22:08:49: <Strobe> When we last left our group of 'heroes', they were to a one sound asleep in the comfortable confines (or roof) of the Aubarn Inn and Tavern. Hours passed, the moon floated overhead, a few days short of full, and the sun crested the mountainous horizon to paint the town in pale yellow light. Moderate cloud cover periodically rolls in front of the blazing orb
22:09:33: <Strobe> casting shadows on the land beneath. It's to this picturesque scene, snow just beginning to melt, frosty mountaintops all around, and brilliant sun peeking out that our heroes awake.
22:10:03: Corrigan sits on the edge of the roof, fully equipped, watching the sun rise while idly fiddling with a cigar
22:10:31: Ember yawns and stretches.
22:10:31: Barometer lets out a squeeky yawn and sits up with a mess of bed mane
22:10:52: <Strobe> A stranger to the group enters the tavern, coat the darkest black, cutiemark illegible beneath a dark, branded '7' on his flank. Corrigan sees him enter, and the newpony takes a seat at one of the tavern's tables.
22:10:58: Othelo yawns but keeps her eyes closed, mumbling complaints that it's too early to be morning
22:11:03: Banjo snores loudly.
22:11:12: Serotin stares at Barometer from under his covers.
22:11:28: Corrigan sighs and lights his cigar
22:11:55: <Serotin> "Barometer?"
22:12:35: Barometer looks around for the source of the noise, still in a haze.
22:12:53: Ember rubs her eyes, her mane is a mess, which is actually how it always is. After a couple more moments of rubbing and stretching she gets from under the blankets Barometer so kindly brought and starts putting her gear back on.
22:13:23: Serotin sticks his head out from under the sheets and looks to Barometer.
22:13:51: Banjo falls out of bed and wakes up startled.
22:13:54: Barometer spots Serotin and cocks here ears, trying to remember why there is a stallion in her room.
22:14:43: Ember , once she is fully clothed again, yawns once more for good measure and trots over to Corrigan, a big grin on her face.
22:15:02: Barometer nods, crawling out of bed gently, so as not to wake the filly and trots over to the Stable buck. “Yes?”
22:15:48: <Serotin> "Last night... the reason Banjo ran away..."
22:16:08: Corrigan continues watching the sunrise, lost in thought
22:16:24: Othelo groans and rolls off the bed on a tumble of blankets and sheets. Sitting up quickly, and peeking out of the mess she says, "I'm awake! I'm awake."
22:16:31: Ember sits down right next to Corrigan and leans against him. "Morning Corri."
22:16:40: Corrigan grumbles
22:16:50: Barometer “Let me guess, he grotesquely over reacted to something?”
22:17:17: Ember stops leaning against him and looks at Corrigan's face. "Something wrong?"
22:17:29: <Serotin> "I... I don't know about that... I just kissed him, because... I wanted to know if that was flirting..."
22:17:44: Corrigan pushes Ember off. "Last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened."
22:18:01: Barometer turns to the pile of poofy, prepubescent pony “You okay?”
22:18:20: Othelo climbs her way out of the sheeks and giggles at Serotin, "That'd be a yes silly, even I know that." She says before looking around. "I'm okay...We should go check... on the laundry stuff, and Breakfast"
22:18:33: Ember looks at Corrigan, surprise clearly visible on her face. "Huh? What are you talking about? I thought you liked it!"
22:19:09: Ember grins. "I know I did."
22:19:29: Corrigan growls. "It was good, but it shouldn't have happened. at all. This is why I don't drink, I get soft and sappy, and when that happens, I get involved and that is a mistake."
22:19:47: <Serotin> "I... but... I didn't mean... I mean, Banjo is nice... but... I... oh..."
22:19:53: Serotin holds his head in his hooves.
22:20:08: Banjo untangles himself from the blanket and grumbles as he puts on his gear and heads downstairs and takes a seat at one of the tables.
22:20:34: Barometer looks back at Serotin. “If it means anything, that would be a commendable trait in the Enclave. Anyway, Othelo is right, lets get our things and I’ll treat you two to breakfast.”
22:20:42: Ember frowns at Corrigan. "So. You are saying that all of that was a misstake? That you'd rather had it that we hadn't went flying together at all?"
22:21:24: Othelo rolls her eyes, "That'd be a abd thing. Stoopid enclave." She says jumping up on Barometer's back, "Well C'mon wimpy-buck, we needa get going
22:21:48: <Serotin> "Commendable? Is... liking colts not something normal in the wasteland?"
22:22:12: Corrigan nods his head and sighs. "none of it should have happened. I might as well paint a target on your back."
22:22:44: Serotin slinks out of bed.
22:23:21: Ember stares at Corrigan in disbelief for a couple of moments before angrily yelling. "You know what? Fine! Get me down and stay away from me, if that's what you want!"
22:23:30: Barometer “Different groups handle it differently, the Enclave rewords same sex relationships, but I have heard of some groups that condemn it with just as much passion. Anyway, Tim, come along.”
22:24:21: Othelo tim beeps as follows as they travel downstairs. Othelo jumps off Barometer's back once they rach the main floor and goes to get her barding, coming back a few minutes later,
22:24:38: Corrigan stands up and stretches his wings. "Its for the better." picks up Ember, puts her down on the ground and tips his hat. "Don't want you to get killed because of me." he flies off to a cloud high in the air.
22:24:45: Serotin follows Barometer and Othelo downstairs.
22:24:49: Barometer starts down the stairs, wrapping one of the sheets around herself like a toga
22:25:31: Othelo throws Barometer's clothes at her face, "Wear these, lets go find the others."
22:25:54: Corrigan lies on the cloud, watching the sunrise and looking glum.
22:26:08: Barometer slipps on her uniform and cloak
22:26:20: Barometer "You don't want some food first?"
22:26:43: Ember stares after Corrigan, trying to frown him to death before shaking her head and entering the tavern. "Fuck him." she grumbles as she steps through the door.
22:26:43: Othelo shakes her head, "Nooot hungry"
22:27:17: Barometer looks at Ember a bit worried. "Is there a problem... was it something I did?"
22:28:05: Ember trots over to Barometer, still frowning. "No. Not your fault. Asshole just flew off. I need something to burn."
22:28:15: Serotin pauses at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes fall on a black coated stallion seated on the first floor.
22:29:18: Barometer "Flew off?"
22:29:41: Othelo offers helpfully, "With his wings."
22:29:47: Serotin mumbles something close to 'wow' before shaking his head, realizing he was staring at the stallion's flanks. He continues down the steps and stands beside Barometer, looking towards Ember.
22:29:53: Ember waves her hoof in the air. "Yes. Flew. You know, with wings."
22:30:03: <Ember> "Said it was a misstake."
22:30:22: <Serotin> "Uh... excuse me?"
22:30:23: Barometer "Would you like me to go talk to him?"
22:31:05: Ember shakes her head. "Don't bother. Fuck him. Or better, he can go fuck himself from now on."
22:31:13: Serotin gulps.
22:31:20: Serotin looks down at his hooves.
22:31:27: Barometer covers Othelo's ears
22:31:36: Ember looks at Serotin. "What?"
22:31:55: Serotin shoots his head, meeting Ember's eyes. "Nothing! Nothing..."
22:31:59: seven notices Banjo, and begins to walk over to him, a slight grin on his face and takes a seat next to him. "Mornin stranger, I know just about everypony around here, but I've never seen you in here before, names Seven, but you can call me Sev for short, everypony does."
22:32:25: Othelo never gets to say fuck, "Right you guys be all awkward, Imma go find Mr. Hell Hound
22:32:27: Ember nods at Serotin. "Good. I'm not in the mood to talk."
22:32:35: Banjo "Nice to meet you, my name is Banjo, we're just passing through."
22:33:06: Corrigan idly tinkers with a revolver, a bullet in hand.
22:33:13: Othelo leave the tavern and yells at the sky, "MR HELLHOUND! MR HELLOUND!"
22:33:37: Ember goes back to staring at the wall and grumbling about creative ways to roast chicken.
22:33:41: Barometer follows the filly
22:33:56: Corrigan is lost in thought again. Looks glum.
22:34:12: <Serotin> "Did... something happen?"
22:34:30: Othelo yells as loud as she possible can. Like so loud windows crack
22:34:49: Serotin clamps his ears with his hooves.
22:34:51: seven seven cocks his head at Banjo "We?" Seven glances around "I only see one of yah"
22:35:01: Barometer winces "Maybe we should look above the clouds instead of making the town def."
22:35:12: Corrigan glances down and sighs, putting the bullet into the revolver, spins the cylinder and holsters the revolver
22:35:42: Banjo "The rest of the group is off doing stuff that doesn't interest me."
22:35:42: Ember snaps at Serotin. "Yes. Something di-" she gets cut short by Othelo's yell and glances outside. "Ugh, let's just get out of this place."
22:36:00: Serotin nods, releasing his ears.
22:36:19: Othelo sees Corrigan in the clouds and points at him before jumping on Barometer's back, "C'mon, lets go"
22:36:20: Ember stomps out of the tavern, onto the streets.
22:36:50: Barometer gently lifts into the air and flaps over to the 'Hellhound'
22:37:14: Serotin starts trotting out, craning his neck towards Banjo. "I'm sorry about last night..." he says, glumly.
22:37:14: Corrigan doesn't notice at first
22:37:48: Othelo jumps on Corrigan's face, "What're you doing"
22:38:01: Corrigan acks and peels her off. "Nothing."
