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.

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Comments

[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.

[amburere]

Yo. Here to join the apologists? [ He hasn't read the newspaper, but he did overhear one of the staff chatting about some tourists mingling about to see Mrs. Mitchell. Probably the old lady who runs the diner, though he honestly never bothered to learn her name. ]

[robitussin]

Not really.

[That's what she was here for initially, maybe, but it's shifted since encountering him.]

What about you?

[amburere]

D'ya think I'd ever be sorry about arson? [ Hypothetical question obviously, with a smirk to back at it up. That falls when he answers her next question. ]

Restocking. Some people like to waste medical supplies. 

[robitussin]

[After a moment, she cuts to the chase.]

For your hands, right? Can I see?

[amburere]

[ A beat and then- ]

Boo. [ He holds up both hands, which are sporting more stitches than staples these days, especially his left. ]

Been doin' this a while, y'know. 

[robitussin]

[She glances at the stitches, frowning.]

It was already burning. You didn't have to do that.

[amburere]

And trust that kid with managing fire? Yeah, good idea. [ He's actually mildly irritated that Kino set off the microwave before he could test out if just abusing the sensor worked. But eh. ]

Didn't matter at that point anyway. The duration's what counts, not intensity. 

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?

[amburere]

[ He peers down at her, cigarette in hand. ]

This not gonna bother you, office lady? [ You might think he's being polite, but he takes a drag immediately after. ]

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian's never really breathed much nicotine before, but... ]

Everything I do here is unhealthy by my world's standards, what's one more blow to my lungs?

[ She smiles. There's a joke here, an attempt of one, but it's a bit too true. Though she is still a very healthy woman, she can still feel her body changing with the shifting lifestyle. She's aware of it now every moment of the day. Living can be like that. Living can mean feeling every moment of it. Cian knows many people in her world will never find out about that. Odd. ]

[amburere]

[ That earns her a lazy grin and equally lazy gesture to the space beside him. Sit if you want. ]

Good point. Next thing you know you'll have dyed hair and piercings. Maybe even a tattoo.

[integratedsoul]

[ A bit clumsily, she climbs up the car as well and sits down. Cigarette smoke smells really unpleasant up close, but she is firmly determined to not actually care. ]

Who knows? Anything can happen here. Actually, thinking about it, it doesn't even make sense for tattoos to be condemned in my world when we literally put a computer software into our bodies... Seems like that's way more modification.

[ She's oddly proud of herself for recognizing a contradiction all on her own. ]

[amburere]

[ Now that she's up here, he makes a modicum of effort to not blow the smoke in her direction. Don't call him out on that, though.

He nods at her recognition when she's done, he obviously agrees. ]

What would you get done?

[integratedsoul]

Hmmh... you know the symbol I put up on my door? That.

Which is a little morbid, I suppose, being the sign of a group that broke up 13 years ago due to... well, presumed death... but ah well.

[ A statement followed by short awkward laughter. ]

[amburere]

[ He looks up at the sky, pressing the cigarette to his lips as he breathes in. One long exhale later, he speaks up. ]

Can't erase the past no matter how shitty it is.

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.]

[amburere]

[ Dabi looks up at Hawks as he lands, then back to the diner in the distance. A drag of the cigarette and an exhale, before he turns to Hawks again. ]

I like the view.

[icariot]

[That seems like the best invitation he’s going to get, so Hawks takes that moment to settle next to Dabi. No need to get comfortable if he was going to just be chased off immediately. His wings settle behind them, and his shoulder brushes Dabi’s when he leans to see what view exactly Dabi gets where he’s sitting. The burned diner was regrettable, but not anymore impactful to hawks than any other citizen’s life’s work being taken away.]

You needed a release that bad? Here I was thinking I was enough for you.

[Hawks drolled. He was annoyed at himself for going along with the group in an effort to get free, but what’s done is done and smart remarks are how he and Dabi communicate 80% of the time.]

[amburere]

[ 'Kay, what other reaction is Dabi supposed to have to that other than to laugh? After he settles he takes a particularly long drag, leaving the cigarette hanging in his mouth. ]

Jealous? You can get your turn later.

[icariot]

[Hawks grins cheekily at Dabi, rather pleased by the laugh, as well as getting him to offer.]

I'll have to take you up on that, since you're polite enough to offer.

[He sounds more like the cat that got the canary than the canary today.]

[amburere]

[ Every dog bird has it's day. Dabi's grin is suspiciously wide, but it should be fun later for sure. ]

Don't get used to it. Not every week I get two gifts I actually like. 

[icariot]

[Flirting in the junkyard? It's more likely than you think]

I dunno, flattery and gifts are a small price to pay if it puts you in this much of a good mood. I could get used to that.

[amburere]

[ It's the perfect ambiance. With the most deadpan demeanor Dabi can conjure, he pulls the cigarette from his lips and leans into Hawk's shoulder to whisper into his ear. ]

Next week I want breakfast in bed and a movie night. [ That honestly sounds like hell to him, so he figures it has to be mutual and therefore is a decent push. There's no flaw in his plan, clearly. ]