Killers and victims, killers and victims. Three of your own have fallen prey to murderous intent last week. Your numbers keep shrinking. Azura has fallen prey to Franciscus in the same night that Olympia betrayed her friend Millium and killed Cian who wound up in the crossfire. At this rate, is there anyone you can trust?
The townspeople's anger burns hotter than ever. Wherever they go, must they live in fear of stumbling on a corpse? They can't live like this. More than ever, the visitors are being shown that they are
unwelcome.
Walking outdoors, cold looks are the norm. Shouted profanity isn't unexpected. Barely anybody is willing to still hold a conversation with any visitors.
Even within the motel, there is no feeling of safety any longer. Not only have two people died in this very place, no, now the townspeople also lost their fear of coming inside. While they don't enter private rooms, the daring among them vent their hatred of you by vandalizing the common rooms.
Cartesio has become a menacing place.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again. Don't mind that some of them have been damaged in one of the attacks on the motel.
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cartesianism2018-11-04 01:52 am
SUNDAY - May 6th
EXECUTION
First, Osomatsu would get rid of Franciscus – the only witness to the events of last night. When Osomatsu approached the Lodge, he requested a club. The Sergeant obtained a large club with several hard nubs on it, perfect for bludgeoning. Without a word, he extended the hand, Osomatsu taking it without looking at the Sergeant’s nonexistent face, and entered the execution room. Franciscus was already waiting inside.
In his hands, there is a small photo – a last gesture for him. When Osomatsu enters, dragging the heavy club behind him, Franciscus takes a deep breath, struggling a bit to keep his breathing even, and says: “Tell Shaun I love him”, putting the photo away. Osomatsu didn’t reply, instead lifting the club off the ground, almost falling down because of its weight. It’d be pitiful if he wasn’t about to crack Franciscus’ head open.
To make it easier, Franciscus turns around and kneels. His Pokemon were away, the Sergeant made sure not to give him anything that could be used to fight back. Wanting to not inconvenience Osomatsu one last time, he stays still, awaiting. It was up to Osomatsu to do the job. He shouts to anyone watching, though:
"He made Olympia disappear!" he turns around just enough to point at the Sergeant. The Sergeant tenses, something that encouraged Franciscus. Gritting his teeth from the effort, Osomatsu lifts the club, managing to swing it, and missed Franciscus for an inch. The whoosh of the club passing so close to him is nervewracking. "He put Oda in that cell! He made her disappear, and he's going to replace her with him!"
Starting to get used to the weight of his weapon, he swings again, this time getting closer to Franciscus' head, so much he felt one of the nubs skin his ear. Not having more time for explanations, he lowers his arm and turned his head around, just in time. With a sickening crunch, the club collides against the back of his head! The sheer weight of the club compensated for Osomatsu’s lack of strength, blood emanated immediately from the wound, splattering the club and the floor.
Death wasn't immediate like both hoped, though. Woozy from the pain on the back of his head, and crawling forward in confusion, Franciscus tries to get his bearings and stand up, while behind him, Osomatsu had frozen, watching his former friend with fear, it turning into anger very soon. That man had killed Azura, he had betrayed them all, he had killed someone to save Sakura, who didn't even want anyone to kill, much less for her! The anger boiled like lava inside him, he lifts the club again. All he can see is red, he doesn't even notice when he screams:
"You shouldn't've brought Sakura-chan into this!"
The club hit Franciscus again, throwing him onto the floor. That hit was enough to kill Franciscus, but Osomatsu didn't notice. He's exhausted from lifting the club, scared from having to kill his friend even though he volunteered, but he refuses to show the Sergeant any signs of weaknesses. All those emotions swirl inside him, frantically, he keeps swinging the club over and over, battering Franciscus' prone form, until he loses count of how many times he had swung the weapon. He didn't notice how he hit the electric chair a couple times, breaking the wooden frame, he didn't notice how the concrete floor was dented from the club, he simply swung the club until his arms couldn't continue. Only then he realized what he had done.
Refusing to look at Franciscus' body, Osomatsu turns around, trembling. Without even listening to the Sergeant's words of encouragement, he drops the club, and walked quickly out of the basement, holding himself together, trying to ignore the drops of blood on him, and going straight to the motel. He couldn't believe what he had just done, and he really didn't want to do anything like that ever again.
Behind him, the Sergeant gets rid of the body.