22:38:07: Ember sees where Barometer and Othelo are headed and stops in the middle of the street before staring at every place besides the giant chicken. She starts wondering how it would look like if the town would burn down, that calms her down a bit.
22:38:24: <seven> "So you're with a group then? You wouldn't happen to be apart of that group I heard about thats been causing a ruckus round here are yah?"
22:38:39: Barometer takes the filly back. "Sorry, but we were worried."
22:38:52: Banjo "Well, it looks like they're finally doing something interesting. Nice to meet you, I don't think I caught your name."
22:39:08: Corrigan sighs. "Thanks, but I'm fine." he growls
22:39:11: Banjo "Why yes, yes I am."
22:39:38: Serotin trots besdie Ember. "Ember... I was given to you, with the express purpose... of keeping you alive and well... is something wrong?"
22:41:13: seven "Names Seven, pleasure to meet yah. If you don't mind, I'd be interested in talking to the rest of your group, if thats possible"
22:41:17: <Serotin> "Ember?"
22:41:36: Ember 's daydreams of burning houses are cut short by Serotin, she snaps her neck towards him. "Huh? Yeah, that giant chicken told me I was a misstake. That's what's wrong."
22:42:19: Banjo "Sure, they're right outside." gets up and walks outside to the rest of the group.
22:42:34: seven gets up and follows Banjo outside
22:42:35: Serotin gulps, mentally noting that she's /no long with Corrigan/ and then mentally kicking himself for doing so.
22:42:47: <Serotin> "That... that's not right..."
22:42:51: <Strobe> Barometer, Corrigan, and Othelo are nowhere to be found immediately outside the tavern, but Ember and Serotin are in the midst of discussion.
22:43:30: Ember 's gaze wanders towards a particulary wooden structure. "I know."
22:44:20: <Serotin> "Yuh-you're a wonderful mare... there's no reason for Corrigan to say being with you... wuh-was a mistake..."
22:45:03: Ember takes a few tentative steps towards the building before shaking her head and reminding herself that she should use her fuel for roasted chicken. She nods absentmindedly at Serotin.
22:46:23: Serotin turns his attention away from Ember, focusing on Banjo and the black stallion at his side... whom he tries his darndest not to stare at. "Uh... Banjo?"
22:48:49: Corrigan flicks the remains of his cigar off the side of the cloud and huffs.
22:58:54: Othelo pokes Mr. Hellhound, "Well, are you coming. We're going to find a job"
22:58:55: <Serotin> "I'm... sorry about last night..."
22:59:20: Banjo "Um, ok, just don't let it happen again, I'm not interested."
22:59:45: Corrigan glares at Othelo "I already have a job to do. Which is one of the reasons doing what I did last night was a mistake."
23:00:14: Serotin gives Banjo a quizzical look, glancing at Seven, then back to Banjo. "Not interested... in me, right?"
23:00:32: Othelo counters the glare with an adorable grin. "Well we're going to help you then"
23:00:41: seven looks at Ember and Serotin curiously "Now I know there are more than just three of you"
23:00:47: Corrigan narrows his eyes. "No."
23:00:48: Ember is standing with her back at the trio of bucks.
23:00:52: Banjo "Not interested in stallions, period."
23:01:10: Corrigan goes back to looking glum
23:01:32: Serotin intensifies his quizzical look for a moment, before taking on a more... normal, nervous expression.
23:01:41: <Serotin> "Ah... I... I see..."
23:01:59: Serotin takes a quick look at Seven. "And... who are you?"
23:02:13: Othelo rolls her eyes, "Right, cause I totally care what other ponies think. We're coming with and that's fina;
23:02:45: Corrigan growls. "I said. No. I don't want you to get killed on my behalf."
23:02:52: seven "My name is Seven, I'd like to speak with your whole group, but it seems you're all a bit seperated right now, and you are?
23:03:21: Othelo smiles, "Well then you better let me come. Because it'll be safer if i'm with you rather than folloing from a distance which i'll do anyway~"
23:03:27: Barometer "We aren't made of glass. Friends help eachother becuase... they just do."
23:03:33: Ember sighs and turns around. "Can we go burn something now please?"
1Serotin> "Serotin... it's nice to see a new face, mister Seven..."
5Corrigan grumbles in frustration
5Serotin turns to Ember. "I'm... I'm sure we can find /something/ to burn..."
5Barometer "What has gotten you so down? Did you have a fight with Ember... she seemed really upset.... It isn't my fault is it?"
5Othelo taps Corrigan's beak, "So you're coming mopey. Now lets get the others fore something terrible happens"
5Ember nods at Serotin and then stares at Seven. "What about you, can I burn you?"
5Serotin gapes, just a little, at the question.
5Ember grins. "It would really help me get over my mood."
5Corrigan sighs again. "I don't think you want to know."
5Serotin moves a little closer to Ember, whispering to her.
1Serotin> "Not... burn, like, you did Corrigan, right?"
5Barometer moves over next to Corrigan and settles on the cloud. "If there is anything I can do..." she patts his back.
5Ember stares at Serotin. "No! Not like that! Burn burn! With fire!"
5Othelo "I do! Tell me, telllll meeee. I'll tell you a secret in return, it's a fair deal"
5Seven walks over to Ember and extends his hoof to her "I'm afraid not miss, also I didn't get your name"
5Corrigan bristles a little. "I...I don't know...."
5Serotin backs away, with a much more evident gape. "Why would you... why would you burn a stallion you've just met!?"
5Othelo grins and prods, "Puh-leaase"
5Ember looks at the extended hoof for a moment before sighing and shaking it. "Ember."
5Corrigan "Fine." he takes a deep breath. "I did what I did last night to kill my feelings for you, Baro. There. I said it."
5Ember shakes her head at Serotin. "I burn ponies and stuff. It's what I do, get used to it."
5Corrigan grumbles. "Its not working..."
5Barometer squeaks “Me?!” She takes a few flaps back. “But-but we just met and, and-”
5Serotin looks at his hoof... the that hasn't shaken Seven's...
5Othelo suddenly realizes how awkward everything has become, "Oh. Well. good! more reason to stay so we should go,,,
5Corrigan "You and Othelo just remind me so much of..." he shudders and bristles. "...never mind..."
1Serotin> "That's... I... the wasteland..." he mumbles under his breath, unheard by anypony else.
1Ember> "Now. Let's go before I start setting these buildings on fire. Walking is not as good as burning, but it helps too."
5Barometer “I-er-um why me? Ember is so much cuter and-and she’s experienced and strong.”
5Ember gets a dreamy grin. "Maybe we'll find some nice fuel dump."
5Corrigan "there's just something about you...it brings back old feelings..."
1Serotin> "Alright..." Serotin says, glumly.
5Ember looks at Seven. "You, new guy. Pick a direction."
10 RainbowYoshi is now known as Talvus.
5Barometer starts flapping backwards slowly, chewing her lip.
5Othelo squirms, "Can we talk about this after we meet the others, they're going to leave without us?"
5Seven looks at Ember quizzically "You want me.  To lead you somewhere.  A buck who you've never met."
5Corrigan stands up. "I don't think me coming along is a good idea. I'm going to get what I need and leave."
5Corrigan he jumps off the cloud, glides down and lands with a dull thump. He gets up and dusts himself off.
5Corrigan lights a new cigar and spies Seven. He walks towards him.
5Ember nods at Seven. "I," she points a hoof at herself. "want you," she pokes Seven. "to show me where I can make a nice fire."
5Othelo pokes Barometer, "Can we go join everyone now?"
5Ember points at Serotin and Banjo. "Because they also have no clue of where to go to next."
5Barometer "right, right" she flyes down to join the others
5Serotin walks over to Seven. "Yuh-you should probably do it... she wasn't kidding about that burning thing..."
5Othelo looks at Seven as they land, "Whose that? What's going on? lets go find a job or somethn
5Corrigan walks up behind Seven, a few meters away. "You."
5Ember grunts and turns away from the fliers as they land.
5Seven is about to respond to Serotin and Ember when the Griffon interrupts his train of thought "Me?"
5Serotin places himself at the edge of the ensemble... wary of the number of ponies, and single griffin, present.
5Corrigan tips his hat back. "Yes. You know this area?"
5Barometer flushes a little more at the sight of the svelt stallion and her eyes dart between Ember, Seven and Corrigan
5Seven turns to the Griffon "As a matter of fact I do"
5Corrigan grins. "Good, I need some information."
5Ember continues scanning the area and setting things on fire in her mind.
5Barometer absent mindedly rubs her hind legs together and preens her wings nervously
5Serotin circles around everypony until he's in front of Ember.
1Serotin> "Ember?"
5Seven raises his eyebrows at that "Information eh?" Seven begins to smirk "How about we go somewhere else and talk.. Mr..?"
5Othelo smacks Barometer, "Stop that."
5Corrigan takes one last puff on his cigar. "My name's not important. Lets go."
5Barometer Huh? Stop what?"
5Othelo rolls her eyes, "Acting all blushy and stuff. Colts are gross. We have better things to do, like stalking Corrigan"
5Seven leads corrigan back into the Inn, in a dark corner where nopony should be able to hear them
5Ember looks up. "Huh what?"
5Barometer "I-I supose you're right."
5Othelo nods, "Stoopid big ponies"
5Serotin looks Ember over. "Are you... alright?"
5Ember glares at Serotin. "Do I look like I'm all right?"
5Barometer "um, I'm going to check the store for something, I'll be right back. Anypony want something from the store?!"
5Ember shakes her head at Barometer before going back at glaring at Serotin.
5Othelo is still on Barometer, "I'm coming with you so you don't flirt with anypony else. Don't trust you no more."
