cartesianism | Week 7: May 13th

Seventh Week

The tense truce that had covered Cartesio was over. The town, feeling betrayed after having given a chance to the outsiders, pushed back. Enraged, they started getting even more daring, starting to get into the tourists' only safe haven: their motel rooms. They don't manage to break in, but it's not unusual to hear thumping on the doors, someone trying to get in. The windows are almost perpetually broken, there's so much graffiti on the ground floor of the motel, both inside and outside, it's hard to know what each one is saying. Can't be anything good, that's the only thing that's certain. The lounge's furniture has been tore to pieces, the lobby only has the guestbook intact, and the planters in middle of the motel are broken, the soil and plants strewn around.

The residents of Cartesio are near their breaking point. The despair, fury, and desire to get rid of the outsiders so everyone can return to their peaceful lives, have covered the town. It won't take long before they reach their breaking point, and if they do...what will happen to the visitors?

The Sergeant's grip on the town is total, and next week is the one marked as END. It seems like there's no way out, like the Sergeant won.

But you can't lose hope. You have to remember: now that you're on your darkest hour, the only way lef to go is upwards. Things can get better, you have to make it happen!

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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[it's best that he's not alone anyway. they should all stick together! he waits for his ball to return, staring at the fallen pins for a moment]

You're tellin' me! I don't think I've ever not been home on my birthday.

Well... At least you can look forward to getting home back right after, I guess.

I mean, sure, if I don't end up dying any time soon. [it is Thursday, after all]

[After a moment:]

Don’t say that. You’re not going to die.

[HM. this reminds him of something the Sergeant said to him when he spoke to him. Osomatsu looks down for a moment, then back up to Natalie and nods, a bit more determined]

I'm definitely gonna try to stay alive as long as possible.

[She nods at that, something close to a smile coming to her face.]

Good. I'm holding you to that, you know.

[it's the same for her. he wants them both to get out alive. the bowling ball finally is returned to him and he reaches for it]

What's the first thing you're gonna do when you get home?

[After a moment, she shakes her head.]

I don't have a medal.

[ah................?

it takes him a second to realize what she is saying. then his eyes widen]

What?

[She shrugs.]

I didn’t kill anyone, and I tried to stop his bullshit every Wednesday. It makes sense.

Yeah, but...

[but what? she's right, isn't she? his shoulders shake a bit. he doesn't know what to say to her]

[Another few moments pass uncomfortably, before:]

Don't worry about it. I'm sure we'll figure it out.

[yeah, uncomfortably]

...You have to get out with us, Natalie. Isn't that the main goal, here?

I'm pretty sure the main goal is to not die...?

[squint]

I thought it was, at first... But then we started talkin' to people who may or may not be ghosts, and then there's interest in a rescue mission, and I dunno what the goal is anymore!

[he rolls his ball down the lane in frustration, then turns to look at Natalie]

If one of us dies, I'm gonna be mad, but... Even if that happens, the others would rescue us, right? We're tryin' to get everyone home again. Even those that we've lost.

[A pause, and then a half laugh.]

Maybe we can have both of those goals. They both sound good to me.

[ah. her half-laugh actually makes him relax a bit. he didn't realize how tense he was]

...They do, actually. [he rubs the back of his head] I really don't wanna die.