«HTBK» *The GM sets his Daft Punk record on*
«HTBK» Ready.
«HTBK» Set.
«HTBK» ROLL CALL!
«Globebutt» ...actually, may i delete the one below Ingot and to the right of Rose and put in a different oc before roll call?
«Egg_Discord» (Spectating!)
«Mr.Jared» Mr.Jared Present sir!
«Synergy» Synergy here
«Sleight of Hand» The death of your dreams and hope present.
«Egg_Discord» Or joining if we're going straight to nawlins
«Verne» he l lo
«HTBK» Which one is Ingot?
«Sunfire» walkies?
«Globebutt» The one from Sonic Rainboom.
«HTBK» Oh.
«HTBK» Yeah, we can skip her.
«Globebutt» His CM's two blue gears.
«Globebutt»  has deleted a photo.
«Mr.Jared» i posted that one...
«Mr.Jared» cool
«Sleight of Hand»  has deleted a photo.
«Globebutt»  has uploaded a new photo.
«Sleight of Hand»  has uploaded a new photo.
«Globebutt» But right. 'stoy aquí.
«Globebutt» Now, if you need a red-and-green-and-white pony that badly.
«Sunfire» fast food worker cm?
«HTBK» I actually like the green-on-white.
«Globebutt»  has uploaded a new photo.
«Synergy» wait
«Synergy» HT do I post one?
«Globebutt» use palette swap
«HTBK» WOULD YOU MOTHERFUCKERS STO--
«HTBK» ...
«HTBK» Yes, Syn.
«HTBK» Please do.
«Globebutt» (i will quit posting now)
«Synergy» halfway done
«Writefag4» (Argh. Stupid scroll lock. Here.)
«SpitFire»  getting ready for game?
«SpitFire»  have fun ^_^
«HTBK» Syn, how hard is it to find a picture of a cartoon horse?
«Synergy» oh
«Synergy» I was making one
«SpitFire»  I think she is making one ^_^
«Synergy» almost finished
«Synergy» adding the cutie mark
«Globebutt» .
«Synergy» exporting to SAI
«SpitFire»  *pats Synergy*
«SpitFire»  HT are you plotting?
«HTBK» Actually, I'm grumbling because of my sore hand.
«SpitFire»
«SpitFire»  *passes HT a carrot*
«HTBK» Mnuh.
«Sunfire» a little too furious last night ht?
«HTBK» No. Little brother slammed the door on it.
«HTBK» After mooning me.
«SpitFire»  ...
«SpitFire»  you need to get payback
«Globebutt» (We wanna delete Palette Swap or the hospitalier?)
«HTBK» Let's see.
«HTBK» Plotshot...
«HTBK» Not a plotshot.
«HTBK» Plotshot...not a plotshot.
«HTBK» I can't decide.
«Mr.Jared» dont do it HTBK!
«Globebutt» Would you like a not-plotshot of Palette Swap?
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«HTBK» I think first come first serve. Lose both of em, and let's move along.
«Globebutt»  has deleted a photo.
«Globebutt»  has deleted a photo.
«Globebutt» all right
«Mr.Jared» wait... wtf is that white thing under her tail?
«Mr.Jared» nevermind
«Synergy» got it
«Mr.Jared» do eet
«Synergy»  has uploaded a new photo.
«SpitFire»  I like that blue peg on the cloud...(what is with me an pegs...)
«Synergy» KIWI
«Synergy» KIIIIWWIIIIII
«SpitFire»  or I know, I am one ^_^
«Sunfire» hahaha
«Sunfire» yess
«Mr.Jared» hmm
«Mr.Jared» I have no opinion in any maner
«Globebutt» wait, synergy
«Synergy» What
«Globebutt» err actually
«Synergy» I made a kiwipony
«Globebutt» yes i see that
«Synergy» and they are delightfully androgynous
«Globebutt» you also didn't properly export your horse from the pony creator :V
«Synergy» nope
«Synergy» I just screencapped and did a quick and dirty
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«Synergy» It's random which one we get anyway
«Globebutt»  has uploaded a new photo.
«Synergy» so I was just thinking what would be amusing with coffeepone
«Globebutt»  has deleted a photo.
«Synergy» ohhh you hate the BG color
«Globebutt» yes, i do
«Synergy» coulda fixed that, just say so
«Sunfire» ping me on skype if'n you need me to be a simpleminded housepet
«Globebutt» but so could i, so i did :V
«HTBK» We do, Sunfire.
«HTBK» Now, preferably.
«HTBK» My hand is on ice, so forgive the slow replies.
«HTBK» *Ready.*
«HTBK» *Aim.*
«Synergy» so do you need me to roll for what my starting pon and eventual pony is?
«SpitFire»  (have fun fresh meat)
«Mr.Jared» *Do nothing?*
«SpitFire»  (er...victims)
«SpitFire»  (er ponies, yah that's better)
«HTBK» *Everyone except Sunfire, roll me a D10. And watch, in anticipation...*
«Globebutt» (5)
«SpitFire»  (HT your are evil.  )
«Verne» (3 ?)
«Mr.Jared» (1, 3)
«Globebutt» (if i'm playing; not sure)
«Writefag4» (Me too? I'm confused.)
«Mr.Jared» (yay)
«Globebutt» (i'm sure you'll let me know)
«HTBK» *well, dicks. Okay, okay, casting call.*
«Sleight of Hand» (4)
«HTBK» *Yes, this is a sequel, this is not a redo.*
«Synergy» (what, we using the online roller?)
«HTBK» *Which means we have Write, Globe, Egg, Sleight, Jared, Syn, and Verne.*
«HTBK» *I think that's manageable.*
«HTBK» *And yes, Syn.*
«Synergy» (I don't see anyone in there)
«Sleight of Hand» D: You forgot me
«Sleight of Hand» (Oh wait
«HTBK» *No I didn't.*
«HTBK» *You're fourth.*
«Sleight of Hand» (No you didn't)
«Synergy» WU, AH or WU,AH
«HTBK» There's a space, Syn.
«Globebutt» (The prior.)
«Verne» (Either way, as pronounced by johnny bravo.)
«Synergy» (1, 9)
«Mr.Jared» d 6
«Mr.Jared» do you use it?
«Synergy» (oh, one D10. 1 then.)
«Synergy» (D10 = 1, D6 = 1)
«Mr.Jared» (derp)
«HTBK» *Alright. NOW PAUSE.*
«HTBK» *Prelude time.*
«HTBK» *Cough*
«Writefag4» (Do you need a roll from me?)
«Sleight of Hand» (Oh, need a d6 from me?)
«HTBK» *So much can happen, in just a few days. Enemies can become friends, lives can be overturned and ended, and the very world itself can shake and shudder on the fingers of a few lone men. Nestled within a pile of blankets next to a water heater in a small dingy basement, a thing that was once a man soundly slumbered. She was known now as Quiet Nights; the casualty of a madwoman's love of money and power. She often slept, for most of the day--she enjoyed her dreams so. But tonight, instead of rolling fields and lollipops, she dreamed of a dark room, with neither walls nor ceiling. Her sole companion was a tall, middle-aged man, with a mustache that made him look like Mr. Rogers' mailman. Time hadn't been kind to him--his ever-present flatcap was nowhere to be seen, and his satchel was in tatters. A bloody gash stretched its way across his forehead, and his eyes were wide with fright. When he spoke his voice was raspy and dry from malnourishment.*
«HTBK» "Listen--listen, Sunfire. Nights, whatever you call yourself. You have to listen--everything's wrong! It's all gone wrong, you understand?! You have to tell them--tell everyone! Tell them that they were wrong, before it's too--"
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«HTBK» *we now return you to the sunshine channel. All happy dreams, all the time.*
«Mr.Jared» (Damn it, every time!)
«Egg_Discord» (I'm in and ready to play)
«Mr.Jared» [Egg... /)?]
«AngelGrace» (I didn't miss the action, did I?)
«Mr.Jared» (just began)
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«Egg_Discord» (Was that a thought or out of character?)
«Sunfire» Yay happy dreams! I eventually stir and wake though from the scary dream.
«Sunfire» (didn't know if you were done or not)
«Mr.Jared» (OOC () would of conflicted the hoof)
«Mr.Jared» (Wait HTBK, is Sunfire the only returning char?)
«Synergy» (wait, is Angel in?)
«HTBK» (No, Jared.)
«Mr.Jared» (I VANT NAMES!)
«Egg_Discord» (Can we enter whenever we want?)
«Writefag4» (I think Quiet is just the easiest to contact.)
«HTBK» *The old guy seemed pretty desperate, Quiet. and you know he was one of your friends, from...earlier. Ish. Maybe you should tell someone.*
«Sunfire» I go try to find the others... what's the situation in the house anyway?
«HTBK» *Or you could play with your squeaky carrot.*
«Globebutt» (Or both!)
«Synergy» (Angel wanted in, I believe, HT. She just missed the very intro)
«Sleight of Hand» (How do I enter this...?)
«Sunfire» Ooh carrot. I grab it and squeak it as I wander through the house.
«HTBK» (I already told you motherfuckers to wait.)
«Writefag4» (It begins)
«HTBK» (So y'all fuckin wait a minute!)
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«Verne» (Yessuh.)
«SpitFire»  (lol, sun I hate you  _
«HTBK» (Or so help me god, I will beat y'all so hard the black jumps off me and onto you.)
«SpitFire»  )
«HTBK» *It's the dead of night, Quiet. Globe and Jitters are asleep in their bedroom, as usual--a quiet night on a quiet weekday. HT, the un-roommate, is not actually appearing in this picture.*
«Sunfire» I squeak the carrot by the bedroom door, lightly bonking it against the door for effect.
«SpitFire»  (HT can I bring her in for a bit?  )
«Ewo»  left the chat.
«HTBK» (That's it. Fuck it, that's it.)
«Mr.Jared» (so long as you guies are just getting thos out of way, il brb)
«SpitFire»  (sorry)
«HTBK» *The GM smacks so hard the black jumps off him and onto Spitfire.*
«Mr.Jared» (ima go now...)
«SpitFire»  ( T_T )
«HTBK» *Your move, Globe.*
«Globebutt» Does Quiet Nights usually come into our room in the night?
«HTBK» *Rarely. She's usually, you know...having a quiet night.*
«Verne» (what's a little edward cullen LARPing between friends, right.)
«Writefag4» (Garfield go back to bed.)
«Globebutt» I'm probably not in the habit of leaving my door ajar, then, if Quiet doesn't usually paw like a cat. And if it's a weekday... I'm probably not going to wake on the first squeak.
«HTBK» *Mnuh...mmm, carrot...*
«HTBK» *Jitters still remembers it, from time to time.*
«Sunfire» squeak squeak squeak!
«Sunfire» I add in hoofscratching at the door.
«Globebutt» Ugh-bleughuuuckgh.
«Globebutt» I roll over.
«Sunfire» I drop the carrot and bang louder on the door. "Master?"
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«Globebutt» Bleugh. Urgh. Jitterbean, do you hear something?
«HTBK» *Mmmmph...*
«Sunfire» "Masterrr I had a bad dream~" I call through the door
«HTBK» *It's uh...oh, hey. It's...whatsher...quiet horse.*
«Globebutt» What's she doing up?
«Globebutt» I blink groggily, and sit up in bed.
«HTBK» *Write, check Skype.*
«Sleight of Hand» * From the darkness of your souls, it arises; it was always there but no one ever likes to admit it. Many are ruled by it and it can drive us to death, whether our own or that of those it chooses. Those who rule it become heroes, but none can ever banish it. What is it?*
«Mr.Jared» (not now Sleight)
«Sunfire» I keep assailing the door, getting nervous being by myself in the hall
«HTBK» *There might be a scary monster around the corner, Quiet!*
«Globebutt» "Quiet? What's going on?" I check the clock on the nightstand.
«HTBK» *2 AM. What an ungodly hour.*
«Sunfire» "I had a bad dream it was scary and I don't feel safe being by myself I'm sorry"
«Globebutt» Uff. Well, I guess we've gotta get out of bed and let her in, then.
«Writefag4» (He better not actually die HTBK. I would be too sad.)
«Globebutt» I pull down the sheets, get out of bed and stagger over to the door.
«Globebutt» I turn the knob.
«Sunfire» I push on the door when I hear the knob turn, trying to hurry into the bedroom.
«Globebutt» Bluaualh!
«Sunfire» I nuzzle Master's leg. "It was so scary!" I exclaim looking up at him with sad pony eyes
«Globebutt» I look down with groggy human eyes. I'm tired, and Jitters hasn't had her coffee.
«Globebutt» Not for a couple of hours, at least.
«Egg_Discord» (Hey HT, how long after the first game does this take place?)
«Sunfire» "Can I tell you about it?"
«Puck» (other cooke pone in images.... soul mates)
«Puck» (or maybe just a cheery makeover version)
«HTBK» (364 days, Egg.)
«SpitFire»  (bight is back?)
«Globebutt» Egua. "Ehhhmmmm." I groan and stagger back over to bed.
«Writefag4» (Is there a foal in the picture then?)
«Sunfire» I hop onto the bed.
«SpitFire»  (Puck you think? foal?)
«Mr.Jared» (Wispy...)
«Puck» (hm, what, yes, that was happening right?)
«Globebutt» (Now, Spit. Your foal's a couple months old at most. No CM yet.)
«SpitFire»  (we could go with that, yes)
«SpitFire»  (puck what do you think?)
«Puck» (Sounds good)
«Sunfire» I settle down on the bed, facing Globe. "It was about that one guy from the scary time... the one with the mail."
«Synergy» (so lost)
«Mr.Jared» )Deal with it(
«Globebutt» I crawl into the bed and pull the sheets back up. "Mmmm hmmm..." Mailman. Right. Sure.
«Verne» (and from the darkness comes a hollow voice, singing... here's the mail, it never fails... it makes me want to wag my tail. you're petrified with fear. oh god, anything but steve)
«Synergy» (oh god why Verne)
«Sleight of Hand» (We gotta kill em verne)
«Verne» (when it comes i have to wail... maaaaAAAAAAA??????????)
«Writefag4» (I'm not sure weither you should understand whats going on. I guess it depends on if you're an old worlder or not.)
«Sunfire» "He ... he looked hurt. Bad. He said something about 'they were wrong' and ... I'm scared."
«Globebutt» "Mmmhrrrrl." I yawn
«Sleight of Hand» (I'm just sitting here waiting to know when I can do something)
«Writefag4» (I think we're in intro mode. You'll probably be able to start when morning comes.)
«Verne» (now you sit down and enjoy your prologue, darnit.)
«Sunfire» "He said it was important, Master. It was important to tell them... di-did I do good?"
«Puck» (d'awww)
«HTBK» *The GM idly finds himself wishing that Globe would pick interesting and entertaining OC's, rather than aesthetically appealing ones.*
«HTBK» *I mean, he coulda had some fun with crusaderpone.*
«HTBK» *Makin her all wanna burn down mosques and shit.*
«Sunfire» (deus vult)
«Puck» (which one whas what nao/0
«HTBK» *Actually, fuck it. Fuggit, Crusader Pone is back on the list.*
«Puck» (awshome.)
«Synergy» (YES)
«Globebutt» (Helfen, Wehren, Heilen.)
«Sleight of Hand» *want me to put her pick back?*\
«HTBK» *Yes please.*
«Globebutt» I give no coherent response. I'm practically asleep again.
«Sleight of Hand» *I will use one of the fun ones*
«HTBK» *Globe, any words for Sunfire?*
«HTBK» *Ah. There we go.*
«Sleight of Hand»  has uploaded a new photo.
«HTBK» *dude, this isn't an Elfen Lied RP.*
«HTBK» *Use the other one.*
«Sunfire» I nudge his hand with my head.
«Sleight of Hand» *But I like that pic*
«Sleight of Hand»  has deleted a photo.
«Verne» (Imagine what you could do with extra invisible hooves, though!)
«Sleight of Hand»  has uploaded a new photo.
«Puck» (0.o)
«SpitFire»  (that would have been Lavie after the thugs  )
«Globebutt» Mmhrrr... I blink and lift my head again. "Whaaaa?"
«HTBK» *Too Max Payne. Do you have one with the cutie mark visible?*
«Sunfire» "He said it was important I tell everyone. So I'm telling you, Master." I look hopeful.
«Sleight of Hand»  has deleted a photo.
«Globebutt» "Mm... okay..." I put my head back down.
«Sleight of Hand»  has uploaded a new photo.
«Sunfire» Feeling that as being satisfactory enough I curl up next to Globe and fall back asleep.
«HTBK» *eh, that'll do.*
«Globebutt» We sleep.
«HTBK» *And so it is that the night is quiet once more--and the sun rises over Noisy Valley, just as any other day.*
«Sleight of Hand»  has uploaded a new photo.
«HTBK» *Now.*
«Sleight of Hand» *Personally I like this pic best*
«HTBK» *SLEIGHT SYN VERNE ANGEL, FRONT AND CENTER.*
«HTBK» *SUNFIRE, DISMISSED. YOU CAN STOP SABOTAGING YOUR LIFE NOW.*
«Verne» (hgdthkGH???)
«Sleight of Hand» *REPORTING FOR FUCKING DUTY!*
«AngelGrace» (Roger)
«Synergy» (HAI)
«HTBK» *Each of you. Roll my D8.*
«Sunfire» (ryokaishimashita)
«Verne» (5????)
«Synergy» (5)
«AngelGrace» (...what D8?)
«Sleight of Hand» (4)
«HTBK» *syn. Up or down, pick one.*
«Synergy» (angel, http://rolz.org/group group is WU, AH)
«Synergy» (Down)
«HTBK» *Sleight, roll again.*
«Sleight of Hand» (5)
«HTBK» *Motherfucker, everyone's getting fives.*
«HTBK» *Up or down, pick one.*
«SpitFire»  (duh)
«AngelGrace» (...1.))
«HTBK» *hahahaha.*
«Sunfire» (everything's coming up fives)
«Globebutt» (Uh oh.)
«AngelGrace» (Extreme luck, good or bad, was always my forte.)
«HTBK» *That's for you, Sleight. Bump up, or bump down?*
«Puck» (mine is always bad)
«Sleight of Hand» (Up)
«Globebutt» (Ones are usually good. Though I fear for you today.)
«SpitFire»  (I got my dice back from you, and then egg stole them)
«HTBK» *Alright then.*
«Verne» (I used to be so notorious for bad rolls that our dm would take pity on me. I'd roll 1s and he'd be like 'well /i/ see a 20 from over here...')
«HTBK» *Egg, Do you mind taking a few hours out tonight?*
«Egg_Discord» (It's gonna take that long to get to Wispy?)
«Globebutt» (What of Jared?)
«Verne» (Wait a minute is that a wreck-it ralph pony.)
«HTBK» *Nigga, you didn't even want to play her again.*
«HTBK» *And yes it is, verne.*
«Verne» (Ok. Ok I'm just being certain. God bless.)
«Egg_Discord» (Alright, I can wait to join in. If we're using old characters, I still want to use Wispy)
«Egg_Discord» (When you want me to check back in?)
«SpitFire»  (Puck take care of Lavie please ^_^ )
«HTBK» *I'll drop you a line.*
«HTBK» *WRITE.*
«HTBK» *D8. Please.
«Puck» (I sure will)
«Mr.Jared» (What about jared?)
«HTBK» *You too.*
«Globebutt» (I guess I just expected him to be with Eg-- Wispy.)
«HTBK» *Write...*
«Mr.Jared» (im on point for whenever HTBK)
«HTBK» *Okay--okay, where in bloody blue did Write get to?*
«HTBK» *Well, Write's not here. Sucks to be him.*
«HTBK» *for the rest of you...*
«Writefag4» (Erg. Sorry. Wasn't there for a bit. Rolling.)
«Writefag4» (2)
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«HTBK» *Noisy Valley was practically off the map, until last year. Then, right the hell out of nowhere, stories started pouring in. Ghost stories, stories of false memories and people being haunted by strange visions and memories. Coulda been anything from a gas leak to mass hysteria--but that was enough to get it out in the open. It started with a trickle of excited, die-hard ghost hunters; but as they often do, things got wild. Now there's an entire tourist trade build around this town, and the weird things its people see. That's what brought you--Sleight, Angel, Verne, Syn, and [fucking finally] Write--into town, while you were just blowing on through. What better way to kill time than with a little ghost-and-conspiracy hunting, right? Your journeys took you various places, individually--but by some twist of fate you have come to rest at a local coffee shop, which is being manned by a scrawny, ungangly, vaguely henpecked-looking college aged boy.*
«Writefag4» (Huh? Wait how is this going to work?)
«Mr.Jared» (hows what going to work?)
«Egg_Discord» (Writef. perhaps??)
«HTBK» *God--god dammit Write, I said check Skype. Come on, cut me a break.*
«Globebutt» (Write was a very popular name back in the day. And I assume that I'm at work now, then?)
«HTBK» *Correct, Globe.*
«Writefag4» (Sorry. Derrrr.)
«Writefag4» (I've been told to clean up while I'm doing this.)
«Writefag4» (Should be mostly done.)
«HTBK» *Globe, you see a lot of business on dozy days like this. It's cold, even by Winter's standards--the peppermint Mocha is moving like a bat out of Hell, and Jitters spends most of the day vexing over how nobody appreciates it the right way.*
«Writefag4» 'Why am I here again? I don't really drink coffee. Or do they serve anything else.'