1Serotin> "No... no you don't, Ember..."
5Barometer bristles "I've never..."
5Othelo stares blankly at Barometer, "I'm watching you."
5Ember smirks at Serotin. "Well, there's your answer then."
5Barometer flies over to the store
1Serotin> "But... is there anything I can do to help?"
5Banjo "One moment, I have to check and see if my hypothesis is still correct."  walks away from the group "I have an idea for a new trap."
4Strobe> 3The storeowner perks up, seeing the pegasus outside his establishment.  "Hey hey!  Anything else you need from Guns n' Stuff?"
5Barometer waves to the shop owner
5Ember shakes her head. "No you can't. Unless you can get me some roasted chicken for dinner tonight."
5Serotin gulps.
5Barometer "I'm hoping to find a few bits and bobs in your miscellaneous goods."
1Serotin> "I could talk with him... about it..."
4Strobe> 3"Sure thing there missy, but it hasn't really changed from the last time you looked through," he chuckes.
5Barometer riffles around the misc items, trying to see if she can find duct tape, wonderglue and remote det caps
5Banjo "I HAVE A NEW IDEA FOR A TRAP!!!"
5Ember looks back at the tavern and store. "If they would just hurry up, we could get moving, meet some crazy ghoul or something so I can burn it. Luna knows that stuff always happens."
5Ember looks back at Serotin. "Talk to him? For what reason?"
4Strobe> 3A gutter, weakened by years of weather, snaps off the building nearest to Banjo and improbably strikes him in the head.
1Serotin> "He hurt... with what he said, right?"
5Ember nods and frowns deeply.
1Serotin> "Does he realize that?"
5Banjo stutters while trhying to stand back up "y-yup, still right.... ow."
4Strobe> 3The shopkeep rifles through his box of miscellaneous goods, checking for the materials.  "I've got a couple bottles of wonderglue over here, if you want."
1Serotin> "Does he even care?"
5Ember shrugs. "I don't fucking know."
5Ember "Probably not."
5Barometer "None of these?" she pulls one of the detonator caps from a stick of dynamite
1Serotin> "Would it make you feel better if he did? If he considered apologizing?"
4Strobe> 3The keeper rummages some more, but comes up empty hoofed.  "Nah, none of those.  The miners in the area buy them up regularly."
5Ember stares at Serotin and shrugs. "I don't know. Right now, what would make me feel better is setting something on fire, preferably him. But why do you care about me?"
5Barometer also looks to see if she can scrounge up some of the plumbing and household supplies she would need to make pipe bombs.
1Serotin> "Well... I care about you because I have to... but..."
5Ember looks away. "Right."
5Serotin looks down at his hooves for... at least the second time this morning.
1Serotin> "I like you... and I don't want to see you... hurt..."
5Ember "We've been through this already Sero. You do /not/ have to...huh?"
5Ember manages a small smile at Serotin. "Thanks."
5Serotin smiles back.
5Ember 's smiles dissapears again. "But like I said. You do /not/ have to care for me. I am /not/ your boss. Understand?"
5Othelo looks around all bored like, "Can we go?"
5Serotin nods.
5Ember smiles again. "Good. Now, I really need to go burn something to the ground."
5Barometer "Thanks anyway." looks a little abashed for not buying anything. "I'll take one of the wonderglues, thank you"
4Strobe> 3The shopkeep flashes her a peppy grin.  "Absolutely, that'll be 5 caps."
5Barometer give him the five caps and heads back to the group
5Othelo sighs, "Okay, we needa find Corrigan and follow him to help him... right
5Barometer "But you said we weren't going to stalk him didn't you?"
5Banjo Looks at ember "We could always go find some raiders or slaver and burn them."
1Othelo> "I said we will if we have to."
5Barometer shifts nervously "Okay. Tim, locate Corrigan."
5Ember grins at Banjo. "Now that sounds like a good idea."
1Serotin> "Right... kill... more ponies..."
5Serotin frowns, slightly.
4Strobe> 3Tim beeps an acknowledgement and turns to focus on a figure emerging from a nearby doorway.
5Ember 's grins grows wider. "Slavers and raiders are no ponies. So we kill them."
5Corrigan takes out his rifle and works the level with a satisfying crunch. "Alright, listen up!"
5Othelo turns to Corrigan and listens up
5Corrigan "I'm heading to Op Four on a job, all those coming with me, I leave in 10 mins."
4Strobe> 3Seven hastily explains what OpFour is for the ponies that have no idea what the blazes Corrigan is talking about.
5Corrigan "Gather up anything you need and meet me here."
5Othelo waves, "I'm coming, and so is Bar"
5Seven "And I'll be accomopanying you as well"
5Barometer tenses at being volunteered by a child, but nods and falls in beside Corrigan.
5Corrigan goes back into the tavern and sits in a booth, starts planning.
5Barometer "So, um Corrigan, can I intorest you and Othelo in some breakfast before we go?"
5Corrigan nods. "I don't see why not."
5Othelo is about to say something but her tummy growls loudly and answers that question
5Barometer "So, what would you two like?"
5Corrigan "anything."
5Othelo hums, "Cereal. Sugary"
5Barometer nods and heads over to the counter to order some cereal and coffee
5Barometer and a juice box
5Seven turns to face Ember "You wanted to burn things right?  Well then coming with us should give you the opportunity to"
5Othelo wanted coffee
5Ember is torn between getting the hell away from Corrigan and finding some raiders and slavers on her own, and going with the others, enjoy the safety of the group and get the possible chance at roasted chicken. She would really like some roasted chicken. She decides to wait outside the tavern, ten minutes shouldn't be too long, she could probably hold it out until then. Besides, sometimes you just have to make small sacrifices. And
4Strobe> 3The gruff barpony is still at the counter, as if he never sleeps.  "Sugar apple bombs, a juice box, and a couple mugs of coffee'll run ya 25 caps," he growls.
5Barometer pays the gruff pony and heads back, dishing out three servings of apple bombs two mugs and poars a bit out of her own mug into a clean shot glass for Othelo.
5Othelo pokes at the shot of coffee... laughs manically before downing it. "Deli-" makes a face, "Ack. Well it's okay."
5Corrigan looks up from his cereal. "You don't have to come with us. It's going to be dangerous and I would rather not put you or Othelo in danger. I learnt my lesson last time."
5Othelo devours the cereal and looks up at Corrigan with a milk moustach, "Too bad we're coming" she says before finishing her meal
5Corrigan smiles and sighs, slowly munching on his cereal.
5Barometer "If I try to stop her she will just go anyway, without my help
5Corrigan nods
5Othelo nods at Barometer, "So. Who do we remind you a? you said something before..."
5Corrigan freezes and puts the spoon down. His smile fades. "You really want to know, don't you...?"
5Othelo nods, "Is why I asked"
5Corrigan takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and bristles. "You two remind me...of my wife and daughter..."
5Barometer goes stark white “yo-yo-your wife?”
5Othelo squirms awkwardly, "Oh."
5Corrigan sighs and pinches his nose. "yes..."
5Corrigan looks up. "That's why I am the way I am. They were murdered a few years ago."
5Corrigan looks back at his cereal, tears welling up. "I had to bury them..."
5Othelo hugs Corrigan
5Barometer “...oh, I’m so sorry.”  She pats him on he back, but seems to keep the actual contact as brief as possible.
5Corrigan hugs Othelo, tears falling down his face. "she was only 3..."
5Othelo takes offense to being compared to a three year old but doesn't say that, "Sorry... think it's time to go."
5Corrigan sniffs and stands up. "Yes." he wipes his face on his poncho. "Lets." he heads towards the door.
5Serotin looses on single drop from his tear ducts after hearing Corrigan's story.
5Ember is still waiting impatiently outside. She was promised something to burn by Seven and she would get it too.
5Othelo follows after Corrigan
5Barometer follows, adjusting her dynamite belt and pulling out her cloud
5Ember avoids looking at Corrigan as he exits.
5Banjo is still in the street standing alone "Hello?"
5Barometer still looks half a ghost "Um, hi Ember."
4Strobe> 3The group begins to slowly assemble in the stree outside the tavern.  The only ponies not outside yet are Seven and Serotin.
5Ember nods at Barometer.
5Serotin gives a nervous glance to Seven, before trotting outside.
5Corrigan checks his equipment, shifting his guitar and rifle into a comfy position on his back, without saying a word.
5Seven walks over to Barometer and Othelo. "I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced, my name is Seven, but most ponies call me Sev for short" He extends a hoof towards Barometer.
5Othelo peers at Seven, "I don't trust you... also Hi, I'm Othelo"
5Barometer takes the hoof, noding "Barometer."
1Serotin> "So... uh... Seven? What do you do?" Serotin says as he moves roughly inbetween Ember and Seven.
5Seven gives out a bit of a snicker at Othelo's statement "Good, I wouldn't trust me either"
5Othelo jumps on Barometer's back and takes out Fly Swatter to fiddle with it, "Lets go"
5Seven looks over at Serotin "I guess you could say I'm a bit of a diplomat...although at the same time I hit things."
5Serotin raises an eyebrow.
5Ember rolls her eyes, that Seven buck promised her something to burn but she wasn't seeing it.