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Last time he had been inside that execution room, he was the executioner. Now, because of his actions, he was the one getting executed. He knew what he had done was reckless and everyone would disapprove, but he didn't care. Millium was dead, Olympia deserved what he did. That was why he went into the execution room without any protests. He doesn't care he was about to die.
He doesn't even react when Dazai enters the room. Dazai was ushered into the execution room rather quickly, nobody had time to warn him. The horror is palpable when Dazai, gun in hand, realizes what he has to do. He doesn't even get to say anything before Oda says, with a tone that doesn't show the gravity of the situation, like this is something they had done a thousand times before.
“I’m sorry i have to make you do something like this. Take care of Sakura-chan”
Oda doesn't sound remotely sorry at all. He knows these were the consequences, maybe he had a feeling since the night before the Sergeant would do something like this, and he hadn't cared. Reap what you sow, that's the rule.
Dazai doesn't take it with nearly as much calm, though. Although he keeps a neutral face, he approaches, draws his arm out, and slams Oda with all his strength, hard enough for the redhead to turn his head around. Oda doesn't even try to touch his face where he was slapped.
"If you were going to say you're sorry, then you shouldn't have done it in the first place."
As if that was going to stop Oda. He knew that, everyone watching knew that. Dazai stares at Oda for a moment longer and relaxes, taking his sweet time to react. He knows he needs to delay the moment of the death for as long as possible, and not only because he was asked to. He doesn't want to kill Oda.
With an affectionate sigh, he adds:
""...after this I won't be able to simply go back to Armed Detective Agency, to the life you wanted me to live" Oda looks up, raising his eyebrows, but doesn't reply. "But I will keep my promise. I'll live. And when I do, know that I will devote the rest of my life to saving you.
Milly and Cici too"
That does get a reaction from him. Oda smiles, tired and still not regretting what he had done, but he accepts his death. Dazai raises the gun, aiming straight at Oda, but doesn't pull the trigger. They stare at each other. Oda doesn't feel how much time passes, Dazai does. He's trying to extend it for as long as possible, not only for Keith and Natalie's sakes, also for his own. Two, three minutes pass with them being content with just being there, just spending one last moment together, until the Sergeant loses his patience.
"Get done with this!"
He couldn't extend this any longer. Without further hesitation, Dazai pulls the trigger. Oda falls, somehow seeming peaceful despite his death. He simply sits on the ground and lets himself fall on his back. Smiling, knowing what he wants to do now, Dazai barely raises the gun before he finds himself immobilized, he tries to move, to do anything, but he can't. He's forced to be still while the Sergeant grabs him, throws him over his shoulder, and steps out, the executions completed successfully.
NEWSPAPER
Like clockwork, tragedy has struck our town, but this week three of the visitors - the outsiders have been killed by their own. With so many of them falling to each other, more and more of the townspeople are expressing discomfort and fear. "We can't sit back and wait while all of this escalates," says a man who wishes to remain anonymous, out of fear of retribution by these violent ruffians.
Indeed, the bailiffs had to evacuate the courtroom for the safety of the town this Friday, as the visitors showed more aggression than usual towards each other. We can only be thankful that none of us were caught in their violence...for now.
Moreover, strange noises have been reported coming from the jailhouse over night. After everything they've done to each other and our town, this reporter fears whatever the outsiders may be up to. But I assure you, citizens of Cartesio, that I will do everything in my power to figure out what it is.]
cw: suicidal thoughts
Of the people he'd cared for the most... there's no one left now. He... had...
Dazai lays on the bed for what could be days, months, years... he doesn't move. Not to eat, drink or... anything. He'll be here for a while. Failure is a bitter pill to swallow. But how fitting that he would be the only one unable to succeed in a betrayal ending in death. Again... he's forced to live a life who's end is all he seeks.
He won't be leaving his motel room at all today.]
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But once she sees the new locations on the map and sees a particular one, she immediately dashes to it, although what makes her pause is the feeling of a presence disappearing. It's nice to be able to detect people who have abilities and feel them flicker out and know exactly who it is without being there, isn't it?
Nevertheless, her destination is clear. She's running to the library in hopes of finding that one familiar face. Please be there. Please, please be there.
Of course, later on she'll be be checking the other new locations to see if she can find other faces that she can recognize, too, before finally going back to the flower shop, aware that she needs to prepare more flowers for the ones that have died. ]
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But another abandoned looking place like the rink? That gets his attention. It's a good place to check out for later. He doesn't know how this place works but he can look. Any storage areas or anything else here?
Then theres the other thing. This time only Osomatsu, Sting and Kino are approached.]
