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

[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.]

[marmoron]

[Milium's getting a look right back like she's the weirdo here.]

....Keet?

[doublelammy]

You have a nickname now. Congrats.

Why are you talking to blood with a sword?

[marmoron]

I don't want a nickname. There's nothing wrong with my name, ok?

[Come on, Milium!]

I'm not talking to the blood, I'm talking to the poltergeist.

[More like yelling a little. Semantics.]

[doublelammy]

Keet is cuter.

[No sell.]

Okay, but like... nothing is happening. ...Have you considered that sitting there with a sword lookin' angry doesn't really make you look too... I dunno. Talk-able?

[marmoron]

[He's not going to comment. Like he genuinely thinks if he doesn't talk about it, she'll stop it. Good luck with that plan, Keet.]

It left blood and gouge marks on my wall. I'm pretty sure it can handle me holding a sword.

[doublelammy]

I dunno, I'd be more worried about that if I were you. What if they grabbed the sword from you and rammed it through you?

[There is a reason her feet are planted firmly outside his door. She is not setting one toe into that haunted-ass room, no thanks.]

[marmoron]

If it was going to attack me, it would just grab any other weapon I have in here.

[Not like the poltergeist is short on options....]

Besides if they tried to grab the sword from me, it'd just turn back into a dagger. I'm the only one here that can unlock this blade's sword form.

[A beat.]

You gonna come or not?

motel

[burgerprince]

[That's...a sight.]

You finally snapped. Congrats.

[marmoron]

[Paint bucket's getting set down on the floor, but that sword is staying right where it is. Keith turns to look at Jughead.]

Do you know how to talk to ghosts?

[burgerprince]

Yeah.

[Completely flat.]

Get a low quality camera, go around yelling vague questions, freak out when you hear the slightest noise.

[Basically, he's an expert.]

[marmoron]

Sounds more like you'd be making a fool out of yourself.

[AS OPPOSED TO THIS INCREDIBLY DIGNIFIED APPROACH.]

[burgerprince]

And that's not what you're doing.

[Very convinced.]

[marmoron]

It's not. I'm having a normal conversation.

[burgerprince]

A perfectly normal conversation. With ghosts and a sword.

[marmoron]

Yeah? Sometimes people need a little encouragement to start talking.

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.]

[marmoron]

[Bad move, Gant. Keith's not the leader of the paladins for nothing.

On the bright side, the fact that Gant is, indeed, orange and pink is probably the reason why he isn't getting a sword pointed in his face.

Keith turns quickly.]

Damon.

[protectandselfserve]

Drat.

[...it's loud enough that it was kind of obvious.]

So, trying to reach the other side, are you?

[marmoron]

I think the other side is trying to reach me.

[Just. Look at his freaking wall. It's awful.]

I'm just letting them know there's paint for them to use next time.

[Keith that is absolutely the most selective version of events you could have come up with.]

[protectandselfserve]

...

Yes, paint would probably be preferable, even if it's still going to rack up some bills.

[marmoron]

The poltergeist seems to like vandalism. It seemed like a reasonable compromise.

[Said in a fairly deadpan tone of voice.]

It's all coming out of the Sergeant's pockets anyway.

[protectandselfserve]

True, true. And I'd like to bankrupt him, if we can, so... we might as well!

[marmoron]

[Keith's been laughed at by Gant before, so even if he's intrigued by this particular plan of attacking Sarge by putting dents in his wallet, there's still a bit of skepticism -- like he's waiting for some kind of punchline to be made.]

You think that's possible?