Nothing happens.
Heather stamps and shakes her bruised foot ruefully:
-Ow! That really hurt! oh (she lowers her voice to a whisper) maybe we should be quiet? I feel like we shouldn't disturb this place... well, you know, quiet until when we get to the roof, and start screaming. For therapy! Spiritual healing! I feel like this is really going to go well, it is really going to work!
You look at the metal fragment that Heather tripped over. It seems burnt and blackened and damaged.
>>6038457>..."I LOVE LATINAS"The language is completely incomprehensible to you, but you sense that it was part of some sign - perhaps a dual language sign? and this sign demarcated some territory...
(unreadable scorched and blackened section above)
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ARTILLERIA INEXPLOTADA (UXO) Y PIEZAS EXPLOSIVAS
PELIGROSAS PUEDEN PERMANECER EN ESTA AREA
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(the sign continues, but the remainder is illegible)
Heather puzzles over the sign:
-hmmm, well, I don't really understand it. It probably came from some luxury boutique. There are a lot of vintage stores where this distressed / aged and weathered look is really raw, really fashionable. People upcycle these "found art" objects all the time, use it for sculpture and exhibition installations. Hey..! (Heather's face flashes in excitement) I just had an idea! Since you are helping me overcome my relationship issues... maybe I can help you too! Weren't you really upset at being rejected by your fancy art residency?
>>6037324>>6037325Well, maybe you could scavenge around here for some art materials, "found art" objects! The curators will be so impressed! Especially because you are repurposing and sourcing materials from the local community!
