Arc II, Chapter 44: Time to Wait

Arc II, Chapter 44: Time to Wait

Days passed while we waited at the hotel suite that had once been Jed Geists home.

Kurt Willis, the GI Paragon, had told my friends to wait a couple of weeks or so before pursuing the next storyline.

Weeks. Was that a figure of speech, or did he literally mean we had to just sit around?

That didnt match up with what I knew about the Tutorial at allnothing we had seen about the Tutorial referenced weeks spent twiddling thumbs. Then again, I had never seen or heard of an account of the tutorial from someone who completed it when it was new. I had estimated days at most.

It was still the day before the Centennial. We hadnt crossed that threshold yet. I wanted to find the time capsule in the Mayors office, but there was always something stopping us from getting inside.

Dina looked at the lock on the door and said it would take weeks to pick.

Carousel was being adamant.

We were getting our rest at least. That might make sense for rookies. I just wanted to be through with the Tutorial and move on to rescues.nove(l)bi(n.)com

I was alone in the storage room of the hotel suite where we had found the old newspapers with information of Geist's murder. The room had been reset. All of the boxes were resealed. Somewhere along the line, I got it in my mind that it would be neat to reopen them and see if there was something new to learn.

So I did. I looked through every box all over again. They still had newspapers from around the time of Jed Geists death. Nothing had changedno new information. We still needed the fireplace poker to summon his spirit and interrogate him.

As I continued cycling through the garbage that had been left behind from Jed Geists time in the house, I took a mental inventory of everything. It was strange. I swore there were new items. Old items were missing.

As I pondered this, Kimberly walked in and found me while I had my back turned.

Whats got you brainstorming? she asked.

I looked back at her. Oh, I said. All of this stuff is different than the stuff that was here before.

Different? You think there are new clues in here? she asked. I can get the others to help look.

I shook my head. No, no. Thats not what Im saying. These arent important objects. Like this, I said, lifting a box, Theres a waffle iron. There was a waffle iron when we went through it before, but this one is electric. The other one was the kind you put on the stove.

She took the iron from me and looked it over. Okay? Is that important?

So that means that this room wasnt just reset. Not really. It was restocked. Thats an important difference. We werent gentle with tearing through these boxes when we were looking for the newspaper articles. Someone took away the trash we left and replaced it with all new junk, all wrapped in the same newspaper with the date changed because of the continuity loop.

Thats interesting, she said unconvincingly.

It is. This means that there is a warehouse somewhere in Carousel filled with boxes that only exist to restock this room. Thats not all. Smell the air.

Smell the air? she asked.

I nodded.

She took a sniff. It smells like a thrift store, she said. And menthol. Jed Geist must have been a smoker.

No, I said. Well, he might have been. Thats not the point. The room didnt smell this way before. I remember. It smelled like mold and old people. It didnt smell like smoke. Check this out.

I pointed to a stack of boxes near a large air vent. There was a small glass ashtray on one of the boxes. Two cigarette butts occupied the tray.

Someone opened that box over there, I said, pointing to a different stack of boxes. They took that ashtray and smoked in this room after they restocked it. Then they left. This room wasnt turned back to normal by magic. People reset it. NPCs.

Wow, Kimberly said. "Hotel workers?"

Maybe so, I said. Isnt that interesting? Why would it work like that? Carousel has shown so much power, and yet it has people stacking boxes filled with old junk so that players can look through them to find these newspapers. Its crazy.

Yeah, she said. She tried to sound as enthusiastic as I was. But theres nothing for us back here?

Live at Carousel University stadium; a reporter was interviewing a woman named Bonnie Hayworth, who was giving them lines about how celebrating the anniversary of the founding, even the centennial, was in bad taste.

Thirty years ago, she said, Tragedy struck, and look here, days before the Centennial, tragedy struck again. When is our mayor going to realize that this town is better off forgetting its past?

Back to the newscasters.

Its difficult not to be reminded of the 70th-anniversary disaster that happened almost exactly thirty years ago, one reporter said. The mayors office has issued a statement asking citizens to forego the customary superstition, stating, We need to take the time to mourn our losses. Discussion of the Centennial is disgraceful at this time.

Antoine lowered the volume on the television.

Its chaos out there, he said. Im starting to think they arent actually going to tell us what happened thirty years ago.

I am so confused about the timeline, Cassie said. I thought the frogs happened in 1995. Now it happened in 2022?

Perhaps that was the purpose of the constant newscasts. To make sure we had time to learn how the timeline worked.

I still wrestled with it.

The Throughline was set in the current year, 2022, but storylines set in the past still affected The Throughline as if they had just happened. Carousel worked in layers. The Throughline cut through the layers, down toward something in the distant past.

Last chance for a quick game of Reply the Departed, Isaac said with a cackle. I could tell he was doing it to work through his fears, but it still made my heart leap.

Stop it, Cassie said. Dont even joke.

Im sorry, he said once it seemed he had taken it too far.

Bobby lay on one of the mattresses, reviewing his new license, which allowed him to bring the dogs from the B&B into a storyline.

After the conversation drifted a bit, he asked, If it says not to seek her, that means she is somewhere to be sought.

This solicited groans from everyone in the room. Bobbys license had contained the warning, Do not seek her, which he immediately interpreted as being about his deceased wife Jeannette. He was might have been right. I wasn't sure.

Please tell me youre not stuck on that again, Antoine said. That is literally the nicest Carousel has ever been giving you that warning. Just stop, man. Just stop.

What if it isnt a warning? What if its a dare? Bobby asked. Maybe Im supposed to be brave.

In this case, Isaac said, A dare is probably the same as a warning.

Bobby rolled over and vanished the license to whatever place such documents and tickets go when we put them away.

This is the first time shes been acknowledged, is all, Bobby said.

I wanted to say something to comfort him. I didnt know what it could be. I was the last person to see her alive, at least the last living person to see her alive.

Occasionally, the others would glance over in my direction as if wondering whether I would say something. By now, Cassie and Isaac knew everything the others did. They must have been told when I wasnt around.

I had seen Jeannette cut nearly in half by the axe murderer for quitting the game. Counter-intuitively, I was not allowed to talk about it, or it seemed I would summon the murderer again. That was yet another thing I needed to understand about Carousel. Why keep him a secret from the players?

Even as I thought about him, I started to hear him breathing in my ear. Fear gripped me instantly.

Cassie looked at me in surprise.

Youre Incapacitated, she said softly, with a head tilt.

I jumped up from the overstuffed chair and left the living room. It was time to sort through boxes again. I wouldnt find any surprises, I knew.

Maybe that was half the point.