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]

[...great.]

We're getting visitors.

[streetwolf]

This is planned isn't it? It's a fucking set up.

[quickpersuader]

[Hey Mr guy with muscle]

Help me pull the door shut before they get here.

[cartesio]

[From beyond the door, the voices approach. If you're going to do so, you better hurry!]

[streetwolf]

Right, yeah...

[Pulling door.]

Might wanna get start getting people out the window.

[quickpersuader]

[GONNA HELP PULL THAT THING SHUT. She's got her face tucked behind the collar of her borrowed clothes as she does so.]

[cartesio]

[While the door is closing, the group that had stayed near the back moves. It seems the door trying to close was something they were watching out for.

Running, the group divides, going towards the sides of the mausoleum, they're going for the windows!]

[streetwolf]

[Hoods up, all of them!]

I think they already know we're here, so barricade?

[quickpersuader]

Windows!

[Kino looks around. Anything they can use in here for barricades?]

[cartesio]

[There's gargoyles, there's candlesticks, there's...a coffin cover, if you guys can manage to move it...

Not the most convenient items!

And even less convenient when a rock flies through one of the windows, shattering it. A foot follow suit, kicking away pieces of glass to make the hole bigger]

[streetwolf]

Fuck-!

[His hand reaches into his hoodie then stops. Right, be calm, keep the fire in and all that shit.]

Any ideas? I'd shoot a warning shot and hope that clears enough space but I don't think that'd go down too well.

[quickpersuader]

[Well if Wayne doesn't do it, she will. Drawing her semiautomatic pistol, she carefully considers the window, aiming two bullets so as to not actually hit the person trying to get inside.

Why do we let Kino do things anymore.]

[streetwolf]

What if they have guns to? We can't exactly dodge in here.

[Kino for fucks sake]

[cartesio]

[The bullets crashes through the remaining glass, the person who was behind gets spooked. There's an audible yelp, but nobody seems to have gotten hurt.

It did alert them there's dangerous people inside, though. More rocks fly through the windows, on both sides of the mausoleum, and this time, everyone's trying to break into further with tools like pitchforks and shovels.

On the door, you can hear people shouting:]

Push!

[And then something slams against the door. It repeats over and over]

[relieable]

[might as well just surrender now and go to jail. at least if they were in jail, maybe the Sergeant wouldn't bother them anymore]

Should we hide?

[streetwolf]

I think they might be looking for us.

[robitussin]

[Holding his bandages:]

...On second thought, maybe I should gag him instead?

[cartesio]

[ As they get closer, there's the sound of a voice calling out, one those who've visited the hunting shop will find familiar: ]

Davis! Davis, you here?! Come on, buddy, give a shout!

[marmoron]

[Before Davis can do ANY SUCH THING, Keith will just slap his hand over the dude's mouth.

Precautins.]

[robitussin]

Hold him for a second.

[She's absolutely going to use these bandages to do just what she mentioned a second ago. Sorry, Dazai.]

[cartesio]

[ He's not going to really fight you. His movement is sluggish. Natalie, you're familiar with people on way too man drugs, aren't you? It's a lot like that. Just a lot of depressants. ]

[robitussin]

[DON'T CALL HER OUT LIKE THIS BRACKET TEXT]

...Jesus christ, someone really did a number on him.

[Three guesses as to who, but.]

[marmoron]

Yeah. Looks like it.

[FUcking Sarge.]

We should just put him back in the chest. Let him sleep it off while we handle everything else.

[Chest might also muffle any noises Davis might make.]

[robitussin]

[She frowns, but nods.]

It has enough space that air can get in, right?

[marmoron]

We can find out.

[Time to uh... pick Davis up like a sack of potatoes and see if we can stuff him back intot he chest from whence he came???]