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The Real Cinnamon Challenge (11) : In a city this size, a little smog is inevitable–no matter how hard the local scientists are working to produce clean air for the many citizens. A thick, brown fog has recently been known to roll in. It would be easy to brush this off as standard pollution–except for the overwhelming smell of cinnamon. The odor is potent enough to be immediately recognizable, and worse than that, it hits you like a wave of cinnamon, too. If you inhale, you will almost immediately find that your mouth feels dry, and your lungs are quick to follow. The smoke burns your eyes and breathing becomes difficult. Just being out in the cinnamon smog can cause coughing, vomiting, or other irritation. If you thought the cinnamon brooms were bad, wait until you catch a whiff of this. It’s probably best to just stay inside and spare yourself the worst of it.
Most of the time, John was happy about not having to have a car to get to work or most of where he needed within Destiny City. No matter what weather was happening, it was usually nice enough that he didn’t mind the walk and taking a city bus to wherever he needed to go, even in cold weather like now.
Unfortunately, this was not one of those days. As soon as he had stepped outside of his home, he noticed that there seemed to be a brown tint covering the city, even the parts that were covered in snow! And unfortunately he didn’t see it in time to wear a mask, so the moment he hailed in the cinnamon tasting and smelling particles, he had to cough and was unable to get enough air in to stay outside.
Luckily he had just stepped outside his front door, but it was enough to cause him to go back inside just to be able to catch his breath, his lungs now feeling very irritated, his nostrils hurting, nasal discharge now being created and going down his throat, it was enough to have him running to the restroom until he was well enough that he wasn’t feeling the effects of all of the cinna-dust he had breathed in.
He was lucky enough to be able to check and do some of his work at home, and that was when he saw that unless some of the workers at the museum really wanted to brave the cinna-smoke outside, the museum was closed in regards to tours and everything that was delicate, including his job.
Just as well, he certainly didn’t want to damage what they had by getting whatever cinnamon specs would be on his clothes if he even made it in. He sent out his own email to his manager saying that he wouldn’t be attempting to come in and warning everyone if they wanted to go outside that they needed to wear masks at the very least.
At least with that problem out of the way, John could make a cup of coffee and check to see if anyone had figured out why Destiny City was now being coated in cinnamon dust like it was some large drink. Did a cinnamon factory explode somewhere? However after some time attempting to see if anyone had found the cause of all of the canna-smog, John hadn’t been able to find anything but other people complaining and how people’s cars were now turning a red-brown shade as they were being covered in the cinna-powder.
As he looked outside standing near his window, the thought that the Negaverse may be behind such a thing did cross his mind, but he doubted they would want everyone staying home and getting sick from breathing in all of this cinna-smoot. No, they would want something that would make it easier to get energy out of unwitting civilians wouldn’t they? He decided to chalk the whole thing up to Destiny City and it’s pollution problems. He just wished that he had been warned before he walked straight into it.
