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Appalachia: Into the Pines

Footage plays on the television as a new story comes on, showing a series of sweeping vistas, intercut with clips of wolves that have clearly been filmed at some local wildlife sanctuary. "As far as anyone knows it, the last wolf to ever freely roam the Allegheny Mountains was slain in West Virginia in 1897. Daniel Stoffer Hamrick saw to the beast's passing, and the woods in our part of the world have gone quieter ever since. Appalachia does not forget its history, though. It buries it beneath coal and flyash, debts and white powder and pills. And the blood of people taken before their time, by the mines, by the mountain, by things we don't have names for, just hurt. But Appalachia does not forget.

"This is Cindy Parsons with Channel 5, Wolf News." Footage cuts to a newscaster standing outside a gated apartment complex with FYRE's logo emblazoned on it. "As we know, our beloved Wolf Pen is home to one of the biggest FYRE worker housing complexes in Wyoming County. It is a monument to the history of our town, and this week, we'll be on the lookout for visitors from all over the country, coming to see the grand re-opening of the historic Bluestone Mine as a museum."

Footage cuts to a nondescript businessman, identified by the news footage as Carl Watts, CEO of FYRE. He's smiling blandly as he stands at a podium and gestures to the entrance of the mining tunnel behind him. "The Wolf Pen community has been a partner to us for decades now, and we knew it was finally time to give something back to all y’all. We'll have our soft opening on Monday with a full Rumble Down Under party in the old mines scheduled for June 15th. We'll have a live bluegrass concert and anticipate a huge influx of tourists to the area to help out our neighbors itching for a few more pocketbooks to tend to." A wink.

The footage returns to Cindy. "FYRE has stated that this new museum will provide an educational tool and tourist attraction for those wanting to learn about West Virginia, Wolf Pen, and the hard-working men and women who have made this beautiful part of our nation their home. Time will tell. Time is always telling when it comes to the promises of people who have used our land and our bodies to line their pocketbooks. They fill our blood and our lungs with black tar and-"

Cindy cuts out and is replaced by in-studio anchors. "Thank you, Cindy!" a blonde woman says, smile just a little strained. "I think we're all looking forward to seeing the big opening by FYRE on Sunday and that rocking good party next month. It should be a gneiss one! Now to Tim with the weather. Tim?"

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"Victory," Hickey grins. When the door opens, he pushes it open, smile on his face, before he looks in...and frowns because it's a literal supplies closet.

Hmm. Damn.

"Well. That's annoying."

Beau makes a 'tch' sort of noise, stepping in anyway to lift a few things, frown, and put them back down again. "Well that's not fun. Why even lock this door if there isn't going to be something fun behind it?"

She knows why. It's to stop stealing, or at least discourage it, but still. It's the principle of the thing. "I bet you couldn't even sell this stuff for anything that matters."

She says that you couldn't sell this stuff, but Hickey's already pocketing a few things that look interesting. Granted, most of what he's pocketing are small little beauty supplies like nail clippers but hey, sentiment stands.

"Y'know, this just means there's got to be another locked door here with the really interesting items."

Listen, whatever floats his boat. Beau's experience is trading illegal high-value stuff, not bits of metal, but she sure as shit isn't going to stop him.

"Okay, you're-- you're right though, but how guarded is it, because this one wasn't." She pokes her head out the door, looking up and down to see if anyone else is arriving or they might have tripped some kind of alarm. "Ugh, I have so many friends who were great at finding shit, and of course now they're not here. The one time I'm looking for something shady and weird. Figures."

"Oi, I'm decent enough at finding shit," he points out, with a little shrug. Granted, it's not D&D rogue levels of good enough at finding shit, it's more of the fact that Cornelius Hickey has spent his entire life existing on the fringes of things, which occasionally means stealing.

"Besides, thinking about it, it might be fine if the hotel doesn't have anything shady and weird. You don't shit where you eat, right? Same principle applies. You don't bring in this demonic apocalyptic nonsense to the thing that passes for home base."

Hey, that's how much experience she has in this ordeal, and she's no rogue. Sometimes you're just good at seeing stuff and pocketing it. "It'd be fine if it's actually not here. Problem is only if there is and nobody finds it. 'Ss not like ADI owns this place."

She takes another scan over the room, but seeming satisfied there's nothing here, she's stepping out just in case someone shows up. "You got any ideas? See more sketchy doors?"

"Saw one for laundry that I'm assuming is laundry," he shrugs. "There was another one that wasn't labeled but staff kept going in and out of it on a regular basis. Can't be anything important locked up in there if there's so many people."

Which Hickey is very put out about. He'd like to steal something interesting, thank you very much!

"Honestly, it's rude of them not to have something at least a little bit enticing to rummage through."

"I mean. Figures." Fancy place to have it's own wash services, but-- well it's probably for the bedding, actually, nevermind. She's really not used to washing machines being like, a Thing yet.

"I dunno. They gotta keep food somewhere, right? Pretty sure all the money's the fake stuff on the cards so that's hard to take. And we would probably get caught." Though, hmmm, backtracking gives her a little idea. "Bet we could find n' swipe some wine. They have to have wine somewhere or this is shittier lodging than anywhere I've been."

Hickey also isn't used to washing machines being a Thing so he's just assuming the laundry room is where they keep the washbasins and soaps.

But wine. Wine is good. He likes the idea of wine. "Could always backtrack to the kitchen," he grins. "There's probably some wine there we can filch. Place like this probably has a large larder where they store all the good stuff."

"Hell yeah. Probably looking for a basement then. Or a back room." Oh good, here they go to make ill-advised and soon to be drunk decisions. But hey, they're doing... research. Investigative research. Sure.

"C'mon, you know a back door in there? Bet we can find one."

"Y'know I think I saw one back here earlier," Hickey grins, perfectly ready to continue this night of blatant theft, breaking and entering, and hopefully getting shitfaced.

This is gonna be a good night.

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we can keep going or wrap about here if you like!

wrapping it up works for me!