FIFTY-SEVEN souls » a futile attempt to cook
[ Sometime this evening, the distinct smell of burnt baking wafts out the kitchen windows of house 8 (which is wide open to vent, because good lord do blackened cupcakes smell). Martel's emerging from the house with a tray of gross black objects, looking slightly dejected but somehow determined.
She'll consider dumping them, then shake her head once. Grabbing a shovel from it's place against the side of the house (she'd been gardening lately), she heads into the backyard to bury the vile things.
You can catch her in the frontyard with the tray, you can catch her in the backyard burying the 'cupcakes', or you can catch her in the front yard a second time, gazing in confusion at the message in the sky.]
She'll consider dumping them, then shake her head once. Grabbing a shovel from it's place against the side of the house (she'd been gardening lately), she heads into the backyard to bury the vile things.
You can catch her in the frontyard with the tray, you can catch her in the backyard burying the 'cupcakes', or you can catch her in the front yard a second time, gazing in confusion at the message in the sky.]