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The other side...?

Have you started feeling at home in Cartesio yet? The town has offered you every hospitality that its citizens could think of. They love every corner of this town and they want you to feel the same. Have you accepted Cartesio into your heart yet?

Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.

There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.

As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.

Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.

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[Olympia's first instinct is to just agree right away, but she stops herself. Is this a promise she can actually keep? She has to think about it.

(Clarisse being an exception is helpful.)

At last she speaks up.]

I am sometimes blind to some of the variables involved in a situation. If a situation analogous to the recent motive should arise, I may need assistance in finding a way to keep this promise.

But I will make that promise. From now on, I am at your disposal.

Then I'll do my best in makin' sure you get that assistance.

All right. Well, I don't have Lammy here, so I guess you'll have t'do for now. We can make it work.

[A pause as a thought occurs to her.]

...Olammypia.

[who allowed this]

[Olympia stares at her for a moment. Is she really going to call her that? No. No, that is entirely unacceptable, promise or no promise. She has to put her foot down immediately.]