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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Comments

[relieable]

I could, I could... Unless. [a grin] You wanna share?

[robitussin]

...If you need me to, I guess I don't mind or whatever.

[natalie that's not how you respond to someone offering you something nice]

[relieable]

[he laughs! if he needs her to, huh?]

Great! [he turns to the clerk and orders one small cake, using his debit card to pay for it. he also gets two glasses of water, some forks, and then takes the whole tray over to a table and sets it down. then he beams at Natalie]

This place is really nice.

[robitussin]

[She takes a seat once he's set the tray down, glancing around at the place.]

Yeah, I guess it's alright.

[relieable]

[he attempts to cut the cake in half!]

I guess... it could be worse. [...] Not that I’m saying this whole place isn’t bad, ‘cause we are being forced to stay here. [and kill] But, you know what I mean!

[robitussin]

Yeah, I think so. Like, all the buildings could be as horrible as the whole situation, but they aren't.

[She watches as he cuts, absentminded.]

[relieable]

[there we go! all cut. he slides a half onto one of the little plates, then pushes it and a fork towards her]

Yeah, it’s weird. The more places that open up, the nicer the town gets. It makes me wonder why Sarge picked this town.

[robitussin]

[She takes a bite as she thinks that over.]

Honestly, who knows half of the reasons he does stuff?

[relieable]

[that’s fair. he shrugs and sinks his fork into his cake. only good things now]

You find a piano yet?

[robitussin]

[She shakes her head.]

Nah, not yet. There was the organ, but...

[relieable]

[oh, right. Osomatsu sighs, taking a bite of the cake. whoa! it’s kind of delightful, and not as rich as he expected]

Yeah... The whole church thing... Really rubs me the wrong way. I’m not even religious, but destroying it seems like a bad idea.

[robitussin]

[She nods, but...]

I mean, he was trying to not get killed. I can’t really blame him for not paying attention to what he was hitting along the way.

[relieable]

[ohh... yeah. he has to remember that a fight took place there]

Guess you’re right.

[robitussin]

[After another moment:]

We can talk about something happier, if you want.

[relieable]

I was trying to, at least. [an awkward smile] Why don’t you pick a topic this time?

[robitussin]

[She takes a moment to think about it, taking another bite.]

What are you looking forward to most, when you get home?

[relieable]

[ah! that’s a good question! he considers his mother’s cooking, or beautiful Totoko-chan. but what he says instead is]

My brothers. I can’t wait to see all their cute faces when they cry and ask me where I’ve been for so long. [he’s half-joking. they probably won’t cry, but they’d be concerned, in their own ways]

[robitussin]

[There's a near smile at that answer, as she sets the fork down for a minute.]

Yeah. They'll probably be relieved you're okay, and all.

[relieable]

[he’s smiling, too, but it’s a sad smile. it’s like he’s thinking he won’t make it back home at this rate. there’s still a while before they can go home, and with two or more people dying each week, the odds don’t look so good for him.

but he lifts his eyes to Natalie and does his best to grin]

What about you?

[robitussin]

[She has to pause for a moment to come up with an answer of her own.]

College, I guess. Like I told you before.

[relieable]

[ah, yes. he remembers that she’s looking forward to college]

You gonna study music?

[robitussin]

[She nods.]

Yeah. That's the plan, at least, no matter where I get in.

[relieable]

[a nod back to her before takes up another forkful of cake]

Good. I’m glad you have that to look forward to. It’s something special... Music, I mean.