Week 5: April 29th - May 3rd

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Fifth Week

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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[Welcome to the fifth week! If you want to contact the Sergeant, please post here!. Also please remember to submit your activity check!]

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THURSDAY - May 3rd

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[Weather: Temperatures increase dramatically, turning excessive at night. Hot night.

Act of betrayal! Our beloved diner is no more than ashes now!

What was supposed to be another day for the residents of our town turned into tragedy when Mrs. Mitchell found the diner she had invested her life into was greatly damaged with fire. The kitchen was declared a total loss, and although part of the sitting area remained intact, most of the objects -- objects Mrs. Mitchell once bought and took care of with the life savings she had -- were either too damaged to be used or were too expensive to be repaired.

Witnesses inform Mrs. Mitchell, whose health was already declining with age, reacted rather badly and is currently resting at the local hospital.

In what can't be a coincidence, the camera system that should have caught the fire and how it started was destroyed not too long ago. Did the visitors hatch this plan since days ago, all in preparation to burn down Mrs. Mitchell's diner? All signs seem to point at that. Although no camera feed exists, witnesses on the scene say they saw fire through the windows -- although, for some reason, one of them says it was blue fire. This reporter says that's a sign this wasn't a natural fire.

The residents who had spoken in defense of the visitors were contacted, yet no comment from them was obtained]

npcs, please!

[clearities]

[ Sakura is making a pointed decision to avoid most people today. She's so tired of people just simply following the orders and not making an attempt to find another way, an alternative solution instead of dealing with all this. Nevertheless, Sakura can be found at the flower shop as she buys specific flowers or to get some clothes from the clothing store-- specifically, everything must be black. What people might notice once she's gathered those is that her lips seem to be set in a hard line, any trace of emotion killed off of her features. What's left is something distant. Maybe... he was right all along, about some things. The newspaper did mention one thing, which is why she goes to the clinic, in hopes of finding Mrs. Mitchell, trying to ask any workers around to see where she is, and if she would be allowed to talk to her, just for a little while. Later in the afternoon, she can be found at the motel, quietly making paper cranes for a few short minutes. If she spots anyone-- she just stands up and immediately retreats into her room. She really doesn't want to have anything to do with some of the others right now, unfortunately. ]

late afternoon, motel

[doublelammy]

[Unfortunately for Sakura, her room is right next door to Millium's, so even trying to escape isn't going to work well.

Millium just follows after her, sighing and knocking on the door after her.]

Sakura-chan? ...I was just wondering. Would you mind teaching me how to fold those?

[Millium wasn't at the diner last night, but she has an idea as to why Sakura's being so strangely distant. Still, this is Millium, and emotional sensitivity is just not a thing with her... even if she's asking for an emotional reason.]

Motel

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus watches her go, and after a bit, he slides a note under her door.]

Do you still want to host the wake tonight?

-Franciscus

NPCs

[cartesio]

[ The people at the front desk turn away from Sakura, from the instant she walks inside. Some spare her a passing glance, almost a pitying look, but others barely conceal a sneer.

Just what is she going to say, to try and gain access? ]

[relieable]

[hm.

HMMMMMMM.

nah. Osomatsu is mad at the world today. listen, he's a big goof, a useless jerk. but he'd been so proud of himself for helping solve that puzzle the night before. maybe he shouldn't have helped at all. what was the damn point? they keep doing what the Sergeant says, and, perhaps, tomorrow, another one of them will die. for what? for this asshole?

why aren't more people standing up against him?

for the better half of the day, he'll be in the abandoned building #3. he's working on something, trying to cook, probably. or at least he is familiarizing himself with the place. he still doesn't know where to buy raw foods to cook.

finally, at night, he's letting off steam at the bowling alley. he would rather be at the casino, or tavern, but he doesn't want to deal with a bunch of people. he's just going to bowl, and he gets a few strikes, even. he's not bad at it, but not particularly good, either. that doesn't matter when you're apathetic towards everything]

community kitchen

[robitussin]

[She comes across him in the kitchen. Now that the diner's burned, she's making an effort to familiarize herself with it more, and she pauses when she sees him.]

...Hey. What're you making?

[quickpersuader]

[Junkyard]

[For the vast majority of the day, Kino can be found here, not having donned the brown coat... but now bearing three guns. The revolver on the right hip, the semi-automatic pistol on the back, and now another much older revolver on the left. She's brought over supplies from the hardware store - sand, plaster of Paris, a large steel bucket, coals... It might even be somewhat mysterious, just what she's planning to do here.