So I mentioned it to a few people last week but didn't get to look. But there's something in the graveyard. An' I don't think we can make things worse for ourselves by looking anymore.
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When they convene there, Natalie doesn't hesitate or ask him if he's ready before pushing the front doors open. They're running on limited time, after all.]
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Osomatsu feels strangely hollow today. perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he bludgeoned his new friend to death. a part of him doesn't even remember everything. he just knows that there is blood on his clothes and he spends a good amount of the rest of the day trying to get it out.
when he leaves his room on Sunday, he passes the mural and picks out the bunny and fish instantly. he almost starts to break down right there, but he doesn't. he sniffs, turns and shuffles away. there's more of this town to explore, and he keeps thinking about what Franciscus said to him before he...
anyway! we're off to the new places! he enters the records and video store with the intention of finding out more about where he is. it's investigation time. he'll check out the video section first, to see if there's anything out of the ordinary. gosh, it's been a while since he's seen tapes like this]
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Investigation!
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[Kino will definitely be taking a look around here, because you never know what might turn up in these new locations. However, when other characters find her, she'll be looking at the video recording equipment specifically. She's got a thoughtful look about her--
Hopefully this isn't signs of any bad plans or anything.]
[Abandoned Ice Skating Rink - Investigation!]
[And then it's over to here, because someone's got to check it out. Is there anything worth noting, like why it might have been abandoned in the first place...?]
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[Kino ends her day here, after going to the casino for a free buffet thanks to a ticket. She has a metal plate hanging from the branches of one of the trees for practice again, although when she spots someone else, she'll ask:]
Could you help me with this? It's simple, I promise.
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Anyway, he gets up early, as usual, and he heads to the pond, as usual. Time to go for a swim! But... you know... he finds a thing or two, and whenever he gets back to the motel, he sets up a little lost and found box, because why not? He doesn't get much out of it, but he doesn't lose anything from it. There's a slightly soggy teddy bear in there. Maybe someone else will get something out of it.
After that, shit, he'll hit the library and get some investigating going! He's going to look for historical documents and see if they've got a microfiche system there, because he's been ruminating on a few things and he really has to wonder...]
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...And then he has to do his favorite thing ever. Address a crowd. One day this will surely be less painfully awkward. He clears his throat.]
Right then. As some of you know, while the Sergeant was busy overseeing executions this morning, Natalie and I went into the Lodge. Didn't get too far, but I figured we should be talking about it anyway.
The double doors the Sergeant usually stands in front of? Opened without any resistance. He might be standing guard over it all the time because they don't lock. The doors are creaky as hell though, so you're not gonna be able to sneak in by distracting the Sergeant while he's in there.
The interior's a mess. The doors lead to a run down reception area that's dusty. Cobwebs everywhere. Furniture looked like it'd fall apart if we sneezed near it. Place looks like it's been abandoned for years. We saw a desk with a computer on it. Two doors, one on either side of the reception desk. Above the desk there was a logo of some kind -- steel colored, didn't look like the flags around town.
[His brow furrows, and for a moment his expression is unmistakably frustrated.]
Couldn't get a better look. I don't know what we did or how the security system got activated, but once we got a few feet inside the reception area, a bright light flashed and then strong winds started blowing around the furniture. Figured that was our cue to leave before the Sergeant showed up again.
[He goes quiet, looking down at the floor briefly.]
The dead told us the inside of the lodge was black. Must be a lot further inside. Sergeant's probably going to have some nasty upgrades put in place when he figures out we were there, so don't even think about trying to sneak in there for yourselves to figure that out.
[Said entirely straight faced and with zero recognition of the fact that he's probably the only one in the room who needed to be lectured on the dangers of breaking and entering.... He glances at Natalie.]
That's it. [...] So... uh. Any questions? Anyone else have new info they want to share with the class?
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MONDAY - May 7th
NEWSPAPER
Today we're bringing you a follow-up report on yesterday's noise complaints. In a shocking twist of events it turns out that not all of the outsiders are even human - or alive. We had our suspicions about the one named Olympia, but it is now confirmed that she has in fact been a robot all along, capable of self-destructive explosions. Where do the deceptions end? Are any of the outsiders what the claim to be?
This reporter has surveyed several Cartesio citizens on their opinions. There were two outsiders who were named Most Likely To Be Super-Weapons In Disguise by a majority of respondents. One is Dabi, who reportedly has flame-throwers integrated into his arms. "Can't help but wonder about that facial design though. It's the opposite of inconspicuous," an anonymous shop-keeper added.
