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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cartesianism2018-11-04 01:52 am
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I don't know what you mean by that.
[And it's true, he doesn't. He keeps his eyes on the table, breathing out. Now's about the time he's starting to feel like he wants to get up and be all "BYE SEE YOU LATER" but that would only make her question seem all the more valid.]
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I don't mean anything, I just want to make sure nothing's wrong. You're acting...
[Well, given the way he's taking a breath and staring at the table, she has to wonder.]
Are you angry or something? Because if you are, I have no idea what I did, sorry.
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[Said in this hideously defensive tone as he does finally force himself to look at her again.]
You didn't do anything wrong. I'm -- [He's trying his hardest not to scowl, not to actually be so exasperated and mortified, but none of it's really working.] ... I just don't like saying embarrassing things, alright?
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[rip, keith.]
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[ABORT, ABORT, ABORT.]
Just.. forget it.
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...Wait, what exactly am I forgetting? I don’t even know what you’re talking about anymore.
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I like you. I guess.
[This is... the worst sentence he's ever had to say in his life. Thanks for nothing, Natalie??]
Sorry if that's weird. I'll see you later.
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[Lightbulb in 3... 2...]
—Wait, what?!
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You're really going to make me repeat myself.
[Why are you trying to murder him it's not even Thursday night....]
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[She breathes out a sigh, stressed, pushing a hand through her hair.]
I... know what I want to say, but can we talk about this after we make sure neither of us are dead by Sunday?
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Keith makes a valiant effort to maintain eye contact for a few more seconds, but this isn't what he thought she would say and now that her response is just this nebulous thing hanging in the air rather than some 'that's cute, but no' type of response he has even less of a clue what to do with it.]
... You don't have to say anything, alright?
[It's fine, it's all FINE. He'll get up and won't look flustered at all.]
Later.
[As he just.... leaves the books he was reading behind, So smooth.]
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Wait, these are your books—
[...And then he's gone. Oops.]