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Cartesio NPCs ([personal profile] cartesio) wrote in [community profile] cartesianism2018-05-06 12:25 am

WEEK 0 — ARRIVAL



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 28th

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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[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2018-05-07 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Alright, that gives him some ideas. He just needs to observe enough. Observe and think. Search for weaknesses, just like always. Nagisa wishes he had his notebook.]

Just one more thing, then... Is all of this your idea?
theserpentsmiles: (It's time to burn it down)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2018-05-07 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
'Sergeant' isn't 'Commander in Chief'. If it's your idea, is there a reason it has to be death?

[Probably not, no. But two can play this withholding information game.]
theserpentsmiles: (Who break their backs slaving every day)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2018-05-07 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well now. Got one.]

'Never'... That's a little harsh. Well, thank you anyway. [And he smiles, not a bit intimidated or like he's on the losing end of anything at all. Was this conversation a battle? Maybe. He'd said 'just one more thing' so he won't ask anything else. Not right now.]