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[jemerite]

[Good morning, Garden. Zinc is in the small rectangular courtyard of her little white house. She has a basket at her hip, plucking down the strange little fruits from its branches. They look like apples, but you may remember that's not quite right.

When she realizes she has the vines attention she pauses, looking pensive for a moment.]

Where have the birds gone?

[She is up frequently in the early morning, she is used to hearing them outside. She had even made them feeders, but they are all empty. She gazes at them sadly.]

Comments

[jemerite]

Someone said they are dead.

[ 8( She does not want this. ]

[drinkswithminors]

... Nah. I can't buy something like that. It's not ecologically feasible.

[jemerite]

I didn't think so. But things can be... strange, here.

[drinkswithminors]

Maybe so... but I'm gonna do what I can to find out what's up, regardless.

[jemerite]

You will scout?

[The shiest of attempts at a joke.]

[drinkswithminors]

I can try, at least.

[jemerite]

Yes. That would be nice.

[Maybe the birds just got lured off somewhere by something delicious. How is Zinc to know.]

[drinkswithminors]

Anything for a pretty gal like you.

[jemerite]

[A bloo bloo bloo. She is weak to praise.]

Good luck.