let's keep going.

[cartesio]

What I want is for all of you to stop committing crimes. ...But I'm willing to give you this chance. I'm probably the only one left in the station.

[ Despite the disagreements they've had, she seems to be telling the truth. The other officer is looking away, at least. ]

...So alright. Show me, whatever this is.

[ So lead on, Keith. She'll still follow...until they reach the lodge. ]

[marmoron]

[Yeah, that's just the thing, innit. Despite their disagreements and previous altercations, Keith does realize Nanette's a decent person trying to do her best. It's just -- frustrating.]

.... Well, thanks for that, I guess.

[It's a little rough, but it's not insincere. He'll indeed continue leading the way. Lodge is riiight ahead.]

Here. This is where the Sergeant forces us to have a meeting every week.

[cartesio]

...okay, if you say so. I find hard to believe he'd choose to associate with you guys when he hasn't even bothered to talk to us--

[Nanette was willing to go inside with you, Keith. She really was. They even got to the sight of the Lodge, all they had to do was go up to the entrance and you'd have been okay.

And then her walkie-talkie sounded. So did the other officer's. Nanette and the officer look at each other, surprised, and the officer answers the call. Whatever he hears surprises him, he taps Nanette's shoulder and tells her to receive the call too.

When she does, she listens and narrows her eyes at Keith. She looks very unhappy with you, Keith]

Alright, we'll be there.

[She puts the walkie-talkie away, and faces Keith]

I see what you're doing. It's gutsy of you to lure two officers away, but that's a bad move.

[marmoron]

[At first, Keith genuinely thinks nothing about the walkie-talkie going off. Normal cop shit, probably. That is... until the atmosphere does a 180 and there's whatever the hell this is to deal with. On the one hand, it's the least surprising thing in the world that something is going awry, but on the other hand that doesn't make it any less confusing.]

Huh?

[That's pure confusion, not defensiveness. He'll start sounding defensive... probably as soon as he knows what the heck he's being accused of doing.]

I didn't -- what are you talking about? Lure you out to do what?

[cartesio]

We have received a report of disturbances at that motel you live at. Blood in a room. Your room, if I'm not mistaken. Other agents went and found more in others.

We're done here.

[She's convinced Keith was trying to distract them to hide whatever happened over there. Giving Keith a last cold look of disbelief, Nanette gets into a patrolcar, going in direction of the motel.

This could have gone better, Keith]

[marmoron]

[That.... It takes Keith a moment for any of this to register properly because of how patently ridiculous it is.]

I -- [...Lured the cops here because there's blood smeared on the walls of his room -- WHICH BY THE WAY DID NOT FREAK HIM OUT IN THE SLIGHTEST -- and then??????] -- why would I do that?

[He stares at Nanette's cold expression, still in utter disbelief over this shit, but as she starts getting in the patrol car to leave, Keith's hands tighten into fists. For fuck's sake, Nanette, WHAT DID HE TELL YOU ABOUT YOU GETTING DISTRACTED AND MISSING THE BIG PICTURE!!]

Wait, you can't leave?! The Sergeant's going to say some fucked up bullshit again and you need to--

[Except nope, she's deeeeefinitely leaving. And there's an acrid taste in his mouth as the questions start piling up. Who the hell filed that report about his room? And who the fuck do the cops think they are to think they can just barge into his room (again!!!!) without his goddamn permission? Aw hell, no- no, no, no -- fuck the Sarge and his nonsense, the cops are not touching his stuff while he's not there.]

HEY!

[And that is definitely Keith running back to the motel, pissed as all hell. THANKS FOR RUINING HIS PLANS, UNKNOWN POLTERGEIST ASSHOLE????]