«Sleight of Hand» *Memory was sitting by herself in the back of the coffee shop, quietly reading a book. She only gave a shy little smile to the college boy as he delivered her drink.* *Memory is a 19 yr old girl with very light blonde hair, blue eyes and is wearing a black tanktop and blue jeans.*
«HTBK» *Sleight did not read the memo.*
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«Egg_Discord» (I think he already mentioned wanting to do a different character)
«HTBK» *Globe, the man who just walked in is almost familiar to you. Same eyes, same skin, carries himself the same way. His hair's different, and he doesn't quite look at you like he would a friend--but he's almost the spitting image of somebody that you used to know.*
«Sleight of Hand» *Luke was a self-insert pretty much, I find self inserts really boring*
«Globebutt» I blink vigorously.
«HTBK» *Eh, fai'nuff.*
«HTBK» *It was warm, Write. And they serve the usual assortment of crinkly pastries and jam--the perfect thing to warm you, on an icy Winter's day.*
«AngelGrace» *Star sat at the table, just glad to be in from the cold. She thought her heavy coat would protect her from the cold. Evidently, she was mistaken. She was writing in her notebook, occasionally glancing at the menu nervously.*
«Writefag4» (New Write loves jam.)
«Mr.Jared» (On standby atm, call me in anytime)
«Writefag4» I gaze at a little menu they have.
«Writefag4» (I'm assuming that you have one of those on the counter and not some starbuckesque menu above your heads.)
«HTBK» *Almost the perfect image, Globe. If he just looked at you with a smile, or recognized the place, he might almost be back from the dead.*
«HTBK» *But seems like he's just one of those faces.*
«Synergy» (tell me when in the post order I am)
«Globebutt» I shake my head.
«Mr.Jared» (Post order?)
«HTBK» *Syn, The GM was raised on fast-and-loose.*
«Writefag4» "Ehhh. Do you have anything like hot chocolate? Orrrrr..."
«HTBK» *No post orders for here.*
«Synergy» (alrighty)
«Globebutt» (It's not like we're in combat; fire at will! ...Wait.)
«Mr.Jared» (eww)
«HTBK» *If you picture the GM as Tom Sawyer, you're not far off.*
«Mr.Jared» (Yea, wing it Sys, just remember to STFU when HTBK says STFU)
«Verne» (Fast-and-loose sounds more gay pornstar than tom sawyer...)
«Writefag4» "Maybe something decaf?" This place seems different from other coffee shops. Might be worth it to expand my horizons a bit even if anti-caffeine.
«Mr.Jared» (Nobody asked you Verne)
«SpitFire»  (if Wispy leaves a mountain of paper work worth of trouble for Lavie, I'll kill you egg  )
«AngelGrace» ((...I hate asterisks. Going to script style))
«Mr.Jared» (guies, lets not scare away the new ones already...)
«Globebutt» ("All of our hot chocolate is decaf!")
«Puck» (We use mainly "Quotes for speech," and *asterisks for action*, or just say that You go to ye bar)
«AngelGrace» Star set down the notebook, putting her glasses on. This was her chance! She got up from her chair swiftly, standing behind the gentleman ordering.
«Egg_Discord» (Your warning has probably come a bit too late.)
«Writefag4» (I meant something thats not hot chocolate entirely.)
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«HTBK» *Globe shows no intention of responding, Write. I don't know why.*
«Globebutt» I nod. "We've got a couple flavors of hot chocolate, and several decaf beverages, as well."
«Sleight of Hand» *Memory finished her drink and got up, getting in the queue to get another*
«Writefag4» (I imagine Jitters probably hates both things. If its going to be hot it better be real coffee.)
«Globebutt» Oh, man. Everyone's getting in line at once. I hate it when this happens.
«Mr.Jared» (Suddenly Jared, or something)
«Writefag4» I squat down. "And that too." I point to a pasty with chocolate drizzled over it."
«HTBK» *Stay cool, Globe. We're like some kind of...coffee, Wizard. Thing.*
«Synergy» *Veronicka made her way down a an unattended table. She wasn't interested in the coffee so much as a decent place to get through a few more chapters of her book. She leafed through her weathered novel, an old favourite of hers, Good Omens, to where her bookmark lay, delving into the text as it described here favourite of the four 'horsemen', War, in an arms deal somewhere overseas.*
«Writefag4» "But whatever you want for the coffee as long as its under $3 and doesn't have caffeine."
«Mr.Jared» (... whats with all the books?)
«SpitFire»  (I need to get going, good night everyone)
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«Mr.Jared» (night bro)
«Synergy» (it's a coffee shop)
«Synergy» (people read at cafes)
«AngelGrace» "Oh, well. I can...wait a bit, if you like.." Star said, looking at everyone in line. "Mostly here to stay warm..."
«SpitFire»  (the fun of real live)
«SpitFire»  (good night)
«Mr.Jared» (nvm)
«AngelGrace» (I'm taking notes. This is a trip for curiosity, is it not?)
«HTBK» *Whoa. He sounds...just like him, too.*
«Globebutt» I grab the pastry with a slip of wax paper and put it in a paper bag.
«HTBK» *Or at least, you think he does. It's been so long.*
«Egg_Discord» (night Spit)\
«Globebutt» It's been like a year, hasn't it? ...Do you remember what he liked to drink?
«Writefag4» I look up. "Or I guess just a plain decaf if you don't have any ideas. I don't drink coffee usually."
«HTBK» *Good Omens.*
«HTBK» *Synergy, the GM approves.*
«Globebutt» (Good Omens is best beverage.)
«AngelGrace» "Then again, I guess this line is moving pretty quick. Um. Shoot." Star shuffles forward, still muttering nervously to herself.
«Synergy» *stifles a giggle from her corner table, turning the page. Even after a dozen times, the humour still had its punch*
«Globebutt» I let Jitters pick out some coffee for the man who seems so much like Write.
«HTBK» *Um...hm. I think...man, it's been ages. I think he...sorta liked it? Not his favorite, but he didn't hate it?*
«SpitFire»  left the chat.
«Writefag4» (What is a Good Omens?)
«HTBK» *Jitters' hands never quite lost the surreal sensation, Globe. You got used to it, of course, and now it was more like just slipping into a trance, or falling back on an old reflex. She's only gotten better as time goes on--and though she is loathe to pour it, she makes the doppelganger a mug of hot cocoa, with a peppermint twist, and sets it on the bar.*
«HTBK» *Good Omens was a humor novel co-written by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, about the biblical apocalypse.*
«Globebutt» "Will that be all?"
«Writefag4» "Huh? And that too." I point again at the chocolate drizzled confection."
«Globebutt» Didn't we just put one in his bag?
«Writefag4» (Oh Did you?)
«Globebutt» (As in, paper bag. Yeah.)
«HTBK» *He did.*
«Writefag4» (Scratch that comment then.)
«Writefag4» "Yeah. How much it it?"
«Globebutt» I ring him up on the register.
«Sleight of Hand» *Mem is waiting behind Write to order*
«Globebutt» (Who wants to play the "make up a dollar amount" game?)
«HTBK» *Tree fiddy.*
«Mr.Jared» (4.25)
«Writefag4» (Thats what I was thinking. We're so in sync HTBK)
«Mr.Jared» ($)
«HTBK» *That is terrifying, Write.*
«HTBK» *Moving swiftly along.*
«Globebutt» "Three dollars fifty."
«Egg_Discord» (Damn it, Loch Ness Monster! Stop begging for money from the GM's computer!)
«Writefag4» (And then I realize that it isn't a man who shares his body with a pony behind the counter. No.)
«Writefag4» I dig into my pocket and rummage about, managing to find exact change. "Here you go."
«Writefag4» I drop it into his hand.
«Synergy» (hate to draw your attention HT, but skype)
«Globebutt» "Thank you. Have a nice day." I turn to Mem. "What can I get for you?"
«AngelGrace» Oh. Wait. This was a small town, did they take MasterCard? Star leaned to the side, trying to see past Mem
«Globebutt» It's a small shop in a smaller town, but we take Visa, Master Card, and American Express, at least.
«HTBK» *Already seen it.*
«Sleight of Hand» "Can I get a strong black coffee please? And a.... Um... *Taps her chin* a melting moment?"
«Writefag4» I head to some secluded table. 'So what did he call this? It smells pretty good.'
«HTBK» *Hot cocoa, Write. With peppermint.*
«Globebutt» (I'll assume we have those, though I've never heard of a Melting Moment in my life.)
«Writefag4» Well it tastes delicious. For once in my life I feel like I should leave a tip.
«Sleight of Hand» *A melting moment is two shortbread peices with a vanilla melt in the middle*
«HTBK» *What kinda hippy parents name their kid "Star".*
«Verne» (That's a milano cookie.)
«Synergy» *leafs back a page, a wide grin on her face, and then forward. Ver giggles. Gotta love how the jokes hooked in with a good buildup. Pity more authors didn't team up like that. She sighs at the thought, totally engrossed*
«Mr.Jared» (Always tip write, you heartless bastard)
«AngelGrace» *Her full name is Astarielle, and I DO.*
«Globebutt» I go through the bag-the-pastry routine and let Jitters dole out the coffee, as usual, and then return to the counter.
«HTBK» *Hippy.*
«Globebutt» "Will that be all?"
«Writefag4» (I don't go to coffee shops. Are they that kind of place? The only ones I've been to is an overpriced campus one.)
«Sleight of Hand» "Yes thanks. How much?"
«Mr.Jared» (Ive been to pleanty of coffe shops, ask away Write err nvm )
«Globebutt» I ring her up. "Three dollars fifty."
«Puck» (a nice one likes Globe's sure is)
«AngelGrace» *...I thought of that name all myself.  *
«Sleight of Hand» *She pays him with a 50c tip and smiles* "Thanks." *She takes the food and heads back to her table*
«Egg_Discord» (Going away for about an hour. If you need me... Welp, too bad. Family calls)
«Mr.Jared» (whateves, Jared can run withour you)
«Globebutt» "Err, ma'am?" I hold up two quarters. "Your change?"
«Mr.Jared» (Dont take that the wrong way)
«Sleight of Hand» Er, um... Right. Sorry." *She takes them, she thought she was meant to tip there, as usual you fucked up mem, good job*\
«Puck» Yay!
«Puck» (wrong chat)
«Puck» program , even)
«Mr.Jared» *Charecter development +1!*
«Globebutt» (I'm used to tips on the table!)
«Globebutt» Right. Who's next in line?
«Writefag4» (I thought it would be a jar or something.)
«Mr.Jared» (Most do have jars yes)
«Globebutt» (...You're probably right. I haven't been out recently enough.)
«Globebutt» (Dammit, Globe. Get out of the house more!)
«AngelGrace» "Oh, that's me." Star stepped foward, still looking up at the menu. "So...I'd like a coffee, please, with three times the normal amount of cream and sugar. Also, do you have bagels?"
«HTBK» *SWEET JESUS*
«Globebutt» We blink.
«Mr.Jared» (Globe, if you need coffeshop knowhow, i can help...)
«HTBK» *Jitters did not know what a "Sweet Jesus" was, but she'd heard it shouted a lot.*
«HTBK» *She was fairly certain it was a type of candy.*
«Verne» (It's like your normal martyr-messiah, just with more sugar.)
«Globebutt» (I think a Sweet Jesus is what this lady here just ordered.)
«Globebutt» "Um."
«Globebutt» "What kind of coffee did you say you'd like?"
«AngelGrace» "Oh, right. Um, just the house roast, please. Nothing fancy. Besides copious amounts of cream and sugar."
«Globebutt» Copious is right.
«Globebutt» Well, let's make 'er her coffee.
«HTBK» *She wants it, we gets it.*
«Synergy» *peeks over the page of the book at the counter, hearing the kerfuffle happening... she eyes the glass case, spying for carrotcake or maybe a bearclaw. Might be worth grabbing some pastry.*
«Mr.Jared» (umm... you do know some coffee shops allow you to do your cream and sugar separate from the buying)
«AngelGrace» "Well, you see, I got started on coffee ice cream, and after that, nothing...oh, thank you..."
«AngelGrace» (Yes, but the absurdity of the request is part of Astarielles character.)
«Synergy» (Carrot cake or bearclaws sold there?)
«HTBK» *With the fury of a barissta riding with the spirit of Valdez himself, Jitters slams out a medium cup of the house roast, saturates it, caps it, and slams it down on the bar.*
«HTBK» "You're done, ma'am, and may I say I admire your courage."
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«Globebutt» "Now, what sort of bagel did you say you wanted?"
«HTBK» *A bear claw, presumably.*
«AngelGrace» "Oh, just plain, please...ah, sorry for the trouble." she takes the coffee
«HTBK» *And no, Jared. The GM is a hick with a pathological fear of cities, he doesn't know a coffee shop from a subway shop.*
«Globebutt» "No butter or cream cheese?"
«AngelGrace» She shakes her head once. "No, nothing. Thank you."
«Writefag4» I read over a newspaper that was left behind. So far this town doesn't really seem that strange at all.
«Synergy» (hoping globe knows what a Coffee Americano is)
«Mr.Jared» (I visit a local shop every so often... so i know these things)
«Synergy» (espresso and hot water at the strength of a normal cup of joe, just with all the roasty dark richness of a good espresso)
«Synergy» *reluctantly slips the bookmark back in the weathered book and rises from her chair, making her way over to the line. Stomach 1, Self control 0*
«Globebutt» I... I'm just going to assume she wants that untoasted, then.
«Globebutt» Let's get that in a bag, and... "Will that be all, now?"
«HTBK» *It's plain small town news, Write. The stores are the usual set of small disasters and smaller victories: Winter bake sale went well, but a man checked himself into the hospital after having a psychotic episode where he begged passers-by to rub his belly for well on two hours. A local farmhouse claims that it's haunted because the electricity doesn't work. That sort of thing.*
«AngelGrace» She nods, silent now as she removes her card from her wallet.
«Sleight of Hand» *Quietly eats*
«Writefag4» 'Because its power is out?' Thats what passes for news here?
«Globebutt» I ring her up. It's probably about tree-fiddy.
«HTBK» *Tree-fiddy-two.*
«Mr.Jared» (globe, how have you not gone out of business yet?)
«Globebutt» "Three dollars fiddy-two, please."
«Globebutt» (Simple; I don't run the store. I just work here! :V)
«Mr.Jared» (ok, rephrase)
«Mr.Jared» (How have you not been fired or cut yet?)
«AngelGrace» She slides her card, and then takes her coffee and bagel, waiting for it to process. As she waits, she notices the newspaper. "May I?" she asks, indicating it with her head.
«Verne» And meanwhile, there's this jerkwad. Probably the size of a large child and about as mature, all crowded up against a table and hoping against hope that there's wifi because oh god i don't know how long i can survive without. Don't these places usually have it, wait, gdi, this is the middle of nowhere do they. even have. the internet here. Ok don't be ridiculous it's a little town not a third-world country. Sure, one *could* always ask the guy behind the counter, but that would mean talking to him. Oh god, forget it, I'll just play solitaire. Wait I'll get kicked out for loitering. Ah jesus I'll have to order something I'm going to pee myself no ok you can do this stand up get in. Line. Focus. Breathe. You're getting in line and it will all be ok.
«Synergy» (nepotism)
«Verne» (whoa whoops.)
«HTBK» *SWEET SHIT*
«Globebutt» (ogod words verne aaaaaa)
«Writefag4» (My newspaper or someone else?)
«HTBK» *Oh. Wow.*
«HTBK» *The Goddess is cruel today.*
«Mr.Jared» (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
«Synergy» (So Verne that means you just got in line?)
«Verne» (tl;dr yes.)
«Verne» (s-sorry.)
«Synergy» (right behind me then)
«Mr.Jared» (tis kewl)
«Synergy» (anyone in front of me?)
«HTBK» *Verne, you're just not sure how much you can take. But you can persevere. On an unrelated note, roll.*
«Synergy» (Aside from Astra)
«Verne» (roll what.....)
«Globebutt» (1d10; fort.)
«Verne» (5.)
«AngelGrace» (I assume they have more than one copy.)
«Mr.Jared» (,)
«Globebutt» I look to Synergy (or whatever her character's name is) while Angel's card processes. Practically dealt with. "May I help you?"
«HTBK» *Verne, this doesn't suck as much as years of carefully-conditioned social anxieties have told you it would. Roll again, please.*
«Verne» (4...)
«HTBK» *Hm. Interesting.*
«Globebutt» (Synergy?)
«Synergy» *smiles warmly. She stood around five nine now that she wasn't huddled over a book at the table, a young woman in hear early twenties with thick rectangular polycarbonate-framed weezer-style glasses, hair down past her bust, and dressed in a wool overcoat, some skinny jeans, and a scarf, some unseen band tee underneath the ensemble. She looks down at the counter and spots exactly what she was looking for.* I'll have a bear claw and a coffee americano please.
«Mr.Jared» (wow, dat timing)
«Globebutt» Bleh. Americano. Well, it's what she ordered. Let's bag a bear claw first, though.
«Synergy» how much do I owe you?
«Globebutt» (Gonna wait for Jitters to handle the coffee first.)
«AngelGrace» Star headed off to her own table, picking up the notebook again. She tapped her pencil as she sipped the coffee, smiling to herself a bit. Just as she hoped. Now, if she could just get this all sorted...
«Globebutt» (Well. Not Handle it, but.)
«HTBK» *You got it.*
«Verne» (Hoofle it?)
«HTBK» *One-two, buckle my...wait, are shoe buckles even a thing now?*
«Mr.Jared» (,,,)
«Globebutt» You know they aren't.
«Globebutt» I ring her up.
«HTBK» *Thought so.*
«HTBK» *Jitters pours out an Americano, and stifles a yawn with your hand.*
«HTBK» *Synergy, roll a D10, please.*
«Synergy» (9)
«Mr.Jared» (yesh)
«Synergy» (fuck)
«HTBK» *Hahaha.*
«HTBK» *And again.*
«Globebutt» (As long as you don't roll a ten for PON...)
«Mr.Jared» (stfu globe)
«Synergy» (4)
«Mr.Jared» (err... nvm)
«HTBK» *Synergy, I don't know how they mix it here, but damned if it's not appealing. Before you've even sat down, the cup is almost halfway empty.*
«HTBK» *Globe. Who is that woman and why do we not know her.*
«Globebutt» Whoever she is, she sure is thirsty.
«Writefag4» I look again at the paper. What kind of story initially drew me here. Or was I just showing up hoping something would happen?
«HTBK» *can we go and talk to her?*
«Synergy» *the auburn-haired girl tugs her billfold from her red leather purse, unclasping her wallet and tugging out the needed bills... whatever the price came to. the smell was captivating, and she, indeed, nearly drained it by the time she got to the table. Sitting, a bit fixated on the flavour, she pulled out the bearclaw and began dipping it in her beverage, scarfing it down as quicklly as she might without being rude.*
«Globebutt» ...One more customer to serve, first.
«Globebutt» I look at Verne. "May I take your order, please?"
«Verne» Oh sheesh uh. "Yeah hi can I have, um, a mediumish hot chocolate and a plain bagel. Please." Fake it till you make it, right? Right??
«HTBK» *Take your pick, Write. "Security Guard Reports Flying Horse". "Farmer Found in Home, Completely Without Memory". "Man Goes Into Violent Outburst After Examining Local Statue". People going nuts, in other words.*
«Globebutt» ("I hate unicorns! This is a horrible statue! Why doesn't it have wings? It should have wings!")
«Mr.Jared» ("ANARCHY! ANARCHY!")
«Verne» (I think that last guy is from the sims. Get this decoration out of my presence, swine.)
«Writefag4» I have to wonder if possibly the town is doing it for attention. I haven't seen anything weird yet.
«Synergy» (and I woulda been fine too if it weren't for you meedsome kids and your pesky coffee)
«Globebutt» (Don't be hatin'.)
«AngelGrace» (Do I have a newspaper?)
«HTBK» *Yep.*
«Writefag4» I mean one weird thing is almost more believable than 3 or 4 unrelated weird things.
«Globebutt» Well, let's see. Hot chocolate. Bagel. Ring 'em up... "Three dollars fifty."
«Synergy» *pulls out her book again, her 'watered-down-espresso' now sweetened by the chocolate from the bearclaw, a few floating crumbs, and went about sipping the remainder of her beverage as she resumed her reading*
«Verne» And holy dang I even have cash today. It's a christmas miracle. I pay the man with a bit of pride at surviving the ordeal.
«Synergy» (Festivus miracle^)
«Verne» (Winter holiday miracle.)
«Writefag4» How much research have I done about the area?
«Synergy» (Robonukkuh miracle)
«Globebutt» All right; nobody else to serve for now. Let's get ourselves a drink and go sit down with Ms. Americano.
«HTBK» *Not much, Write. Something just told you you'd have what you need when you got there--it's tiny America, after all.*
«HTBK» *Ooooh boy!*
«Synergy» *oh lord*
«Mr.Jared» *oH sWEET bABY jESUS*
«AngelGrace» "Curious." Star starts writing in her notebook. "Strange events, no apparent connection...but there has to be a source..." she mutters to herself, sipping the drink that was pretending to be coffee
«Synergy» *sip sip sip... her drink was going fast for the second half as well, what, with all the deliciousness from the bearclaw dippings, and she seemed to be cruising through her book. Mmm that really hit the spot*
«Globebutt» I sit down with a small cup of joe ('cuz hey, free refills) next to the woman who was chugging her coffee. "Hello."
