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

[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.]

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[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? ]

...

[robitussin]

[That certainly does the trick!!

She stays put for a few moments, but as it starts to warm considerably, her eyelids start to move - and then she abruptly sits upright, looking around.]

What? What happened, what’s going... Oh.

[Give her a moment as she realizes what’s happening... And that there’s cream cheese covering a sizable part of her face.]

[amburere]

Nice look. Might catch on with the townsfolk. [ Smug as all hell, and more than a touch amused. ]

[robitussin]

Fuck you.

[She says, reaching for a napkin holder. There’s a grimace as she starts wiping it off her face.]

Why is it melted...? [A pause, before she glances his way.] You didn’t.

[amburere]

[ His only response to her insult is to smirk wider. ]

I did. Could of left you there and let you really marinate in it. Just speedin' up the process. 

[robitussin]

You are such an asshole.

[But it’s clear she’s not that angry, as she grabs another napkin.]

You could have also tapped me on the shoulder or something. Dick.

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[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. ]

[robitussin]

...Trying to, at least.

[It’s obvious from her frown how well that’s going. She turns towards the other woman.]

I don’t suppose you have any theories?

[integratedsoul]

I'm still stuck on it being something about societies, but that might just be my bias. When Kino-kun said the Sergeant had reacted to the idea of people being simply happy it did validate it though...

And like... There are three people from Dabi-san's world with three different roles in their society. From what he told me, their world is also one that is heavily in conflict about how it should be run.

So maybe the Sergeant just tried a very far spread of approaches to living in groups?

[robitussin]

[She pauses, thinking that over, before she glances towards Cian with renewed interest.]

...Maybe you're onto something. I mean, most of what he wants us to do is disrupt this community and do horrible things to each other. Maybe the people most likely to do that are people who can't reconcile their differences, and - that would start at a societal level, right? Like, how something that seems normal to one person here seems completely awful to another.

[integratedsoul]

[ ... oh. Cian looks surprised for a moment, then she nods with emphasis. ]

Definitely. Most everyone here would look awful to a member of my society and I can only imagine the same applies vice versa. You were horrified by my world when we first met after all.

By having us all meet, we really get to see extremes that might seem threatening and scary to us.

[robitussin]

And... More than that, it would affect how we all respond to all the offers he gives us to try to get us to kill, right?

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[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?]

[robitussin]

[It takes some nudging, but she’s a fairly light sleeper, so she pushes herself up after a few kicks and blinks blearily.]

What, what’s going...

[She says, as one half of the bagel (which is stuck to her face by the liberal helping of cream cheese) slowly begins to slide down her cheek. Gingerly, she reaches up to pull it off. With a grimace:]

...Yeah, that seems about right.

[marmoron]

[If Keith finds any of this funny, it's actually not showing on his face. He watches that bagel slow slide with a fairly deadpan expression and just sits down on the chair opposite her, plopping his food on the table.]

Late night last night?

[robitussin]

You could say that.

[She says, reaching for a napkin holder to start getting some of the cream cheese off her face.]

I wanted to talk to you, actually. You have a few minutes?

[marmoron]

[He'll slide her another napkin, eyebrow raised.]

Sure. What do you need to talk about?

[robitussin]

So! I’m going to try and make a long story short, because this is messed up and I’m kind of freaking out.

[Which is absolutely a reassuring way to start. Regardless:]

Sometime last week, someone mentioned to me that they thought the Sergeant might have certain people he was more interested in. That seemed really weird to me, so I went to ask him, and he said that was right. He wouldn’t give me a full list of people, but he said I could give him three names and he’d tell me whether or not they were on the list of people he was more interested in. So, I asked him about three really different people, to see if I could narrow it down based on the answers. Me, because I have no weird superpowers or really unusual life experiences; you, because you have really intense stuff going on in your life but no crazy superpowers; and someone who has both, but they’re not important for this part, so let’s ignore that for a second. Anyways, he answered yes to the weird interest he has for me and you, not the third person.

[She drums her nails on the table as she finishes rubbing the food off her cheek.]

You with me so far? Because it’s about to get worse.

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[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.

[robitussin]

What, what—

[She springs up, startled, when he nudges her. It's quick enough that the bagel goes directly from her face right onto her lap, cream cheese side down.

A long pause ensues, during which she tries to accept this is her life.]

Yes. Faking my own death, on Wednesday, with a bagel, in a highly populated area. [...] Hand me a napkin?

[burgerprince]

The perfect crime.

[He grab a napkin, and holds it out to her.]

Something keep you up all night, or did the bagel just look comfy?

[robitussin]

Definitely the bagel. The perfect pillow.

[She takes the napkin with a nod, trying to wipe the cream cheese off her jeans.]

Nah, just... Thinking about stuff, I guess. There’s a lot to think about here.

[burgerprince]

Sure is.

[He slides into a vacant seat as she makes an attempt to clean up.]

What’s your chosen topic today?

[robitussin]

Just circling back around to why all of us are here, I guess. Like, not why people are here, why it's us specifically.

[She sighs, flipping the notebook closed.]