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

diner

[marmoron]

[Keith's at the diner in the morning, no Cosmo in sight, wearing casual clothes, but his expression and body language are anything but. He's hanging back a little, standing further, away from the crowd of townsfolk who've gathered to stare in solemn silence at the wreckage, but his expression is a little blank. He still smells like ash and smoke from trying to put out the fire last night, and his right hand is wrapped in a clean bandage. He spots Cian, but doesn't say anything -- just... nods.]

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian gives him a nod in return and stays a little longer in front of the diner, staring at the flowers she herself left there. That's when one of the townspeople yells at her to get out and she figures that, yes, this might be a good idea. She doesn't want to agitate these people any further.

She makes her way over to Keith, looking low in spirits herself. The bandage gets a glance. ]

You okay...?

[marmoron]

[He follows her glance down to his hand like it's a bit of an afterthought, really.]

Hazards of trying to put out a fire.

[Distant, then he's glancing back towards the wreckage.]

It's not as bad as what happeend to the diner.

[integratedsoul]

The diner isn't alive.

[ You are.

As tragic as the events that transpired at it are, as sad as looking at the wreckage makes her... Nobody died in it. The diner owner suffered a shock, but surely she will make it. And they have the money, so much money, to repay her and make sure she lives comfortably ever after. ]

[marmoron]

...

[Keith has nothing to say to that. He's quiet, head bowed for a moment, then he turns like he's ready to leave.]

They didn't have to burn the place down. After all that talk of not angering the people in town last week... sure looks like most of it was just bullshit.

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian walks alongside Keith. Getting out of the angry crowd is definitely a good idea. She can't stand the tension. As much as she's gotten used to Cartesio, it's hard to adjust to a world of open hostility in just a month. ]

What even happened...? I didn't get picked to go, I just woke up to... this.

[marmoron]

[Keith starts walking out to the park, looking for a secluded spot to sit. His tone can really only be described as being toneless.]

10PM last night, some of us were brought to the diner. The place was full of fog, we couldn't see much of anything. Our instructions were to burn the place down. The place was locked down and we had no way of escaping.

[Briefly both tone and expression flicker into a cold kind of anger.]

Long story short, Kino started the fire. Dabi joined in. Sting, Bolin and I stayed behind to try and put the fire out. Everyone else ran off.

[integratedsoul]

[ Well, she doesn't need to ask how the efforts to extinguish it went... ]

They probably figured the Sergeant would force their hand one way or another...

[ Except for Dabi, who just wouldn't have cared, but this is a bad time to bring that up. ]

Everyone's getting weary...

[marmoron]

We didn't have to burn the place down.

[That's snapped. Keith breathes out.]

Sorry. It's just .... we had a choice. We could've stayed in there until morning. We'd have gotten in trouble with the diner lady and the police, but .... at least the diner wouldn't have...

[He trails off, looking down at his hand, teeth grit. His heart's racing, like some part of him's still inside the burning kitchen, smoke and flames everywhere.]

...I'm getting real tired, too, Cian.