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

investigation (?)

[amburere]

[ Dabi's at the record store today, poking around some of the equipment here. Mostly he's looking around the video section for something in particular. If you stick around look enough, you can see him pick out a DVD player and a small TV. No movies, though he does rifle through the horror section before changing his mind.

DVD player and TV in tow, he takes it back to his room and sets it up; careful to lock the door. He's waited long enough, so what's on this Cartesio Security Footage?

Come evening, Dabi's in the tavern, with this week's newspapers spread out on the bar. There's a half-finished glass of whiskey in front of him, and though he goes through all of the papers, Monday's garners the most attention. ]

Nice! Different than the headlines at home, but not bad.

record store

[unfashionably]

[ He saw that horror movie rifling, friend!!! And he can't help but pop out while Dabi's looking through them because apparently that's what he does. ]

Is it movie night? [ Is it a date? Are you having a movie night date, Dabi. ]

[amburere]

[ By now he's used to running into Sting at random locations. He tilts his head with a slight grin. ]

Dunno, aren't Wednesday's usually vandalism night? [ Vandalism date night clearly, you got him. ]

[unfashionably]

Are you saying you can't do both? [ Some light to medium vandalism in the evening followed by returning to the motel and cuddling while watching horror movies. This actually sounds like a respectable date to him minus the vandalism.

Like, maybe pranks? Replace pranks with vandalism and he's all in. ]

[amburere]

Last week's was enough excitement for one night. Who knows what he's got planned for us in a few hours. [ Arson makes him sleepy, ok. More like a content cat after a successful hunt than actually tired, but details, details.

Clearly Dabi needs to ask Sting out to show him a proper date night. ]

[unfashionably]

Nothin' good. [ He frowns when he says this. For now, there's not a lot he can do about it though, so he moves on and leans on whatever's around. As long as that thing isn't Dabi, he doesn't lean on Dabi, ok.

Clearly. Hawks will benefit from this great sacrifice! ]

Still, a movie night doesn't sound bad. If you do have one, you should invite me over.

[amburere]

[ Not leaning on Dabi will pay off apparently. A few seconds of silence pass (which may be awkward with that offer hanging in the air), where Dabi looks from Sting and then back to the collection of horror movies. Finally, he speaks up. ]

Pick something.

[unfashionably]

Awesome! [ Wow, he's getting an invite!! And immediately??? He was thinking more in the future but immediately is good too. Don't mind him as he starts sorting through the bin with nimble fingers. ]

So what's your poison? [ He could go for something light himself but horror is okay. Flip, flip, flip. Pause. There's fire on this ones cover!! He holds it up, look, how's this! ]

[amburere]

Later tonight, got stuff to do first. 8PM works. [ And Dabi is actually punctual when it comes to meeting times, so you better not be late Sting! He looks with mild interest as Sting flips through the movies. ]

Not something too long, doubt the Sarge will give us the night off. [ That movie, huh? Well it has fire on the cover so... ]

Guess you know my taste.

[unfashionably]

"Stuff to do"? Are you planning on getting snacks or something...? [ Raising an eyebrow at that. Like, what do you have to do??? He's pretty interested, more than he is at sorting through the movies again.

Since this has fire it's Good Enough. Also, yeah, uh. Sarge probably won't, which earns a frown but nothing else. For now. ] Hey, I can't take all the credit for this. You were the one in the horror section, my chances of picking something you'd like weren't bad.

Investigation

[cartesio]

[Godspeed, Dabi.

The disc starts on March 30th, and lasts 24 hours. It's evening, the sunset is illuminating everything with orange hues through the windows. It seems to be some sort of office place, cubicles fill everything as far as the eye can see.

Pretty different from the big empty space everyone has been seeing in that building.

Doesn't seem like there's people in there, at least until six people with military uniform enter. All of them have gas masks, and the uniforms conceal any features. Dabi will notice those are the same than the uniform he may have seen in his room already]

[amburere]

[ Yeah, that detail doesn't go unnoticed. He also sees where this is going, but on with the show. ]

[cartesio]

[Everyone burns down the place. Everyone starts wrecking everything, one of them even uses fire they seem to magically summon. The place goes up in flames quickly.

