The Preserve, Sunday afternoon

[giveherahand]

Mara's bag was getting heavy with all of the stuff she and Gwen had found, but they still hadn't found an alot of selfies (whatever that was), or a squirrel.

Mara was currently under a tree yelling up into it.

"I know you're up there. I can hear your stupid squirelly laugh."

[OOC: For the partner in scavenger hunting crime and any other teams!]

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[stacyexperiment]

Gwen threw a stick up in the tree. "We need your notes!"

[giveherahand]

They were met with a hail of dead leaves and acorns.

"Oh, that's not even funny," Mara snapped at them. "Do you know how to climb a tree?" she asked Gwen.

[stacyexperiment]

"I'm from New York." So, no.

[giveherahand]

"My entire planet is a city," Mara said, glaring at the squirrel, "but it can't be that hard to figure out, right?"

She stalked to the trunk and glared at it. "Okay, there are no handholds."

[goodforsix]

Isabela wandered up to the tree. "I have rum," she said, placing the bottle in the tree roots.

A single note came fluttering down to her.