5Barometer pulls out her cloud and shift Othelo so the filly is sitting on her stomach as she flops onto the cloud
5Corrigan spreads his wings majestically before backflipping and flying up in mid air
5Othelo giggles a bit and resists the urge to tickle Barometer, "Okay. lets goooo already:
5Barometer follows after Corrigan, pulling out some of her dynamite to set up a few bundles. She looks up from her work every now and again to make sure she is still following Corrigan
4Strobe> 3OpFour is visible, if not clearly, from their position in the town.  It's a good few hundred feet vertically removed, and easily a couple miles as the pegasus flies.  Unfortunately, the winding path is less than helpful, resulting in close to four miles of trails and paths to get to a decent distance.  The terrain doesn't help any, meaning that if they group
4Strobe> 3starts now, they should make it to the general are of the outpost just after mid-day.
5Ember starts walking, keeping a good pace. The sooner she would get there, the better.
5Seven starts to fall in behind them, a look of uncertainty on his face
5Serotin nearly gallops along.
5Banjo begins to follow them.
5Corrigan leads the way, rifle drawn, ready for anything
5Othelo closes her eyes and rests, but doesn't fall asleep.
5Barometer nudges Othelo after about an hour of traval and flyes next to Corrigan
4Strobe> 3Barometer busies herself messing around with her sticks of dynamite, tying them together.  The bigger bundle she fiddles with just falls apart in her hooves, but the other one appears to have been tied correctly.
5Othelo blinks and opens her eyes. Totally not sleeping. She sees corrigan, "Hey Mr h-. I mean corrigan. You okay?"
5Barometer "I think some of the other ponies may be guitting tired, would you mind holding Othelo so I can ferry them further up?"
4Strobe> 3A few hours later, the group approaches visual range of the outpost.  They can see the gates of the chainlink fence, and some ponies milling about in front.
5Corrigan doesn't say a word and puts Othelo on his back.
5Othelo holds onto Corrigan's neck, "Sure you're okay? you look sad/"
5Corrigan lands. "I'm fine."
1Serotin> "I wonder if they'll be as hospitable as that group back at the tavern..."
5Corrigan glares at the complex. "Shift change is tomorrow, for now, we hunker down and wait."
5Ember looks at Serotin. "What group?"
5Barometer "Who are these ponies?"
5Othelo blinks, "Wait until tomorrow?"
5Seven looks over at Barometer "They're part of the Wyomare Republic...you do know who they are don't you?"
5Corrigan stares at the complex. "One of them is a criminal, and I'm here to put em down."
1Serotin> "Last night... some of the... uh... soldiers, I think... they were at the tavern. I don't know anything about the Wyomare Republic..."
1Ember> "So. Can we burn /them/?"
5Barometer "Yes, obstinate ponies who claim to be the good guys, but refuse to help anypony.”
5Othelo squirms a bit, "So we're killing them all?" she says, her eyes a bit wide
1Serotin> "Why would we do that!?"
5Seven "Alright, well these are some of their soldiers"
5Ember just grins.
5Corrigan looks at the group. "We are not killing them all. There is one target, the rest are innocent. One. Target."
1Serotin> "Why are we killing anypony!?" Serotin says as he turns to Corrigan.
5Ember glares at Corrigan. Now he was also taking away her fun?
5Banjo "Two reasons serotin 1. Because it's a job and jobs pay 2. they're a criminal and criminals are bad ponies."
5Corrigan glares at Serotin. "an eye for an eye. This pony has been tried for murder, and I'm here to excecute."
5Othelo raises her hoof
5Corrigan nods at Othelo. "mm?"
5Othelo squirms, "Uh. How're we all gunna get in there?"
5Barometer "The air strikes me as the best Idea, I can cook up an overcast in an hour or so."
5Corrigan looks around. "I'm not sure. Give me some time and I'll come up with something."
5Corrigan looks up at the trees. "I'm going to recon. I'll be back later, don't get yourselves killed." he dissapears into the tree.
5Serotin trots up to Corrigan, well within his personal space. He's pressing his snout up against Corrigan's neck.
5Ember demonstratively sits down.
1Serotin> "*Who* are we killing, Corrigan?"
5Othelo looks around and gulps, "So... uh... anyone have something to do?"
5Serotin trots up to Seven, well within his personal space. He's pressing his snout up against Seven's neck.
1Serotin> "*Who* are we killing?"
5Seven turns to Serotin "A buck.  His name is Mudslide, I've never heard of him doing anything wrong, but if what Corrigan said is true, we'll be getting rid of one less murderer, which is fine by me"
5Ember looks at Othelo. "I could make my horn glow."
5Barometer "I could fly back to town and get you something to read."
5Othelo grumbles, "Books are boring though."
5Serotin steps back.
5Serotin tries to keep his eyes off Seven's flanks, returning to Ember's circle.
5Serotin plops down beside her.
5Barometer rummages around for a sharp stick or rock
5Othelo lies on the ground and closes her eyes, "Bored."
5Seven "You know you're all a very odd bunch.  Blindly following a Griffon without a care, and then taking on a new member whom you know nothing about."
5Ember shrugs. "It's nothing compared to how we met in the first place."
5Barometer brings a stick or rock back to Othelo "You could make some drawings if you like."
1Othelo> "Shutup. Or I'll shootya"
5Othelo looks up at Barometer, "I can't draw"
5Seven snickers "They're so cute at that age"
5Othelo growls, "Amnot"
5Barometer "want to learn? or I could just tkae you on a fly, gather up some clouds."
5Othelo shrugs, "Wouldn't it be dangerous flyin' round here?"
5Ember goes back at grumbling and imagining the world in flames.
5Seven walks over to Ember "So...why exactly are you so obsessed with burning things?"
5Barometer shrugs "We flew to this point without ant trouble."
1Barometer> any*
5Ember shoots an annoyed look at Seven. "Because fire. Don't ask stupid questions."
5Serotin rests his head against Ember, lightly.
5Ember ignores Serotin.
5Banjo gives seven a quizzical look "Her name is ember, she's red, and she has a flamer, it's fairly obvious."
5Othelo nods and jumps onto Barometer's back, "Stayed up too late last night. Got up to early. Soooo lame"
5Seven looks at her confused "There has to be a reason, you don't just burn things for the hell of it"
5Ember looks at Seven. "Yes I do."
5Serotin closes his eyes, ignoring the fact that he's being ignored.
1Banjo> Banjo "Why can't she? It's fire, fire is awesome."
5Ember nods at Banjo. "See?"
5Serotin mumbles something about pyromania.
5Seven gives up "If you say so"
5Ember lies down, content that she won the argument.
5Barometer flies up slowly enough that Othelo won’t fall off if she goes to sleep and starts wrangling clouds towards the outpost.
5Ember nods at Banjo. "See?"
5Serotin mumbles something about pyromania.
5Seven gives up "If you say so"
5Ember lies down, content that she won the argument.
5Barometer flies up slowly enough that Othelo won’t fall off if she goes to sleep and starts wrangling clouds towards the outpost.
5Ember starts blowing raspberries. "This is boring. Waiting is boring."
5Othelo yawns and looks down at the ground, "Dunno how you get used to this."
5Banjo finds a pile of rocks and starts using his malleable reality spell to warp little holes into the rocks and fusing them together.
5Barometer "Just time. You learn to trust the sky to take care of you after a while. Though the first time I looked off the edge of Neighvaro I nearly wet myself."
5Seven walks over to Banjo "Sooooo...whats your story?"
5Serotin has fallen asleep atop Ember, sleeptalking about fires.
5Corrigan lands in a dull thump beside everyone
5Othelo giggles a bit at the though, "Don't give me any ideas.... it's not that scary. Just kinda scary. So long as I don't fall"
5Corrigan tips hat. "Howdy."
5Banjo stops messing with reality at looks at seven "I lived on a farm, it got raided, and I just started wandering."
5Ember , inspired by Banjo, uses magic of her own to make a small ward above her and has it spew its wrath to the sky, creating a small flame in essence.
5Barometer "You won't, and even if you do, I'll catch you. That's a promise."
5Seven "Not one for talking are you?"
5Othelo yawns and holds close, "Good then. I'm glad..."
5Corrigan "Alright, got a plan. it involves fire and explosions. But first, Sev, what do you do best?"
4Strobe> 3Winter days means the light from the sun quickly dips behind the taller mountains to the west.  Midday may have only been a few hours ago, but night falls quickly, and the valley is enshrouded in twilight.
5Banjo "Sorry, I don't really know you, and I hate inefficiency so I like to keep things short."
5Othelo takes a quick nap on Barometer, resting up for the epic adventure to come
5Serotin snores.
5Ember 's ears twitch at the word 'fire' coming from Corrigan's mouth.
5Seven "I can respect that Banjo, where I grew up, if you talked out of turn, you got beaten"  Seven turns to face Corrigan "What do I do best?  I persuade ponies to do things.  Well that and i hit things."
5Serotin wakes, but doesn't move much.
5Corrigan "Good, you an I have got a job to do. I'll explain it all tomorrow morning, everyone is going to need to be in good shape for this to go down well."
5Corrigan yawns. "I'll see y'all tomorrow." he flies up into the tree to the biggest branch, looking out over the complex.
5Othelo turns out her nap was more than as she doesn't appear to be waking up anytime soon
1Serotin> "Ember?" Serotin whispers.
5Ember is staring at the flame she created, mesmerized by the changing shapes and colours. It wasn't much of a fire, but it was enough to calm her down a bit. Without looking away from the flame she answers Serotin. "What?"
1Serotin> "Did you... like, Corrigan?"
5Ember keeps staring intently at the flame. "Yes." is her short answer.
5Seven goes over to the edge of the group and lies down, his gaze fixed on the sky above.
1Serotin> "Do you still like him?"
5Barometer flyes over to Corrigan's tree "So what are we doing?"
