cartesianism | WEEK 0

Week 0: Arrival

When you wake up you immediately feel something’s off. You sit on the bed and find it’s not your bed, and this isn’t your room either. You seem to be in a rather normal-looking motel room. To your side there’s a trunk, if you open it you’ll find a military uniform, the key to your room, a set of rules and a debit card. Don’t lose those items! Or do lose the rules, you'll find a brand new copy the next day under your pillow. There’s also a calendar on the wall, you can see today’s date. The year is unreadable, but the month and day are very clear:

March 28^th
There it says ‘Meet the Sergeant at the Lodge, 9:00 AM’. There’s also a circle around March 31st, with the word ‘END’ scrawled there.

For now leaving your motel room would be a good choice. When you reach the lobby, you see the receptionist’s desk— no one’s manning it. There’s a rack filled with maps, marking several locations in the town.

There are also many strangers here – and you’re one more. For now it may be a good idea to take a map and explore the town.

After all, looks like you’re stuck here in the boonies for a while.

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[ Well, if anyone's stopping by the weapon shop, they may bump into a small, androgynous Japanese teenager comparing various handguns, weighing her options both figuratively and literally, trying to decide which one feels best in her hands, examining each one carefully before she makes a final decision.

Kind of weird that someone her age knows what she's doing as well as she seems to. ]

The 1911 model should be sufficient, I think.

[ She's talking to herself, granted, but there's nothing saying you can't reply.

Beyond that, you can bump into her just about anywhere throughout the day, studying her surroundings, trying to evaluate the situation as thoroughly as possible. More importantly, she's studying all her fellow captives, silently assessing each one from a distance. If you don't know she's a detective, it might seem like you're being stalked. ]

[See, this is where we get a funny scenario of two small, androgynous, blue teens following and observing one another. Of course, Nagisa quickly noticed his target was following him, so that left room to be a lot more subtle. He approaches eventually.]

Your tactic could use a little work.

[ Quicker on the uptake than expected, this one. ]

I believe that depends. What do you suppose my tactic was?

[ It's not like she was trying to stay hidden, after all. I thought I noted as much in the toplevel, but whoops, I'm an idiot. ]

[Wayne's looking to. He's mainly here trying to find his gun though. But he notices that.]

You seen anything in there that looks old and has some wear? Or whatever you had before they nabbed you?

[ That's sort of an odd question. ]

Not the exact model, but it was a fairly common revolver, so it wouldn't be terribly out of place. As for used weapons, I imagine they'd be cleaned before reselling them, wouldn't they?

Ugh... [There's a cringe as he grits his teeth.]

I picked my gun up 'bout a year ago. Its that old that the grip was worn down, had a good weigh though.

Might as well get something new with how long I've been looking.

...Ho~e?

[She can't help but sense like someone's following her and when she turns around, she can't help but blink a little bit, canting her head in confusion.]

Um... hello?

[ Waves politely, like this was an expected result. ]

Hello. Please, don't mind me.

[ Pleasantries out of the way, she mumbles something and writes something down in her notepad. ]

[Even though Naoto says not to mind her, Sakura is still...]

What are you doing? [They do say curiosity killed the cat.]

[And here is a tiny blue-haired muppet to get all up in your grill, Naoto.]

Oooh, that thing looks neat. Why stop at "sufficient," though? That's so boring! The bigger, the better!

Because I prefer accuracy and efficiency. Anything else is impractical for self-defense.

[ Said completely matter-of-factly, like this is something the muppet should fucking know. ]

Defending myself? That's easy. Using a giant cannon and blowing everything to smithereens? Now that's fun.

[The muppet knows. She just does not care.

Please don't let there be a cannon in this weapons shop. Why there would be is a mystery, but just. Please no.]

I find your definition of fun highly disquieting. Have you considered reading a book instead?

[ In the meantime, she'll continue to go back and forth between the M1911 semi-auto and the Cobra revolver. Perhaps she'll take both and alternate as is situationally appropriate. Either way, Millium is clearly occupying a minority of her attention. ]

Booo. If I wanted to do that, I'd just do my homework!

[Meanwhile, in Erebonia, a certain class vice president feels the need to scream more than usual, and isn't sure why.]

[ It's a pretty unnerving feeling, getting the slightest hunch you're being stared at.

In any other scenario, Rean might shrug it off and carry on with his own business: namely investigating the area and trying to keep Millium and Princess Alfin out of harms way... and trouble. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence back home, anyway. Oftentimes he'd find himself being stared at a lot by onlookers who recognized him. Some would be admiring, others would be of sheer contempt.

But here, it clearly wasn't a case of recognition. Almost everyone here were strangers to one another, and it's more than a little unsettling given this place's "catch". For now, he allows the onlooker's presence to remain as he's quietly reading a pamphlet. One thing was pretty clear: this felt more like he was being sized up. ]

Something I can help you with?

[ He'll say suddenly and rather nonchalantly as he returns the pamphlet. ]

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[ Well, it isn't not true that he's being sized up, but to be fair, her motives are more defensive than he's probably imagining. ]

Nothing at the moment. Please, pretend I'm not here.

[ The response is delivered with almost equal nonchalance, and she'll make a mental note that this is a relatively perceptive one. ]

WEEK 0 — ARRIVAL

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Weapons - He's going to thing Naoto's a boy unless she tells him

Well, that's just canon, mang

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weapons shop, aka who let millium in here oh dear lord

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her face is going to freeze like this

"i asked for this," said no one ever

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