Once all the cubicle walls have been burned to the ground, everyone moves to the manager's office. A few minutes later, it closes down, the heavy shutter slamming against the floor.

No matter how long Dabi watches, it doesn't seem the group gets out through here. The date soon changes to 31st, at midnight.

That's when the entire place lights up. It's midnight, but it's like a bright light turned on inside, but the lightbulbs Dabi may seem in the recording are still off. It's like the light is coming from the air itself, and it's so intense many would think it's daytime. There seems to be nobody around, though.]

[amburere]

[ !! Fire. That grabs his interest for obvious reasons, so is there anything specific he can pick up about that infiltrator?

...weird how they don't come back out that way. He's been in that room and doesn't think he saw a means of escape, but he'll think on that more when the footage is done. And that bright light is even weirder, his only baseline is that it could be from a quirk but there's no one around is there? ]

[cartesio]

[The fire appeared in the air, seemingly summoned by one of the Sergeant's former lackeys. He's tall, thin, and strides around in a rather carefree manner. Not many people are that tall, but Dabi is unlikely to have seen Axel before, so...yep!

The light doesn't seem to come from anyone. It stays there for a minute, before the room starts to change. Dust materializes out of thin air. Tiles crack, wet spots appear on the walls and dry up, leaving behind damage. The glass shatters. It all is happening slowly, without an obvious source.

And among all of it, darkness keep appearing and disappearing, on the walls, the floor, in the middle of the air. The video doesn't seem to record the darkness properly, wherever it appears the video glitches more. The odd part is that only the darkness glitches, the rest of the screen shows no errors]

[amburere]

[ Tall, thin and spiky hair must be a common attribute for fire users. Dabi doesn't recognize him, but noted anyway. And he certainly doesn't recognize whatever the hell is going on in this room, it's almost like watching Shigaraki's decay quirk happen in an environment instead of on a person. Those splotches of darkness don't make much sense either.

Maybe things will get clearer as the video goes on... ]

[cartesio]

[The lightbulb explodes, the wall paint peels, some of the floor tiles are blasted upwards and hit the ceiling. The light that filled the room blinks a few times, the darkness disappears, and finally...it all stops. As suddenly as it all started, the changes stop.

Judging by what the clock of the video shows, the room aged several years of abandonment in mere twenty minutes, ending just like Dabi saw it like when he entered the place for the first time.

Last, the camera lens cracks slowly. A thin line appears from the bottom, zigzagging upwards until, with a crash that's actually heard through the video, the lens shatters, the feed is gone. The only sign the camera is working is that the timer continues, all the way to April 1st -- the day everyone was brought.

Records and Video Store: second exploration finished.
Records and Video Store: Exploration Complete]

tavern

[robitussin]

[Now that the diner is burned down, this is an easy place to come to think, somehow. Mechanical bull and tipsy townspeople not withstanding, it's somewhere she frequents. There's a glance his way as he speaks, though.]

...Do I want to know what your threshold for nice is?

[amburere]

What, you think I'm bein' insincere? [ He seems to be in a good mood today, so he'll probably be amenable to explaining for once ]

[robitussin]

...No, that was a pretty honest question on my end.

[And her voice is sincere, too.]

[amburere]

[ Oh, in that case. ]

Usually there's a kill count involved. But their description [ Points at the newspaper. ] isn't that far off.

[robitussin]

[She tilts her head.]

But it's not about you, is it?

[amburere]

Monday's is. Wednesday's ain't bad either though. [ Here, he'll point to them both. ]

[robitussin]

[She was paying attention to Wednesday's, but she gives a small noise of amusement when she looks over Monday's once more.]

Well? Are you a super weapon in disguise?

[amburere]

Depends on the criteria. Think my body count at least puts me in the general category. [ Shades of the early week, where he's happily bragging about this stuff. ]