5Ember doesn't answer, instead she just keeps looking at the shifting colours.
5Serotin sighs, shifting himself a little bit but not removing his head from Ember's backside.
5Corrigan smiles at Baro, "Simple, I think I have a way to minimise innocent casualties and still get my target."
5Ember closes her eyes and lets the flame die out.
1Serotin> "What do you do if you like somepony... and they don't like you back?"
5Barometer "are you going to tell anypony?"
5Ember mumbles. "I don't know Sero, and I'm not really in the mood to talk about it."
5Corrigan takes off his hat and scratches his head. "Of course."
1Serotin> "Alright... sorry for... disturbing you..."
5Barometer looks at him expectantly
5Ember grunts in acknowledgement.
5Corrigan takes the hint. "Well, I need you and Ember to set up a distraction while Sev and I slip into the complex. I have it on good authority that one of the guards is bedridden, we find him and get some info"
5Corrigan "Banjo will provide cover because, quite frankly, I don't want him near my op, Serotin is going to take Othelo to a safe distance. I don't need a melee fighter and I'm not going to put Othelo in harms way. no way."
5Corrigan "Once we have what we need, we'll lead my target into an ambush and-" punches his palm. "bang."
5Barometer sighs "So you need something blown up? Anything in particular or do you just want a heated disagreement between mares? That was always distracting."
5Barometer "And how will you be sure its the right one?"
5Corrigan "I just need a big explosion to distract the guards and lead them out, Ember will keep them out. As for how I will know... I guess I'm running on assumptions. It really depends on the ambush."
5Othelo squirms on Barometer's back but doesn't wake up
5Banjo "ooh new idea."  casts a shield spell over himself.  "I have an idea for a new trap."
5Barometer "Just don't be hasty and do something you will regret okay?"
5Corrigan nods. "I won't."
5Barometer "I'll let Ember know so we can plan something okay?"
4Strobe> 3the rock that Banjo had been manipulating violently explodes underneath him, circumventing the shield.  He'll have to be more careful with his meddling with reality.
5Corrigan makes himself comfy. "As for now, we sit and wait."
5Barometer flyes over, wakes Ember and tells her the plan. "So how do you think we should keep their attention? Have an argument, a full out brawl or something?"
5Ember shrugs. "I'm fine with whatever, as long as I can set stuff on fire afterwards."
5Ember ponders. "But I think an argument might be easier."
01:26:59: Ember adds. "Also, it won't involve us hurting each other, which is a good thing."
01:27:34: Barometer "Alright, we should argue about something real, it would add beleavability. Sugestions?"
01:28:14: Serotin pulls himself off of Ember. "Wait... Corrigan wants /me/ to take care of Othelo?"
01:28:26: Ember shrugs. "I don't argue a lot."
01:28:29: Barometer "No."
01:28:34: <Strobe> True night falls, the inky blackness descending over the valley. Lights issue from the camp, enough for the guards at the gate to see, and a lone, travelling lantern marks a patrolling guard. More lights spill from open tentflaps, showing that somepony is still awake inside.
01:28:48: Othelo wets the bed. Which in this case would be Barometer. Probably not very hygenic.
01:29:28: Barometer winces as her wigs tense up
01:29:57: Barometer gently takes the filly off her back and kicks herself for not buying an extra towel
01:30:14: Ember looks at Barometer and Othelo. "Something wrong?"
01:30:54: Barometer "nothing, She just burst a botle of cleaner I was keeping in my bags."
01:31:10: Othelo is still fast asleep, which is probably for the best. let Barometer deal with."
01:31:25: Ember nods. "I see, need some water to wash it away with?"
01:32:09: Barometer "that would be great, thanks." she moves away from the group, takes the filly's armor off and uses the clean sections of her cloak to clean her up.
01:32:32: Ember follows her and gives her a bottle of purified water.
01:32:47: Othelo is still asleep dreaming about lakes, no wait she wakes up, "Huh...wat. "
01:34:11: Barometer "A bottle of chemiclas burst in my pack, sorry."
01:34:47: Ember stands next to Barometer as she cleans up. "So... something to argue about. The weather?"
01:35:35: Barometer cocks her head. "You would get into a heated debate over the weather? Really?"
01:36:09: Barometer "I'm a weather pony and even I think that sounds silly."
01:36:16: Ember shrugs. "As I said, I don't argue a lot. Know anything better?"
01:36:27: Othelo blinks as she gets cleaned up, and totally believes your story. Totally.
01:37:08: Barometer "What makes you angry Ember? anything?"
01:37:21: Serotin falls asleep beside Ember.
01:37:56: Ember "Anything /could/ make me angry, if I disagree with it."
01:38:06: Ember grins.
01:38:47: Barometer "Okay, how about you sleep on it and I'll work off whatever you come up with?"
01:39:49: Ember perks up. "I know! What about Corrigan? I know I can get really mad at him! You'll have to do the hard part though, defending him."
01:39:54: Corrigan falls aslee in the tree.
01:40:28: Ember lies down and makes herself comfortable. "I'm sure you'll be able to do it though."
01:40:38: Barometer "That will work." she finishes cleaning off Othelo and finds an ice place to durle up for the night.
01:41:05: Ember falls asleep.
01:41:13: seven stares off into the night for about an hour and eventually falls asleep.
01:41:23: Othelo mumbles an apology to Barometer before falling to sleep again
01:43:28: <Strobe> The members of the group all drift off to sleep, the long hike and longer boring wait taking quite a toll. Tomorrow promises to be even more difficult on them. Banjo remains on watch, for at least a little while, as the night presses on, the moon rising above the landscape. It's quite full now, certainly only a day or two at the most from full brilliance.
01:44:04: <Strobe> The sun of the next day crests the horizon slowly, spilling harsh light into the valley once again. The clouds from yesterday appear to have mostly moved on, leaving the sky clear save a few scattered, small patches.
01:45:03: Corrigan wakes up, stretches, and dives out of the tree, landing next to Seven
01:45:17: seven is startled awake by Corrigan
01:45:30: Corrigan "This shift change, when is it?"
01:45:40: Barometer gets up and pulls off her Enclave barding, the last thing she wants to happen is to be shot on sight for being Enclave.
01:46:10: seven "Should be around noon"
01:46:15: Othelo wakes up slowly, and is dry! That should not be an accomplishment actually, but damnit let her have this. "Right." She yawns. "Plan time."
01:46:16: Ember goes through her morning ritual of yawning, stretching and getting up. She was in a better mood than yesterday, mostly because she was excited that she could finally use her flamer again.
01:46:44: Corrigan "Good." he turns to the group. "Do we need to go over this one more time?"
01:47:01: Ember shrugs.
01:47:14: Barometer goes trotting off to find something along the road to blow up
01:47:27: Corrigan "No?"
01:47:36: Corrigan "We all know what to do?"
01:47:46: seven nods
01:48:06: Banjo "So I just shoot at ponies?"
01:48:11: <Othelo> "Ready Cap't!
01:48:23: Ember nods. "Distract guards, trap guards outside."
01:48:28: Corrigan shakes his head. "No, Banjo, not unless we shoot first. comprende?"
01:48:52: Banjo "So I just sit here and do nothing?"
01:48:58: Corrigan turns to Ember. "Think you can make a ring of fire around them if things get hairy?"
01:49:19: Corrigan "and yes, Banjo, sit and wait. I'm counting on you to watch my back, okay?"
01:49:45: Banjo "Sho- watch your back, got it."
01:50:02: Barometer comes back after making her decision. "I have another idea on how to stall them. How good an actor are you Othelo?"
01:50:13: Corrigan nods. "And if we can't shoot first, I will give you a signal, alright?"
01:50:28: Othelo grins, "I'm the best ever, whaddya need?"
01:51:20: Barometer "If the guards head back before everypony else is ithe clear I need you to bertend to have been hurt in the explosion. Whine, yell and cause everypony to pay attention to you."
01:51:27: <Barometer> pretend*
01:51:48: Othelo nods, "I can do that"
01:52:23: Barometer "let's do this then." heads back off to set her charge
01:52:24: Ember shakes her head. "I could prevent them from going back to the camp though, if I can get between them and the entrance."
01:52:48: Barometer "and that will be plan C."
01:52:57: Corrigan stands up. "Hold it, wait for the shift change."
01:53:06: Othelo sneaks off towards the road but stays hidde, waiting for her job
01:54:01: Corrigan goes back to Seven. "You ready? gonna need you to extract info on the bedridden pony."
01:54:05: Barometer wiats for the signal
01:54:17: seven "Ready as I'll ever be"
01:54:17: Ember follows Barometer and waits.
01:54:53: Corrigan nods. "Right, I'm guessing Serotin is safely away?"
01:55:06: Ember just nods.
01:55:23: <Strobe> Not terribly many hours later, a group of six boisterous soldiers issues from the gates, laughing amongst themselves and trotting down the trail. A pair of assault rifles, a pair of large SMGs, a LMG, and a markspony carbine among them. Clearly, these toopers are *not* lightly armed. Still in view at the camp are two ponies at the entrance. With the day
01:55:40: <Strobe> the patrolling pony is no longer visible, leaving at least two, possibly three unaccounted for.
01:56:03: Corrigan "wait for them to get far enough..."
01:56:19: Corrigan looks around. "aaaaand...."
01:56:28: Corrigan "...go."
01:56:29: Barometer setts off her bomb “Okay Ember, lets do this. We want it good and heated by the time they get here... ahem. So what is you problem with Corrigan, he seems like a nice guy.”
