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
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]]