Everything's getting worse. Rose Nylund and Frasier Crane murdered Jughead Jones during the event Jughead worked so hard to organize. Given some of the townspeople were in attendance, it didn't give a good impression -- if the visitors did this when trying to be good people and get along with Cartesio, then how will they behave once they get into destroying everything? The cruel method of Jughead's death also left everyone quite horrified, too.
That may be why it's no surprise the town's quiet unrest is slowly turning into real, tangible fury.
During the week, from time to time stones break some of the windows of the motel, looking outside shows a random passerby running away. Graffiti is left on the walls: 'SEE IF YOU LIKE THIS' 'MURDERERS' 'YOU'RE GOING TO DESTROY US ALL', and other similar messages. Some of the store owners hesitate when the visitors approach, but they don't refuse service because money is always nice.
The Sergeant's pervasive influence is starting to cover not only you, but also the entire town of Cartesio. After all, everything that's happening to you and the motel? It's the result of what you and the other visitors have done.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again.
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cartesianism2018-10-28 10:35 am
investigation
it's not pretty, but it'll do.
besides that, oda will brace the cold in order to attack the graffiti with a bucket of paint and a brush, obviously making an attempt to cover up the horrible message written on the front. it doesn't even seem like he's bothered by the cold, but you can tell that his cheeks and nose are red from all the time outside.
and, lastly...oda will be taking up the challenge to investigate the new abandoned building that's shown up! it's late afternoon so maybe the lighting isn't so great but hey, repairing the motel takes time, okay? ]
Investigation
Can you get it out of the way?]
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good thing oda is strong and can move the metallic shelf, enough for him to fit through. ]
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The shelf falls apart, it was so old the corners were all rusty. Oda's able to enter a rather large space. There are a few mirrors on the walls, most of them intact, albeit rather dusty. A few plants are almost dead.
A few tables have objects on them!]
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anyways, he notices the mirrors with some interest, but he'll go to the nearest table to see what objects are on it! ]
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Do you know what these are, Oda?]
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Is this a hair blower?
[ don't blame him he can barely shave properly.
either way, he'll just...go to another table to check anything else. ]
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cleaning
...You want a hand with that?
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[ oda does seem to be struggling with keeping the bags stuck to the windowpane and getting tape ready, but he hasn't wanted to ask anyone for help yet...or at all, actually. ]
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[She steps closer, moving so she can press one of the bags to the windowpane.]
Easier?
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Thanks. I was having trouble with it.
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...You could have asked pretty much anybody here, you know.
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tori i'm going to fight you
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It doesn't take long for Dazai to notice he's there.
And the something gets pushed into Oda's hands. It's a colorful combination of hyacinth and tulips.
...well then.]
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[ oda stands there, a blank look on his face as he continues to hold the flower bouquet. he doesn't understand it. what does this mean? why would dazai give him something like that?
and yet, he holds the flowers a little closer. if dazai's observation skills are as sharp as usual, then he should notice the light blush on his cheeks. ]
Thanks.
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...the store owner said they’re good flowers for an apology.
[Which means—]
So it doesn’t make any sense if you thank me for them. Accepting them is enough.
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[The fact that Dazai hadn’t thought that far ahead just reminds him how badly he’s been distracted. But it may as well be as good of a transition as he is going to get for the discussion he really wants to have.]
...Oda, I have a problem.
[It’s always serious when he’s not using Oda’s nickname.]
I think there’s something. Wrong with me.
[...yes, that is exactly how he’s choosing to word this bullshit. It’s how he feels though, okay?]
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[ oda stays silent, but it's obvious from his knit eyebrows that he's concerned over whatever dazai thinks is wrong with him.
it's not like odasaku doesn't understand. after all, he knows very well that dazai is not like anyone he's ever met before. he's lonely and stuck in this world of darkness, bored of everything around him. he's someone that calls--no, cries for help, but no one knows how to help him.
oda is no exception to this. that, he knows and hates himself for.
but he'll reach out to take dazai's hand anyways, holding it gently. ]
What's wrong?
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painting the outdoors
Seeing Oda work outdoors to fix it though, Cian has to smile a little. Oda's always there when something needs fixing. It's nice. ]
Oda-san! Shouldn't you take a break and warm up soon?
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[ oda stops painting when he hears her, turning towards her voice. it's only when she mentions taking a break does he realize that he's been at this for a while now. ]
I guess I should, huh? I've just been focusing on fixing this...
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[ Not that covering it up will really help change their situation. ]
But it's really cold out here, you shouldn't disregard your health like that. Do you want a hot tea when you come inside?
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[ now, even if it'll look a bit irregular, at least they won't have to deal with being reminded of what the sergeant has basically forced them to go through. ]
Tea'd be nice, actually. It'll help me warm up a bit.
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[ She's in her element when it comes to providing basic assistance to people. It came naturally to her at home, having been raised to do it, but it's somehow wound up being... somewhat fun here. In a world where it isn't quite as self-explanatory. ]
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[He just walks throw the glassshards without a beat. His boots can handle it fine.]