The second is Damon Gant. "His body is big enough to hide a large variety of weaponry," says Ms. L, teacher at the local high school, "kids in my class speculate about this a lot. They don't quite grasp the gravity of the situation."
This reporter has a journalistic duty to cast reasonable doubt on the Robot-Gant theory, however. He has been sighted swimming in the local pond many times without taking any water damage.]
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Gant definitely sees that newspaper article, and he definitely loses his shit over it while reading it with his morning coffee in the motel lobby. It is the funniest thing in the world and he fucking loves it.
So you know, his week is actually pretty good now, regardless of whatever else happens. For absolute shits and giggles, he's going to head to the junkyard to very conspicuously dig around for spare parts, and then head to the hardware store and look around properly...]
Ah, if only they had some more advanced technology... I definitely need them for reasons.
[CONSPIRATORIAL WINK TO WHOEVER'S AROUND, LOCAL OR 'TOURIST']
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TUESDAY - May 8th
NEWSPAPER
The fair to celebrate the foundation of our beloved town is fast approaching, and the attitude everyone has is of doubt: will the outsiders ruin such an important milestone? This celebration is done every decade since the foundation of our town, and is usually a time for joyful partying and positivity for the future. Now there's a dark cloud hovering over it.
Some suggested to not do it this year, to make it net year, but the overwhelming majority decided to continue the tradition no matter the cost. The local police got pleas to control the outsiders and arrest them preemptively if necessary, but agent Nanette Jones refused to do that, saying 'they need irrefutable evidence to prosecute the outsiders'. Is this hinting they're bulding a case, but are lacking vital proof? This reporter's opinion is that it's only matter of time before they obtain it.
In the meanwhile, we're gathering funds for the the celebration next week, as well as volunteers for the parade, the crown jewel of our fair. If you'd like to volunteer to take part in it, please come to the local charity group.
If any outsider is reading this, please keep in mind you're not welcome to be part of the parade.]
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[Anyone who is observant about their surroundings may notice the sky spotlights from the casino have gone missing]
MOTIVE
Clock's ticking, everyone. You're running out of time, and the chances for you to do something and not stay in this town -- if you live -- are few. If your mind is set in doing nothing you'd do well in calling dibs for a bench in the park, because those motel rooms are paid only until the end of May.
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Leaving that aside, I guess it's time to stop with the offers and go for the threats. Listen: I will take away what matters to you the most. [He pauses for a moment] Something came to mind, didn't it? There's something you can't imagine your life without.
I will take it away, no matter what it is. Trust me when I say I have the power to do so.
[He waves everyone away]
The deadline is as usual. If nobody takes action, I'll make sure to show you the results of your inaction. Dismissed.
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[When Keith returns to his room later, he'll find giants letters spelling 'EET' carved onto the ceiling. The slashes are shallow but readable]
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...Do you know how to take care of plants? I'm pretty sure I'd get rotten fruit tossed at me if I ask one of the workers at the actual store.
[Later on in the day, she can be found in her room. The door is open, and the sound of music is coming out of the area. She has one of the CD players plugged in, and anyone who approaches will be able to tell it's classical music, unsurprisingly. She's laying on her bed, reading a book from the library, but she doesn't seem too adverse to company.
As the day winds to a close, she's giving another glance to the guestbook as part of her ongoing attempt to find some connection between the group as a whole. This time, though, she pauses when she gets to hers, frowning.]
...Holy shit, I completely forgot.
[It's not immediately clear what she's referring to, but the very observant might notice that her listed age has changed from sixteen to seventeen.]
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he can almost hear Choromatsu nagging him about it. ugh, he misses them so much.
for those who don't know, he now has a full-sized pachinko machine in his room, as well as that old television. both things are on right now, though, with the teevee, he's only getting static. come watch him play, ask questions about it, whatever.
later on, he heads to room 17, Franciscus' room. he doesn't particularly feel like going in there, but he needs to get the pokémon. he finds their balls lying on the bed, and he snatches them up as quickly as possible. being in the room for too long would upset him, so he gets out fast.
for the rest of the day, he's just wandering around town aimlessly, thinking about everything. feel free to choose a place to meet up with him, wherever you want]
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[Keith's still feeling kinda groggy in the morning, but he lets out a yelp as soon as he spots that "EET" carved onto his ceiling. It's fine though, the bloodstains that he still has not wiped off the walls needed new friends anyway.]