Eventually, however, she puts the finishing touches on a miniature foundry. After that, she begins making small plaster molds, dipping a bullet pulled from the older revolver into the wet plaster to create what she needs, and creating several more to quicken the process.

Once the molds are done and melted metal has been poured in them, Kino finally takes a break, sitting herself down on the ground to rest a little before she gets going again.]

[Park]

[And where does she go? ...The park, actually.

Using sheets from the motel and rope from the gas station, she makes herself a hammock away from anyone else using the park, particularly the locals. And once that's done, she settles in, arms crossed behind her head as she hums softly to herself. She's not going to be falling asleep out here, but it was a busy, busy day, and she's earned herself some respite.]

[doublelammy]

[ashes to ashes]

[Millium just stands, dumbstruck, in front of the burned diner. She stares long and hard for a moment, before sighing and running a hand back through her hair.]

...I go to bed early one night...


[outside the clinic]

[Millium peers at the door of the building, hands behind her back and a nervous expression on her face. She seems to be thinking over something.]

...mmm. Prolly shouldn't...


[park]

[It's getting late by the time Millium can be found here, the sun setting behind the trees.

Millium stands at the edge of the lake, holding a teddy bear about half as large as she is to her chest.

She holds it out in front of her, staring long and hard into its teddy bear eyes. The teddy bear may or may not stare back.

After that long, tense staredown, Millium suddenly chucks the bear, with all her minimal strength, into the lake.]

diner

[robitussin]

...Trust me, being here wouldn't have been any better.

[She's not quite sure why she's returned here, herself, but the sight of the burned building still fills her with a steadily rising anger.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus is quite tired after what happened last night. Especially considering Kino acted without anyone else's input. However, when he sees what the Sergeant has left for him, his sour mood lifts considerably. He can be seen all around town with a graceful creature gliding above him, doing loop-the-loops and aerial dives. It might be familiar to people who saw his contribution to the mural yesterday...]

Well...at least something good came out of all that. I'm glad to have you back with me, Hydrangea.

[Later, at the park, he's sitting on a bench while a tiny hedgehog-like creature runs around, tiny seedlings slowly sprouting in its wake. He has a fond smile on his face, and Gerard seems happy as well, occasionally darting his head forwards in an attempt to play tag.]

park

[doublelammy]

[Millium wasn't really expecting to run into anyone she knew here, and blinks owlishly at Franciscus and his two companions as she stops mid-stride.

She's holding a rather large teddy bear in her arms – roughly half her height.]

Oh. Hey. ...You have a new friend.

[...Wait.]

Wait, wait, wait. Isn't that the thing you painted yesterday? Did Sarge give you a god?!

npcs please!

[tuffguy]

around town

[ bolin isn't going to let things just stand as they are. he's using his natural people skills to go around and talk to any and all citizens he might come across. he's really laying his charm on thick this time, trying to keep the citizens from shutting him down, yelling at him, or doing anything that would be remotely unhelpful to his endeavor. ]

Hey, so you heard about the diner, right? Well, I'm trying to raise some money so we can give it to Mrs. Mitchell. Any sort of help would be good! I don't have much to offer in terms of entertainment, but if you got some chores that need to be done and some spare cash, I can totally do that for you!

[ then as he thinks about it. ] I can even make you your own zen garden if you want one! I'm pretty handy with earth.

[ c-charming smile ] So, what do you say?

the park

[ bolin is back at the park, but this time, rather than just practicing his earthbending, he's just sort of

launching rocks into the pond. he's not even trying to skip them. he's just throwing them in there, letting out some aggression. ]

motel

[ he's sitting in the lobby, eating a bowl of noodles very morosely. :( he eats a few bites, stops and then just sets his chop sticks down and pushes the bowl away. ]

Ugh, not even Narook's noodles are doing it for me right now!

npcs!

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[ Bolin, you are trying, so very hard.

But you're going to receive a variety of responses, all of which are...pretty negative. One lady in particular scowls at him and moves to dump a milkshake on his head. ]

[amburere]

[ It's almost the close of business when Dabi shows up at the clinic. He's only here to grab some supplies—a medical sewing kit—before he leaves.

Later in the evening, he's back at his old haunt the junkyard, sitting on the roof of a car. In a not so welcome callback to last night, the glint of blue fire makes him pretty visible— except for once it's not his hand on fire, but a cigarette. He seems pretty at peace here, smoking and gazing in the direction of the diner. ]

clinic

[robitussin]

[She's coming inside for something different, but when she sees him, she gives pause. Without too much hesitation, she speaks.]