«Sleight of Hand» *Sip.* *read.*
«Verne» Similarly, god frickin bless, I can be with my laptop again. Sweet, sweet laptop. Sweet, sweet bagel.
«Synergy» *Blinks, startled, lowering her book, a hand coming to her chest to catch her breath. She was right in the middle of a good scene, and this was the last thing she expected* Umm.. yes? Is there something wrong?
«Writefag4» I suppose that second one seems the most strange. The one with the crazy guy. Probably just some druggie though. I stuff half the pasty in my face.
«Globebutt» "Nothing wrong. Just saying hi. Don't think we've met before. Name's Globebutt."
«Verne» ('That's an ... interesting name.' 'Yeah it's east european.')
«Mr.Jared» (and a flying horse is not as strange as a crazy person? Wow, write... you got your priority sorted)
«Synergy» *blinks, a small bit of a smile on her lip. She tries to keep from losing it. Straight face, girl, straight face.*
«Writefag4» (I thought the flying horse story wasn't current.)
«Synergy» Uhh.. Globe..butt? That's.. that's an interesting name
«Synergy» I'm Veronika.
«HTBK» *The GM cuts in and points out that, for ease of reference, these ridiculous handles we have are to be treated as though they were utterly normal names.*
«Synergy» (retcon~)
«Globebutt» "Nice to meet you, Veronika." I smile.
«Sleight of Hand» *Sip... NIbble*
«Synergy» [replace with] *Blinks for a moment, then offers her hand* Veronika.[/replace]
«HTBK» *Tis a terrible burden, to sip ye coffee alone.*
«Globebutt» I shake. (Her hand, that is.)
«AngelGrace» (It's only a report of a flying horse)
«Mr.Jared» (>flying >horse)
«AngelGrace» (One could argue the person reporting it is also crazy)
«Synergy» *She smiles, setting her book down* Nice little place here. Pretty cozy, and you guys have an awesome espresso blend.
«Mr.Jared» (touche)
«Globebutt» She wants to talk coffee; that's you, Jitterbean.
«HTBK» "Oh, you really think so? I think it's a little underwhelming, but I guess that's just taste."
«AngelGrace» In a moment, Stars eyes flicked upward as she watched the two workers. They switched off rather quickly...
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«Mr.Jared» (there is only one)
«Globebutt» (Huh? I think the counter's empty right now. Jitters and I share a body. It's kind of a long story.)
«Synergy» Well, whatever it was you managed a good amount of oils from that one... good aroma... I usually have to add a little sugar to chug it down like that. Not too bitter, not too mellow, nice medium.
«Sleight of Hand» *Looks up at the other patrons and quietly listens in on their conversation*
«Synergy» do you roast your own?
«HTBK» "Well, we're really glad you like it. Er...I am."
«Synergy» *She quirks a brow*
«Globebutt» We smile sheepishly.
«Synergy» good bearclaw too... a little heavy on the chocolate but hey, that's not a bad thing.
«Synergy» *oh god you got her started on food. what. have. you.done*
«HTBK» "They're, uh...not my thing. I like it straight."
«Synergy» *shrugs* to each their own, I suppose.
«Writefag4» I down the rest of my hot chocolate. It might just be the tastiest thing I ever drank.
«HTBK» "Yeah. So, um...what brings you around here? You're not one of our regulars."
«AngelGrace» Star goes back to her work, shaking her head. It had happened again; sometimes things wouldn't make sense and she had to rethink them
«Synergy» (HT, skype)
«Synergy» Just on my way through. Got family I'm off to see, but I have about a week or so extra time so I decided to make a little road trip out of things.
«Globebutt» "You gonna be in town long?"
«Synergy» Maybe a day or so? I wasn't planning on staying too long, but I ain't exactly under pressure for time, if there's sights to be seen.
«HTBK» *Ooh, ooh, can she stay with us?!*
«HTBK» *Jitters, bless her heart, had regained most of her enthusiasm in the year following the shadow.*
«Globebutt» Not unless we can think of a reason for her to stay! An...d... she'd... have to like horses and be good at keeping secrets.
«Globebutt» But first things first. What can she see around town?
«HTBK» *Um...there's always the park, I guess. Or...ya know...Write's statue.*
«Egg_Discord» (I'm back. Need me yet?)
«HTBK» *And speaking of. WRITE.*
«Mr.Jared» (nope ,but you stay... kay?)
«Writefag4» (I thought the statue was in the underground portion.)
«HTBK» *As you flip through the paper, you encounter something...strange.*
«Synergy» Write? Huh... I was hoping caves or creepy old haunted buildings or such..
«Writefag4» (Yes?)
«HTBK» (No.)
«Globebutt» (All of that was internal dialogue.)
«HTBK» *Synergy, note the lack of quotation marks.*
«Synergy» (OH SORRY)
«Synergy» (I'll throw those on my speech as well)
«Mr.Jared» (tis kewl)
«Globebutt» (Sorry; we're two people playing two characters who're one person. It's easy to understand why you might be confused.)
«Synergy» "Why, are there any hidden gems in this quarry I should know about?" She looked intrigued by the initial question and the expression on Globe's face.
«AngelGrace» Star is also flipping though the paper, occasionally taking a note as she sipped her coffee.
«Globebutt» ...Wait. Do we have any handling classes coming up soon? Are we free this afternoon?
«HTBK» *But Write, you come across a picture of a small bronze statue, that had been erected near the public park. It was of a man kneeling by a unicorn, while both of them gazed skyward. The angle of the picture is awkward, so you can't quite tell, but it looks vaguely like...you.*
«HTBK» *And not today, Globe. Not till Friday.*
«Globebutt» Good, good. "Well, there's a few neat places around town. I'd be glad to show you around after I get off work." ...When is that, anyway?
«Globebutt» Should check our watch.
«HTBK» *Just a scant twenty minutes, now.*
«Globebutt» "And that's just in twenty minutes, if you don't horribly mind waiting."
«Writefag4» I squint. Its a strange statue. Never really heard of a town having a unicorn statue.
«Writefag4» This pony craze is getting out of hand.
«Globebutt» I mean. Assuming the next guy comes in soon. We've had to cover for him before. Lazy bastard.
«Synergy» She blinks a bit and nods, "Alright, I'm game." Let's see... her hand traced over her purse... mace? Check. Rape whistle? Check. No funny business, but if they knew something cool maybe the coffee wouldn't be the only awesome thing today.
«HTBK» *Ah, I never know whether to love that guy or hate him.*
«Writefag4» I stand up and idle by the counter. Cup and newspaper in hand.
«Writefag4» (Mug)
«Mr.Jared» (>Rape whistle)
«Globebutt» If he comes in on time, we can love 'im today.
«Globebutt» I look over to, the counter. "Oh! Did you need something?" I stand up.
«Synergy» (perhaps the taser in her car?)
«Writefag4» "Could I get another of these?" I say holding up my mug. "Also do you know where I could find this statue? Is it new or something?"
«HTBK» *Aw crap.*
«Mr.Jared» (?!?!)
«AngelGrace» Star glanced over her shoulder, folding her notebook into the paper. She zipped her coat part of the way up and finished eating her bagel.
«Globebutt» I head back behind the counter. Jitters, what's the matter? It's... I mean, there's been people who've come here before and just don't visit frequently.
«HTBK» *He, uh...never mind. Let's go.*
«Synergy» She picks up her book again. Seems globey there was going to be busy for a bit, so might as well see about finishing the chapter. There were still so many people to die in hilarious ways fighting over the redhead War, after all... Back to words words words
«Globebutt» Jitters prepares him his coffee and puts it on the counter. "Yeah. Got put in about a year ago. It's, um..." Crap. We know where it is. Just having a brain fart.
«Writefag4» "Must be some story behind it. I mean MLP was just starting getting big back then. Suprised they would put in a statue for it."
«Writefag4» (This isn't Lauren Fausts birth town is it?)
«Globebutt» (Unicorns were around before Personal Small Horse, yaknow!)
«Writefag4» (Yeah but Unicorns aren't usually so small. They're normally horse sized.)
«Synergy» ^
«HTBK» *...What's MLP?*
«Writefag4» (Also this unicorn seems to have huge eyes.)
«Synergy» (and a cutie mark)
«Mr.Jared» (And that must be one damn quality photo)
«Writefag4» (Probably can't tell from a photograph of a bronze statue)
«Mr.Jared» (^)
«Globebutt» My Little Pony. You know, that show we've been watching?
«Globebutt» That's... what is the official story for that statue, though? What're we supposed to say?
«HTBK» *Oooooh. Sorry, I'm bad at anachronisms.*
«Mr.Jared» (Tales tell of singing pieps)
«Globebutt» ...Pardon?
«Writefag4» (Nobody tries to think about it too hard. The city doesn't even remember paying for it.)
«Writefag4» (It was just there one day and they couldn't seem to remove it.)
«HTBK» *Um, uh...*
«HTBK» *It's...decoration?*
«HTBK» *Yeah. Just one of those things the city puts in there.*
«AngelGrace» Star takes a couple steps towards the person asking about the statue, listening.
«Globebutt» "You know, I really don't remember. Think someone just decided to put in a statue of a unicorn. Not sure MLP has anything to do with it."
«Writefag4» 'Artists.'
«Globebutt» Keep an eye on our Spaghetti, Jitters. I think we'll be fine, but...
«Writefag4» "So where is it?"
«HTBK» *Oh, hey! He watches it too? Oh, I thought we were some kind of hideous freak of nature!*
«Globebutt» If I could roll my eyes at you, Jitters, I would.
«Writefag4» (I would assume by the town hall or something.)
«Synergy» She buries herself deeper in her book. Now people talking about ponies. Like she didn't get enough of that in the Honor's house on campus.
«Globebutt» "It's over by Town Hall, real close to the park." We don't want to invite him to come along with Vicky and us, do we?
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«Globebutt» I thought you wanted to make it like a date.
«HTBK» *I dunno. That would be really abrupt.*
«HTBK» *The more the merrier!*
«Globebutt» You, um, want to invite him then?
«Writefag4» I glance around for a tip jar.
«AngelGrace» "Excuse me, sir." Star speaks up. "Mind if I tag along? I'll be quiet, I'd just like to see this statue myself."
«Verne» Is this. how people normally make friends. Is this the secret. Should I be taking notes.
«Globebutt» (Verne does not know how the Magic of Friendship works.)
«Writefag4» (HTBK you should exclude Verne from random pony selection and just give him the Spaghetti pony.)
«HTBK» *fuck it, Write is right. I will.*
«Verne» (What. What... i do loev spaghetti but what.)
«Globebutt» (Spaghetti Feelwhen? Oh, that'd be mean.)
«HTBK» *someone upload the picture.*
«Globebutt»  has deleted a photo.
«Globebutt»  has uploaded a new photo.
«Synergy» (oh god I was drinking something)
«Synergy» (Now I'm not, brb cleaning my monitor)
«Globebutt» (Coffee?)
«Verne» (Spaghetti pone!)
«Synergy» (water)
«Synergy» (least it's not milk this time)
«Mr.Jared» (>Milk)
«Mr.Jared» (We have a pony for that)
«Verne» (I'm pretty sure there's pones for everything.)
«Synergy» (still hope I get rolled randomly for Warpony)
«Mr.Jared» (Ipone, there's a pony for that)
«Writefag4» Do I find a tip jar?
«Verne» (Is there a history with spaghetti though or.)
«HTBK» *Sright there, Write.*
«Writefag4» "Around $2 for this?"
«Globebutt» I nod.
«Writefag4» I say as I pick up the mug.
«Writefag4» I hand him $2 and put 3 more in the tip jar.
«Writefag4» I turn to the person who adressed me. "I suppose if you want to tag along you can. No guarantees I won't get lost."
«Globebutt» I look out the front window. My replacement here yet? I really wanna leave early now.
«HTBK» *Chuck, that lazy old fuckwad, is yawning his way into the building as you speak.*
«Synergy» She gets to the end of her chapter... probably a good place to stop. She sets the book down and pockets it, looking over to the gathering at the register.
«Writefag4» (Angel?)
«Globebutt» "Hey, Chuck; mind if I leave a little early today?"
«Globebutt» C'mon, say yes...
«HTBK» *Chuck shrugs and walks behind the counter. Dude smells baked.*
«HTBK» "Yeah, sure. Whatevs, broski."
«Writefag4» I recoil slightly. I hope he doesn't get any share of that tip.
«Globebutt» (That, Jared, is why they don't let me go.)
«Verne» Hahaha did they just legalize weed around here or...
«AngelGrace» "Don't worry, I'll just stay by you." Star said, shifting her bag. This pony statue should prove interesting
«Globebutt» (This is somewhere east of the Mississippi, so not likely.)
«Verne» Wait a minute, I've never smelled the stuff before. What am i talking about. ... to... myself.
«Globebutt» (And what IS the tip jar cleaning procedure here?)
«Mr.Jared» (...)
«Globebutt» (Eh, fukkit. Prob'ly end of the day every day or summat.)
«Writefag4» I start sipping my drink. "When I'm finished with this then."
«Writefag4» I realise I probably shouldn't of done that right away and burn my tongue slightly.
«Verne» (Just dump it all down your pants.)
«Verne» (The tip. Not Write's drink.)
«Globebutt» (brb; John needs me)
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«Writefag4» (Secretly Jitters reaches into the jar when Globe isn't paying attention.)
«Synergy» Suddenly and for no reason Shores of California creeps into her ear. She starts humming it to herself.
«HTBK» *And the drink, too. Jitters finds that easy to masturbate to.*
«Writefag4» (But its not coffee.)
«HTBK» *Oh. Never mind then.*
«Writefag4» I bite my tongue a little and start blowing on my drink. Delicious but if I burn my taste buds off it wont matter.
«AngelGrace» Star settled down to wait, sipping her now ice cold coffee. Ice...coffee...brillant!
«Globebutt» I step out from behind the counter, and walk over toward Veronika's table. "Thanks, Chuck."
«HTBK» "Scool, brah."
«HTBK» *He makes a peace sign with his fingers.*
«Synergy» She looks up stands as globe approaches. She slips her purse over her shoulder, adjusting her scarf and rocks back on her heels
«Globebutt» I turn to Veronika. "But, uh. Hey, you wanna see that statue first off? I mean. If these other guys wanna check it out." I look at the Write-lookalike and his accomplice.
«Writefag4» (Its fortunate my back is turned or I may have accidentally spit my drink all over him.
«Writefag4» (Chuck not Globe.)
«Globebutt» "Could at least show them how to get to city hall."
«Writefag4» "Huh? Oh sure. If you don't mind."
«Synergy» She nods "Sure, I suppose so. I guess seeing some town history won't hurt if I'm to be seeing some of the hidden treasures of this place"
«Globebutt» Well then. Let's get this show on the road!
«Verne» Oh wait jeeze dammit they're switching workers I don't wanna be anywhere near this crappy 1960s transplant without at least five other people between us. Laptop, closed. Bagel paper awkwardly crinkled. Mission: can I follow these people without being really really creepy oh god
«Writefag4» I look around for something to pour my drink in. They must have some cups here or something.
«HTBK» *It must be done, Verne. It must be.*
«Mr.Jared» *still on standby*
«AngelGrace» Star zips her coat up fully; looks like it was time to be going.
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«Writefag4» I get one of those cheap to-go cups from Chuck and pour my drink into it and hurry out after them stopping only to grab the last of my confection before leaving.
«Synergy» She starts making her way to the door
«Globebutt» (I'm assuming we've worked out cars already; waiting for the GM.)
«HTBK» *GM just sorta sittin here.*
«HTBK» *Ya'll walkin? Going by car? By bus?*
«HTBK» *Waiting for a guy to come pick you up?*
«AngelGrace» (I'm following this guy)
«Verne» (I'm going to uh... assume that for the sake of game we can pretend dis guy can actually drive.......)
«Globebutt» I think we probably drove here. Offering a seat to Vicky, at least.
«Synergy» She has her own car, she'll drive
«Globebutt» If anyone else needs a ride and really wants to ask for it, that's probably fine, too.
«HTBK» *Jitters hasn't forgotten her last time at the wheel.*
«AngelGrace» Star sighed as she passed by all the cars and stopped by a small black moped.
«Writefag4» "Uh. Could I get a ride. Sorry. I took a bus here."
«Globebutt» Well. We were both kind of driving. And it's not like we crashed!
«Globebutt» "...Oh, yeah. I guess so."
«Writefag4» (You don't just yell 'JITTERS TAKE THE WHEEL' and go limp sometimes?)
«Globebutt» (Nah; she usually picks it up.)
«AngelGrace» Star put on a pair of goggles and started the engine up, waiting for the rest of them to leave.
«AngelGrace» (Astarielle is immensely uncool)
«Writefag4» (Goggles are totally cool.)
«Globebutt» (What, no helmet?)
«Writefag4» (Anyone going to offer me a seat?)
«HTBK» *Globe already gave you one, Write.*
«Verne» Oh my god oh my... god... is that a scooter... is she wearing goggles... oh my god... I need to Become her. Yes. Wait stop staring at people wtf.
«Writefag4» (Herp.)
«Writefag4» "Ah. Thanks. Sorry about this."
«Synergy» "Hey, shy kid, you coming along too?"
«Synergy» That's you, Verne
«Writefag4» (You don not realize what you have unleashed. We'll all drown.)
«HTBK» *verne, stop wanting to kill people and wear their skin.*
«Verne» Shy k-- I make a noise similar to "fzzt?!" and point at myself. "Me? Do you mean me. I mean if it's ok that'd be... great."
«Verne» (It's in my genes, man, can't fight it.)
«HTBK» *Who the Hell was your dad, Gacy?*
«Verne» (My dad? No, no no, this is from my *mom's* side...)
«Synergy» She smirks, and taps on her car, a blue sedan with Illinois plates. "Hop in, and don't chew on the seats."
«Writefag4» I pull open the passenger side door of Globes car and climb in.
«AngelGrace» Was someone staring at her? Star shook her head as she put on her helmet. She was such a freak.
«HTBK» *Ah, Small town America. You'd never try this shit in the city.*
«Synergy» She gets in her car and closes the door behind her, leans over, and pops the passenger door open from the inside
«Verne» This is really unsafe but ok yeah. I get into the car, shove my backpack down towards my feet. "Thanks. I, uh, promise not to eat your seats unless they're actually edible."
«Puck» (hahahaaaaa, Verne, you are Amazing, rp moar!)
«Globebutt» (Puck, write your final and study for your story!)
«Synergy» She smirks at the boy, "They would taste of leather and whatever it is they do to leather to make it turn red, so no. Not particularly tasty." She reaches over and does her seatbelt, "Now buckle up, and no funny business or you'll find out what it's like to have spicy eyes." Her seatbelt clicks and she turns the key in the ignition.
«Verne» (Flattery and nonsense but ah thank.)
«Writefag4» I turn to my driver. "I suppose you must get a quite a few sightseers out here?"
«Puck» (That final is for physics, and now I'm just gonna walk up and hand him a printed copy of Zenith)
«Verne» Oh I buckle up all right. I buckle up so hard. My middle name could be car safety if my parents were so cruel.
«Puck» (also, now Zenith will be doing theoretical proofs instead of all his dialogue)
«Globebutt» (ooh, postmodern!)
«Verne» "Fun-- funny business? Absolutely not. My business will be entirely serious from here on out."
«Globebutt» I'm already reading to head out of the parking lot and onto the road. (Assume things go normally while I see about making a midnight snack?)
«HTBK» *Things go normally. And I think the GM will do the same.*
«Puck» (well shit, me too then)
«Synergy» The car comes to life, air conditioner on some middle-coolish setting, MP3 player flickering to life as her speakers cue up to blare music. With a bit of a start she reaches over and turns the volume down before it starts, having almost forgotten, the sounds of Pendulum filling the car. This should be interesting, at least.
«Verne» (the car comes to life unfolding into a transformer)
«Synergy» (we are both crushed)
«Synergy» (Transformer demands that a phallic analog be placed in his chest)
«Verne» (in our dying breaths: 'it was... more than met the eye...')
«AngelGrace» Star kicks off, ready to follow the cars at a safe distance.
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«Puck» (propane nightmare, granite?)
«Puck» (also, no matter how good an idea it seems at the time, your smoothie is, in fact, not thick enough to pour a 'heaping' glass of it.)
«Synergy» (the island)
«Puck» (nice)
«Synergy» (so what next? We're following Globe's vehicle)
«HTBK» *Aaand back.*
«Puck» (good... now kiss!)
«Globebutt» (Now, Verne; we're not into /that/ kind of TF. ...I don't think.)
«Globebutt» (All right. My stuff just finished, too. Fucking can opener broke on me, though.)
«Verne» (robopone!!)
«Puck» (hmmmmmmmmmm)
«Puck» (no, not in this fic, next one maybe...)
«Globebutt» (Zenith II: The Adventures of Cyberpone)
«HTBK» *Anyway.*
«Puck» (well shit globe. Also yes, you were driving.)
«HTBK» *The statue is just where they said it would be. Undisturbed, but deprived of its most glorious details by the dark Winter night. It stands eight feet tall at the tallest, so the unicorn comes roughly up to chest level. Hm.*
«Globebutt» (Hm?)
«Writefag4» I get out of Globe's car as we stop. Maybe it would have been better to come back in the morning.
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«Globebutt» I get out of the car, too, and wait on the sidewalk for the others to show up.
«AngelGrace» Star comes to a stop, killing her engine as she looks up at the statue. She grabs her notebook from her bag and hops off. "So this is the one?"
