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.
Links
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These are for the crust, huh?
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ANYWAY]
Yeah, sure! [he pulls out the biscuits and lays them on the counter. then he grabs a rolling pin. he considers the best way to do this. if he's too rough, the biscuits will go everywhere! so he just starts rolling the tool over them, gradually crushing them, then stopping to scoop them back into a pile, and crushes more.
strangely therapeutic...]
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[so that's where the microwave comes in. Osomatsu gathers his pile of crumbs up, then goes to open the butter and puts it in the safe bowl. no metal bowls! that goes into the microwave]
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Can you show me?
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[ She does in fact, knead with her bare hands in the bowl, nice and neatly. ]
It's like this.
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the biscuits go in there, right? so he puts the crumbs into the bowl with the butter and then starts folding them together with a spatula. he's seen his mother do this, and he's trying not to make a mess of everything, so he's being gentle... maybe too gentle]
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Then we have to microwave the powdered gelatin in water.
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What should we do first?
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for now, the butter and crumbs mixture is going into the cake cold first]
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Now we have to just stamp down the mixture in the mold and then wait for the gelatin to finish.
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[he'll stamp down the mixture the way she tells him to, creating the crumb crust. he cannot believe that he's actually doing this, actually making something... even though it's no-bake, it's still a big feat!]