01:56:53: Corrigan waits for the distraction
01:57:44: Ember starts slowly trotting towards the entrance to make sure the guards will notice the pair. "What is my problem? What is my problem?! I'll tell you what my problem is! He just left me! Bam! Just like that!"
01:57:56: seven stands next to Corrigan waiting for the distraction.
01:58:19: Corrigan waits for the guards to leave their posts...
01:58:27: Barometer “I’m sure he had a reason. Didn’t he tell you?”
01:58:48: <Strobe> The two ponies at the entrance jolt out of their boredom induced stupor and raise their weapons in the direction of the billowing cloud of snow and debris. "Who goes there?" one of them shouts, levitating a submachine gun.
01:59:19: Corrigan "...wait for it..."
01:59:54: Ember shakes her head. "Just some bullshit about how it all was a misstake. A misstake! Ha! I'll tell you, he didn't think it was a misstake last night!" Ember ignores the guard's call, focusing on raging about Corrigan.
02:00:47: Barometer “Sure your quite attractive and very... experienced,” she twists her tone so experienced has the least complementary connotation possible. “but that may not be what he is looking for in a mare.”
02:01:06: Corrigan nudges Seven and starts sneaking around the side of the camp.
02:01:27: Ember goes on, raising her voice some more. "He could've fucking told me last night! Before we wen't ahead on the roof!"
02:01:35: seven follows trying to be as quiet as possible
02:02:02: Barometer gets snarky “You should just get over it. You clearly just lost out to somepony else. Be gracious.”
02:02:05: Corrigan is now standing next to the fence, convinced the guards are distracted. he looks at Sev. "Ready?"
02:02:30: seven nodding to Corrigan "Let's do this"
02:03:11: Corrigan picks up Seven and flies over the fence, revolver drawn. "Right, bedridden pony, go."
02:03:13: Ember shakes her head and stomps her hoof on the ground. "What the hay do you know about that?! I trusted him! I trusted him and he left me!"
02:04:14: <Strobe> The SMG wielding unicorn, obviously the more senior of the two, motions for the other, armed with an assault rifle, to check out the disturbance more closely, and trots out to keep him in sight, but doesn't actually leave the gate. He shouts back into the camp for somepony named "Tart" to come out and help.
02:04:39: Barometer “I guess he just like ponies with some... self controle instead of ones who act like a filly in her first season.”
02:05:20: Ember snorts. "What do you mean with that! Are you insulting me?!"
02:05:26: Corrigan drifts between tents, looking for the bedridden pony, occasionally shaking his head at Seven.
02:05:47: seven "Alright, he should be located be in one of the smaller tents, they're usually the living quarters. lets try to make this fast"
02:06:10: Corrigan nods and points to a bunch, then to Seven
02:06:17: Corrigan goes to a different bunch
02:06:22: Barometer "I guess mud ponies aren't as dumb as I thought, but I still need to spell it out huh? You're a tramp, harlot, lose pony, whorse... need I go on?"
02:06:25: <Strobe> "Tart" turns out to be a pinkish pony with a markspony carbine in tow. "Yeah boss?" he inquires. "Something weird out there," the boss gestures to the plume of dust, "go check it out. Gust is already on his way." The markspony gives a brief salute and gallops over the ridge. By now, "Gust" has caught sight of the arguing mares.
02:07:14: seven begins to sift through the smaller tents looking for the bedridden buck.
02:07:42: Ember gasps and glares at Barometer, but gives her a small wink before raging on. "You! You've got some gut to call me that you featherbrain! You're just a worthless chicken, Enclave!" she spits out the last word with venom.
02:07:47: Corrigan does the same
02:08:00: Barometer “You’re just bitter! You can’t accept that somepony could want me more than you!”
02:08:41: seven looks out of the tent he looked into and shakes his head at Corrigan
02:08:47: <Strobe> Gust crests the hill to see the two mares arguing, and his guard immediately relaxes at least a little bit. His assault rifle's trigger bit falls from his mouth and he leans away from the confrontation, content to enjoy the show.
02:09:19: Barometer “Yeah, you guessed right. You lost to me!”
02:09:44: seven pokes his head into the tent next to the one he looked into
02:09:49: Ember "You! He wants you over me?! That...that...Graaah!" She stomps around and pokes her hoof at Barometer. "At least I slept with him! You can't say that, can you?"
02:10:05: Corrigan points at the last one, revolver ready. "Ready?" he whispers
02:10:19: seven nods his head
02:10:32: Barometer "No, I can't. You slept with him and still lost HA!"
02:10:50: Corrigan opens the tent flap and points the gun inside, before waving Seven inside
02:11:05: seven follows Corrigan into the tent
02:11:48: Ember lets out a loud scream of frustration before turning back at Barometer. "Why? Why the buck would he prefer you over me? You're just some worthless piece of cloud!"
02:12:40: <Strobe> Tart joins Gust, but remains alert, keeping his carbine levitated in the direction of the two mares. He keeps scanning the surroundings, looking for a way this could go south.
02:13:24: Barometer "And you are just some hussy with a cock shaped horn on her head."
02:13:43: Corrigan points at one of the beds with a large lump in it. "Cmon, make it quick." stays by the tent flap, peering out.
02:14:03: Barometer “And you wana know why I didn’t join in? Your a lousy kisser, killed my wingboner in an instant.”
02:14:19: <Strobe> Inside the tent Corrigan and Seven enter, a shivering pony lies on one of the closer lower bunks. A "well used" bucket rests beside the bunk, and the pony on the bed moans in abject misery./
02:14:46: Ember glares daggers at Barometer. "And you're nothing more than hot air!" She gasps. "You take that back! You /did/ so much want to join in! I could see it in your eyes!"
02:15:37: seven walks over to the bedridden buck. "Ah, Private Flop, its been awhile, I'm afraid I don't have time for pleasantries, but could you please tell me where Mudslide is?"
02:16:28: Ember grows a grin. "You know what I think? I think you're just jealous and making this up."
02:16:32: <Strobe> The pony on the bed just glares daggers at Seven for interrupting his fun times. "Why do you wanna know?" he demands.
02:16:47: Othelo has a deep feeling of dread when Barometer says, "You saw it in my eyes because I was looking at Corrigan, I'd rather be raped by a hellhound than sleep with you!"
02:17:24: seven "He left his watch over at the Inn, and I've come to return it to him"
02:18:29: <Strobe> Flop chuckles heavily before retching and almost losing another portion of his lunch to the bucket. "Bullshit. Doesn't wear a watch," he pants heavily. "And that griffon looks like business."
02:18:55: Corrigan rolls his eyes and goes back to keeping watch
02:19:35: Ember "Yeah? Well. I'd rather be impaled on my own bucking flamer than ever have to even look at you! You disgust me!"
02:21:05: Othelo has nothing to do. Barometer however has plenty and says, "Well! It's right there go ahead! But I'm sure after you were done it'd leave you too!"
02:21:57: seven "You seem to be missing the point Floppy, you see, if you don't tell me where Mudslide is, you, and everypony else in this camp is going to die. Most likely by fire."
02:22:47: <Strobe> The stricken trooper pales more, if that's possible, and points a shaky hoof at the largest of the tents in the camp, the one next to the radio tower. "He's on radio duty today," he coughs.
02:23:04: Ember yells in Barometer's face. "I feel much more like doing that with you right now!"
02:23:06: Corrigan looks at Seven. Nods.
02:23:19: Corrigan "Shall we?"
02:23:30: <Strobe> The two soldiers outside remain captivated by the mares' heated discussion. Tart still keeps a wary eye on the surroundings, but Gust seems to be actually enjoying the specatcle, sitting back on his haunches with a silly grin on his face.
02:23:33: seven pats Flop on the head "Theres a good buck. Alright Corrigan, lets move"
02:23:55: Corrigan peers outside the tent, waves Seven out.
02:24:23: seven walks out of the tent, headed for the radio tower
02:24:37: Corrigan follows, watching the surroundings
02:25:14: seven gets to the tower and nods at Corrigan "After you"
02:25:20: Othelo Baromtere says, "You'd like that wouldn' you!"
02:25:31: Corrigan nods and goes inside, revolver raised
02:26:04: Ember smirks. "Yes I would. And what are you gonna do about it? Fly away? Like you fled your home like the coward you are? After you destroyed a filly's life?"
02:26:06: <Strobe> Mudslide looks up from the console to a raised revolver and launches himself out of the chair backward, coming up with LMG raised and ready to fire.
02:26:06: seven follows catiously, ready to strike out with his hoof spikes if need be
02:26:46: Corrigan aims for mudslide's head. "ah-ah-aaah~"
02:26:58: <Othelo> Barometer has tears in her eyes, "I! You... What do you know about that, i was trying to help them. When have you stuck your neck out for anything but your own libido
02:28:21: <Strobe> "What the fuck do you want?"
02:29:01: Ember lets out a small triumphant laugh, sensing that she had hit a nerve. "So what if you tried helping them one time? You fucked up! You are responsible! And for me? I've stuck my neck out multiple times, and got bitten in the flank for it too!"
02:29:26: Corrigan doesn't lower his revolver. "You've got a price on your head. you AND your brother."
