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

Comments

[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. 

[robitussin]

[She looks slightly skeptical at what he says first, but it's his second statement that she comments on.]

Do you need more of them, then? The stitches.

[amburere]

Just another kit. [ He shakes out his hands. ]

Got more than enough for now.

[robitussin]

Right, but like... Can you put them in yourself? It seems harder to use it on your own hands.

[amburere]

[ ... ]

You want to play nurse?

[robitussin]

Shouldn’t the question be whether or not someone should play nurse?

[amburere]

Does it look like I need one?

[ Holding up his hands again. Cause she does have a point, it's hard to stitch your own hands. But his stitches are actually done pretty well. ]

[robitussin]

[She gives them a closer look, tilting her head.]

You did that yourself?

[amburere]

Does it matter?

[ Let's just continue answering questions with questions! ]

[robitussin]

I mean, yeah. It matters to me.

[She doesn't elaborate on quite why, though.]

[amburere]

[ ........................ ]

No.

[robitussin]

No, you didn't do it, or no, you aren't going to tell me?

[amburere]

[ One day he'll learn that being terse causes him more problems than not, maybe. A sigh, this is stupid. ]

I didn't do it. That's why there's too many.

[robitussin]

Okay.

[A pause, uneasy.]

Just - if you ever need anyone to do it again while you're here. You know.

[amburere]

[ He seems to consider that, considering how he's not instantly rejecting her suggestion. ]

...you're doing that not-concerned thing again.

[robitussin]

[After a moment, skipping around that:]

You didn't say no, though.

[amburere]

Won't be a next time so don't need to.

[robitussin]

How do you know that for sure? Were you anticipating this time?

[amburere]

First time I was drunk. [ And that week was terrible so let's not speak of it again. ] Next time I'll just let the dragonslayer be a nightlight.

[robitussin]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Okay, but in a hypothetical situation where he wasn't there and the stakes were higher than just being a nightlight.