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
Slight investigation
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.
the other thing
he seems... surprised when Wayne approaches him, because he is. he doesn't think anyone wants to talk to him anymore]
...You wanna go snooping around the graveyard? [THAT DOES NOT SOUND EVEN REMOTELY SAFE]
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That's right... There's something in the building there. Someone trashed it and wrote on one of the coffins. I can't move the stuff in there alone though to look properly.
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I can help if there's another one of those puzzles, I suppose... And I'll do what I can to help move things.
[But, y'know. She smol.]
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[ Also collected earlier! o/ ]
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he looks at the group, then sighs, rubbing the side of his head]
...I... dunno how helpful I'll be. But if you want me to come along, too, I will.
investigation?
[He shrugs and it's time to get there without being noticed. Actually no, he probably should bring this bit up. And he shifts the bag he's picked up. It's nowhere near as full as when he left the motel with it.]
I picked these up last week. Probably best if I carry them till we're there though.
[He opens the bag just enough to show enough torches for everyone and a pair of crowbars.]
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Let's see if maybe we don't have t'use 'em.
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[Shall we head in?]
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Let's go, team! o7 ]
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It all depends on how much damage you want to make to this very invaluable and important mausoleum. All that matters is that you get inside!]
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It looks like they ain't though. Might want to hold your breath.
[That egg's either going to smell worse, or it's gone.]
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...We can get in through there.
[Which she is going to attemp!]
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man, this is a bad idea!]
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The smell of eggs is far stronger inside the mausoleum, because it's not well ventilated. Careful when getting in, guys. Nobody has cleaned this place. Whatever dust was disturbed weeks ago is back in its place, and now there's a weird film of slime on the floor. Rotting eggs, most likely.
Other than that, there doesn't seem to have been any changes. The coffin, the gargoyles, even the hammer and chisel, everything is still where Wayne saw it last time. The carving looks older now -- that's the only change]
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Are these... eggs?
[But she'll go ahead and check out the coffin, looking curiously to Wayne once he's in. What do we have here?]
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Worth noting, though, is that there's a dirty plaque on the very bottom:
'James Williams 1872 - 1965
His resting place is his reward for making this town happen'
If anyone here remembers the townspeople's names, they may realize that's the same last name than the tavern's owner and bartender, Davis. Neato!]
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Wait, I'll get that. [ Behold as Sting crawls kind of awkwardly through a window! For a guy with sharp senses and high physical skill, it's unexpectedly pathetic. Maybe it's because of the smell? 'cause it really smells.
Anyway, once he's in heave-ho! How tough is this thing to lift and what's up with it? ]
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Someone lend Sting a hand, a stone cover that hasn't been moved in decades is a tough thing to move]
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...Unless someone dies via ice skate. Then someone found something important I guess?
Any other floors or office type things before he sets up camp?]
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