«Synergy» She reluctantly kills the engine and the sound system after pulling in beside Globe's vehicle. She unbuckles, and looks over to her passenger, "Wellp, we're here then."
«Writefag4» So is there any kind of dedication plaque or anything.
«Globebutt» (You can't see from over here!)
«HTBK» *If you strain your eyes, Write, you can make it out.*
«Verne» That statue sure is ... a pony. Unicorn. It's got the horn and all. It's just awfully, um... stout? I swing my bag back onto my shoulder (only one strap, I am 2 cool 4 school) and get out to take a look.
«HTBK» *To: The Unwritten Hero.*
«Synergy» She pops her door open, pocketing the keys and climbing out. She looks over expectantly at Verne. "You coming?"
«Globebutt» I nod in response to Angel's question (and lament how I have failed to take proper note of names) and head over toward the statue.
«Synergy» (oh shit didn't see your post)
«Egg_Discord» (You can't read ye plaque)
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«Synergy» (ignore that one)
«Mr.Jared» (eat it)
«Verne» (you must >go statue to >read plaque!)
«Writefag4» I follow after the barista.
«HTBK» See above, Write.
«AngelGrace» "Oh, I suppose I should..." Star follows the two. "I'm Astarielle. Most people call me Star though...yeah..."
«Puck» (Globe? Is being a baristo a thing?)
«Globebutt» (No, it's not; even in Spanish, you have el artista or el fascista or el socialista or what have you.)
«Writefag4» (I wikipedia'ed it so it must be true.)
«Verne» (You know, artists, fascists, socialists, all very similar)
«Egg_Discord» (It's true.)
«Puck» (bah)
«Globebutt» (If they're a she-socialist or bar-ist or whatevs, it's la artista or what-have-you.)
«Synergy» She hops out of her vehicle and clicks the keyless lock on her keychain. Her car beeps behind her and she jogs up to catch up, a bit of a skip in her step. That was good coffee. Once in view of the statue more properly, she quirks a brow and mumbles, "and I thought my housemates were a bit too into that stuff.."
«Puck» (double bah)
«Writefag4» Weird. "So this is the original statue?"
«Globebutt» "Yep."
«AngelGrace» "Well..." Star pushed her glasses up; she needed to have them adjusted again. "Unicorns have long been a symbol of purity and kindness in mythology."
«Verne» "Yanno," I mutter, vaguely in the direction of the others, "all we got in my town is a tank. What do I gotta do to get a giant tiny unicorn."
«Globebutt» (Seriously, though; what're you guys' characters' names and physical descriptions and such? Would you tell me over Skype? I need to make a spreadsheet.)
«Globebutt» If that guy only knew.
«Writefag4» I squint up at the human. For some reason I feel kind of uneasy.
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«HTBK» *It is an...unnervingly detailed likeness, Write.*
«Writefag4» Aside from being dressed diferently we look a lot alike.
«Egg_Discord» (Quick reminder, the unicorn's Wispy, right?)
«Writefag4» Maybe its just the light.
«Globebutt» (It's Slushie.)
«HTBK» (It's Slushie.)
«Puck» (probable less green)
«Globebutt» (Bronze is usually not quite lime green.)
«Egg_Discord» (Oh)
«AngelGrace» Uh oh
«Synergy» She looks back and forth between the statue and Write
«AngelGrace» Star looks up at the statue, her head tilted curiously. She looks at Write once, then resumes staring at the statue
«Puck» (HT, this is really exciting)
«Writefag4» "...wonder who built it." I murmur to myself.
«AngelGrace» "Most statues have a date of erection and an artist on the dedication."
«Verne» (Hehe, erection.)
«HTBK» (Excitin, you say. Wait till I bust out the fun parts.)
«Writefag4» I squint and bend down again. Is there anything like that?
«HTBK» *Erected a year ago. Artist uncredited.*
«AngelGrace»  has uploaded a new photo.
«AngelGrace»  has deleted a photo.
«Writefag4» I straighten back up. "Guess its just some art piece by a fan of the show?"
«Puck» (now I'm really really excited dammit!)
«Globebutt» I shake my head.
«Verne» "Usually when people say 'hey, I wanna stick a statue in the middle of town, it's got my favorite pony in' they don't get thousands of dollars in grants to do so..."
«Writefag4» I take a look at my timepiece. (What time is it?)
«Synergy» She blinks... and pulls out her mobile phone. No wireless, but woo, 4G... well... 3G... and shitty 3G at that. She tries to open the browser to see if she might get to a google search.
«HTBK» *Six PM and change, Write.*
«Writefag4» (Do I have plans for where I'm staying?)
«Synergy» (signal good enough for a VZ phone to get an internet search?)
«Globebutt» (I'd hope so!)
«HTBK» *No. Unfortunately. And Syn, it's shitty 3G. It worked, I guess. But it's miserable.*
«Synergy» She searches for My Little Pony on image search. Safesearch is on.
«Writefag4» "I don't suppose any of you know any good hotels do you?"
«HTBK» *PAGES AND PAGES OF THAT LOGO*
«Globebutt» Hmm. There's a number of hotels around town.
«AngelGrace» "Oh no...I didn't factor hotels into the cost of the trip!" Star realizes, turning from the statue. "Do you know of any cheap...cheap...cheap hotels?"
«HTBK» *The Dark Horse Inn?*
«Synergy» She grumbles after futzing around for a minute and adds in the term "Unicorn" to the end of the string.
«Writefag4» (I think I'd be safer on the street then there.)
«HTBK» *Twilight. Pages and pages of Twilight, and Rarity. Before long, the ponychan OC's come. Not even the dead will know peace.*
«Verne» (Good god, this IS a roleplaying campaign. Want to make it a tavern?)
«Mr.Jared» (On Standby)
«Globebutt» (commit sudoku, syn.)
«Globebutt» (escape ponychan and its legions)
«Writefag4» "What are you looking for?"
«Verne» (With the power of numbers?)
«Synergy» "This looks like one of the things my housemates watch.."
«HTBK» *The flat's been rather lonely, Globe. And the un-roomie is probably off in a gutter somewhere, so he won't object.*
«Synergy» She holds up the phone with a picture of Twilight Sparkle loaded and gestures towards the unicorn statue with her other hand.
«Globebutt» But these are strangers, and I... I don't want to have to risk any more people finding out about Quiet than I really have to let know.
«Writefag4» "Yeah. I don't think its one from the show though. Probably an OC."
«Writefag4» "Original character."
«Globebutt» Veronika, she can stay over. We can talk coffee.
«Globebutt» But the others...
«Synergy» She blinks
«Writefag4» Ugh. I am too much into the fandom aren't I.
«HTBK» *They don't have any place to go. As long as they don't have an irrational love of water heaters, Quiet should be safe. I...think.*
«Synergy» "O..C... okay then, you sound just like my housemates. I don't mind, just don't throw me an earful of it and I won't have to end you."
«Synergy» She smiles as sweetly as honey.
«Writefag4» "Fair enough. I get why a lot of people don't care for it."
«HTBK» *We could always stay at Heartfire's old place...?*
«Globebutt» And let them trash ours? Nonono.
«Synergy» She looks at Write, a bit more closely, "And you sure seem to have an admirer in the statue-making business, buddy."
«AngelGrace» Star sighs, shaking her head. "Original Characters are not new to the fandom. Still, it's odd they'd put a statue of a pony from the show here..." Star sketches in her book. The result is...an oval and four lines sticking out.
«HTBK» *We could make *them* stay at Heartfire's old place, and clandestinely plant squeaky carrots in their pants while they sleep.*
«Writefag4» "You think?"
«Globebutt» Jitters. Please.
«Mr.Jared» (^I like where jitters is going with this)
«Writefag4» I glance around and try to remember how illegal it is to climb on a statue in a public place.
«Synergy» "So you had no idea there was a statue of your evil twin around in this town?"
«Globebutt» I frown.
«AngelGrace» "So, the question is, why? And does it have to do with the strange events from around here..." her eyes light up suddenly. "I have to see the library."
«HTBK» *Fairly illegal, Write.*
«HTBK» *Oh come on, we can keep Quiet in our room if you're that worried.*
«Globebutt» "I thought you just wanted to see it. It's a neat landmark."'
«Writefag4» "We're not that similar are we?"
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«Globebutt» "...You kind of are."
«AngelGrace» "It's an anomaly." Star said, folding her arms. "The kind of thing I came here to see."
«Writefag4» I glance around again. Anyone about?
«Synergy» She smirks and stares between Write and the bronze.
«Synergy» "Spitting image, dear"
«HTBK» *Only your erstwhile friends, Write.*
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«Writefag4» I climb up on the base and stand next to it.
«HTBK» *Everyone can quite clearly see that if he did his hair just a little bit differently, there would be virtually no difference.*
«Writefag4» "I... guess you're right."
«Writefag4» From the ground he looked taller but now.
«AngelGrace» "Well, when you stand like that..." Star says, looking up at him. "It looks precisely like you. Well, not exactly. Your hair is too tidy. The clothing doesn't match, and the statue is a liiitlle taller."
«Writefag4» I jump down leaving footprints in the dirt/snow.
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«Globebutt» (no snow; it's november)
«Globebutt» (and it's a warm winter)
«Mr.Jared» (Nothing egg...)
«Writefag4» "But I guess its just a coincidence. I don't think I've ever been to this town before. At least not that recently.
«AngelGrace» "Perhaps..." Star said thoughtfully. "I suppose if it was me, I'd just think it was kinda cool."
«Writefag4» "I... cool?" I personally think its a little creepy. And what's with the unicorn then?
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«Egg_Discord» (Sorry, I accidentally closed Chrome, were you saying something, Jared?)
«Globebutt» I try to shrug nonchalantly.
«HTBK» *Actually, I believe saying it was cold, even for winter.*
«AngelGrace» "Hakuna Matada." Star offered by way of reply.
«HTBK» *Snow is not out of the question, even this early.*
«Mr.Jared» (Nothinh)
«Egg_Discord» (You sure?)
«Globebutt» (Oh! Then it's cold. Okay.)
«Verne» I shrug. "I guess it's not entirely impossible for there to be, like, dopplegangers of someone. Though. Hardly likely. I mean. Considering."
«Mr.Jared» (yesh)
«Egg_Discord» (Alright, then)
«Mr.Jared» (Just waiting... watching...)
«Puck» (I am too, DisGunBeGood.gif)
«Writefag4» "I guess."
«Globebutt» "Is... that all you wanted to see, though?" I rub my neck nervously.
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«Globebutt» "There's more things around here I guess I could show you, Veronika, but. We could wait until morning, too."
«Writefag4» "I'm not sure. Really I should be finding a place to stay before sightseeing."
«Synergy» "So someone decided to bronze a picture of your evil twin and a cartoon unicorn in the middle of this town a year ago. Well, count me as intrigued by weirdness."
«Globebutt» "Whole town's a lot nicer when it's sunlit."
«Synergy» (was gonna say that before Globe's post but forgot to hit enter)
«Globebutt» "As for places to stay... Well. I've got a couple of free beds, or there's a couple of hotels around town."
«Writefag4» "Free beds?"
«Synergy» She turns to globe, "Alright. I think probably a hotel? I don't want to be an inconvenience and I'm not sure about staying with, no offense. I did just meet you."
«AngelGrace» "Bronze?" Star said, a strange note in her voice. Fangirl moment! She turned suddenly, saying "Free beds?" in unison with the other person
«Mr.Jared» (And this is crazy)
«Writefag4» (Pocket check. Am I possibly that desperate.)
«Puck» (but my name's pinkie, so party maybe?)
«Globebutt» "Well, unless you wanted to pay me. Roommate's gone for a while, and I'm feeling a bit lonely, truth be told."
«Synergy» (but I'm a dingo, I ate your baby)
«Writefag4» 'This IS a small town.'
«AngelGrace» "I suppose I can come up with some amount of money. Not hotel-level, but...I can make you breakfast. I'm freakishly good with omelets."
«Globebutt» "I'll take you up on that, but I'm making coffee."
«Mr.Jared» (Hey stranger, i only met you like half and hour ago, can i come into your house and cook you food?)
«Verne» Awkward shifting. "I mean, I dunno how all I'd feel about staying with someone whose name I don't even know."
«Globebutt» Oh. I never did introduce myself, did I!
«Synergy» She looks over at Verne "Exactly, but more on the point of someone whose name I learned less than an hour ago."
«AngelGrace» "Yeahhhh, that sounds like a plan." Star replied with a nervous laugh.
«AngelGrace» (Did anyone hear my introduction waaaaay up there?"
«Globebutt» "Oh! Right. I'm sorry. My name's Globebutt."
«HTBK» *Write, you are possibly that desperate.*
«HTBK» *you haven't had money in...I forget how long.*
«Writefag4» "I suppose I... Yeah I guess I'll take you up on that. Mine's Writefag or just Write."
«Synergy» (am I good for cash for the hotel?)
«Globebutt» I blanch.
«Mr.Jared» o_O
«Egg_Discord» (Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUN)
«HTBK» *...*
«Puck» (well said egg)
«HTBK» *Um...*
«Mr.Jared» (Dang it, Jared needs a peice of dis)
«Mr.Jared» *PLOT TWIST!*
«Globebutt» "..."
«Writefag4» (I imagine Globe might call you as soon as he gets home.)
«Egg_Discord» (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFyCYHOKnrY Globe's face when)
«Writefag4» "Something the matter?" I ask. ("You look like you saw a ghost.")
«Globebutt» "...I'm... quite fine." ("I'm talking to one now!")
«Mr.Jared» (what you did thar, i see it)
«Puck» (But the ghost has..... Amnesia!)
«Calc»  joined the chat.
«Globebutt» (2spooky)
«Mr.Jared» (I think he has, think he has, think he has amnesia!)
«Synergy» She turns to Verne "I'm going to see what I can do to find a hotel. Do you have transportation? I kinda drove you here and if your car's at the coffee shop I should probably swing you back by there."
«Writefag4» "I mean if it's a problem I can probably find somewhere else."
«Globebutt» "No, no; it's fine. Plenty of beds.)
«AngelGrace» "You're sure I won't be a bother, additionally?" Star asks. She gets the strangest feeling she's a third wheel in a bike just now assembled.
«Globebutt» (In response to Angel's earlier question regarding her seemingly ignored introduction: I thought it was a response to something I thought but didn't actually see.)
«Synergy» (I saw the desc in the coffee shop)
«Puck» (but I love tricycles!)
«Synergy» (and the bits when getting out of the car)
«Globebutt» (imagining pony on tricycle)
«Globebutt» (it is very silly)
«Puck» (*honk honk*)
«Globebutt» "It's fine, really. ...Do we want to get going now, though? ...And would you like my my number so we can continue the tour tomorrow, Veronika?"
«Verne» Well color me a sheepish disney dwarf. "Ah, well, I can't actually... drive... sooo... iffin you'd be willing to drive..."
«AngelGrace» Star shrugs. "It's your house. I'm ready to go when you are."
«Verne» "Oh, uh! I'm. Verne, by the way, I should probably... say that."
«Synergy» "You live around here, Verne, or do you need a ride to a hotel?"
«Mr.Jared» (was looking forever, i found the perfect thing for u globe)
«Writefag4» "Pleasure, uh, to meet you both."
«Synergy» "Veronika, by the way."
«Mr.Jared» ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nzMS_YrgFk )
«Verne» "A hotel." My voice kind of drops quieter with each following word. "Not that I really have the /money/ for one but..."
«HTBK» *You're both acting ridiculous. Globe's *white*, of course he won't rape you!*
«Writefag4» (Wow.)
«Globebutt» (Whiter than sour cream.)
«Mr.Jared» (>implications HTBK, mother%#%ing implications)
«HTBK» *And the Un-roomie isn't even in this campaign, of course your anus is safe.*
«Synergy» she sighs "ho boy... how do you plan to get by or were you planning on sleeping in a park bench or something?"
«Puck» (heheheheheee)
«Verne» (White like the freshest snow, untouched by dog urine.)
«HTBK» *But moving right along.*
«Puck» (But you just might Wake Up;...)
«Puck» (Am Horse.)
«Globebutt» (Or obnoxious neighbors.)
«Globebutt» I look at Verne. I /did/ say I still have beds open.
«Verne» You know that look that squirrels get when they're halfway across a road and you can tell they've just started to rethink it? Yeah. "Well I mean I wouldn't want to be a bother but if you have beds open that'd be really phenomenal because I was kinda flying by the seat of my pants here."
«Writefag4» I stare at him. How old is he. I mean I should of planned better myself but...
«HTBK» *How old is who?*
«Writefag4» "I guess it would be safer to let 3 strangers into your house rather than 1. Maybe. I'm not sure."
«Writefag4» (Verne.)
«Verne» Is it possible to slowly retreat into your own skeleton.
«Globebutt» "Sure." I walk over toward my car. "And did you want my number, Veronika? I mean, otherwise, I'm heading straight home." 'Cuz I need some time to handle finding Write's doppelganger's named Write.
«Globebutt» I mean, damn.
«Puck» (yes, verne, well, you can sure try)
«Synergy» She feels her heart sink a little and turns to Globe, then back to Verne, "And so your options look to be staying with a stranger, which you don't want to do, or somehow coming together with the cash to foot a hotel room... I have a lot more traveling ahead and so I can't go spending everything on unexpected things, but if you're not comfortable with that arrangement, I could see about paying for a room for you." she felt pretty stupid, like she'd been duped, but all the same horrible for the situation. What if it had been her?"
«Synergy» (ignore the " at the end)
«AngelGrace» "Assuming they're not all in concert, it most likely is. If anyone tries anything funny, the other two would stop them."
«Synergy» She turns to globe, "I guess? There's still more to see around here, yes?"
«Verne» Again, fzzt. "No! Absolutely not. You are not paying for a room for me no." I make an X with my arms just to emphasize the point. "I'd rather be intrusive than cost someone money if that makes sense ... without sounding horrible. Wow."
«Globebutt» I... well, there is, right? "There's some more stuff to see, yeah."
«Writefag4» "Exactly how many open beds do you have?"
«Writefag4» It sounds really odd for a person to live with 3+ extra rooms.
«Writefag4» I hope we don't end up stabbed.
«Verne» (Cut to title screen. HOSTEL: PONY EDITION)
«Globebutt» "I think I've actually got enough for all of you."
«Globebutt» (goddammit verne)
«AngelGrace» "You're pleasant, Write." Star remarked shakily.
«Writefag4» "Roomates move out?"
«Synergy» She blinks, her attention pulled between two sources. Might as well take care of one of the problems. She flips open her phone "Shoot me your digits, Globe. And as much as I appreciate the offer, I'm gor the hotel option."
«Globebutt» "...yeah."
«Writefag4» (Those were thoughts.)
«Synergy» (for, not gor)
«AngelGrace» (Oh, sorry)
«Globebutt» I toss Veronika my number, then.
«AngelGrace» "Well, it works out for us, then." Star says. "I appreciate it, really."
«Globebutt» "Wanna shoot me a quick text or something to make sure it works?" I ask, leaning on my car.
«Mr.Jared» (Get on with it!, err or something...)
«Synergy» She smirks, and reads off the number, digit by digit
«Synergy» (not one to give away her number quickly~)
«Synergy» (so the number is Globe's, for verification)
«Globebutt» I nod. "That's it." I head around to the driver's side. "Everyone who's coming with me ready, then?"
«Writefag4» (I'm sure Globe will end up taking a picture of Write and send it all to you with the text 'Whats this I don't even.")
«AngelGrace» Star pulls the goggles down over her eyes again, starts the engine, and flips on the headlight.
«Writefag4» I nod. "Sure. Thanks for taking me out here and double thanks for doing this for me."
«Writefag4» "I promise I'm not a hobo."
«Verne» Ahhh cool moped ah.
«Puck» (I just saw this, and I don't even ?)
«Synergy» "Globe, I'll follow in my car to bring Verne by, and then head off to the hotel."
«Mr.Jared» (!)
«Verne» I'm just tripping all over these "thank you, really"s.
«Globebutt» I open the door to my car. "Uh, there's room in my car for Verne if he'd prefer, actually, but. Whatever works."
«Verne» "That'd! Work better, then I wouldn't have to keep this lovely person from her hotel for too long."
«AngelGrace» (She has it because it's cheaper than a car, and she's scared to get a drivers license.)
«Mr.Jared» (Puck, are you secretly jesus?)
«Synergy» "Well, up to you Verne. I didn't wanna cramp too many people into his car. But if that's what you want, sure thing boyo."
«Mr.Jared» (standby)
«Puck» (yes, you have found me out.)
«Globebutt» Well, then. Let's be going! Skip to the scene where we're at my place/Veronika's hotel?
«Synergy» (HT, btw, hope I'm not making it too difficult going to the hotel instead. I don't think the character would stay at the house of the person she just met if she had the money for the hotel, considering)
«HTBK» *yes, the GM would find it expedient to skip.*
«HTBK» *The GM reminds synergy that running a NV game with a non-selfinsert is for scrubs.*
«HTBK» *Anyway.*
«Synergy» (This is a self insert with a different name. I wouldn't stay at the stranger's place)
«Synergy» (I'm too trope savvy)
«HTBK» *The GM would be happy to sit here and read the smalltalk and hijinks, if you are so inclined. Otherwise, we can not only skip to the house--we can skip to the next morning.*
«Synergy» (I seen this movie, the black dude dies first)
«Verne» (tbh i wouldn't either but i felt it'd be better to rp that instead of me logicking myself into a panic attack.)
