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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Events
Locations
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

[unfashionably]

[ ?! That's unexpected but not unwanted! With a grin, he picks up the fire extinguisher! ] Thanks!

[ Okay, if Keith is taking the kitchen he'll take the seats and supplement Bolin's earthbending. Good work, Bolin! Good work, Keith! ]

[marmoron]

[The thanks are completely lost on him, really. The earth's helping keep the fire contained pretty effectively, but just because the place isn't an inferno doesn't mean that being three steps away from being an inferno is actually all that better.

There just aren't a whole lot of things running through his mind as he works on putting out the flames in the kitchen. It's hard to breathe from all the smoke, hard to see, but it's all under control. Getting there anyway.

Until a jet of blue flames sets a corner of the kitchen ablaze again, and this time Keith's focus wavers and he can only stare at this with a sense of despair. It's a feeling that he doesn't have time for, but all the same ... what are they doing here?< What's he doing here? Not the time. Keith shakes himself out of it, coughing.]

Sting -- Sting if you[re there, I could use some here!