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[curseshit]

The rain stops eventually and you find yourself in a forest much younger than the one you just walked through. The moss is nearly gone and the sun shines through the branches.

They're not just any other trees. They're apple trees! Cute, right? Judging by the (somewhat) straight lines someone planted them. Underneath the trees you find baskets full of freshly-picked apples and since you can hear voices, the people who picked them aren't that far away. The map isn't showing any tracks of your next destination yet, so you might as well ask if they know of a B&B nearby.

[ mission: inspect the voices. ]

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[recurred]

[oh plot apples, don't mind if I do]

[damn right she's eating plot apples]

[dices]

[ yep ]

[recurred]

[yup]

[takes a couple more and stuffs them in her bag for later]

[cabineyes]

[ these plot apples are quickly making their way into bags. ]

[recurred]

[still laments the loss of her golden apple, but who needs immortality. actually she would out of anyone but whatever]

[shines one with her sleeve]

I really hope they don't mind. [they wont mind]

[armedarchaeologist]

[gonna go chat with the locals while his friends steal their crops. like you do.]

[dinkyroyal]

[ leaning against one of the trees while tree of his men continue picking the apples. looks up at them. ]

Hello, peasants. What brings you here?

[armedarchaeologist]

Hello...

[...rude.]

...sir. We're... Explorers. We were hoping there might be a town nearby, or some kind of place we could stay for a night?

[dinkyroyal]

Oh is there?

[ smiles and looks at his men. spreads his hands as he turns back to daniel. ]

There sure is! The finest town on this earth.

[wolfsoul]

Is it close?

[ slowly looks at the men picking the apples. they're all armed. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[maybe i can burn it down?

smoking and not helping the migrant workers. ashes in a bushel. kicks at a fallen apple. general assholery.]

[cabineyes]

[ standing behind him. hi conny. ]

What did that poor apple ever do to you, mate?

[rhymeswithdesign]

Piss off.

[picks it up and drops its bruised ass in a basket.]

[cabineyes]

[ raises eyebrows at his choice of words. ]

No one will want to eat that.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Like I give a shit.

[kind of tempted to make applesauce. but he's not five, so constantine restrains himself. just ashes his cigarette over the basket again.]

[crotchbite]

[ men armed to their teeth for apple picking that's great. so great.

at least the apples are good. giving one of the man the stink eye while he gives her the tit eye. yeah. yeah i see you there. ]

[crossmyhearts]

[picked up an apple from one of the baskets and is now glaring at it intensely.]

[obviously not the biggest fan of apples.]

[pockets it anyway before moving along to find where those voices come from.]

[recurred]

[whats with you guys and hating apples. do you prefer your applies to be in pies too]

[playing catch up after getting the awkward eyes from hook]

You look cross.

[crossmyhearts]

[no he just generally dislikes apples in all shapes and sizes]

Who, me? No, I'm just... [hm. let's go with] intrigued.

[recurred]

[tosses apple in hand that she's already taken a bite out of]

They're fairly normal. Last orchard had golden apples.

[crossmyhearts]

The apples? Yes, perfectly normal.

[looks around again. they can see pretty much all around, even with all the trees.]

So where are the people?

[sawedoff]

[this pie is delicious]

[what]

[inenochian]

[ slow down you're going to get hiccups. ]

[sawedoff]

[your mother henning is getting out of control]

[shoves the last bit of pie crust in his mouth and watches daniel chat it up with the npcs while he enjoys the fruits of their labors. looks over at him and talks with mouth full. you know how he do.]

Just me or we been hittin the home run for good luck lately?

[that doesn't happen to him. it's weird. he doesn't trust it.]

[inenochian]

...I'm not really sure how wandering into that forest qualifies as good luck.

[ takes a sip of cider from a brown bottle. the bubbles make his nose wrinkle. ]