«Mr.Jared» (Call me :'( )
«Globebutt» (And I wouldn't invite a horde of strangers over! But Jitters wanted it.)
«Mr.Jared» (maybe)
«AngelGrace» ( Guiz. Guiz. It's 1 AM here @_@ )
«Mr.Jared» (same here, your point?)
«Globebutt» (We've gone 'til 5 before.)
«Synergy» (what weird tripped out dreams do I have, mighty GM?)
«AngelGrace» ( I need to be at work at 9 AM. )
«Mr.Jared» (is this a goood end point then fpr tje a,om cerw)
«Globebutt» I pull in to the garage, and head over to the door to the house. "Could you guys wait here a minute? I have a pet I need to put in the basement; she gets excited around company."
«HTBK» *You dream of ponies, Syn. You know, just pretty colors and that one weird sex dream with Applejack.*
«Puck» (hush jared, disgunbegood.gif)
«Writefag4» "Oh huh? You sure. I'm pretty good around dogs."
«Mr.Jared» (alrighty then Jesus)
«Verne» Pet? Pet. Pet. I love pets. Good god I love pets.
«Globebutt» "She's not good around people."
«Synergy» (You like dags?)
«Writefag4» "Okay. I suppose."
«Egg_Discord» (Then you can go get 5 hours of sleep and stay up for 3 more hours, Angel! Live a little)
«AngelGrace» Star pulls into behind the car, killing the engine. "Your house." she replies, setting the helmet on the seat and removing her bag. Wait, is that all her stuff>
«Puck» (@verne http://imageshack.us/m/13/1170/130587311958.png )
«Verne» (Literally exactly me)
«Writefag4» 'Didn't he say he had roommates before? Maybe its just strangers.'
«Puck» (@syn, >dat movie, YES)
«AngelGrace» ((Five hours, hmmm, maybe. The counts just get a little weird if I don't get enough sleep))
«Mr.Jared» (i dun care bout sleep, i am doing nothing today so...)
«Egg_Discord» (I've done that sort of thing before when I was still employed. It works)
«Synergy» (Puck, let's hang out IRL and watch Snatch and MLP)
«Egg_Discord» (Besides, you'll want to stay awake for what happens next)
«Synergy» (Let's do this shit)
«Mr.Jared» (no syn)
«AngelGrace» (( I can hang out awhile yet ))
«Globebutt» Inside, I put Quiet in the basement and lock the door (perhaps explaining we have guests so she's got to be good) before going back to the garage and inviting my guests in and showing them their rooms.
«Mr.Jared» (its "Lets spin this shit!")
«Puck» (I am so down)
«Writefag4» (So why exactly does Sun sleep in the basement when you have multiple spare rooms?)
«Globebutt» (She likes it down there.)
«Mr.Jared» (pwnies, thats whi)
«HTBK» *The GM waits. Do hijinks, lowjinks, or smalltalk ensue?*
«AngelGrace» ( *la-de-da-da, is this the bathroom...? Oh. A pony. )
«AngelGrace» ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCueka65rLg )
«Writefag4» I sit down on the bed I'm assigned to. (I assmue we could do smalltalk just as easily in the morning.)
«HTBK» *Mmm. It feels kinda familiar, Write. Reminds you of the bed back home, I guess.*
«Puck» (over coffee and omelets at that)
«Mr.Jared» (AHEM *cough* globebutt *Cough* Jared *cough* call *cough*)
«Writefag4» (I would hope Globe wouldn't put me in that room.)
«Globebutt» I'm going to write Jared and Wispy an e-mail about the New Write before turning in early.
«Globebutt» I would put you in whichever room you levitated toward. I mean, there's a number of free rooms. You'd get your pick.
«Globebutt» (And you probably would pick your room, I bet.)
«HTBK» *I don't think Gmail reaches people that legally don't exist.*
«Puck» (>Oh wow today was a long day at the store, good thing I have no phone down here to upset my well earned rest<)
«Writefag4» (I guess I randomly picked that room.)
«Puck» (was it really randome, write?)
«Mr.Jared» (You disapoint me globe)
«Synergy» (I am actually having dreams of ponies then?)
«Globebutt» (Mr. Stephan Miller would beg to differ, HT.)
«Mr.Jared» (Whateves)
«AngelGrace» Star sets her satchel on the closest bed, putting her phone (A way old flip-model) in the bag. She places her shoes neatly on the end of the bed and nods to herself.
«Globebutt» (As would Nightgleam!)
«HTBK» *Yeeees, Syn.
«Writefag4» I try not to think about it too much. I just kick off my shoes and fall on top of the bed.
«Globebutt» In any case, Jitters and I are sleeping now.
«AngelGrace» She then proceeds to fall asleep in her clothing, on top of the sheets. Considerate sort.
«Mr.Jared» *Is awake, not that any of you jerks care*
«Egg_Discord» (I care)
«Mr.Jared» (thats a given though)
«Globebutt» (I have company over!)
«Mr.Jared» (derp)
«Globebutt» (Including The New Write.)
«Verne» (Will the real write shady pls stand up)
«HTBK» *Hm. Well.*
«Mr.Jared» (Yea, which you told noone about)
«Mr.Jared» (great job, he came back from the dead and you have the balls to tell noone)
«Puck» (surprise!)
«HTBK» *Time to start for real.*
«Globebutt» (PROLOGUE END)
«Writefag4» (Didn't you email them? I would think you still could. Or call them or something.)
«Mr.Jared» (*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*)
«Puck» (i've been bouncing in my seat for like 45 minutes now HT)
«Globebutt» (I did try to send an e-mail.)
«Writefag4» (I'd say send a letter with that really fast friend of yours but that might be not possible anymore.  )
«Globebutt» (And how am I gonna get a hold of him? Not like I've got his mobile.)
«Puck» (I bet the regular post still works though)
«Puck» (snail-mail as it is)
«Mr.Jared» (Thens whos phone number did you throw?)
«Globebutt» (Mine.)
«Mr.Jared» (waot)
«Mr.Jared» (i misread that)
«Mr.Jared» (HTBK, Take point!)
«Mr.Jared» *IT BEGINS*
«HTBK» *Actually. Show of hands.*
«Mr.Jared» (>implying hands)
«Synergy» (here, ready to keep going for hours)
«HTBK» *How many of the new players know the significance of LE?*
«Synergy» (handdrop. Nope)
«Synergy» (Unless you mean Lawful Evil)
«Mr.Jared» (whats it stand for?)
«HTBK» *God dammit, Jared.*
«Puck» (I'm here!)
«Writefag4» You could probably use skype for a bit. Leave the rest of us in the dark.
«Writefag4» (You know Jared.)
«HTBK» *My thoughts exactly.*
«HTBK» *WUAH Skype team, gird your loins.*
«HTBK» *Egg, Jared, Puck, report to the WUAH skype room.*
«Globebutt» (Gilding them as we speak.)
«Puck» (WOOOOOOOO!)
«Writefag4» I guess we wait for a bit.
«Synergy» (I have a bad feeling about this)
«Synergy» (failing first fort roll doesn't help that feeling of doom)
«Mr.Jared» (life does that stn)
«Mr.Jared» syn
«Mr.Jared» damn it!
«HTBK» *Everyone else.*
«HTBK» *Please roll a D6 for me.*
«Synergy» (1)
«AngelGrace» (2)
«Writefag4» (2. Heh.)
«Globebutt» (Shit. Six.)
«Synergy» (waiting on Verne)
«Verne» (OHsoryr 6)
«HTBK» *Takeiface*
«Writefag4» (I literally laughed.)
«HTBK» *Oh my.*
«Writefag4» (So who's all at Globe's then?)
«Synergy» (Everyone but me I think)
«AngelGrace» (I know I am)
«HTBK» *And so the dance begins once more.*
«Globebutt» (Quiet, Jitterglobe, Write, Verne, and Angel are at Chez Jitterglobe.)
«Verne» (We stayed up all night and had a twerkin party instead.)
«Synergy» (HT you said a wetdream about applejack? x.x)
«Synergy» (the hell?)
«Synergy» (Was that a joke?)
«Puck» (twerk it in a manner similar to an execcutive)
«HTBK» *Noisy Valley is, in defiance of its name, a quiet place. You wake to the laughter of children, the rumble of automobiles, and the midmorning sunlight shining in through your windows. Verne might not be familiar with the usual climate--but Globe, for his part, would notice that things seemed a good deal warmer this morning.*
«HTBK» *And yes, Syn. Welcome to my humor.*
«Synergy» (okay so no ponysex dream, just ponies)
«Synergy» (roger that)
«Globebutt» Well, that's nice. I like it warm. Gptta get outta bed and make some coffee, then check on the guests.
«Mr.Jared» *wake up*
«HTBK» *Globe, when you open your eyes, you find that sometime during your sleep you worked your way underneath the comforter. Rough night, I guess.*
«Globebutt» I guess?
«HTBK» *Jared, get back in the other night before I cattle prod your ass.*
«AngelGrace» Astarielle wakes up at precisely 7:45 AM, looking around in a slight panic, Oh, right. Staying here...nice guy...eggs.
«HTBK» *Other chat.*
«Globebutt» I crawl out from under the covers and hop onto the floor.
«HTBK» *Globe, something about this situation seems very, very familiar. In your dozy state of mind, it takes a moment to catch it--but you landed on all fours, and the bed is a good deal larger than it was last night.*
«Calc»  left the chat.
«Writefag4» I'm laying facedown in a pillow.
«Synergy» When she does awaken in her hotel room she just stares at the ceiling for a bit, "the fuck was that about..." And goes on to take a long, hot shower to take her mind off of the oddities, pondering her next step, trying to go over her dream, though, not one to keep a dream diary, most of it should be gone. She does sort of let her mind wander there under the beating water, though.
«Globebutt» ...
«HTBK» *...Uh...Globe?*
«Globebutt» Yeah. I think I'm seein' it too.
«HTBK» *Funny you should say that, Syn.*
«Globebutt» (What ARE we seeing, though?) I inspect my forelimbs.
«HTBK» *Because oddities are going to come out in full force before long. For example--the water seems way too cold, no matter how high you turn it up.*
«HTBK» *Jitters' fur. Jitters' hooves. Jitters' mane and tail.*
«HTBK» *And that old, familiar, clawing addiction. That dreadful, all-consuming thirst...*
«AngelGrace» Star runs a hand through her hair, trying to tame it somewhat before attacking it with a brush. This was a bad idea; now people would know she's secretly a slob.
«Globebutt» Well. At least half of us are used to our body, then.
«Globebutt» Sigh. I was gonna make us coffee, anyway.
«Globebutt» Let's go open the door.
«HTBK» *Um...Globe. Are we, uh...oooh dear.*
«HTBK» *Angel, do you use a mirror? Or do you just freehand it?*
«Synergy» She fumbles with the faucet and tries to get the water hotter but to no avail.. After settling for a much cooler-feeling shower than she was comfortable with, in which she did her best to manage her hair and all of the washing up a fair bit faster, she climbs out, toweling off, inspecting herself in the mirror like she does every morning.
«AngelGrace» (Freehanding as she fumbles in her bag for her mirror)
«Synergy» (well, at least mornings where mirrors are available)
«HTBK» *You should prolly comb your hair, Syn.*
«Synergy» (I assume the hotel bathroom has one)
«HTBK» *Angel, your hair is a little springier than usual. And, as you soon discover when you check the mirror, it is blue.*
«Globebutt» (Oh noooo.)
«Synergy» She searches around for the hotel's hair dryer. Assuming she can find it she begins drying her hair with it while brushing it out)
«Synergy» -)
«HTBK» *It takes you a few seconds, Globe--you're out of practice. But after some fumbling, that old familiar feeling kicks back in, and you open the door right up.*
«HTBK» *Um...Globe? Don't we have company?*
«Verne» Oh. I should probably also wake up. Ugh, but I'm so loathe to do so... I roll slowly out of the corner of the bed that I'd crammed myself into.
«Globebutt» Yeah, but... well, what else are we gonna do?
«HTBK» *You seem a little less worried about this than I am.*
«Writefag4» I continue to lie face down in my pillow. (I don't even know if I dream.)
«AngelGrace» Her hands close around the mirror, and it takes a moment to process what happened. "Well. That's new." She looks in her bag to ensure she didn't accidently bring blue hair dye. Wait, she never dyes her hair. Her head tilted as a door opened. Maybe this was a prank? Wouldn't be the worse thing that could have happened. She opened her door as well. "Hello?"
«Globebutt» (That was my door to the hall.)
«Mr.Jared» (Check yo eyes Angel)
«HTBK» *Verne, after you roll over, you are pleasantly surprised to find out that someone increased the size of your bed by some tenfold.*
«Synergy» Her hair is drying enough to make out color. What do her eyes see?
«AngelGrace» As she waited for a reply, she checked the mirror again, just to make sure she wasn't crazy. er than usual.
«HTBK» *Just you, Syn.*
«Globebutt» Well, we worked our way through this once before, and if we go wake 'em up lookin' like this, and they'll think they're still dreaming, is all I'm sayin'.
«Verne» Well that's... unusual. Large beds are nice but I didn't accidentally crawl into someone else's during the night, did I.
«Globebutt» Coffee'll wake 'em up.
«HTBK» *Utterly normal and plain.*
«HTBK» *well, guess you can't argue with that.*
«HTBK» *your hair is still blue, Angel. So are your eyes.*
«Globebutt» We go to the kitchen and Jitters makes coffee.
«HTBK» *...Hm. I remember the days when this would make you go crazy.*
«HTBK» *And you probably didn't, Verne.*
«HTBK» *I guess rich peoples' beds just grow in the night.*
«AngelGrace» "Well, at least my eyes didn't change. Much...are they brighter?" Star looked out, going back into the room and switching shirts. She had to put on some semblance of sanity.
«Verne» Oh man if they're too rich do their beds just fill the space of their house
«Verne» Uh, anyway. First order of the business is to get into my backpack so I can brush my teeth because morning teeth are grody.
«HTBK» *Oh, wait. No, strike that. They're a bright teal-green. Oh dear.*
«Synergy» She finishes brushing out her hair, now finally drying properly, and reaches into her toilettries bag to grab the moroccan oil. She pours some through her palm and works it out to her fingertips, moving it through her hair, the mix of silicon and aragon oil usually a good trick to wick out the rest of the moisture and keep herself from frizzing. She gives it a final brushthrough, and goes closer to the mirror, taking out her toothbrush and getting started on the rest of her morning routine, wrapped in a towel.
«AngelGrace» (Addressed to me?)
«Globebutt» (I believe so.)
«HTBK» *Addressed to you, Grace.*
«Globebutt» (Moroccan oil; made from 100% all-natural Moroccans.)
«Mr.Jared» (HTBK, you sick man, i love you)
«Writefag4» I slowly start stirring. I smell something.
«Globebutt» (Rise and shine, Mr. Writefag. Wake up and smell the delicious blend of... Ahem.)
«HTBK» *It's...coffee. Hot in the pot, no less.*
«Synergy» (fail the roll, wake up the only one unscathed)
«AngelGrace» "No, wait. Not blue. Green? Well, that's cool, I've always wanted green eyes." she steps into the hall gingerly. "Um, hello?" she called out.
«Synergy» (scumbag Veronica)
«HTBK» *Hey, Globe. Looks like we ain't alone.*
«Writefag4» I turn over and stare at the ceiling. The smell of coffee is good. The taste though... Well maybe I'll try it someday.
«Globebutt» "I'm in the kitchen," I shout from in the kitchen.
«Writefag4» I sit up. Who is that?
«AngelGrace» "Oh, good, the place I need to be." Star says brightly, following the voice into the kitchen. "I think you have a prankster here..."
«Synergy» (the fnords, I can see them)
«Writefag4» It didn't sound like that Globe guy. Sounded like a womans voice.
«HTBK» *Oh, it's another woman.*
«Globebutt» I'm sitting on the counter by the coffee pot. And I'm a small, wingèd horse.
«Globebutt»  has uploaded a new photo.
«HTBK» *Angel, the only other living thing in the being is a small winged horse roughly the dimensions of a Shetland sheephound.*
«Synergy» (why does the 18th image have tits?)
«HTBK» *...Globe, cover your ears. She looks like a screamer.*
«Globebutt» Oh, no.'
«Globebutt» ...And it looks like she dyed her hair.
«HTBK» *and, uh...ooh. Oh crap. Her hair wasn't blue yesterday, was...oooh crap.*
«Mr.Jared» (Synergy, you just wait...)
«AngelGrace» "You see, my hair turned blue over night, and-" she turns the corner, pausing. "And you're a small horse." she paused for several moments. "Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to go back to bed. When I wake up, everything will be normal, right?"
«Globebutt» I lie down and cover our ears. "Shit."
«Writefag4» Maybe its whats her name.
«Calc»  joined the chat.
«Verne» Anywho, yeah. I hope there's a bathroom open cause morning pees are the best ones.
«Globebutt» (HT, what happens to Verne as he tries to get to his backpack and get his toothpaste first?)
«HTBK» *Oh, missed that.*
«Writefag4» I slip on my shoes. Now that I think of it did I bring a change of clothes?
«HTBK» *Verne, when you look over the bed to where you put your backpack, you realize that the drop is roughly twice your height.*
«Verne» (Whoops most recent line retracted then)
«HTBK» *No, Write. You figured...huh, I don't know what you figured, but it didn't seem like that big a deal at the time.*
«HTBK» *Maybe you decided to go cross-country while under the influence.*
«Verne» ... Um. Ok, well, I've always been on the short side -- 'vertically challenged,' you know, I have trouble grabbing the cereal and such. But this? A little extreme. I blink, rub my eyes to see if maybe I'm hallucinating.
«HTBK» *You are not hallucinating the height.*
«Writefag4» 'Maybe I'm a secret hobo.' I try to shrug it off and follow the voice from earlier.
«HTBK» *You may, however, be hallucinating the round, fuzzy, blue hooves that seem to have usurped your fingers.*
«Globebutt» (Angel?)
«AngelGrace» (Oi?)
«Globebutt» (You didn't do anything after I covered my ears and said "Shit.")
«Globebutt» (Should probably do something before Write gets out here.)
«Verne» Oh. Ok. Well. Ok. I. Ok. I've... I'm ... I'm at a loss, is what I am. Hooves. All right. Are there -- are there four of those? Cripes. I check my (back) legs as well just for completeness' sake.
«HTBK» *Write, there's no easy way to say this, but whatsername has blue hair, and there is something that is unquestionably a pony on the counter.*
«AngelGrace» After several minutes of stunned shock, Star nodded. "Okay. So. Um. This is real, right? You're a small winged horse." she lets out a shaking breath. "I am clearly drugged. Yeah."
«Globebutt» We didn't do this, did we, Jitters? We're not that good at what we do. We can't do this in our sleep.
«HTBK» *Four of those, Verne. Hind legs. Bright yellow tail that is tasseled in such a way as to resemble spaghetti.*
«HTBK» *Um...I don't...That's the best I can come up with.*
«Writefag4» "Hmmm..."
«Writefag4» "I'm sorry what did you say again?"
«AngelGrace» Star turns around, squeaking in shock. "Hey, hey, what colour is my hair?"
«Globebutt» ...I think the coffee's ready. "Would either of you like some coffee?"
«Puck» (HT, I think being awkward about that description is only the most fitting)
«Globebutt» We can at least try to start this day right.
«Synergy» She goes about doing her makeup as she usually does... mostly natural, a little bit of a base to fix the minor blemishes, a tiny touch of blush, black mascara, a little bit of eyeliner, not much. Lips untouched, naturally pink. When she's good and satisfied, she wanders out of the bathroom and throws on a clean bra and some tee she'd gotten from shirt.woot, fresh panties, the same jeans as yesterday, and some fresh, black and white striped socks. She looked at the time on her phone. Maybe this place had continental breakfast? Hah... fat chance. Granola bar from her bag it is then.
«Writefag4» "Blue?"
«Globebutt» ("I can serve it black or with cream. I don't know how to make it blue.")
«Writefag4» I step into the room and walk over to the thing on the counter.
«HTBK» *The granola bar is grossly unfulfilling, Syn. You need something...more. Something like...coffee.*
«Writefag4» (That was to Angel.)
«Verne» "Oh," I say out loud. "UH. Okay." Because to be honest, a full two decades of life experience hardly prepares you for something like this. Sudden illness, unexpected deaths, sure, I could possibly handle that. But I have /hooves,/ man. Shit is, as they say in the industry, whack. I guess brushing my teeth isn't very high priority. I guess I'll just, erm, wander in a daze down to the kitchen. It smells like our host is at work there anyway.
«Writefag4» "Yes?" This small horse is talking to me.
«AngelGrace» "Oh. Okay. Generally, drug-induced hallucinations are not shared between people unless you're a figment of my imagination?" she grips the chair, her knees weak.
«Synergy» *She heads out of her room, granola bar in hand, slipping on some fleece-lined mocs to tread through the inn's hallways, towards the lobby, her hotel key in her pocket. Does the Lobby have coffee?
«Globebutt» I nod, and turn to Angel for an answer.
«Writefag4» (I reach into the fridge. Is there orange juice there?)
«Globebutt» I keep OJ in stock.
«Writefag4» (This was a joke. Its the first thing I went for the first time this happend. Rolled a 2 there as well.)
