FIFTY-SEVEN souls » a futile attempt to cook

[martelandmany]

[ 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

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[mountain_sage]

[Seeing Martel burying smelly things in the front yard makes Saleh curious. While he's not one to pry into other people's affairs, pleasantries are always in order.]

Good day, Miss Martel.

[martelandmany]

'Afternoon, Saleh. [She looks up long enough to offer a smile, then continues digging. The hole's not quite deep enough yet.]

[mountain_sage]

[The sage casually wanders over to her, torn between the subjects of her digging or the message in the sky. Eventually, he chooses the latter, as the former seems to be more personal.]

Would you happen to know what the message above is referring to?

[martelandmany]

Not a clue. I was hoping you might, actually.

[mountain_sage]

I'm afraid not. I do wonder if it has any relevance with this "Catherine" person who spoke to us.