Hey, Dabi.

Junkyard

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian's just wandering around town aimlessly by now. Today's bad, actually this whole week is bad. She's been trying her hardest to not think about the fact that everyone she tried to start projects with ended up dead, but every time she walks past the park it's an unavoidable reality. And now Friday is fast approaching.

Seeing Dabi, she changes direction. Normally she doesn't come to the junkyard much, but the villain is welcome company to Cian. ]

Mind if I join you for a bit?

Junkyard

[icariot]

[ Hawks is going to land on the hood of the car, but doesn’t make a motion to sit immediately.]

You run outta new places to chill in, or is this your favorite?

[Hawks figures it’s neither, or not completely anyway.]

[robitussin]

[Today, Natalie can be found by the pond. Normally she comes here to think or clear her head, but now... She's seated near the water, a stack of hair ties next to her. Instead of their intended purpose, though, she's taking them in hand one by one, then shooting them into the lake the way someone would launch a rubber band.

Should she see anyone approach, she'll glance at them.]

What?

[protectandselfserve]

[Well.

At least it's hot out, so he can go swimming in the park this morning after a drought! That's something, right! God he misses his fucking pie, and where is he going to read the paper in the mornings!?

...well, after cleaning up and changing into his normal actual clothes, he'll get some muffins at the bakery, he guesses, and read the paper there, looking... well... more neutral than anything.]

Would be nice if there were any ATMs so we could get a donation box together, but I guess that'd let us fix our shoddy reputation, so that's probably a no.

[Like. He's not usually one for charity but he liked that place, damnit!!!

Anyway, in the afternoon, he's going to head to the nondescript building Keith said had been identified to him as the library earlier in the week and just... stare at it. Pondering.]

[carbide]

[You know some fuckery happened when even Olympia is in a bad mood. Her reward for participation, a teal cloak that lets her finally actually look like her icons, does nothing to cheer her up (not that "cheer" is a word that would be correctly associated with her in the first place).

Olympia spends most of her day in the park. Doing what? Well... not much of anything, actually. Looking at trees and fields. Sitting with her eyes closed, thinking. Feeding the ducks. Is it weird for a robot to deal with stress by seeking out nature?

Late in the day, still thinking along similar lines, she heads for the flower shop and into the greenhouse. Maybe she'll feel better with some more plants around in the motel.]

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian has been doing well keeping herself distracted with projects, but this morning she can't quite bring herself to do anything of value. It really is starting to seem like all their efforts to do good will forever be in vain - the Sergeant is in control, every day, every second.

In the late morning, you'll find Cian at the burned-down diner. She's brought a bouquet of white flowers from the flower shop to put down in offering. The townspeople around give her dirty looks despite the gesture of regret. Cian doesn't think she can manage to stay here long, under their scrutiny.

In the early afternoon, Cian can be found at the drive-in in the park though she may be easy to overlook at first. She's curled up inside one of the cars, trying to stay out of sight.

And then in the later afternoon you will find a note at the motel door:

Since we don't have the ability to order food anymore, we should try and share out cooking skills among each other. If you're interested in participating in a group cooking program, please leave your name here.

Given that Cian is the first person who signed, it's pretty obvious who wrote the note. You'll find her in her room, if you want to talk. ]

Mini-event, Thursday Evening

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[ Is anyone visiting the casino this Thursday evening? The locals largely don't seem to be in the mood for gambling, and who can blame them after what has become of their town? The game machines are thus almost all free for usage by tourists. The atmosphere inside the casino is gloomy.

Which makes it seem quite odd that gorgeous sky spotlights are on full display, illuminating the dusk from their placement on the roof of the casino. ]

MEETING

[robitussin]

[After everything at the casino winds down, Natalie makes a point to tell everyone there to meet in the motel lobby in an hour before they leave. That gives her enough time to find everyone else and inform them that there are important things to discuss, so even those who weren't at the casino can find out what happened.

Once everyone is gathered:]

Okay, so. For those who weren't there, we got... messages from the people who had died in the casino. They were taking over the game machines, it was weird, I'm trying not to think too much about how it worked. The important thing is that we should consolidate all the information we got.

I'll start. I was... I guess you could call it talking with Nine, Bakugou, Clarisse, and whoever 'Nag' refers to. Not sure on that one. They said they messed up the lodge, but I didn't get anything more than that out of them.

[She glances at everyone else, then, waiting for them to start.]