Week 5: April 29th - May 3rd

[cartesio]

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.

Links

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NPCs
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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!]

Comments

[tuffguy]

[ yes! ]

Whoa--!

[ runs his hands across it, trying to see if he can tell what it is ]

[cartesio]

[ It feels like something wooden, flat...about the height of his waist. ]

[tuffguy]

[ is there a lid that can open at the top? or is it one piece? ]

[cartesio]

[ Nope! One piece. It's definitely solid. ]

[tuffguy]

[ is it long, like a counter or a dining table?

or does it have a smaller surface area? ]

[cartesio]

[ Long! With your eyes starting to adjust, get close enough to it and you can probably see what it is. ]

[tuffguy]

[ well

he's going to get right up close to it to see what it is ]

[cartesio]

[ It's definitely a table. Looks like there's some booth-like seats on either side. ]

[tuffguy]

[ ok that's comforting. at least.

bolin's going to work his way to the closest seat and try and take a closer look at that ]

[amburere]

[ Hey Bolin, have a human torch. ]

A booth?

[tuffguy]

That's what it looks like so far!

[cartesio]

[ You've found an abandoned purse! ]

[tuffguy]

[ well. i'm not pure enough to not look through it.

digging through it

important: can i find some gum? ]

[cartesio]

[Sure, have a pack of gum. A solitary, sad pack of gum, the only thing in this purse. Kind of underwhelming.

But hey, you have an item now. Into your imaginary inventory it goes!]

[tuffguy]

Oh sweet, gum!

[ pocketing that and. keeping hold of the purse too since it might be important. maybe ]

Also a purse, but gum!

[carbide]

[...

Olympia wants to say something, but this is honestly the most progress she's seen this evening.]

[relieable]

What flavor? [is that really important]

[quickpersuader]

[Sup Bolin, their human torch found you.

Does this look like the diner?]

[cartesio]

[ You can't tell. It's too dark, too foggy, and the fan's presence is a little...distracting, considering the diner doesn't have any of those. ]

[robitussin]

[If she moves towards the noise of one of the fans, can she find anything?]

[cartesio]

[ It's hard to tell where the fan is coming from. It seems to be kind of all around you. ]

[quickpersuader]

[Anything else on the tables that hasn't been found yet?]

[cartesio]

[Oh? Looks like there's something! It's a plastic bottle of...something. Hm. Too dark to tell unless you look closely at the label]

[icariot]

[If Hawks tried to fly, will he have better luck finding a fan or will he just knock on the ceiling?]

[cartesio]

[Soar high, Hawks! But not too high, because there sure is a ceiling here.

No fan, but...there seems to be something here, embedded into the ceiling. Someone should direct a light over here]