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

[doublelammy]

[It's amazing, really, how this stuffy playboy has the cutest friends. But for once, Millium keeps that thought to herself.]

Yeah... I dunno if it's this place or Sarge or what, but Lammy's smaller here than usual, too. And his laser beams and shield don't work, and he can't transform...

[All listed out while continuing to pet Hydrangea. She may never stop.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Yeah, his friends are pretty adorable, aren't they?]

Really? How large is he usually?

[doublelammy]

Umm... 'bout 60 rege taller than me or so?

[Unfortunately, JRPG measurements. Fortunately, a rege is a centimeter, and combined with her trying to mime it (using the hand with Hydrangea in it as the bottom point of the difference), it shouldn't be too hard to figure out.]

[silvertongueheir]

I see. [Yeah, that's pretty tall.] Though I'm surprised to hear that he can't transform now. Hydrangea has actually kept his own transformation abilities.

[doublelammy]

Normally, I can turn 'im into a big ol' hammer and smash stuff with 'im, but... nope. Now he's just himself.

Which is fine, 'cause he can still fly n' punch stuff, but it means I can't show you guys all the cool stuff.

Hydrangea turns into that other thing you were painting, yeah?

[silvertongueheir]

Well, what he can do now is still quite impressive. [He nods at her question.] Indeed, and he can fly in that form as well. Though he can only take that form in daylight.

[doublelammy]

Huh? Why's that?

[silvertongueheir]

He's a Grass-type, after all. Most Grass-types flourish much more in the sunlight.

[doublelammy]

Oh. Basically a plant... that makes sense, I guess.

[She gives Hydrangea a few more quick pets before setting him down, and then standing up to go collect her giant teddy bear.]

Well. I was doin' somethin', so I guess I oughta let you relax.

[He's welcome to ask what on earth she was doing with a giant teddy bear in the park, though. She's not moving yet.]

See ya later?

[silvertongueheir]

[...] Does that have something to do with the bear?

[doublelammy]

Yeah. I figure I can't go full badass funeral on it 'cause fire'll attract the townsfolk n' we don't need to be in any more trouble today, but I can at least put it out with the fishes.

[...why is she trying to kill the teddy bear?]

[silvertongueheir]

Do you not like stuffed bears? [He raises an eyebrow at that. Probably a good thing Wayne didn't give his to her, if that's the case.]

[doublelammy]

Ehehe... no, I love stuffed bears.

This one, though. [She regards it with a smile, but there's no denying the bitterness behind it.] You remember what we were talkin' about yesterday, yeah? With Gramps n' war with Calvard n' everything else?

This guy, he's from Gramps. Sarge gave 'im back to me last week.

[silvertongueheir]

...So you no longer agree with his goals.

you double-posted this, jsyk!

[doublelammy]

...Dunno that I ever did, t'be honest with you.

I did my job. That's what I was made for, not thinkin' too hard about what happened when the job was done. But these last couple missions...

Rean hates what he's doing, y'know? I mean, he wasn't gonna be like, perfectly okay even without this anyway, but even when he smiles the light's all gone from his eyes now. And back home, I was like, okay, well. That sucks, but we can power through this n' bring 'im back, right? At least kinda?

...But then I showed up here. And now I gotta see what happens to the people on the other ends of those missions.

[She's still got that bittersweet smile, but she's not looking at him.]

Even if I wasn't there this time, I liked Mrs. Mitchell. Y'know? And I'm thinking there are a lot of people that stand in Gramps' way that maybe kinda deserve what's comin' to 'em, but there are a heck of a lot more who are just like her, tryin' to live their lives and getting trampled by somethin' bigger than them.

And I don't wanna do it anymore. I don't wanna make Rean do it anymore.

[silvertongueheir]

[He stays in place and listens. He feels like this is something she needs to get off her chest, after all. When he finally speaks up, his voice is soft.]

I'm proud of you, for making that decision. [He doesn't think this was something he could have convinced her of. Though he feels that even if they hadn't burned down the diner, she would have realized it's not something she wanted to do.] Are you going to tell your other teammates about this, or do you just plan to disappear? [His voice doesn't sound judging, at least.]

does millium ever say anything that isn't a whole series spoiler? nope. never.

[doublelammy]

[She's quiet, thinking about it.]

...I dunno.

I wanna be able to say goodbye to Claire and Lechter. I wanna tell Jusis I'm gonna be all right. But I think... if I'm gonna make this work, I'm gonna kinda have to disappear. Or at least not be back in Erebonia for a long, long time.

'Cause, I mean. I wouldn't even be alive if Gramps hadn't bought me. And I know way too much now. Even if I just limit myself to leaving quietly, my best case scenario is that they bring me back to the Black Workshop and wipe me clean again.

[...and probably put her right back to work, too.]

I don't wanna forget everyone. So I think... I'm just going to have to tell Rean once we're free of all this, and have him let at least Jusis know from there. He's made it through a ton already, he can handle me bein' away until I can find a way to get him out from under Gramps' thumb.

[silvertongueheir]

[Despite the seriousness of the situation, he finds himself smiling anyways. She deserves that, he thinks. Deserves a chance to actually choose the future she wants.]

I'm sure you'll make it through. And...if you need help, I'll be glad to offer what supplies I can. [Just give them a giant laser cannon from Shaun, it's fine.]

[doublelammy]

[A laser cannon, you say.]

...ehe. Thanks. I might need t' take you up on it. But we'll see how things go.

For now? I'm just gonna go put this guy where he belongs.

[silvertongueheir]

[A nod, and a dramatic wave.] Farewell, then, to this ursine symbol of the life you're leaving behind.

[doublelammy]

And may he rest in fishy pieces~!

[And off she goes. ...Well, at least one person knows why the bear was in the pond now. Unfortunately, he'll be dead when Gant fishes it out next week.]