Week 6: May 6th - 10th

[cartesio]

Sixth Week

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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Comments

[pursuitofdeath]

[It's completely unfair of him to burden her with such a question. But part of him had to ask. Was there an answer he couldn't see that someone else could? Maybe there was something he was missing. But as he should have expected, she'd no more certain than he is. He lifts his hand and gives the younger girl a pat on the head.]

...for a brief time, I was happy.

[He can't deny it more than he can deny that he lives and breathes.]

But finding another such miracle isn't so likely.

[It's a lot of honesty, for someone who usually filters nearly everything he says about himself. In more than one way he's gotten a bit soft here. Several people were responsible for the guard he's let down-- even if right now, it's more that he's too tired to put it back up and recreate that effort at the moment.]

But there's still time to think about these things. We have more pressing matters to get through together first, hmm?

[robitussin]

[What he says first encourages her, but then he continues on, and her breath catches slightly. It's his last words that throw her, and she shakes her head almost unconsciously; she doesn't want to leave it there. It feels too dangerous to leave it there.

While normally she would recoil, she barely reacts to the touch; she just studies his face for a moment more.]

No, we can... We can think about it now. I can listen.

[While she retraces the words she's spoken to find some that might actually help him, words that she's sure exist somewhere.]