«HTBK» *And just like that, yet another small horse--this one with a denim blue coat and a mane highly reminiscent of spaghetti--totters into the room.*
«HTBK» *The lobby does, in fact, have coffee.*
«Verne» "Uh," I say. "Hi. I'm a horse, I think? Can I go home now."
«Globebutt» ...I'm pouring out four big mugs of coffee.
«Writefag4» I stare at the counter. Is there a mug or something I should be taking.
«Writefag4» (Nevermind.)
«HTBK» *Speaking of curious neon hair colors, what the fuck is up with Write.*
«Synergy» She pours herself a cup, inhaling the fragrance... Probably too hot to drink right now, she starts towards the room.
«HTBK» *He looks like he picked a fight with a neon sign and lost.*
«AngelGrace» "Okay. This isn't so weird. Maybe a drink and I can clear my head and..." Star looks at the new pony. "Two. Two ponies." she nods to herself, turning back to coffee pony. "I think I need something strong..."
«HTBK» *Syn, roll.*
«Writefag4» I pick up a cup. For a brief moment I consider pouring it on myself. Instead I bring it to my lips and burn my tongue again.
«Synergy» (6)
«Globebutt» I fly a mug of coffee down to the spaghetti pony.
«Globebutt» Then I start drinking from ours.
«Verne» Coffee acquired, I guess. Except how do you handle things with hooves oh my god I'm so glad ponies aren't expected to wear pants because how would I do up the zipper.
«Synergy» (Fort is 5, roll again?)
«Synergy» (guessing 6 fails)
«Mr.Jared» (roll again)
«Writefag4» I shift and lean against the counter. So we have 2 pony things. And that other girls hair is blue.
«Globebutt» (So wait. You rolled once and got six. Then you rolled again and got 5? That's all the rolling you need.)
«Synergy» (no no I rolled a 6. My fort is 5)
«HTBK» *Oh my.*
«Synergy» (I didn't roll below my fort, asking if I need to roll for pon)
«Globebutt» (You need to roll again, then, yes.)
«Synergy» (4)
«Globebutt» (You're about to do something intense.)
«HTBK» *Syn, heat be damned. you drain the entire cup like a boss, and it's not even that hot. You need MOAR.*
«Synergy» (0.4 + 0.4)
«AngelGrace» "Is it cold in here, I think it's cold, very cold, your hair is strange too, can I have some hot coffee please what is going on?" Star did not seem like the screaming type.
«Synergy» (between this and the previous one)
«AngelGrace» Star seemed to be a nervous breakdown type
«Writefag4» "I uh. Do you think these..."
«Globebutt» "I already poured you a mug."
«Synergy» She blinks... staring at the cup. She turns around, heading the few feet she managed to get from the coffee maker back to check if there was any left in the pot, and then started pouring herself one
«Synergy» (another roll?)
«HTBK» *A scant few drops later, Syn, the pot runs out.*
«AngelGrace» "Sorry, you know, ponies suddenly and-" she walks over to the counter, holding the cup tightly.
«Synergy» She stares at it and sighs, drinking what few drops had made it into her cup
«Writefag4» "Globe?!" I shout confused.
«Globebutt» "...Yes?"
«Synergy» Veronika looks around. Maybe the receptionist would be making another pot soon? Probably not something she wanted to bother them about..
«Writefag4» I look at the yellow winged pony. "What?"
«Verne» I make some kind of nervous, half-choked laugh in response to Star. "Yeah. Yeah, exactly, I know, right? hhahahaha."
«Puck» (as he sips coffee mildly...)
«AngelGrace» She jumps back a bit suddenly. "Who are you people? Ponies? Whatever? And who dyed our hair?"
«Globebutt» "I..." ...really can't explain this very well. "...do you all want to sit at the table or on the sofa while I try to explain?"
«AngelGrace» "Oh, I don't want to spill on your nice sofa." somehow, she was perfectly calm when she said this.
«Verne» I don't even know if I could get up onto the sofa. I feel pretty little right about now.
«HTBK» *Being up on the sofa would kick ass, Verne.*
«Writefag4» I move over and sit at the table and almost burn my tongue again.
«HTBK» *Just use a little elbow grease.*
«Globebutt» "Table it is, then." I fly our mug of coffee over to the table.
«Writefag4» "Globe?"
«Verne» I... yes. Yes. I can do this. Table. Just find a chair and jump. Totally easy. 100% doable. Oh my god I look so dumb. I make the valiant attempt to hop up onto a chair.
«AngelGrace» Star sits in the chair she had been using to support herself.
«Globebutt» "Yes, I'm... well, I'm in here. I'm Jitterbean right now, actually. She's the one who *really* likes coffee."
«Writefag4» "Huh?"
«HTBK» "Oh yes I do."
«Puck» (oh man, you gotta explain ponies, and Jitters, lucky you)
«HTBK» *Sorry, that one slipped out.*
«HTBK» *Verne, roll.*
«Verne» (D6 or?)
«Verne» (Sorry i'm clearly dice challenged.)
«Globebutt» I take a sip from our mug. "...This happened once before. I think you and Star are turning into ponies."
«Globebutt» (d10)
«Globebutt» (it's almost all we use)
«Writefag4» "Huh?"
«Verne» (8.)
«AngelGrace» "That...I...if you're Jitter now, who were you before-what."
«Globebutt» (roll again)
«Verne» (4)
«Globebutt» (Let's wait for the GM to tell us what befalls you.)
«AngelGrace» (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FlatWhat)
«HTBK» *Vern, you bang your head on the couch cushion and fall flat on your ass.*
«HTBK» *Your mane drapes over your head. You are literally covered in spaghetti.*
«Globebutt» (...While trying to get up to the dining room table? Damn, man. Mad skills.)
«Verne» The point is I smacked my head. Distressed sobbing noises emit from my spaghetti-covered direction.
«Synergy» Seeing no new coffee in the works from the inn staff, she heads back to her room, fumbling the key in her hand and making her way inside. She munches on the granola bar thoughtfully inside the door, then makes her way to the closet, grabbing her coat, fairly light-weight though wool, more for style than anything really, and her book. She grabs her purse, hooking it over her shoulder, over the jacket, and slips on some actual shoots, her trusty leather boots, and she heads outside for a bit to find a bench to read at. She could always text Globe in a bit, besides, she had no idea when they'd be up, how much he'd have to deal with his houseguests, and so forth, so better not to bother too soon. And the weather seemed good enough for Pratchett and Gaiman... then again, it could be a hurricane and it would still be perfect weather for those two.
«Globebutt» I look over to the source of the sobbing sounds.
«HTBK» *God damn, Verne. You look like a double retard.*
«Writefag4» "Then this is your pet?"
«Globebutt» "...I think that's Verne."
«Writefag4» "What?"
«Verne» "Unfortunately yes. Yes it is." I think my voice just cracked.
«Verne» I toss my hair out of my face (it whips all theway around and smacks me on the other side) and resolve to sit on the floor.
«AngelGrace» "You mean the person who was staring at me yesterday?" Star asked, startled.
«Verne» "I was just staring at your goggles they were so neat..."
«Writefag4» I take a gulf of coffee.
«Writefag4» (Thats a lot of coffee. I meant a gulp.)
«Verne» (Jesus, Write, calm it down, your stomach can't handle tha tmuch!)
«Globebutt» (Boston harbor? Bah. I'm brewing the entire Gulf of Mexico!)
«AngelGrace» "I always thought they were weird, but it's so cool, wearing them..." Star trails off
«Mr.Jared» (liek a boss)
«HTBK» *That's right, Verne. You are now bad luck Brian, the horse.*
«Globebutt» "...like I say, though. This has happened to us before."
«Writefag4» "Us?"
«AngelGrace» "Before?"
«Mr.Jared» *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*, *Knock om Globebutts door*
«Globebutt» "Jitters and me. And our roommates. About a year ago."
«Verne» "The--the pony thing? You weren't a pony yesterday. This means you made it *stop* happening. How... how did."
«Globebutt» (Not now, I'm acting at an expository device!)
«Writefag4» "A werepony thing?"
«Mr.Jared» (fine)
«Globebutt» "No, no... Yeah, we made it stop, though."
«Globebutt» And you got to learn about all the wonderful things you can do with fingers!
«Verne» (The power of friendship?)
«AngelGrace» "That explains the strange events in this-No, wait, this is even stranger and more unexplained!"
«HTBK» *and *you* got to learn how nice it is to have junk in the trunk.*
«Globebutt» I think you still enjoyed that more than me.
«Writefag4» I take another gulp of coffee.
«HTBK» *I can't help it if I'm a lady of taste.*
«Globebutt» "...Do you think one of you could drive my car? And maybe get a couple of boxes to stick Verne and me in? We need to head to city hall."
«Verne» "B-Boxes?!"
«Mr.Jared» (now may i knock?)
«Writefag4» "What?"
«Globebutt» (I think I'm comin' to you, but.)
«Globebutt» I look to Verne. "Well, yeah. Can't be seen like this in public."
«Mr.Jared» *knock knock knock*
«Globebutt» "...And would someone who isn't me or Verne mind getting that?"
«Writefag4» I stand up. "Should I actually anwser it?"
«Puck» (it was discussed at length that jared was leaving for your hous)
«Calc»  left the chat.
«Mr.Jared» "Globe? You in there? I need to talk to you..."
«Globebutt» I cock my head at Write. "I did say to."
«AngelGrace» "You want to go to city hall? As ponies?" Star asked, surprised. "Well, I can drive. I just...don't have a license."
«Globebutt» "See who it is." (I'm not sure I can hear you through the door.)
«Writefag4» "I mean should I just peek. Didn't you have a peephole."
«Mr.Jared» *Knock Knock Knock*
«Globebutt» "..."
«Globebutt» I fly over to the front door and look out the peephole.
«Writefag4» I head over to the doorway and place a hand on the knob and look to the ony again.
«Verne» "Just answer the frickin door you oH mfy God you can fly? Why can you fl- why can you fly."
«Globebutt» (I've been flying!)
«Globebutt» (I flutter around a lot. Helps compensate for being short.)
«Verne» (OH well in that case generalize my freakingout.)
«Puck» (it's not so bad being an earth pony, take my word for that, I'm 3/3)
«Mr.Jared» "Globe? Please tell me your home..."
«AngelGrace» "If that's another pony, I just might faint."
«Globebutt» If it's Jared? I'm just straight opening the door.
«HTBK» *It's Jared.*
«Writefag4» I step back from the handle as the Globe reaches for it.
«Globebutt» The door opens. "Hello, Jared."
«Mr.Jared» "Oh thank god, I wanted to ask you abo-"
«Mr.Jared» "Jitterbean.... and... W"
«Writefag4» I peek around Globe. Another one?
«Mr.Jared» "Wait... who the hell is that?"
«Globebutt» I hover in place, my wings flapping rhythmically.
«Mr.Jared» *Points to Write*
«Verne» Oh, sure, point to the guy who ISN'T a pony.
«Writefag4» (The guy pointing is a pony.)
«Globebutt» "Houseguest. Had a couple. Think we all got handled last night."
«Mr.Jared» "..."
«AngelGrace» "Actually, if this happened before, I think the pony would be considered normal..." She looks at Jared.
«Mr.Jared» "Thats write... isent it?"
«Puck» (jared ain't no show pony, is he?)
«Writefag4» (Jared is a Pony right? You should probably mention that for those of us who don't know.)
«Globebutt» (GM, care to describe what the dumbfounded man outside the threshold looks like?)
«Mr.Jared» (no i iz human)
«HTBK» *Jared is not a pony.*
«HTBK» *And he's Jared.*
«Writefag4» (Oh. I was confused. It was Egg who stayed pony.)
«Mr.Jared» "but, you died... you are here right now, but your underground..."
«Mr.Jared» "wha-"
«Globebutt» (Jared's the horsefucker; Egg's the horsefuckee.)
«Writefag4» "What?"
«Mr.Jared» *Collapse*
«Globebutt» "...Someone move him to the couch."
«Writefag4» (Is Jared in police attire?)
«Synergy» Veronika is, in the meantime, away from the rabble, enjoying a damned good book on a bench near the inn. Just flying through the adventures of Anathema Device on her quest to find out what the shit is going on.
«Mr.Jared» )mo_
«Mr.Jared» (no)
«AngelGrace» "Oh, so he fainted." Star noted. "Can I faint?"
«Writefag4» I pick up this other guy by the shoulders and pull him inside to the couch.
«Globebutt» I'm gonna close the door and pour him a mug of coffee now.
«Globebutt» I give Star the kind of stare that begs, "Really."
«Egg_Discord» (I stayed a pony AND became an Officer. Jared's a stay at home husband)
«Mr.Jared» (Thanks Eggy)
«Mr.Jared» (ima probably call it tonight,)
«Writefag4» (God even I have amnesia.)
«Mr.Jared» (gotta be up in 2 hours)
«Mr.Jared» (lawl)
«Verne» (between me and star we're kind of that guy from emperor's new groove who's just 'um, i'm a cow? can i leave.')
«AngelGrace» "You can't give me that look, you're a pony!"
«Mr.Jared» (I LOVE YOU NEW YORK!)
«Globebutt» I glare.
«Globebutt» "Can't I?"
«Writefag4» "So uh. Who is this guy?"
«AngelGrace» Star holds up a finger, thinking. "Objection withdrawn."
«Globebutt» I fly a full mug of coffee over to the Jared-burdened sofa. "Jared. Roommate from last year when this all happened the last time."
«Writefag4» "Did he uh. Say something to me?"
«Globebutt» I try using the energizing and soothing aroma of freshly-brewed coffee to revive him before setting the mug on a fittingly named coffee table.
«Puck» (hey, funny how that works)
«Globebutt» (Aptly-christened, rather.)
«AngelGrace» "Oh. Okay. So hopefully he can explain things better..."
«Globebutt» Does he awake?
«Verne» (God, for a second I was like 'what do you mean fittingly named, what's its name')
«Puck» (yes, channel the spaghetti)
«Synergy» (let the marinara floooowww through you)
«Synergy» (yesss... yeesssss... goooodddddd)
«Verne» (I...)
«Synergy» She glances down at her phone for the time on the park bench. What time do her eyes see?
«Writefag4» "I guess you being a pony again shocked him."
«Puck» (>elf eyes)
«Synergy» (evidently human eyes)
«Synergy» (unlike some!)
«Puck» (since jared is out for the night, I'm gonna say so is jared)
«Globebutt» I alight on the table. "Or maybe you did. You're a dead ringer for..." I bite my lip. "For a dead roommate." I look down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.
«Writefag4» "Huh?"
«Writefag4» "I don't get it."
«AngelGrace» "The statue..."
«Globebutt» She gets it.
«Verne» "Sssso." I don't quite. "Are we saying ponies /and/ zombies?"
«Writefag4» "But I don't remember dying. And I'm standing here."
«AngelGrace» "Probably not." Star says, seeming to calm down a bit now that she had questions to answer. "Even given infinite combonation of features, it's possible for one person to look like another."
«AngelGrace» "On the other hand, my hair is blue, so I think standard science is right out."
«Globebutt» I shake my head. "I'm not sure what's going on, entirely. That's why I wanted to go to city hall."
«HTBK» *And for the record, Syn, it's roughly 10 AM.*
«Writefag4» "I... guess I could drive."
«Globebutt» I wave a hoof. "The hair's easy to explain, though. Don't worry about trying to explain that with fancy science."
«Verne» "More like on the other hand I'm a /tiny horse!/"
«Verne» (Don't you be usin' your fancy mathematics.)
«Writefag4» "But why? To see the statue again?"
«Globebutt» I imagine I've done that sort of thing myself before; turning hair blue.
«AngelGrace» "Oh yeah, that too. That violates all laws of...everything." Star remarked, turning back to the pony. "Oh yeah, it's easy to explain?"
«Synergy» She sighs and pulls out her phone... leafing through the contacts, she finds '*temp Globe' near the top and sends over the text, "Oi, it's Veronika. You said there was more to see?" Maybe he wouldn'
«Synergy» wouldn't see it for a bit, maybe he would, either way, she could keep reading in the mean time
«HTBK» *Once or twice, Globe. Then you acidentally turned yourself bald.*
«Globebutt» I shake my head at Write.
«Synergy» (incoming SMS)
«Globebutt» (Goddammit, roommate; your headphones are shit. I can hear your Andean flute music you had on to fall asleep all the way over here.)
«Globebutt» "I'll go grab my keys and you can start the car. I'll explain on the way there." I jump down off the table and trot back to my room.
«Globebutt» My phone and my keys are in my pants.
«Writefag4» "You said something about boxes?"
«AngelGrace» "I think I'll ride with you all today..." Star said, shaking her head. "And what is with your hair?"
«Globebutt» I turn back, halfway across the room. "...Yes! There... find something. You can look in the basement if you'd like."
«Globebutt» (be right back; potty break)
«Puck» (star has blue hair and eyes, write has... green eyes, or..?)
«Writefag4» "Which door?" I say looking around?
«Globebutt» I gesture toward the basement.
«Writefag4» (Should I assume you left it unlocked opposing what you said earlier?)
«Writefag4» I go over and jiggle the handle.
«Globebutt» It's locked. I just forgot about that.
«Writefag4» "Did you lock it?"
«Writefag4» (What kind of basement has a lock from the top.)
«Globebutt» Anyway. I arrive in my room, and don't hear Write's question unless he's yelling.
«HTBK» *Globe? I'm just a little bit, um...terrified.*
«Puck» (the shady kind)
«Globebutt» (Err, um. The kind you regularly need to keep people out of?)
«Puck» (the kind that is the future site of.... The Brewer)
«Writefag4» I keep jiggling at the handle.
«HTBK» *Shit's locked, yo.*
«Synergy» She slips her cel phone back into her pocket, set to vibrate, picking up where she left off. Fuck this book was good.
«AngelGrace» "I believe the door is locked." Star points out. "You should alert him to that fact. What happened to your hair?"
«HTBK» *Yep. Book's still good.*
«Writefag4» "My hair?"
«Globebutt» It'll be okay, Jitterbean. We're fine. We'll be fine. We're just back in your body again. I said we ought to be at some point, anyway. I... wouldn't have chosen now; maybe a few weeks when we could take off from the shop and just stay with Wispy or Bright or something.
«Synergy» *good omens is ALWAYS good*
«Globebutt» But it's not a disaster. Just a surprise.
«Writefag4» I touch it and see if I can bring a strand in front of my face.
«Globebutt» Let's dig out those keys. (And do you think Jitters or I would remember to check for our phone?)
«Writefag4» (Even if not I think you should.)
«HTBK» *It's bright green, and about three inches longer.*
«Globebutt» (At first, I thought you meant my phone or my keys.)
«HTBK» *yeah, but, um...what if it happens like last time? What if we're stuck, or...something?*
«Writefag4» "Thats... strange."
«AngelGrace» "Yes. Actually, dumb question, I know what happened. Same thing that happened to me..." she looks away, seeming worried. "Did you hear what they said?"
«Globebutt» I'll handle it. We'll handle it! Well. We'll manage, rather.
«Writefag4» "That we were turning into ponies?"
«AngelGrace» Star nods wordlessly.
«Verne» "Turning into??? Excuse."
«Globebutt» (I never said Verne was turning into a pony. :V)
«Writefag4» I turn down to him. "At varying rates. How is it?"
«AngelGrace» "Sorry, sorry...what's it like?" she asked, crouching down to talk to Verne
«HTBK» *Handling would be nice. Look. If I start to...change back, can you try and...hold onto me?*
«Globebutt» Do the same for me.
«Verne» I slump a little. "It's... short. And my head hurts. But that's not cause of the pony thing. I don't have fingers anymore? It's not fun and dandy."
«HTBK» *Goes without saying. You pay for the TV.*
«Globebutt» I pull my phone out of my pocket, searching for my keys, and notice I have a text message.
«Writefag4» "Well I suppose it could be a lot worse. They said it happened before. Maybe its a natural occurrence around here?"
«Globebutt» Jitters, I think you're still best with precision work. Could you open up that text for us?
«AngelGrace» "Yeah, I saw you hit your head there." Star takes a breath "Let's just...take this one step at a time...how can that even be possible?" she looked up at Write.
«AngelGrace» "Besides, that one guy had a statue. Why?"
«Verne» "What, because of the underworld cult that tries to invoke its god through the bodies of little girls?" Deadpanned, in case it's not obvious.
«HTBK» *Globe, would you pass me the logs for a moment?*
«HTBK» *Gotcha.*
«AngelGrace» "You're not a girl. You're a pony."
«Writefag4» "I'm not sure." I turn to Verne "You're being negative."
«HTBK» *Globe deftly operates the keypad in a way that only someone made for hooves could. She pulls open Syn's text as easy as that.*
«Globebutt» What's it say, again?
«Verne» I give Write this cynical look. "I'm being a /pony,/ man, I think I have a bit of room to be upset."
«Synergy» [Oi, it's Veronika. You said there was more to see?]
«Writefag4» "Yeah. I guess it is weird. Still I guess it explains some of what people have seen around here."
«HTBK» *Globe. Logs, please.*
«HTBK» *From Noisy Valley 1.*
«Globebutt» Let's tell her... something's come up. Do we want to call her and explain our voice, or you think you want to text her?
«Globebutt» ( http://pastebin.com/VGjQtWMH )
«HTBK» *Um...Hm.*
«Writefag4» I follow after Globe. "Uh. The door is locked."
«HTBK» *We'll...actually, how much you wanna bet she has the same thing?*
«Globebutt» Why would she? I mean, wh... Hell. Why were we handled?
