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

[quickpersuader]

[Let's see... now should be about right--]

That's our cue. He's free to go.

[cartesio]

[Dazai over there is freeing Davis. You all did a good job, you fulfilled the objective. That's why it's time to go.

Once the cops and firemen left, everyone leaving may notice something strange while leaving. You'll pass near a couple upended coffins. It's...odd...

Take a closer look?]

[quickpersuader]

[Of course.]

[marmoron]

[Time to help. Doo doo doo.]

[cartesio]

Take a good look here, guys

[robitussin]

...Um.

[Yeah, let's check that out.]

[pursuitofdeath]

[...oh good lord what now...]

[cartesio]

The usual: some weirdness

ENDING

[cartesio]

[The coffins were hit with a blast of water earlier. Do you know how potent a firehose can be? Not shabby at all. It doesn't help the coffins were buried close to the surface. Several of the coffins were forcibly opened by the force of the water and of the cars running all over them.

That's why, no matter what coffin you examine in the graveyard, you'll find there's nothing in them. There's dirt and stuff, but not a single corpse is to be found in the graveyard. There aren't even any bones.

And this time, you can be certain nobody's going to deliver those missing corpses to your doorstep and trick you into keeping a hostage]

[robitussin]

[...Softly:]

Well, that's terrifying. Cool.

[marmoron]

[She's getting a hand on her shoulder if she allows it.]

Least we know how to kill zombies.

[robitussin]

[She's tense enough that she nearly flinches, but then she glances over and sees who it is.]

Hopefully the zombie invasion at least waits until tomorrow, though. Or... later today, I guess.

[marmoron]

[There's a tired smile at that.]

Yeah. Polite zombies would be great. We should all get some sleep.

[robitussin]

Yeah. We can deal with any potential zombie neighbors tomorrow.

[Once they manage to squeeze some shut eye in.]

...Glad you're okay.

[marmoron]

We've got this.

[But there's no denying that just thinking about it is tiring. Nonetheless, the sentiment is a sincere one. He still doesn't quite get why Natalie keeps offering to do dangerous shit with him, but...]

Same here. [...] Meaning I'm glad you're okay.

[quickpersuader]

[...Wait.]

Sarge... vanished bodies?

[That was what the ghosts said, wasn't it?]

[robitussin]

Why would he do that?

[quickpersuader]

I'm not sure. But that's what the ghosts said, isn't it?

[robitussin]

Keith said it was... People can vanish, if I'm remembering right.

[quickpersuader]

...He did the same thing to the bodies of the executed, too.

[Hmmmm.]

[marmoron]

And he can apparently bring them back.

[Does nobody fucking die in this town for real.]

[quickpersuader]

...Well, let's not act hastily. I... still need sleep.

[That was like two hours, Sarge.]

We should discuss this sometime later.

[robitussin]

I guess the big question is still... Why?

[clearities]

Nothing?! No wonder why I... [ It all makes sense now. ]

[relieable]

[yeah... no... that's enough bullshit for tonight. he is Tired. and he's usually all for stupid stuff happening.

but kidnapping people, missing dead bodies... that's not in his wheelhouse. none of this is. he tucks his hands into his hoodie pocket and starts to head back to the motel.

he was fully prepared to go to jail tonight. but... yay? they're safe?]