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The ivory-billed woodpecker is believed to be the largest woodpecker in the world. It is also feared to be recently extinct. However, a DCU photography student believes she saw one in a wooded area two days ago. That wooded area is slated to be cleared for the construction of a refrigerator assembly plant.

This is what brought Emry Farwood to Destiny City Hall today. He showed up early with reports printed up to hand to any city officials who walk by him. He also had one-page pamphlets, a stapler and a roll of tape for hanging in visible locations.

He happened to be hanging one right now. It had a simple, concise message in large letters; a website where one could read more information and was illustrated with a few simple block prints Emry had cut out in a couple hours.

"I'm Emry," he sighed and looked at the poster, thinking what to do.

"So what's next? Should we make signs and protest in front of city hall or maybe by the road at the site? Or maybe...."

That last sentence was uttered with the intent to leave it unfinished. He didn't want to suggest outright that they should maybe ransack the the architect's office or disassemble the construction (or "destruction") vehicles when they arrived, but he wanted to leave the thought out there to see how Haley might fill in the blank.

That was not the direction he was hoping for, but he went with it.

"We would probably need to get more of us tied to trees to keep them from thinking they can just off us and hide the bodies," Emry, apparently, had slightly less faith in humanity.

Emry watched Haley speaking to him. "Watched" because he wasn't quite sure he was listening. No. Scratch that. He knew he was listening, but he wasn't quite sure why he was being told that the woman in front of him gets high and where she lost her virginity. Only seconds ago she was just a stranger. Now he knew her name, a snippet of her sexual history, the fact that she does drugs of some sort and that she yells at politicians. It wasn't that he particularly cared about the sex or the drugs or the yelling at the politicians. It was just awkward (and potentially incriminating) information to be introduced to someone with. How does one even respond to that?

"I guess I should have included that the proposed refrigerator factory would endanger sexual milestones and the best parties in my pamphlet."

Oh. That's how.

"There's an idea."

Emry looked around. It probably would be best to not discuss kidnapping politicians and tying them to trees right at city hall. Someone might overhear and not realize they were joking. Which they weren't. At least Emry wasn't.

"We probably should talk about this somewhere else. I know a cheap restaurant nearby which is usually loud enough that you can't hear the table next to you."

He pointed the way.

"I can pay."

"No."

The word was out of his mouth before he had a chance to fully comprehend all that a date could possibly entail. If he were to be honest with himself, a date would be nice. He didn't quite know with whom he would like a nice date. He hadn't really dissected many of his own thoughts on the matter of dating or sex. In truth, Emry's own sexual identity was repressed beyond his recognition.

But Haley had accepted the "date" and that gave him a moment of pause.

"That was not my intent, anyway. I did say the restaurant was cheap."

It wasn't much of a concession toward the possibility of treating this as a date, but he thought it was.

Provided he hadn't utterly destroyed the mood (which mood that was, he wasn't entirely certain anymore), he would lead the way to a small place; brightly-coloured on the outside, advertising fusion cuisine but not indicating which cuisines were being fused. Jolie Coquine's "Caravan Palace" could be heard blaring from the open front door.

"Not really. I hate the noise."

The menu's only vegan items were a tempeh 'buffalo wing' appetizer, an injera wrap and one of the salads.

"So, did you have any ideas for how we could grab some of the politicians and tie them to the trees?"