«HTBK» *Maybe we did this to ourselves. But that implies that your subconscious prefers being me, and I'm pretty sure it doesn't.*
«Globebutt» Know what? We can deal with that later. "Sorry. I forgot." I reach back into my pants and go back to rifling around for the keys.
«Globebutt» When I find them, I have Jitters pull them out with a hoof.
«HTBK» *are you really going to show everyone the...you know?*
«AngelGrace» Star waits by said basement door, waiting for Write to return.
«Writefag4» "Thanks" I take them. "I guess I'll see what I can find."
«Writefag4» I head back to the basement door and unlock it.
«Globebutt» Well, it seems the simplest way. We can have their memories wiped, then, if need be. Right?
«HTBK» *I guess. And what about M...dammit I can't believe it. What about Write?*
«Globebutt» ...We can ask Wispy.
«Writefag4» I pull open the door. "Want to help me look?" I turn and ask whatsherface.
«HTBK» *she's gonna get violent...*
«Globebutt» She does that anyway.
«HTBK» *No, I mean she's gonna get *really* violent.*
«Verne» "So long as Globe isn't keeping, like, corpses down there..."
«AngelGrace» Star nodded. "Suppose so. Let's have a look down here..."
«Writefag4» I look around. I guess he leaves the lights on.
«Globebutt» I trot back out to the living room by the basement door.
«Writefag4» I descend.
«Globebutt» Ask Bright, then?
«AngelGrace» She gives Verne a look. "Yes. Thank you. That's the image I needed in my head." she followed Write down the stairs
«HTBK» *Oh God, Write. Corpses. nothing but corpses.*
«HTBK» *No, not really.*
«HTBK» *Just a quietly sleeping pony who has made her place beneath the water heater.*
«Verne» (So many corpses. Quiet is terribly fond of the smell, and the company!)
«HTBK» *and mildew.*
«Globebutt» (It's piled high with bags and bags of coffee. Not even bags, really. Sacks. Sandbag sized burlap sacks.)
«Verne» Btw, facts: stairs are hard when you are recently pone.
«Globebutt» (If this house ever flooded, it would be delicious.)
«Writefag4» Anything that looks like a pet crate or something. I have no idea what he expected me to find.
«Verne» (Assuming fsr that the floodwater was boiling.)
«Globebutt» (qwop qwop qwop qwop qwop)
«Verne» Wait a second, that's a pony. That there is a pony? Another one. "Oh my god, was there someone in his basement last night?"
«HTBK» *Oh. And bags and bags of coffee. And some old cardboard boxes, where the coffee was stored. And the corpse of the un-roommate, where he tripped and broke his neck on the coffee stack.*
«Verne» Defending your house from robbers by instaponification *would* be pretty funny.
«Writefag4» "Globe?! Who's this?"
«Globebutt» (Nonsense! I would have buried that.)
«Globebutt» (Also, Verne: Magma is the obvious answer.)
«Globebutt» (The Dwarven one, at least.)
«Verne» (This isn't Dorf Fort.)
«AngelGrace» "I don't know, a cardboard box?" Star shrugged helplessly. Wait. "...the pet..." she whispered to herself.
«HTBK» *No, not actually.*
«Globebutt» "Hrm?" I head down the stairs.
«Verne» (Also if you cook the brain correctly it's a very healthy meal.)
«Globebutt» (Thank you, Verne.)
«Synergy» Veronika wonders if there's a burger joint in town...
«Verne» (Globe's pony menaces with spikes of fur.)
«Writefag4» I point to the pony by the water heater.
«HTBK» *there prolly is, Syn. Do you want a local or a chain?*
«Synergy» *local mom and pop*
«Globebutt» (It is encircled with rings of coffee.)
«AngelGrace» "Is that what I think it is?" Star asked, following Writes finger
«Synergy» *for a nice juicy meaty burger with all the fixins... or maybe a place with crawfish.. but winter, so no, no crawfish*
«Globebutt» "Oh. That's Quiet Nights."
«Globebutt» "She likes to sleep down here."
«HTBK» *There's prolly one. You'd best go and find it.*
«HTBK» *Everyone but Globe and Syn roll a D10.*
«Writefag4» "Uhh. This is the uh, pet?"
«Verne» (6)
«Globebutt» "Yep."
«Writefag4» (4)
«Verne» I acquire a look of vague concern. "The one who 'didn't like people.'"
«Synergy» She whips out her phone and sends another to text to Globe... maybe he'd respond before she went. "Know any good burger places around town?"
«Synergy» (incoming SMS)
«Verne» (Write, you rolled a d6 just fyi? idk if it makes a difference)
«Writefag4» Did I?
«Globebutt» (it definitely does)
«AngelGrace» (5)
«Writefag4» (whoops. 9 then.)
«Synergy» (said 4 on the dice roller prior to the 9 for me)
«HTBK» *Write, Verne. You realize that Globe is probably a lunatic mad scientist who kidnaps passersby and turns them into ponies for his own twisted amusement.*
«HTBK» *A bit like Red State, but not as retarded.*
«Synergy» (oh it was a d6)
«Verne» (Yeah I was actually gonna say that.)
«AngelGrace» "No, not the pony." she says slowly. "A water heater...it must be warm..."
«Globebutt» (and shit i think i left my phone back in my room because i have nothing to carry it with)
«Synergy» (yep you did)
«Synergy» (I will be searching on Yelp! for a good burger place next)
«Verne» I take a hopefully subtle step back towards the sleeping pony and away from the looming Globe.
«Writefag4» "Was uh. She always like this?"
«HTBK» *OH CHRIST YOU'RE HIS NEXT VICTIMS*
«Verne» (Well, I always /did/ want to be donated to science.)
«Writefag4» I take a step back.
«AngelGrace» (meanwhile, Stars just standing there, oblivious to the implications, wondering if it would be weird to hug the water heater)
«Verne» So. A quick look around. Escape routes, potential weapons, acknowledgement of jeeze louise that's a lot of coffee. Cripes, he wanted me in a /box/?
«Globebutt» I shake my head no and sigh sadly. "No. She used to be a different person completely."
«Synergy» She stares at the phone... he didn't answer before, might as well go with something reliable. Even with shit reception, at least she had a data plan. She searches on Yelp for Burger places, sorting by average rating and trying not to look at any of the chains.
«Writefag4» "Thats... uh." I take another step back. He's blocking the stairs isn't he?
«Verne» Well that's a reassuring thought, ain't it. "And I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why she's like this."
«AngelGrace» "So what happened to us happened to her, then?" Star said, tilting her head curiously. She turned slightly. "You're a pony. Reasonable doesn't live here anymore."
«HTBK» *the OP is a yokel who doesn't know how to Yelp. But there is a fairly reputable place on the edge of town.*
«Globebutt» I sigh again. "Reasonable's around here somewhere, Star. Did you find two boxes?"
«AngelGrace» "I was able to locate one that is undamaged. There's a couple weak ones down there..."
«Synergy» She gathers her things from her room to her car and heads off to the restaurant. If she didn't hear back anytime soon she might just head over to the next town on her road trip, though things about this one were definitely bugging her. Cranking up her MP3 player in her sedan, she set off, blaring the music of The Seatbelts.
«Verne» (screeches 'you'll never take me alive')
«Writefag4» My eyes dart wildly around the room. Why do we need the boxes? Where are we going?
«Verne» "We're not..." Whoa, my voice is broken. I cough and try again, gathering my courage. "We're not going anywhere until you explain that pony, ok."
«Globebutt» I wave a hoof. "Just whatever'll hold Verne and myself. We can throw some towels or blankets over us if you'd like, too. But we need to take them to the car and get to city hall."
«HTBK» *He's taking you TO THE PONY MILL! AAAAAAH! YOU DON'T WANNA BE HOUSEBROKEN!*
«Verne» (Excuse me I'm pretty housebroken as it is.)
«HTBK» *The Seatbelts? Sure, why not.*
«Synergy» *New York Rush is a damned fun song for driving*
«AngelGrace» Star sets the box down, going to get another box that seemed pretty sound. "I thought that's why we were going to the town hall?"
«Synergy» *relaxing but upbeat, good for keeping alert*
«Writefag4» I slowly pick up one of the larger boxes and take one of them upstairs.
«Verne» "You keep talking about city hall, but what exactly is /at/ city hall?" It's like listening to Mitt Romney insist that he has a five point plan.
«AngelGrace» Star takes another box up. Looks like it was Vernes turn for nervous breakdown...
«Globebutt» "You wouldn't believe me if I told you now."
«HTBK» *The city hall. The government's in on it.*
«HTBK» *Oh God he turned you into a horse and now he's sending you for government testing!*
«Writefag4» I wait strategically by the doorway.
«HTBK» *OH MY GOD /POL/ WAS RIGHT!*
«HTBK» *AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH*
«Writefag4» "Verne could you help me for a second?"
«Synergy» She heads out of the lot, setting her phone into the console of her vehicle, a map of the town displayed, her GPS showing a little blue arrow where her car is and a little point on the map marked where she was going. Auto-navigate was for wimps, but the minimap was very useful. She was sure to do her best to obey all speed limits and traffic signs. No need to get a ticket out of state. Especially in bumfuck nowhere where the fines could be ridiculous and aimed at folks passing through to beef up city revenues.
«Verne» I'm pretty practiced at wide empty smiles by now. "I'm a pony, guy, you can try me for believable. I-- ..." ... weigh my options. "Uh, yeah, just a second." And then I follow Write up the stairs kind of sideways. Don't take your eyes off the enemy or ... whatever.
«Globebutt» (related: http://fav.me/d5k5cwb )
«Writefag4» As soon as Verne crosses the threshold I slam the door behind me and lock it.
«Globebutt» ...
«Globebutt» I rush up the stairs.
«Globebutt» "Hey!"
«AngelGrace» Star blinks, looking at the door that just got slammed in her face.
«Verne» "What the-- what the f-- oh my god what the hell are we doing oh my god what the hell is /he/ doing oh my. God."
«HTBK» *Good on you for obeying traffic laws, Syn.*
«Writefag4» (You had taken the box up after me hadn't you? You'd be up top right?)
«Synergy» *don't wanna get raped by those out of state tickets*
«AngelGrace» (No, I was retrieving another. Which is cool, because drama.)
«HTBK» *The burger joint in question is simply called "Tasty Burgers". Hopefully what they lack in imagination and linguistic ability they make up in quality.*
«Writefag4» (Write's goal was to lock just him down there. He probably wouldn't have slammed the door on you.)
«Globebutt» (I don't think... yeah.)
«Writefag4» (He'd have also called for your assistance.)
«HTBK» *And oh, this is interesting. The GM has noticed that GM'ing NV seems to lull him into a trance-like state.*
«Verne» (I love how it's like Meanwhile, Syn.)
«AngelGrace» (Eh, I can see that. So then I'm on the other side of the door after all?)
«Writefag4» (Yeah.)
«Writefag4» "Okay... Okay. Anyone else think this is weird?"
«Synergy» She pulls in slowly and parks her car, killing the engine but letting the music finish, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she grooves to the jazz. Ohh yeah, that's it baby, good trumpet, good piano, good grooooove. Finally, as it ended, she killed the power, grabbing her phone and putting it in her pocket, grabbing her purse from the front seat, and finally her keys. A minute later, she was standing in the restaurant, ready to be seated, looking the place up and down curiously.
«Globebutt» I bang on the door.
«AngelGrace» "Of course I think it's weird..." Star said, still looking at the door. "You locked our host in his basement. That's also weird."
«Globebutt» "And rude!"
«AngelGrace» "Very rude."
«Verne» "Yes? No? I don't know? Everything is kind of weird right now, all right!" I'm doing these nervous little pacing circles just in front of the door. "Like I frickin woke up as a pony? What the hell. And this guy is WAY too calm about it? And he had that-- that pony down there--"
«Writefag4» "No that he's keeping a pet pony and we're turning into ponies."
«Verne» "It's just a little /off/ I mean."
«Verne» "He was making frickin coffee as a horse, for Christ's sake."
«Writefag4» "If he could turn us back wouldn't he have turned that other one back already?"
«HTBK» *It's a burger joint in small-town USA, Syn. There's a few tables spare already.*
«AngelGrace» "Maybe it's contagious and he didn't want us to catch it?" she looked at Verne. "I mean, it obviously failed. But still, why only turn her completely into a pony?"
«Synergy» *was wondering if it was seat yourself or a bartop or what*
«Synergy» *is there a bartop?*
«Synergy» *diner style?*
«HTBK» *No, but you are meant to place your order at the counter.*
«HTBK» *And the GM cannot tell if Feelswhen is a guy or a gal.*
«Globebutt» I bang on the door again. "It's not contagious, but it is progressive! Would you let me out of here?"
«Synergy» *ahh, one of those, small tables, paper plates or something of the like*
«Writefag4» "So you can take us to who or whatever is at city hall?"
«Globebutt» (Pic shows lashes and a rounded snout. Looks like a mare.)
«Verne» "I mean, yeah, I guess that's. Possible." I sit down against the door. "But on the other hand what if he was /trying/ to turn us and it just didn't work as planned?"
«Verne» (But player himself is a strapping young lad.)
«Synergy» She makes her way to the counter slowly, looking over the selection, trying to find the biggest, meatiest pile of delicious on the menu. Something with hot links or some mississippi flavor in it.
«AngelGrace» "Okay, seriously. I'm just as freaked out about this as you all are." Star said, taking off her glasses. Wow, her eyes looked amazing without them... "But what do we do now? If he's telling the truth and it is progressive, we'll all be ponies sooner or later."
«Synergy» *Big Fat Daddy burger or some other terribly named special ordered by 300lb+ rednecks*
«AngelGrace» (Star is a self insert, and I will take off my glasses sometimes when talking. I don't know why."
«Globebutt» "Why would I turn myself into a pony if I wanted to do something bad to you as ponies, anyway?"
«Synergy» *gesticulation duhh*
«Verne» (I take off my glasses when I eat. Sometimes you just take off your glasses, I guess.)
«Globebutt» "There's something in the basement of City Hall. There's people who can help."
«Writefag4» "They why haven't they helped her?"
«HTBK» *I suggest trying the "Feast-in-a-bun".*
«AngelGrace» "Another good point. Look, there's two humans and a pony against one pony. I don't think he can do anything against our will."
«Globebutt» ... "..."
«Globebutt» "It's complicated! And Star's right!"
«Writefag4» I point at the guy on the couch. "Looks like the backup might have run into some problems."
«Synergy» She sidles up to the counter proper, looking over to the person behind the register. "Howdy."
«Writefag4» "Who's to say there aren't more waiting at City Hall."
«Verne» "Keeping a pony in your basement is 'complicated?'"
«Verne» "A pony who was once a person."
«Verne» "And is now a pony. Oh my god what if he's lying what if I'm stuck like this forever."
«Globebutt» I sigh. Jitters, they just won't listen!
«AngelGrace» "He's passed out, and..." Star thinks about that. That is troubling... "What if one of us follows on my moped. If something happens, they can speed away and tell Barbra Walters."
«Globebutt» ...Can we just handle the lock?
«Verne» "I have frickin /noodles/ for hair, I don't want to be stuck like this!"
«Verne» Ok, the noodles part can stay. God damn I love noodles.
«Synergy» (you could be a pastafarian priest)
«Writefag4» I rub my head.
«HTBK» *...Hm. I dunno. That could be hard. Last resort.*
«Synergy» (just get some pirate garb)
«AngelGrace» She sighs, rolling her eyes. "It's a classic logic problem. If you do nothing, you're sure to stay as a pony. If you let him out and we go to City Hall, you could stay as a pony or go back to normal."
«Writefag4» (Also Write is right there. He would totally kick you down the stairs.)
«Globebutt» (Pony punting!)
«AngelGrace» "Personally, I want to know what the hell is going on in this town."
«Writefag4» "We could call the police."
«Globebutt» ...Oh, hell no.
«AngelGrace» "And tell them we're turning into ponies?"
«Synergy» She taps the counter, "Y'all open for business?"
«Globebutt» "I really /can't/ recommend that."
«Writefag4» "Tell them somone broke into our house and we trapped them in the basement. They'll see we turned into ponies."
«Writefag4» "Obviously you wouldn't."
«Verne» I end up chewing nervously on my hair, a look of uncertainty tilting across my face. "I mean, I guess... Star's kind of right, but. What if he, what if he I dunno leads us to some weird-ass trap, we get tested on or whatever?"
«Verne» "I mean, yeah, it's a stretch, but so is half the crap that goes down in this frickin country."
«AngelGrace» "Okay, think this through. You see someone turn into a pony right in front of you. What do you do?"
«Globebutt» (I think we know how those threads always go.)
«Writefag4» "Detain them until its known they're safe."
«Verne» I blink and raise an eyebrow. Or, uh, pony equivalent. I guess they don't exactly have eyebrows. "I'd probably assume I was seeing things."
«HTBK» >Ra--
«HTBK» *Or that.*
«Verne» I'm kind of beginning to wonder if maybe Write watches too many of those zombie type shows.
«Globebutt» "...Come on; let me out. I don't want to break the lock."
«Globebutt» Or anything else.
«AngelGrace» Star nods a bit. "Okay. So, assuming we tell the police, and we do both become ponies, we'll be the ones detained, right?" she puts her glasses back on. "Logically, we should go with a scenario that has a chance of returning to normal."
«Writefag4» "You're staying right there until we sort this out."
«Globebutt» Why did we invite him over again, Jitterbean?
«Writefag4» "If you're going that way it would make a sense to take an option that leads to optimal risk/reward. Here you have to decide if you're willing to risk being captured and turned into someone's pet is worth the chance of possibly getting fixed."
«Verne» ... God, I was never good at decisions. My forehead's starting to hurt from how tightly furrowed my brow is, and I'm probably chewing holes through my lip. Ugh. I don't want to even begin considering the atrocious anatomy I'm suffering from right now. "I'm just... suspicious, you know, it's not exactly clear cut here. I was over here having a panic attack because I woke up as a damn horse and this dude was making /coffee./"
«HTBK» *Because he's Write's evil twin?*
«Synergy» She fiddles with her red-polished nails. Her stomach was practically growling. "Hello, anyone back there, I'd like to order somethin'..."
«HTBK» *it takes a long while, Syn, but after a moment a kindly old woman in spectacles totters up to you.*
«HTBK» "Sorry, young ma'am. I'm hard of hearing. What would you like?"
«Globebutt» "I told you; it's what Jitterbean does!"
«Writefag4» I turn to the door. "Perhaps. We should let him explain. If he's lying he might make a mistake."
«AngelGrace» "No one mentioned being a pet..." Star said, her tone careful. She shook her head, then nodded. "Yes. Let him explain...but let the poor guy out."
«Synergy» She smiles at the sweet old lady. "Sorry to holler. I'd like the feast on a bun, and could I get that with jalapenos?"
«Globebutt» I flop over on my back.
«Writefag4» "What would you call the one he keeps in the basement."
«Verne» "I don't CARE--" I'm starting to yell but i choke it back, cutting down the volume and the words and swallowing the syllables even if they're something harsh like glass. "Yeah. Sorry. Yeah. Let's... let's talk to him."
«Writefag4» I slowly unlock the door. "Try anything funny and I swear..."
«Writefag4» I pull it open.
«AngelGrace» "Not knowing the entire story, I wouldn't call it anything." Star replied cooly. She backed away from the door.
«Verne» I skitter away from it just to be safe.
«Globebutt» I'm still flopped over on my back on the top step.
«Verne» ...
«HTBK» *Globe, roll fort.*
«Verne» ("Poke him with a stick.")
«Writefag4» (Thankfully we're probably too angry to think about belly rubs.)
«AngelGrace» "Oh great, now he's upside down." Star rubbed her forehead
«Globebutt» (8, fuck.)
«Verne» "He didn't, like, die, did he."
«Globebutt» (Annnnd followup is 10. This looks !!fun!!.)
«AngelGrace» "If he did, I'm going to Town Hall anyway." she remarked, leaning in a bit to see if he was alright
«Writefag4» (Well. That'll make explaining things interesting.)
«Globebutt» (Yes, it will be Interesting.)
«HTBK» *Write may be angry, but you're not. For a fraction of an instant, you feel that long-dead part of your self flare to life, and you reflexively spread your legs and bare your belly in hope of earning a gentle scratch...*
«HTBK» *And then a moment later, you realize what you're doing.*
«Verne» "...Ok, he ain't dead."
«Globebutt» "...Oh! Wh." I roll back onto my legs.
«AngelGrace» "Going with diagnosis: Adorable, here." Star adds
«HTBK» *Oh...oh no. Globe, what did we just...*
«Globebutt» Nothing good.
«Globebutt» "...Don't let me do that again."
«HTBK» *Oh crap oh crap oh crap. Let's just...hold it together, okay? We're not Jitterbean. well, we are. But we're...not. Ish. Like she was.*
«Writefag4» "Do what?"
«Globebutt» You're the NEW Jitterbean.
«HTBK» *Jitter...globe. Thing. Focus.*
«AngelGrace» "I'm guessing lay on the floor and poke up his belly..."
«Globebutt» "Don't let me act like a pet. Don't let US act like a pet."
«Globebutt» I quickly get out of the basement.
«Verne» "Wh... What do you mean, /let/ you?"
«Globebutt» "We relapsed."
«Globebutt» "I told you this all happened before."
«Writefag4» I point to the couch. "Sit, explain."