02:30:14: seven tenses, feeling that all hes good for right now is a bullet sponge
02:30:33: <Othelo> Barometer chovers Ember slightly, "I know I fucked up and responsible! At least when i fuck up I take responsibility for my actions, why do you think i'm even here! You got Corrigan drunk, fucked him, and now you're shocked it was a one night stand. You're the one who fucked up your chance and all you can do is blame other"
02:30:35: <Strobe> That certainly confuses the stallion. "What're you talking about?" he asks uncertainly, his voice wavering but his weapon staying rock steady, pointed at Corrigan
02:30:59: Corrigan pulls out the Mudslide wanted poster and throws it to him
02:32:13: <Strobe> The gunner doesn't move his gun, but flashes a look at the poster. Yeah, that was his face alright. "What's it for?" he asks, voice firming up again.
02:33:00: Ember gets pushed backwards slightly and glares at Barometer again. "Fine. I did get him drunk. But it was not my fault entirely! He's a big griffon, and he could've said 'no' at any point! Because he didn't, I assumed he wanted to. Is that so fucking weird?!"
02:33:19: Corrigan "Criminal activities, but word is you are a murderer."
02:34:19: <Strobe> "Now that's some high quality bullshit. I've ben WRAF for three tours now. Enlisted right out of Canton as young as I could. Either the "word" is a liar, or your client lied to your face about it."
02:35:04: <Othelo> Barometer says, "NO It's not! What's weird was that you had for any moment thought it was going to be anything other than a one night stand! You must be retarded or something,"
02:35:55: Corrigan raises an eyebrow, "Client? don't insult me, I'm a bounty hunter, I find my own jobs. Clients are for lazy trigger happy mercs"
02:37:04: <Strobe> "Doesn't matter, the reason is still bullshit. You've got about five seconds to walk back out that door before I decide to start resisting in earnest," he says, gripping his weapon tighter.
02:38:13: Corrigan stands his ground. "I'm not here to argue semantics, you provide proof of your innocence and I might reconsider. Pay the 2k caps for your bounty and I'll leave. Other than that, you've passed judgment, and I'm here to excecute.
02:38:33: Ember yells again. "One night stands is all I have okay?! I was hoping. Hoping it could be more than that, guess I was fucking wrong. Again. But you are the retarded one if you think you make a chance at him! You've got nothing on me! Nothing at all! And even if he gets you to bed, he'll just dump you like he does with everyone! You've seen that mare in the camp! She was just as an unlucky bitch as we!"
02:40:07: <Othelo> Barometer starts to talk but can't seem to argue with her... "Well maybe there's more to him then just his cock! Maybe if you actually tried to get to know him he wouldn't have treated you like the whore you are."
02:40:12: <Strobe> "Now if that isn't a steaming pile. How the fuck am I supposed to prove my innocence when you've got a gun pointed at my head? How the fuck am I supposed to get 2000 caps on a trooper's salary?" He spits at the ground. "No, you all but sealed the deal when you walked in the door no matter how true the bounty is."
02:41:14: Ember "We talked! He brought me flying! Showed me the stars on a cloud! How is that not romantic?!"
02:42:37: <Othelo> Barometer says, "We see clouds and stars everynight, and you were just in it for the sex anyway! So why do you even care! "
02:44:50: Ember stares at Barometer. "Because he took me flying. Do you know how many bones I've broken trying out things to let me fly? No! You've got wings, so flying is normal for you! For me it's one of the best things in the world, next to burning shit down!"
02:47:09: Corrigan Pulls the hammer back on his revolvers. "Fine, time to die. Say hi to your brother for me." he fires
02:50:47: Corrigan twice
02:57:57: <Strobe> Mudslide grunts heavily as the pair of slugs burrow into his left leg and torso, but he stays upright, and now it's his turn. He rips off a burst from his LMG and follows it up by downing a healing potion as fast as he can.
02:58:52: <Othelo> Barometer hears the gunshots in the distance and loses her train of thought. "Well... you're a...um"
03:00:09: Ember gets distracted as well. "And you're...huh?"
03:01:13: <Othelo> Barometer looks around trying to think of what to say, "You're uh..." mutters, "Shit"
03:01:43: <Strobe> The rippling burst stitches across Corrigan's torso, punching through the leather armor in at least two places before walking off him.
03:02:32: Corrigan grunts but is still standing.
03:02:48: <Strobe> The gunfire *immediately* alerts the other three troopers, who lose all pretense of interest and gallop back toward the outpost. The corporal with the SMG is almost the tent by the time the first staccato cracks finish echoing across the mountains.
03:03:28: Othelo runs into their path crying fake tears
03:04:00: Ember is a little annoyed that their shouting contest is over but remembers her duty of distraction and gallops after them.
03:04:52: seven charges Mudslide, trying to get one good punch in on him
03:05:05: <Othelo> Barometer takes to the sky and grabs Ember lifting her into the air as well, "C'mon, we'll finish this later"
03:05:14: Banjo knows his job is to cover corrigan in a situation like this, but he doesn't really feel like dying horribly, so fuck it.
03:05:51: Ember nods at Barometer, feeling strangely relieved actually.
03:06:42: <Othelo> Barometer flies high above the camp watching to see if the guards are distracted by Othelo, and if not is ready to drop in and save their asses
03:07:28: <Strobe> Mudslide takes the blow to his other hindleg, feeling the sharpened spikes dig in and dig deep. He grunts again, and steels himself for the next shot
03:07:40: Banjo sighs, if he doesn't do anything he'll never live it down and gets up and gallops after the ponies.
03:07:53: Ember mentally prepares to form a ward if she has to.
03:11:07: <Strobe> The Corporal sprints to the tent flap and ducks in, gasping and panting. He takes in the situation in just a moment, and then levels his SMG at Corrigan and fires all he can on such short notice: a single shot.
03:12:10: <Strobe> [Corrigan first, Corporal's actions will be unchanged, just later]
03:12:21: Corrigan sees the corporal but first aims and fires at Mudslide and turns to fire another shot at the corporal
03:15:18: Corrigan fires both at mudslide
03:15:54: <Strobe> Mudslide takes one round to the right arm, and the other goes whizzing past, exiting the tent. He's still alive, however, and readies a return salvo at the stubborn griffon
03:15:57: <Strobe> The Corporal sprints to the tent flap and ducks in, gasping and panting. He takes in the situation in just a moment, and then levels his SMG at Corrigan and fires all he can on such short notice: a single shot.
03:19:14: <Strobe> Mudslide sees the griffon staggering under the corporal's shot and switches targets. Seven is much more immediately dangerous. He rips off another burst and and tries to push him away with a single hoof strike.
03:21:11: <Othelo> Barometer sees that Othelo has failed to garner any of the guards attention and flies down in front of them for Ember to do her fire thingy
03:24:25: seven raises his hooves in fury, preparing to give Mud a jab cross
03:29:23: seven ends up missing Mudslide
03:34:20: <Othelo> Barometer is still flying with ember towards the camp then
03:35:13: Ember , while still being carried by Barometer, oversees the situation. She decides to block off the tent, to make sure no more unwelcome visitors can enter. She grunts as she strains her horn at the large distance.
03:43:38: <Strobe> The corporal surveys the engagement. The griffon is bleeding heavily, likewise with the black stallion. Mudslide is barely on his feet, swaying from multiple injuries. Still... he sees a way to end this decisively, and without Mudslide dying. He lunges forward, diving into the griffon, attempting to knock him to the ground.
03:44:24: <Strobe> Undaunted, the corporal tries again with his remaining stamina, looking for a way to end this.
03:46:12: <Strobe> The second time, the corporal doesn't miss, bearing the larger griffon to the ground and successfully immobilizing him. It takes all of his effort to keep the pistols from being pointed at his gunner, but he has enough to loudly demand Seven cease his attacks.
03:47:13: <Strobe> Mudslide has had just about enough of the prickly hoofed Seven in his face. He punches *hard* to get him away.
03:47:44: <Strobe> When that doesn't work, he tries again, doing whatever he can do to get out of close combat.
03:49:57: <Strobe> The next one connects, knocking the persistent Seven on his haunches. When he rises, he's greeted with the view of a LMG barrel in his face. "Go ahead. Move again," comes the icy challenge.
03:53:27: Corrigan coughs "Stand...down..."
03:53:50: seven sees little choice other than to do what the Gunner says
03:56:06: seven "Fine. You win."
03:58:23: <Strobe> The corporal doesn't *relax* but a certain tenseness does leave his voice. "Good," he breathes. "Mudslide back off a few steps if you can, but keep that gun up." He squeezes the griffon in his grip tighter. "Now, Mr. Griffon, you're going to tell me what the *fuck* you're doing here, hmm?"
03:59:07: Corrigan coughs some more. "He...has a bounty...on him...."
04:00:20: seven glares daggers at the pony pointing the gun down at him. His eyes not leaving Mud's.
04:04:18: <Strobe> "That so? Well, how about this. I seem to hold aaaaaall the cards right now. That seem right to you?" He jabs the SMG he's still levitating into Corrigan's side. "*Does* it?"
04:05:00: Corrigan grunts. "Under the current circumstances, I should say yes."
04:07:33: <Strobe> "That's what I thought. So, I'm going to be more of a saint than motherfucking *Celestia* right now. Because I admire the gigantic brass ones you've got." He looks to Mudslide. "Go ahead. Toss the nice griffon your tags." He tightens his grip. "And now you're going to take those and get the fuck out of here. I'm going to 'pretend' that you escaped."
04:08:23: Corrigan coughs up a teeny bit of blood. "Sounds about right..."
04:09:05: <Strobe> "If you've got any friends out there in the camp, they're going to pay us in as many healing potions as it takes to get Mudslide here back to full health, as many caps as you've got in your pocket, and then I'm going to give you a nice parting gift." He jabs with the SMG again. "How's that sound to you?"
04:10:11: Corrigan smiles. "Mighty *cough* fine of you."
