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

[doublelammy]

[Millium hears that sound, and like the curious little thing she is, goes to investigate.

Her eyes widen as she sees who's inside and playing, hanging in the door with her hand against the frame for a moment before wandering in and taking a seat on the floor nearby. She wraps her arms around her legs, closing her eyes and moving back and forth a little as she listens, a little smile on her face.

She won't interrupt. She knows better than to get between a musician and their love. But she will enjoy this.]

[robitussin]

[As the music concludes, Natalie waits for a few moments as the sound lingers, fingers laying atop the keys rather than pressing down. She exhales a breath it feels like she's been holding in for weeks... And that's when she notices Millium there.

She blinks, moving her hands away from the keys as the smile is replaced by surprise.]

Hey. Didn't see you there.

[doublelammy]

Hehe. Sorry. Didn't wanna interrupt you.

[Millium smiles up at her.]

Learned well enough back in school not to get between the musician n' their music. [Small, soft Elliot is surprisingly capable of death glares, as it turns out.] And also, I just wanted to listen.

You're really good.

[robitussin]

Nah, don’t apologize. I’m glad you didn’t.

[In a way, she needed this more than she realized - the one thing that’s always made sense to her. There’s a softer quality to her voice than normal.]

Well, I’ve had a while to practice. But, um, thanks.

[doublelammy]

Your whole life, I'm guessing? 'Cause yeah. From what little I had to learn... that's definitely not somethin' you get that good at overnight.

But hey, it's always nice knowin' your hard work paid off, right?

[She tilts her head a little with a grin.]

I'm glad you finally got this.

[robitussin]

Um, thanks.

[It's a little more uncomfortable this time, even sheepish. Still, there's a sigh before she moves on.]

I mean, if we're being honest, I'm kind of pissed that whatever I did was enough to earn this when I was actively trying to go against what the Sergeant wanted us to do, but. You know. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, or whatever.

[doublelammy]

Aha... yeah, I can see that, I guess.

[She puts her hands behind her, leaning back onto them.]

Maybe it's not like that, though? 'Cause like, I'm pretty sure the rest of us did way worse than you. [Millium "Mastermind" Orion, here.] And like, Sarge wouldn't be doin' all of this to us if he didn't like messing with us.

So maybe it's not so much that you "earned" it as he's tryin' to piss you off.

[robitussin]

[It's clear from her expression that she hasn't considered this, but she nods after a moment.]

...Maybe. I guess I could ask him about it later. [An almost amused noise.] I bother him enough, after all.

[doublelammy]

May as well, yeah? Worst you can do is get his usual shady dodgy answer.

What is it you go bother him about? I've only really been t'see him the once.

[robitussin]

[She shrugs.]

Whenever something seems weird to me or something new happens, I run it by him. Like you said, the worst that ever happens is that he refuses to tell me. Everything I’ve got out of him is something I’ve brought up at a meeting, though.

[doublelammy]

Yeah, I figured as much. I don't really see you havin' a reason to hide anything from all of us.

[It's a bit of a strange thing to say, but in this place? It's kind of a compliment.]

Huh. I'd bug him more myself, but I'm just never really sure what to ask about. That was never really part of my job, you know? It was more go in and take stuff or just monitor stuff to see if anything's weird, not... interrogations.

[robitussin]

It'd be pretty stupid not to consolidate all the information that we have.

[She tilts her head.]

I mean, I'm not really familiar with interrogations either. But - I've had decent enough success that I feel like he's less guarded with me? Or at least, he isn't surprised enough by me heading his way that he refuses to say anything, if that makes sense.

[doublelammy]

Prolly right about that. That prolly wouldn't stop some people, though.

[Because some people, as they're going to find out this weekend, are beyond stupid.]

Makes enough sense, I guess. He didn't really seem too surprised when I came in last week, either, but there's somethin' to be said for routine.

[robitussin]

Yeah. He'd probably get used to you pretty quick if there's anything you wanted to ask him.

[A smirk, though.]

But I also get not wanting to bother. He's basically the worst.

[doublelammy]

Hehe. Got that right.

[She doesn't seem to have more to say on that topic, though. Instead:]

Hey, hey. Enough about him. You should play something else!

[robitussin]

[She pauses, then nods with a small smile.]

You got any requests?

[doublelammy]

Ehe... I don't actually know too many songs.

What's your favorite? Play that.

[robitussin]

[She has to take a moment to think about it, but then she starts to play again, wordless once more as she goes.]

[doublelammy]

[Millium listens quietly, closing her eyes. This one is wistful, but sort of sad, she thinks. Still, it's pretty.

And really, that sort of mood, it suits Natalie.

She doesn't make a noise until the end, at which point she picks her hands up off the ground behind her to applaud softly.]

[robitussin]

[Just like the last time, her hands linger on the keys for a few moments after the song ends. One last moment to savor the feeling that the world has slid into place, and everything is the way it should be for a few more moments.

The clapping brings her out of it, and she glances towards Millium again.]

...Thanks.

[doublelammy]

Ehehe. You are kind of a lot like my friend Elliot, y'know?

You said you weren't that good, and he says stuff like that all the time, but you're both liars.

[robitussin]

[She goes a little red, glancing back down at the keys and summoning her best Indignant Voice (TM).]

I'm not a liar. I just didn't want to, like, get your hopes up.

[doublelammy]

[More giggling.]

Okay, fine. You sell yourself short, then.

I'm glad I got my hopes up anyway. It was worth it!

[robitussin]

[It's clear from her expression that she's growing even more flustered, which might explain the incredibly subtle subject change when she continues.]

What's he like? Your friend, the one who plays the violin.

[doublelammy]

[Flustering Natalie is something Millium will consider a great success, thanks.]

Elliot? He's way more shy than I am, a little awkward. But he's really, really sweet, he's always lookin' out for everyone else.

He's not mousy when it comes to music, though. Once he gets in his zone? He's worse than some of the army generals we've met...