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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[It's a strange thought. Even stranger to immediately wonder which of them will still be alive to see this particular one. It's a thought Keith puts aside for the time being.]
If this thing's only held every ten years, it's kinda weird that we haven't heard about it yet in the newspaper. [...] Guess we've been giving them way too much other crap to talk about.
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Yeah, you're right. [we did blow up the diner... and do other things] Maybe they... don't want us to know about it.
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.. They do have every reason not to want us there. They don't want us here now..
[He shakes his head.]
Or maybe they're just brainwashed and forgot.
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[Genuinely. Brainwashing's never a fun thing to have to deal with.]
What else do they sell at that store, by the way?
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Uhhh. Lots of stuff! Videos, VCRs, video cameras, old music... They had vinyl records there, along with CDs. And I saw some radios and other music players, too.
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I wonder what'd happen if we tried to film those meetings on Tuesday with the Sergeant... heh. Police will find any excuse not to believe us, but... you think he shows up on film?
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I dunno. Maybe his body does, at least. [maybe a video camera could record his weird face, or no face at all? hmmm]
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[On a more serious note though:]
Should consider buying a few of the electronics. The dead seem to only be able to talk to us through those.
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I bought a teevee. It's pretty old, but I could probably plug it in somewhere, maybe in the motel.
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Try to keep it plugged in and turned on. They might be able to do something with it like that.
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he gives Keith a thumbs-up anyway]
I can do that!
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[Getting a thumbs up right back, buddy.]
One other thing I gotta ask... how familiar are you with technology from 2005?
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Sorry that should've been 2006....
[He can't tell. God knows what year it actually is in Voltron land, but their tech is pretty futuristic.]
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[Raising an eyebrow. That a challenge, Oso?
...He's joking.
Probably.]
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Keet. No.
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What did you just call me?
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O-Oh... Milli-chan and I... We didn't know your name before. She called you... Keet... [it's an affectionate nickname, probably]
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[Fighting back against all these nicknames people are giving him is probably a losing battle, but when has Keith really backed down from a fight voluntarily....]
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R-right... Of course.
[he is most likely going to continue calling him Keet]
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