04:11:03: <Strobe> "You think so? Cuz I do too. Now, I'm gonna let you go niiiice and slow, and I'm going to escort you out of the tent, and your friends are either going to cough up a bunch of healing potions, or you're going to cough up a lot of brain matter.
04:11:40: Corrigan slowly nods
04:13:20: seven just lays there half dead, trying not to loose his cool
04:14:11: <Strobe> The group cuts a hole in the tent to avoid the ward, and escorts Corrigan and Seven out at gunpoint. "Hey, assholes! Got your friends over here! Make a funny move and I finish the job."
04:14:50: Ember facehoofs.
04:15:10: Corrigan holds his bleeding wounds, finding it just a little hard to breathe
04:15:22: Othelo was not /in/ the camp so quickly diverts and hides in a bush
04:15:46: <Othelo> Barometer can't really hide so lands slowly in the camp putting Ember down, "Hey.. we can explain..."
04:16:06: seven staggers behind Corrigan
04:16:10: Ember reluctantly disspels the ward.
04:16:58: Banjo "Actually I was wondering what's going on here, you see, my little filly got lost up here and I came looking for her and I heard the explosion and came to investigate."
04:16:59: <Strobe> "I don't give a *fuck* about any explanations. You're going to give me half a dozen healing potions, the griffon is going to give me every cap he has, and then I'm going to give him back. No negotiations. If you protest, he gets a bullet in the knee, capisce?"
04:17:40: <Othelo> Barometer gulps and nods handing over 6 heealing potions
04:18:57: Banjo "I apologize for the inconvenience, I'll just find my daughter and leave."
04:19:10: Ember keeps silent. She was pretty dissapointed that she couldn't burn them down, and no matter how much she would love to see Corrigan get a bullet in his knee, they seemed to be pretty much surrounded.
04:19:16: Corrigan grunts "Cash? You're barking up the wrong tree, pally. I;ve got nothin."
04:21:19: <Strobe> "Now that's a good friend, wouldn't you say?" he inquires conversationally. He roughly rifles through Corrigan's pockets for caps, taking the ones he finds. "You've got your tag. That should be enough proof for your bounty. Like I said, you've got three hours before I rally the 'search party'. You will never be welcome in WR territory again after my
04:21:19: <Strobe> report, but hey, you'll still be alive."
04:21:19: <Strobe> The crooked corporal snatches all of the potions and as many caps as he can. Corrigan is left with a mere 40 caps (if he had that many to begin with).
04:23:00: <Strobe> "Really? That's a damn shame. Still, I'm not leaving emptyhoofed. I don't get caps, you get a better parting gift." Without blinking, the corporal shoots Corrigan right in the kneecap of his right leg. "Nice doing business with you," he sneers and backs up slowly, letting the group come to the duo's aid.
04:23:10: <Strobe> Corrigan loses 1 AGI
04:23:41: Corrigan falls with a painful shout
04:24:08: <Othelo> Barometer runs over to him and gives him her last healing poition, "C'mon, we need to go before he changes his mind."
04:24:23: seven reaches down and tries to help Corrigan back to his talons
04:25:02: Ember has a faint smile on her lips.
04:25:26: Corrigan grimaces in pain and tries to limp away
04:25:47: Banjo "I'm going to leave now." starts walking away.
04:26:21: Ember meets Corrigan halfway and trots beside him. "What an amazing plan you had, really, I'm impressed."
04:26:25: <Othelo> Barometer helps Corrigan limp out of the camp, and they make their way back to their camp the night before where a shaking othelo and sleeping Serotin are waiting
04:26:44: <Strobe> "Good. You have three hours to be far enough away that I can't find you with a lazy search of the perimeter. You might wanna get out of town, too. After my report goes through, you won't be welcome anywhere from here to the other side of the Republic."
04:27:41: Corrigan ignores Ember's snide remark, is too concentrated on the pain. Oh woe is him.
04:27:55: seven winces in pain as he follows the others outside of the camp
04:28:28: Corrigan flaps his wings and hovers above the air, limbs dangling below
04:28:39: Ember smiles. "So, not only have you failed to do the one thing you came in here to do, but you also managed to almost die, alongside with Seven. And you managed to make us lose half a dozen healing potions, got shot in the knee and got all of us banned from the Republic. That's it?"
04:29:00: Serotin stirs.
04:29:22: Othelo is still shaking and looks up to see Corrigan there bleeding a lot, "You're Alive!"
04:29:53: Ember looks at Seven. "Need a hoof? I've got some bandages and healing potions if you need."
04:30:24: Serotin looks at the returning party. "What happened... ?" he says, grogily.
04:30:33: seven gives Ember a sad smile "I...I'd appreciate it"
04:31:25: Corrigan ignores Ember some more and looks down at Othelo. "Feel better knowing you're safe, kid."
04:31:47: Othelo is still shaking but jumps up to hug him and shove a couple healing potions down his throat
04:32:28: Corrigan winces at the filly hugging his wounds but the pain subsides with the health potions. He hugs the filly, feeling much better.
04:32:29: Ember gives Seven 2 healing potions.
04:33:26: <Othelo> Barometer look around warrily, "We need to go. And fast."
04:34:04: seven downs the healing potions carefully, not wanting any of the magical liquid to spill. "Thank you Ember...I owe you one"
04:34:28: <Serotin> "Guys, what happened!?"
04:34:33: Ember nods. "Yes you do."
04:34:39: Serotin looks nervously at everypony.
04:35:13: Ember smiles at Serotin. "Corrigan screwed up, as expected."
04:35:37: Serotin wants to snerk... but everypony is in pain...
04:35:38: Othelo glares at Ember, "Shutup."
04:35:51: Ember shrugs at Othelo.
04:35:56: Corrigan winces but nods. "Yeah...I did." he turns to Seven. "Sorry I almost got you killed..."
04:36:13: <Othelo> "I will seriously shoot your face."
04:37:20: seven gives a slight chuckle "Heh, its no big deal, I deserve to die anyways"
04:37:23: Ember smiles at Othelo. "One way or another, we need to get outta here. Apparently we're wanted criminals in the Republic now."
04:37:25: Serotin looks at Corrigan, mortified. "Huh-how... how did you... ?"
04:37:36: <Serotin> "WHAT!?"
04:37:50: Corrigan pats Othelo's head and holds a talon out to Seven. "No hard feelings?"
04:38:02: Banjo walks up to corrigan and shakes his head "Dammit corrigan, you acted recklessly and nearly got yourself killed, that's the kind of behavior we'd expect from me."
04:38:14: seven "None whatsoever my friend"
04:38:17: <Othelo> Barometer nods reluctantly at Ember, "Right... we need to go. Seven you said you know the area?"
04:38:30: Banjo "If you keep acting like that you'll no longer have a need for me."
04:39:06: <Serotin> "Wuh-wanted... no... this isn't happening... criminals... we... no..."
04:39:57: Banjo looks toward serotin "Actually /we're/ criminals you aren't since you weren't actually there."
04:39:59: Ember pats Serotin on the back. "Get a grip on yourself. We'll just have to flee."
04:40:01: Corrigan pats Serotin's back. "Hey, ain't that bad. They don't have bounty hunters out here."
04:40:16: Ember retracts her hoof to avoid contact with Corrigan.
04:40:20: Othelo looks kind of shaken up over the whole event
04:40:39: Serotin glares at Corrigan. "Weren't you /just/ trying to complete a bounty?"
04:41:17: Corrigan huffs in amusement before scooping up Othelo and putting her on Barometer's back. "Lets stop loitering and leave, plase. I would like to get somewhere peaceful to be in pain."
04:41:34: Corrigan grins at Serotin. "Yes, and that's done."
04:41:55: Serotin groans...
04:42:19: Othelo curls into a ball on Barometer's back. Barometer says, "Seven. I asked you a question. You know your way around, right?"
04:42:24: seven coughs into his hoof "There's a settlement west of here called Pinedock, we can seek refuge their"
04:42:28: Corrigan rubs his healing chest wounds before flying up.
04:42:51: Ember "All right, we'll go to Pinedock then."
04:43:10: <Othelo> Barometer sighs at the filly on her back and says, "Lead the way."
04:43:33: Corrigan stretches out before wincing in pain.
04:43:45: seven "The Republic has no influence there, its beyond their borders, it'll take us a few days to get there however"
04:43:47: Ember chuckles softly at Corrigan.
04:44:35: Corrigan breathes deeply before coughing, "Lets get going then." he manages to wheeze between coughs. He tries to compose himself.
04:44:39: seven begins walking in the general direction of where they need to go "We best get moving"
04:44:50: <Othelo> Barometer follows
04:45:18: Ember follows Seven's lead from a small distance.
04:45:21: Banjo starts walking "We should get going now, if they spot us it won't be good."
04:45:22: Serotin follows Seven...
04:45:24: Corrigan drifts across the air, examining the new scar on his knee and tutting
04:46:19: <Strobe> For having enormous brass balls, Corrigan and Seven recieve 1000 experience each.
04:46:35: <Strobe> For having an absolutely magnificent catfight, Ember and Barometer receive 600 experience each.
04:47:11: <Strobe> For trying his/her half-assed best to be a distraction, Banjo and Othelo receive 600 experience
04:47:28: <Strobe> For sleeping through everything, Serotin receives 400 experience.
04:50:10: <Strobe> Because I am a merciful and wonderful GM, all characters except Seven who have not yet acheived level 3 receive enough experience to get them there. Seven gains an extra 1000 in the interest of remaining somewhat close. :P