Everything's getting worse. Rose Nylund and Frasier Crane murdered Jughead Jones during the event Jughead worked so hard to organize. Given some of the townspeople were in attendance, it didn't give a good impression -- if the visitors did this when trying to be good people and get along with Cartesio, then how will they behave once they get into destroying everything? The cruel method of Jughead's death also left everyone quite horrified, too.
That may be why it's no surprise the town's quiet unrest is slowly turning into real, tangible fury.
During the week, from time to time stones break some of the windows of the motel, looking outside shows a random passerby running away. Graffiti is left on the walls: 'SEE IF YOU LIKE THIS' 'MURDERERS' 'YOU'RE GOING TO DESTROY US ALL', and other similar messages. Some of the store owners hesitate when the visitors approach, but they don't refuse service because money is always nice.
The Sergeant's pervasive influence is starting to cover not only you, but also the entire town of Cartesio. After all, everything that's happening to you and the motel? It's the result of what you and the other visitors have done.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again.
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MONDAY - April 30th
NEWSPAPER
One of the most recent residents of our town, Waver Velvet, has made good use of his time in Cartesio! Ever since he took the helm of our local library, he has made it much more efficient and usable for everyone in the town.
[There's a photo of Waver Velvet, frowning at the camera, surrounded by children and with a pop-up book on his lap. The caption says 'Head Librarian Waver Velvet during reading time for children']
We can say our library has been revolutionized thanks to his efforts. As acknowledgement to his accomplishments, he has been given some of Mrs. Mitchell's prized lemon pie, and a trophy that was going to be proudly displayed on the counter of the reception desk. When asked for a comment, Mr. Velvet requested everyone to "take off that gaudy object off the table". The trophy was tragically stashed in a corner of the library.
Mr. Velvet is one case more of a former tourist who chose to move to Cartesio and join our community, yet at this point we can't imagine how our lives would be like without him. Thank you for being here, Mr. Waver Velvet.
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[Anyone who visits the fire station or enters there will hear about how Axel's cameras console was found smashed and rendered unusable. It seems the tool used was a hammer, found in the scene of the damages]
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He's okay. That's all that matters. ]
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[Looks like that's all she has to say on that.]
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His first real stop of the day is the flower shop. He walks through the main area first to be thorough, but spends the majority of the time he's there in the greenhouse portion. Idly he'll trail his gloveless hands on various flower leaves, attempting to name any he recognizes.]
A bellflower...? Seems a bit early for one.
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[The beauty salon is his only other planned stop. Hawks is well acquainted with most of the tools and chemicals scattered about inside a salon like this, and is currently sorting through them. Any empty bottles or irreparably damaged items are being thrown into trash bags, while usable things are grouped together on various flat surfaces. There's even a small selection of things placed on a table away from the rest that Hawks set aside to take with himself when he leaves.]
There, that's marginally better organized. Now I just need to find the combs Miruko always talks about...
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[feel free to wildcard too o/ ]
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Oh, Hawks-san, hello... that flower's quite pretty.
[The bellflower. It's definitely one that she doesn't recognize.]
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Hey Niwatori. It’s an autumn bellflower. They don’t usually bloom in April though... [he trails off for a moment before refocusing on Niwatori] What brings you here?
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You really think this place believes it's April? Probably thought "April", "Autumn", close enough. 'Cept this is a greenhouse, birdbrain.
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Greenhouses this full of Venus flytraps should have a climate a lot more like a wet summer. So they still wouldn't be this far in growth.
[Hawks sorting through the flowers, pulling some out seemingly at random.]
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wildcard!!
Hawks, hey! [ A hearty wave! ] How much can you carry?
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Hey, Sting. That's--huh. Depends? I'm no slouch with arm strength but I'm not exactly the best bench-presser. Flying depends on a couple different variables.
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...Wait, are we getting a library soon?
[It's difficult to describe anything she says as enthusiastic unless that enthusiasm is sarcastic, but this comes fairly close.
Later on in the day, she can be found in the community kitchen, preparing what looks like some kind of pasta. If she notices anybody coming near, she'll glance their way before speaking up.]
I think I made too much.
[The offer isn't quite stated, but it's at least implied.
As the day winds down, she can be found near the beauty salon, though she hasn't entered quite yet.]
...I have to wonder why this one was abandoned.
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If you're gonna loiter, this spots taken.
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...Gotta say, this isn't quite the spot I would've expected you to choose.
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[Like. It's a lot? Either way, Kino's going in.]
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[She follows after as Kino goes in, though, glancing around.]
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[he really couldn't help overhearing...]
Might be fun to investigate if they've got microfiche machines, anyway.
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Yeah. I hadn't thought about that, but - we might be able to find information that's useful if they've got something like that.
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Yeah. It'd be nice to have something to read... Was it there when you were here last?
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Kitchen
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Only if you want some. Not a big deal to me.
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