[center][img] http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170611/08806e81a0203e453a2c58f159fc074c.png [/img][/center] [center][u][b]Location: [/b][/u][/center][center][b]Tselinoyarsk [/b][/center] [center][u][b]Mentions: [/b][/u][/center][center][b][@DracoLunaris] [@redbaron1234] [/b][/center] Marston rolled the mushrooms over in his hand a few times, gauging the texture of the caps that sat between his fingers. It was tough, which certainly wouldn’t pair well with the unpalatable taste of the mushrooms. At least they were edible, and based on the smell, possibly even medicinal, which was a great bonus out here. What really caught the cowboy’s eyes were the unusual beans that sat amongst the colorful grasses. He pocketed the mushrooms and pulled the beans from their spot. Beans in hand, Marston could have sworn he heard a tune, but couldn’t really place where it was coming from. Between his earlier paranoia, this rewarding jingle, and the sudden urge to raise the beans above his head, the cowboy could only conclude that his fatigue was catching up to him much faster than he had anticipated. As he held up the beans, they caught the light that fell filtered through the jungle canopies, illuminating the colored beans within the pod’s shell. [quote=@DracoLunaris] [color=#92B3DB]”You two find anything good down there?”[/color] She asked, crouching down, ready to help them get back up and over the log. [/quote] [color=a0410d]“Luckily, I found some mushrooms that can keep us going for a stretch longer. More interestingly, though, are these things. I’ve never seen beans with these colors before, but they still look like they’ll take if we put ‘em in the ground. I ain’t willing to eat these things unless I really have to, but I think they’re worth bringing back to the fort. Need something that’ll last longer than the fish.” [/color] As Marston finished up his investigation of the tree, he looked over to Mr Payne and his new find. [color=a0410d]“Guess that settles it. I’m just paranoid.”[/color] The cowboy sighed, partly out of relief that his ambush theory was misplaced, and partly in frustration that his fatigue had his mind racing in so many directions. [color=a0410d]“Interesting find, though. Kids back home loved that kind of thing. I probably would have, too, if I weren’t already slinging iron at their age.”[/color] It seemed that the enclosed area didn’t offer anything else of value, so he made his way back to the fallen trunk, where Ms. Shen offered a hand in scaling the side of the tree. He grabbed her hand and with her help, scaled the side of the old bark. [color=a0410d]“Thank you,”[/color] grunted Marston, as he ascended over the side. [color=a0410d]“Wasn’t able to scrounge up enough for the whole class, unfortunately. Hopefully, we’ll be able to find some more morsels on the way ahead, get everyone on their feet and all.”[/color] He pulled out one of the mushrooms and offered it to Ms. Shen. [color=a0410d]“For helping me out here. And more importantly, I don’t want you falling apart, ‘cause I don’t know what’s gonna happen with your robot when you do.”[/color] He looked back at Mr. Payne. [color=a0410d]“There’s one for you, too, if you’re feeling a bit empty. We could save them for later and roast ‘em if you want, though. Brings out what little flavor there is, and it could bring out some of its better characteristics. Whatever you guys want to do, I think we should rejoin the posse heading north.”[/color] He looked to the northbound group from atop the fallen trunk. He was interested in rejoining them quickly; a couple of mushrooms and colorful beans wasn’t gonna cut it, and they needed some stable footing in this strange setting. Once Mr. Payne was out of the enclosed area, Marston planned on making his way over and exploring the rest of Tselinoyarsk.