...Millium?! Hey! You still around? [...] I'm talking to you. Don't you dare pull a Gabe on me!
[Nothing, Getting up fast, he throws on some shoes, clears a path to the door and--]
Hey, come here and look at this.
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[Anyone passing by, Katsuki's old room (sorry Katsuki, all of Keith's dead neighbors got their rooms turned into storage units apparently) will find the door open and Keith inside playing that fighting game from the casino. He's playing the game with the most deadpan expression, you can just see the JOY he feels playing this dumb thing radiating from him, as he's working towards achieving a new high score. He also may or may not be launching a vicious combo attack against "Gabe" because what is maturity. He's muttering under his breath:]
Forcing me to play this crap. You're the worst ghosts.
[Once he does get to a high score screen, you can see the names he's chosen are: srgcanreviveu notolympiatho and TALKTOME]
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WEDNESDAY - May 9th
NEWSPAPER
The spotlights that used to decorate the casino have gone missing. What used to be a landmark to find the casino are now gone. What's strange is that none of the many cameras of the casino recorded anything, and the outsiders were seen in places far away from the casino.
In a recent edition we pointed out one of the outsiders used to be a robot, and we polled the residents of our beloved town to see if anyone else could be a mechanical creation. Could it be others have tricks up their sleeves? In recent times, there are rumors that one of them, known as Hawks, may truly have wings. Although the general opinion towards the outsiders is negative, people seems to be interested in Hawks, and would approach to ask him directly under different circumstances.
We'd like to point that, if these rumors are true, then we have a handy suspect for the missing spotlights. If it turns out the named Hawks is innocent, this reporter would like to interview Hawks. No hard feelings.]
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You might expect him to be up to something, flipping through so many books. But it's hard to believe he's really reading them the way he slips through. But there's one that-- to get to the end, he stops with his hand frozen on the page.]
"People exist to save themselves"...
[He's heard this before. This line. It was... Ah. He'd forgotten. Oh but how vividly it returns. He can hear it...
Dazai takes the book with him. He'll return it. Probably.
The rest of the night finds him lying on the grass in the park staring at the stars with the book from earlier tucked inside his pocket alongside his own less charming book on you know what.
It's... peaceful... which feels nice, which-- feels wrong. And so he hums a meloncholy tune under his breath. It fills the air with something more fitting for his current state of emotions.]
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During other parts of the day, she can be found at the community kitchen. People might find her making one of two things: pancakes-- which she'll share with anyone if they ask, and a no-bake cheesecake that she managed to learn from Chiharu-chan back at home.
When she's not hard at work cooking things up, however, she's in the library. This time, she's looking for books on either magic or technology to see if she'll actually find anything that might possibly help them. ]
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THURSDAY - May 10th
NEWSPAPER
[Today's edition comes later than usual. Perhaps because the big events happened so early in the morning?]
Our graveyard turned into a battlefield last night. Not only did the outsiders wreck our founder's resting place, they kidnapped Mr. Davis Williams, owner of the local bar, and held him against his will in the graveyard. Only the quick action of the local police and fire force, as well as the intervention of several of the residents of Cartesio, stopped this from turning into a tragedy.
The cleanup efforts to restore the graveyard to normal are underway. In the meantime, we can't let once another offense go free!
Mr. Williams is currently hospitalized. Everything points he's not in danger, although the official statement of the police is that when he was rescued, he was disoriented, possibly drugged.This undoubtedly was the visitors' measure to keep him subdued. If several of the residents hadn't seen them suspiciously take a chest into the graveyard at midnight, we may not have ever found out his location. We wish Mr. Williams a speedy recovery.
[Strangely enough, the townspeople's antagonism towards everyone doesn't increase. That's a good thing! The first good thing everyone managed to do, somehow. During the day, some random bystanders look like they want to approach the tourists, but change their mind and walk away. Curiosity? Wanting to ask their reasons for what happened the night before? Is it because of Mason's intervention?
Who knows. The only thing that's certain is that this is an improvement.]
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[While everyone was busy in the graveyard, something seems to have happened at the motel and at the park. The windows and walls of the motel are covered with plants. Raspberry flowers, for the most part. Natalie's window has a dittany of crete.
On the park, there's a cube, of the size of a garden shed. A closer examination will show it's made of...Olympia's arms. Somehow. Right to its side, there's a pair of legs made of molten and then solidified metal, possibly obtained from more of Olympia's arms]]
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