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]

How nice...

[Let's take the key. Since that's not reckless at all. And see if we can open it up.

...good lord help them.]

[robitussin]

Wait, careful before you...

[She says, entirely too late.]

...Cool.

[protectandselfserve]

...in fairness, I think if we just left the chest here it’d probably open up to have a note that said “The tourists did it” rather than a body.

[robitussin]

[She sighs.]

I didn’t say not to do it. I said to be careful before he did it. Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore.

[pursuitofdeath]

[Sorry Natalie. YOLO.]

[quickpersuader]

[She backs away to let Dazai do this.]

[marmoron]

[Sword is in hand. Just in case.]

[cartesio]

[The lock opens easily. The clamp undoes, the steel moves, and the chest opens by itself, like it has springs on the lid...or so you'd think. The truth is worse.

Someone's opening the chest from inside.

Davis Williams sits up, moving groggily. He's confused, disoriented, bliking blearily at everybody.

And, behind him, pinned to the lid of the box, is another note:

'This is the deal:

Keep Davis Williams in this graveyard until 6:00 AM. If you do, I will personally ensure you can never be arrested. All proof will disappear, and you'll be free. Everyone will be powerless.

If Davis Williams sets even a foot out of the graveyard, you all will have the rest of your lives to think about what you did wrong, once you're jailed.'

Surprise!]

[clearities]

[ DOUBLY SCREAMS ]

[quickpersuader]

[...................Does he look full zombo here or.]

[cartesio]

[Nope. Davis Williams, owner of the tavern, in flesh and blood]

[robitussin]

[+1 ON THE SCREAM TRAIN]

[pursuitofdeath]

[Oh what the fuck. Why do you give him someone alive?]

...can we just kill him?

[fUCK.]

[relieable]

NO.

[clearities]

We're not killing him!! [ oh my god Dazai ]

[robitussin]

Why is that your first thought?!

[cartesio]

[ All the screaming, and now this? This man's just a humble tavern-worker, he is not prepared for it.

His eyes don't really focus on any of them, but he tries to back up in the box, slipping on one hand. ]

D- don't, please! I-I've... I've got...got a...

[ As he speaks, the words are a little slurred. ]

[protectandselfserve]

..............

I think we should lock Dazzy in the chest for that little comment and go get our pal Willie some ice cream and baked goods for the graveyard party.

[pecker]

I think that depends on how difficult he makes it for us.

[she's actually very for it. Who wants to stay in the graveyard til fucking sunrise.]

[marmoron]

[Alright. Time to fucking point a sword at our new buddy, Davis.]

How the hell are you alive?!

[cartesio]

D- wha...? I- a-are you gonna k-kill me...?

[ Stammering, slurring, generally looking a mess. ]

[protectandselfserve]

Will all of you stop threatening the man Sarge clearly drugged and shoved in a box.

[protectandselfserve]

[gant just fucking starts laughing holy shit]

[icariot]

[well shit. Hawks didn’t sign up to live a horror movie scenario.]

...I can put him on the mausoleum roof? Should be easy enough to keep him up there.

[He won’t open any closets for anyone though. He’s not being the murdered blond in this movie]

[streetwolf]

Woah.

[What the shit is this?]

...What the hell did you drink man? You should lie back down.

[Bullshit mode 100%]