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xp_logsBackdated to Friday afternoon. In England, Doug, Jubilee, Amanda and Sofia take in the lie of the land and make a plan of attack.
The town of Melton Mowbray was not a village, but with less than thirty thousand people, it would be lost in a couple of Manhattan blocks. The sign in the train station when they had arrived had proudly proclaimed it the "Rural Capital of Food", and ads mentioning the famed Stilton cheese and eponymous pork pies were everywhere. In short, it was big enough to make themselves anonymous, but not comfortably so.
Doug unfolded a map and did his very best to look like a clueless tourist, taking brief glances around the edges of the sheet of paper to keep an eye on people in the crowd. "You ever been out this direction before?" he asked Amanda in a voice that attempted to be casual, but still had a wealth of conflict hiding just underneath.
Amanda shook her head, hitching her thumbs through the belt loops at the front of her jeans. "'S too rural for a city girl like me," she replied, equally casually, although she was watching the people passing by as well. "Best way to play this is to go with the Yank backpacker - ask lots of dumb questions, but try not to insult anyone's ancestors."
"So be myself then?" Jubilee quipped with an easy grin, looking about the bright curiosity of the terminally lost, yet still fascinated traveller. She pulled the day pack she had on tighter and gave what curious locals went past them a particularly eye watering bright smile. "What is it with Brits and pork pies by the way?"
A nearby Sofia, curled into a newspaper and black cup of coffee tapped her pen against the cafe table irritably. "No, she said to not insult anyone's ancestors." The earpiece, beyond putting a wave of rather inane conversation directly into her brain, also tickled, attracting her hair like lipgloss.
"And while everyone's looking at the garish Yank," Doug made an obvious wave with his right hand, "the rest of us blend in and see what we can find out?" He folded the map up and stuck it in his back pocket. "Sounds like a plan to me."
The town of Melton Mowbray was not a village, but with less than thirty thousand people, it would be lost in a couple of Manhattan blocks. The sign in the train station when they had arrived had proudly proclaimed it the "Rural Capital of Food", and ads mentioning the famed Stilton cheese and eponymous pork pies were everywhere. In short, it was big enough to make themselves anonymous, but not comfortably so.
Doug unfolded a map and did his very best to look like a clueless tourist, taking brief glances around the edges of the sheet of paper to keep an eye on people in the crowd. "You ever been out this direction before?" he asked Amanda in a voice that attempted to be casual, but still had a wealth of conflict hiding just underneath.
Amanda shook her head, hitching her thumbs through the belt loops at the front of her jeans. "'S too rural for a city girl like me," she replied, equally casually, although she was watching the people passing by as well. "Best way to play this is to go with the Yank backpacker - ask lots of dumb questions, but try not to insult anyone's ancestors."
"So be myself then?" Jubilee quipped with an easy grin, looking about the bright curiosity of the terminally lost, yet still fascinated traveller. She pulled the day pack she had on tighter and gave what curious locals went past them a particularly eye watering bright smile. "What is it with Brits and pork pies by the way?"
A nearby Sofia, curled into a newspaper and black cup of coffee tapped her pen against the cafe table irritably. "No, she said to not insult anyone's ancestors." The earpiece, beyond putting a wave of rather inane conversation directly into her brain, also tickled, attracting her hair like lipgloss.
"And while everyone's looking at the garish Yank," Doug made an obvious wave with his right hand, "the rest of us blend in and see what we can find out?" He folded the map up and stuck it in his back pocket. "Sounds like a plan to me."
