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

[streetwolf]

[This morning he leaves the ice rink. Though anyone there at dawn might hear him moving as he rolls up his blanket and shoves that in his bag. Or just sitting on the desk in the office eating bread.

For the first half of the day he can be found wandering. He stops by the remains of the diner, giving it a nod and a murmur about missing it. It's barely audible, you think he's openly admitting being sad it's gone? You thought wrong. But he's heading to the casino to whale on the punch bags. That's literally all he's doing, beating the crap out this poor bag.

Before he finds somewhere to sleep that night he's heading to the tavern. And he's not going to be staying here long, cause screw that, these guys are too rowdy. So the bartender gets his normal wave.]

Hey. Remember that offer last week. I think I'll be taking you up on that, can I have it to go? I don't know if I can stay too long.

[It's cheeky. And so is the grin he tosses over the bar. He's only planning on drinking one there at the most. And he's staying at the bar, whose going to start a fight if he's right there?]