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.
Links
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[Just... checking.]
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[ Surely a very tempting offer from a girl who never did foundation. ]
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[Sounding so uncertain here. He does trust Cian not to go wild and make him uncomfortable though, and he does want to know how better to disguise himself.]
Just don't do anything too weird.
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[ She dissolves into giggle literally right after saying this - it's safe to say that someone who finds even the threat of pranking this funny and exciting is... not actually capable of doing anything too weird if she tried. ]
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[THE HUMOR IS LOST ON HIM HERE....]
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[ How does she... explain this...? Regret about making a joke: rising. She's so embarrassed?? ]
I was just kidding, I wouldn't really... I am really not gonna make it weird.
[ Even if the thought of Keith in full make-up glory is amusing. Cian is just gonna busy herself finding a foundation in Keith's skin-tone now... ]
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[How is he supposed to respond to this???]
Ha...ha...?
[...Actually now he just wants to crawl into a hole. He;ll just look away now.]
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It's time to simply return to business! It's fine. ]
Can you give me your arm? I need to see which tone is closer to your skin's shade.
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...sure.
[Keith will roll up his sleeve and hold his arm out for her scrutiny. He's still looking away, manages to lock eyes with Cosmo who just stares right back at him. Somehow even maintaining that piece of eye contact is awkward.
Quick, Keith. Think of a topic, any topic.]
This is nice weather we're having.