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[un_beau_coquin]

 [Spy is craving smokes and he's craving them bad. There are some in his bedside drawer at home, but from all he's heard, he's afraid to look at them.

To try and suppress his twitching, Spy has decided to go on a walk. The clean air around him is nothing like the nicotine he craves, but he supposes it wouldn't be too bad to try and quit now, right

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Swearing in French? Yeah, she knows those words. ]

[ Ilsa sits next to him at the table, dropping a pamphlet and a map on the table and sliding them over to him before settling in to study the latest in the series of her survey of Books Available to Women in Mayfield. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He twitches when someone dares to approach him, his eyes wider than they should be.]

Excusez-moi...? Erm, M-Mademoiselle, I--

[He stops himself when he notices something pushed in his direction. Oh. Well. He picks up the pamphlet with shaking hands and tries to read the moving lines.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Just reading, here... and taking notes. ]

[ From her expression, she's not that impressed with the Mayfield edition of the Encyclopedia of Cleaning, Volume S. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Merde. [He can't read it; it's shaking too much. Trying to keep the movement to a minimum, he takes a deep breath and drops the pamphlet to look at the map. There are a few recreational places he didn't know about previously. Great. The quaint town is even quaint-er.]

[ooeeooahah]

Etes-vous bien?

[ Her accent is bayou, not Bayeux. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He opens his mouth to reply, but he sighs instead.] Je ne sais pas. I might be suffering from what you might call wizhdrawal, but I am unsure--

[ooeeooahah]

[ She twitches an eyebrow ]

Hm, so you were on something before they pulled you here?

[ Slight frown. ] What was it?

[un_beau_coquin]

[He laughs somewhat nervously, though it may appear so simply because it's shaky.]

It is not what you zhink it is. I smoke cigarettes, mademoiselle. I just 'ave not been able to find zhe brand I prefer.

[ooeeooahah]

Afraid you won't, hon. If it isn't an American brand, they don't carry it. I've been making do with the local coffee, but it's not the same as Cafe Estrella.

[un_beau_coquin]

Damn. [His brow creases and his hands tighten around the edge of the table.] Zhis damn town just 'ad to take everyzhing, didn't it?

[ooeeooahah]

I know it won't be the same, but try the local brand. I don't know from smoking, but if it's anything like the wine, it'll be horrible, but take the edge off.

[un_beau_coquin]

Mmn. Per'aps. [He rubs the area just above his eyes, where his mask should be. His hand falters when he feels his skin, but resumes the motion.] It could at least take care of zhis nasty 'eadache.

[ooeeooahah]

Increasing your water intake will help, too.

[un_beau_coquin]

[He sighs and sits down.] Merci for zhe advice. Now, if you do not mind me asking, what is it zhat you 'ave given me 'ere?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She smiles, but keeps her tone low, as befits a library. ]

The map shows the locations of resources available in town. The notes in pencil are the resources among us.

[] Ilsa shrugs, frowning a little. ] We don't always know when someone might become a drone permanently. But the crosses are for medical personnel, and the hammer is the forge. Listen on the phones for when Hiccup is ready to take commissions, he's the smith.

The other is a brief history of what we know about the town, the parts the Head Librarian won't acknowledge. So far, there have been incidents coinciding with each of the major American holidays, since I got here in mid-April.

[un_beau_coquin]

[His eyes skim over the information package he'd been given.]

People 'ave been 'ere for years' time? Mon dieu. At least you are taking advantage of zhe time by collecting information.

[Another sigh.] So it is eizzer play by zheir rules or become drones? Is zhat it?