«AngelGrace» "What do you mean, us?" Star asked at nearly the same time, her cheeks flushed. Oh, wait, it was like the royal we?
«AngelGrace» "Y-you know..." she remarked, recovering. "It is still his house."
«HTBK» *Globe, roll fort again.*
«Globebutt» I look at Write. Really? I said DON'T treat me like a pet.
«Globebutt» (4)
«HTBK» *Your combined irritation cows you [totally smoking] ass into staying right up.*
«Verne» (Look at the booty, as they say.)
«AngelGrace» "You seem to be relapsing pretty hard there, bub." Star said, chuckling a bit. "I wonder if it's connected to our changes."
«Writefag4» "Fine stand. I still want answers. You haven't given us any reason to trust you."
«Verne» "What does 'relapsing' mean, here, exactly?" I ask, scuffing nervously at the floor.
«Globebutt» "I gave you my keys. I thought I had some reason to trust you." I haughtily turn my head away from Write before trotting around and turning to face Verne.
«AngelGrace» "relapse: To fall back into an old, usually undesirable habit." Star recites
«Globebutt» "We were acting like a pet. It's what happened to Quiet."
«AngelGrace» (Three guess as to where Star works.)
«AngelGrace» "I personally see that as a tremendous show of trust, by the way."
«Verne» "I know what it /means,/ I just didn't know what /he/ meant, and." I frown, tilting my head. "Didn't you say that she was... happy, or whatever?"
«Writefag4» I take a deep breath.
«Globebutt» "She is. Sunfire isn't." I sigh. Stabbing all the old wounds.
«Writefag4» "See it from our point of view. We wake up changing into ponies and then we find you're keeping somone who changed into a pony in your basement."
«Verne» "Do we have to play twenty questions or can you just..." I try to make some kind of vague gestures, but I'm reminded forcefully that I have hooves. Joy of joys. "Explain."
«Globebutt» "I normally give her free range of the house," I say to Write. "Just not when company's over."
«Writefag4» "Because you don't want them to know? That doesn't help your case."
«AngelGrace» "Which makes sense. I mean, you're visiting, and suddenly, a pony? I'd be shocked. I was, as I recall, then something else shocking came along..."
«Globebutt» "Having a talking pet pony isn't the sort of thing you advertise."
«Synergy» The ordering done, a Meal on a Bun with added Jalapenos, she pays for the item, along with a coke and a side of sweet potato fries. She makes her way to one of the seats, awaiting her order, looking about to see if anyone is about, customer-wise, and noted the quiet guy in the back... She wasn't sure what kind of lunch rush this sort of place usually had going on, but she figured it probably wouldn't be too bad, and the quiet of the small burger joint broken only by the elderly woman and her husband tending the grill made for a nice, relaxing spot to rest and think. What was with her today? What was with this town? That statue looked just like the guy from the coffee shop.. and why the hell would anyone model a statue for a cartoon pony? Her thoughts were broken as the burger and accompanying items slid onto the table, and she smiled up to the woman once more, before eyeing the plate hungrily.
«HTBK» *Syn, roll fort.*
«Globebutt» Besides. I'm not sure if I'd need a license.
«Writefag4» "It gives me reason for concern though. How do we know we won't end up like her? Being your pet."
«Synergy» Ten.
«AngelGrace» She taps her chin thoughtfully. "That I actually don't know..." her thoughtful expression fades at Writes words. "He seems to be turning into a pet himself."
«HTBK» *Looking at the burger--a two-pound pattie, topped with damn near everything under the roof--makes you throw up a little in your mouth. No way on God's Green you're gonna eat it. Roll PON.*
«Writefag4» "Or is a good actor."
«Synergy» (5)
«Synergy» (2.3)
«Verne» Wait. I look up at Write, then at Globe, eyes wide and mouth open just a bit. "Wait, wait, if she went all domestic, and you were acting like a pet, does that mean /I'm/ gonna--"
«AngelGrace» "I believe that implies that we all will." Star said softly. "I arrived at that conclusion several minutes ago."
«HTBK» *Your scalp tickles a little, Syn. Allergies, maybe.*
«Globebutt» I glower at Write, before looking to Verne with only exhaustion on my face.
«Globebutt» "I don't even know."
«Globebutt» "It's why I keep telling you; we need to go to city hall!"
«Writefag4» "And whats there? Not telling us isn't helping your case."
«AngelGrace» "Believe me, I'm all for the trip! Let's go, get some answers, before something else happens!"
«Globebutt» (Write, where'd you put my keys?)
«Writefag4» Probably on the table.
«Globebutt» I fly up and grab my keys, then flutter over to Star. "Yhoo drhy'v."
«Globebutt» (Probably holding the ring by a keychain. I've got a collection.)
«AngelGrace» She takes the keys. "Alright, but if we get pulled over, that could be a problem. I still haven't taken the road test..."
«Writefag4» I narrow my eyes.
«Globebutt» I narrow mine right back.
«AngelGrace» "Oh, also the two ponies in the car. Oh, don't worry, I can drive...." no one's listening.
«HTBK» *Jitters would narrow hers, but she's sharing.*
«Writefag4» "So whats there? I don't think we're going to see your local politicians."
«Globebutt» "We're not." I wait for Star to take us to the car.
«AngelGrace» "Look, this is how safe you are." Star picks him up, putting him in the box nearest her.
«Writefag4» I cross my arms.
«Globebutt» (He meaning me, not Write, I hope.)
«AngelGrace» (Yes, you.)
«Writefag4» "So who is there. And why can't you tell us?"
«Verne» (Just dumpwrite in the box. 'And stay there.')
«Synergy» She eyes the monstrousity... okay maybe her eyes were bigger than her stomach. She settles for the sweet potato fries. What the hell, she really really wanted it, and now it was making her stomach turn. She looks around, and sees a lack of to-go containers... and upon inquiry, no such boxes were to be found. Settling for her sweet potato fries, she dined hungrily on their starchy goodness, finishing them off quickly with about half of her coke. Standing, she went to the counter, slid a few bills as tip into the tip jar, and waved to the couple as she picked up the thick paper plate with the burger on it and carried it to her car. Setting it on the roof of the vehicle for a moment, she dug around the back seat until she had found a plastic bag, and slid the plate carefully within it and knotted the bag, taking the whole bundle and very carefully setting it on the front passenger seat. She'd just have to drive slow, and maybe eat it later or give it to someone who looked hungry... the thought of meat was starting to bug her, and the smell was getting to her. She'd have to think of something fast.
«AngelGrace» "I'm ending this conversation. Bring Verne, please." she picks up the box, carrying the pony out to the car.
«Verne» "Yeah, I mean -- I'm a little less, er, volatile now, but who's at the city hall that... oh."
«Synergy» In her car, she adjusts her rear view mirror. Safety first.
«Writefag4» "You seem dead set on going. Let Verne decide for himself."
«Verne» I shrug. Best that a pony can, anyway. "I don't really see any other way to deal with this, yanno, so..."
«Verne» Awkward smile? Please don't hate me.
«AngelGrace» "I want answers! If you're coming, come on!" Star calls over her shoulder, putting the box in the backseat and sliding into the driver seat, breathing heavily. Okay. Mirrors...mirror, mirror... adjust the seat...
«Writefag4» "If he's not giving them here what makes you think he'll ever tell you?"
«Synergy» *anything in the mirror, HT?*
«HTBK» *...*
«HTBK» *Syyyyyn?*
«HTBK» *Your hair is blue.*
«HTBK» *Bright, electric blue.*
«Verne» (These younguns and their hair dyes.)
«Verne» (I say, despite having had just that color up till a few days ago.)
«Synergy» She just stares, and her jaw drops.
«Synergy» "I.. wh.. WHAT?!"
«Globebutt» "Write, come see for your damn self!" I shout from my comfy backseat box. (Or, well. Comfy unless Star makes sudden stops.)
«Writefag4» "Right. I put Verne in the box and heft it into the car."
«Writefag4» "See for myself. I think not."
«HTBK» *This box is awesome.*
«Verne» This box is so awesome.
«Writefag4» "If you're not back in a few hours. I'm calling the police."
«SpitFire»  joined the chat.
«Globebutt» It is a nice box. I'm surprised it doesn't smell more like Quiet.
«AngelGrace» She starts the car, looking at him. "Can you do that?" she looks in the backseat "Can he do that?"
«Verne» "Wait, you're not--" I heft myself up so I can see out of said box. "You're not coming?"
«Synergy» She pulls at the hair to see if it's real. OW. FUCK... son of a DICK. She stares at the blue strands dislodged from her scalp in her fingers, and goes white.
«HTBK» *Hey, Syn.*
«SpitFire»  (game is still going?)
«Globebutt» "Get out of my house, then!"
«HTBK» *I found your phenomenon.*
«Globebutt» (Yup.)
«Synergy» *wat*
«SpitFire»  (puck you playing?\
«Writefag4» "I will. Eventually."
«Globebutt» Ungrateful bastard.
«Verne» "What the hell you piece of shit don't be such a pain at least come to city hall with us you can loiter out in the cold /there/ if you want." Dammit I'm a tiny pony and I'm tired.
«Globebutt» (IC or OOC tired?)
«Verne» (Yes.)
«Writefag4» "Just go ahead. I can always catch up."
«Globebutt» (We wanna stop after this scene, I'm okay with that.)
«AngelGrace» "Hey, pony guy, is your house key on this chain?"
«Globebutt» ...
«Verne» What ya gonna /jog/ there nerdlord fine whatevs. I don't actually say that though. I think I've used up my reserves of emotional strength for that bit.
«Globebutt» "...Yes."
«AngelGrace» "Okay. One moment." she turns off the car, gets out, locks the house, then gets back in the car. "Alright. We're leaving. Last chance to board the train to Answerstown"
«Globebutt» (Are you loading the Vernebox into the car?)
«Writefag4» I just give a cold look.
«Writefag4» (I already did I think.)
«Writefag4» "I hope you guys will be all right."
«Writefag4» "I really do."
«AngelGrace» "I'm turning into a pony. I'm already not alright. Speaking of which, don't be a pony when I get back." She smiles a bit nervously, backing the car up. "Thank you."
«Synergy» She just stares, until the scent of meat is too much and she rolls down the windows, turning on the AC full blast. It's okay, it's okay, you're just going crazy. Nothing the matter, get back to the.. oh shit you already checked out of the hotel. No matter. As she rounded the corner she headed towards the coffee shop in her blue sedan, her hair now the shade to match the vehicle, shaken, still obeying the traffic signs to a Tee... and when she spotted a trash can and a gas station, she pulled over, took the bag from the passenger seat, and sent it on its way into the garbage. One less thing to worry about, now just time for a complete and utter mental breakdown.
«Writefag4» I step back inside. Time to get to work.
«Globebutt» (Watch out for Quiet's chew toy. ;3)
«AngelGrace» Meanwhile, Star was driving, carefully, towards the town hall. "Just tell me if I'm going the wrong way, alright?'
«Globebutt» ...
«Writefag4» I step back in to Globe's room and start rummaging through his stuff. I pick up his cell phone. Seems unlocked.
«Globebutt» "I can't very well see from this box!"
«AngelGrace» "Good point. I'll follow the information signs. Oh...by the way, about what I said back there?"
«Writefag4» I flip through it. Any recent calls?
«Synergy» She pulls out her phone... thumbing through the contacts.. she finds it. *Temp Globe. She sends a text "What the shit is going on?!"
«HTBK» *Nnnnope. Most recent is--*
«HTBK» *Oh, hey. something from Veruca or whatever.*
«Verne» (Veruca oh my god.)
«Synergy» (just cause I'm turning blue oh goddammit)
«Writefag4» I hit the call button and continue snooping around the room.
«Synergy» She blinks.. is her phone ringing?
«Globebutt» Not even gonna read the text? Cray-cray.
«Writefag4» (I though thte text popped up.)
«Synergy» (you hit call to call the number back then yes?)
«AngelGrace» Star remains silent for several moments as she drives. "I'm not saying being a pony is...bad. Just the change is sudden, you know? I'm sure you like being a pony..."
«Writefag4» (Yes.)
«AngelGrace» "So I didn't mean to offend you. If I did. Maybe you don't like it, I don't know and I'm rambling again. Sorry."
«Globebutt» (Actually? My phone seems to make that a chore. But whatever.)
«Synergy» She scrambles to the green button and clicks it, bringing it to her ear. She sounded frantic, and lest she make a scene, she got back in her car and rolled up the windows. Still smelled a bit like flesh. Tough piss. "Hello? Hello? Globe?"
«Writefag4» "Uh. No this is Write from the other night. The guy who looked like the statue."
«Synergy» "Oh shit... Umm... this might sound weird... but.. I.. I think I might be hallucinating?"
«Writefag4» "No probably Not. Did you turn into a pony or have your hair change color?"
«Writefag4» (Globe leave anything Write might want to mess with in his room?)
«Globebutt» I shake my head (not that anyone can see it.) "I won't say I *like* it, but I don't *mind*, either. And it is sudden."
«Synergy» She gives that laugh of someone who wants to be crying but can't believe what is going on "A WHAT? Wait.. No.. What? My hair!"
«Synergy» a pony? turn into.. what?
«Verne» "I don't have /fingers/," I complain unprompted. "How the heck am I gonna type without any fingers."
«Writefag4» "Yeah. Like the one on the statue. Or at least Globe did and that Verne guy. Also turns out he was hiding one in his basement."
«Globebutt» Nothing too enticing, I suspect, Write. I may or may not keep a bag of coffee beans by my computer.
«Writefag4» (No camcorder lying around?)
«Verne» (Whoa, gross.)
«Synergy» "My fucking hair's blue! It was auburn this morning!" She stares at the mirror in her car, then looks at the strands between her fingers, holding it in front of her, "Wait.. what? I don't... what the hell is this about ponies? My hair is blue!"
«Globebutt» Nah; don't like videos.
«Synergy» Keepittogetherkeepittogether
«AngelGrace» "Big keys?" Star offered. "Well, I just wanted to say that felt like a scene out of a zombie movie, and that sat funny with me."
«Writefag4» "No my hair's all green. That other girl's head is blue."
«Writefag4» (Darn I was hoping I would find 'it'. That would certainly mess with me.)
«Globebutt» "I either have Jitters type for me, or simply don't bother."
«Synergy» She holds the phone in front of her a bit and takes a few deep breaths, then resumes, in a hushed voice, "Wait... everyone.. how is that possible? What did you say about ponies? I had these trippy-ass dreams with them but not.. okay okay I'm calm just explain it from the top, or better yet, maybe I should just get over there."
«AngelGrace» "Who is Jitters?" Star asked curiously, turning onto a main street.
«Writefag4» I mumble to myself. "Don't see a diary or anything around here. No notes or..."
«HTBK» "I am!"
«HTBK» *...Er...sorry.*
«Writefag4» "Huh. To be honest I'm a bit worried. Yeah ponies. Like the animal. He's been keeping one as a pet. I think you see where I'm going with this."
«Writefag4» I sit down at the computer. Password protected?
«Globebutt» No, no; that's fine. You want to finish explaining?
«HTBK» *Yeah. Sure.*
«HTBK» "...Yeah. I'm Jitters."
«Synergy» She stares at the phone, "Is he still there? Should I come over where you are?"
«AngelGrace» "What? But I thought you were Globe..."
«Writefag4» "No. They left for city hall. I'm still here looking for answers. I think he turned us into ponies and is going to sell us off or something."
«Globebutt» I don't bother logging out or any shit like that. I probably kept IRC up on one screen and... iunno, Wiki up on the other. Or a dumb picture of cute ponies.
«HTBK» "Um...kind of. We're sort of...each other."
«Synergy» "How the hell is that even possible?" Her voice was rising in panic again a bit, "Look, where's the address, or do you need me to get you out of there? I can't turn into a pony, if that's what you mean."
«Globebutt» Well said.
«Writefag4» I pop open the search bar. 'Hmmm'
«HTBK» "I'm who he is when we're...like this. And he's Globe when we're normal."
«Verne» ('xxx hot teen babes')
«Writefag4» "Uh. Lets see." (I try to give directions to here from what I remember.)
«Writefag4» "That girl's Moped is out front."
«Globebutt» "But Jitters is almost always the one working our coffee. She's just better at it."
«Writefag4» (Computer search.)
«Synergy» (HT, how good are the directions?)
«Writefag4» I type in Pony.
«HTBK» *Good enough, Syn. Surprisngly for someone who's never been here, Write knows the layout...really well.*
«AngelGrace» "Oh, okay, so you're a pony and you have some kind of Identity Disorder...." Star says, freaking out a little again. "Sorry about what I did to the coffee. Actually my third time drinking it. I've been trying to make it taste, not bitter."
«Writefag4» Maybe that was too broad. Theres a lot of results.
«Synergy» "I'll be right over as soon as I am able." She hangs up... again, close to hyperventilating. She can't turn into a pony. What the hell, she had to see her parents in like... a week! What about the road trip? What about her LIFE? She sucked in her breath, closing her eyes, rubbing her temples with both hands to try and calm herself down.
«HTBK» "Well, uh...no. Not an identity disorder."
«Writefag4» I try typing in 'Write'. He seemed to know me. Plus that other guy. Said I was dead. What is going on here?
«HTBK» *No record, Write. Hm.*
«Writefag4» (Huh?)
«Verne» (look for porn)
«HTBK» *No record of anyone matching your description. Plenty of writer's guides, though.*
«Verne» (get yr priorities straight)
«Synergy» (look for cheetos)
«Globebutt» (You find clop. Roll fort.)
«Writefag4» (I meant searching on Globe's computer.)
«AngelGrace» "So, a human and a pony. In a human body. But now a pony body?"
«Verne» "I think I watched a movie like that once. Or played a game or somethin. Corruption of Champions, maybe..."
«Synergy» She does her best to obey the traffic laws around here. She was upset, her mascara was running a bit from her crying, and she was evidently going to turn into a.. a pony? She cranks up the music, Black Mages, Battle on the Big bridge. Hectic, fast, calming... She was nearly there.
«Synergy» (oh god dammit Verne)
«Writefag4» (I'm not sure who should be responding. I'm guessing Globe might have a few files with my name on them or in them.)
«Synergy» (leave your Equinuum addiction at home)
«AngelGrace» "We do not speak of that game." Star said sharply, muttering something about misleading titles.
«Globebutt» "The first time I turned into a pony, w--" ...
«HTBK» "Yeah. Now we're in a pony body."
«Verne» Hehehehe.
«AngelGrace» "We should be there in a few minutes. I have no idea how I'm going to transport you."
«Globebutt» "I'll give you directions when we get there."
«AngelGrace» Star nods, and drives in silence for a couple minutes. "So am I parking at some secret enterence or something?"
«Synergy» As she arrives, the scent of the meat was leaving the car finally... so that's why she didn't want that meat? Why the coffee... why? She spots the scooter, parking a little bit down the street, and gets out of her car. She makes a run for the doorway, and rings the doorbell once she's there.
«Synergy» [ding dong]
«Verne» (Man... didn't one of you have work in like four hours...)
«AngelGrace» (Me~)
«Globebutt» (Let's tie this shit up.)
«Writefag4» (What am I finding on this computer?)
«HTBK» *I dunno, ask him.*
«Writefag4» (Globe?)
«Globebutt» "Nah. Just park wherever there's room by the front entrance. Take in my box first. Don't act like there's a talking animal in it. Act nonchalant."
«Verne» (Lots of cute pony pictures. probably a list of foreign instruments or something. At least one picture where applejack's legs are attached to her head)
«Globebutt» What are you searching for, again?
«Writefag4» (Write.)
«SpitFire»  (HT keep them out of trouble, or put them in trouble ^_^ )
«AngelGrace» Star nods, pulling into a space near the front and putting the brakes on before turning off the car. "Where to?" she asked quietly, opening the back door
«Globebutt» I have two applecrab pictures, Verne.
«Globebutt» I have no files that would show up in a search for "write". My photos aren't organized like that.
«Synergy» She rings the doorbell a second time.
«Writefag4» I go out to the living room and open the door.
«Globebutt» "In the front door, and down to the basement."
«Writefag4» "Come inside. Quiet."
«Synergy» She blinks at Write's hair... and steps inside
«Synergy» wha..what the fuck..
«AngelGrace» She nods, picking up the box and walking inside casually. Here's hoping no one thought her hair was weird...she headed down the steps to the basement, careful not to move the box too much.
«HTBK» *Gotta love Applecrab.*
«Writefag4» I close the door behind her.
«Writefag4» I keep my voice down due to the guy passed out on the couch. "Okay he showed up a while ago and passed out on the doorstep.
«Writefag4» "Theres a pony in the basement. Still asleep. I'm digging around the place to see if I can find out whats going on."
«Writefag4» I head back to Globes room and sit in front of the computer again.
«Globebutt» "Go ahead and set me down here, now, and bring in Verne the same way."
«HTBK» *The basement is just as dingy and dusty as it was all those days ago.*
«Synergy» She looks around, utterly bewildered "wait.. so.. pony? What do we mean by Pony, I'm still not quite sure.. I tried to eat meat and I just about lost it." She follows him to Globe's room.
«Writefag4» "You know. Like the cartoon."
«Synergy» "The.. the cartoon like the one that statue was from? My Little Pony, pony?"
«AngelGrace» "Alright. Don't run off or anything." she sets the box down, coughing a bit from the dust, and went to bring Verne inside. "Looks abandoned down there. Anything funny happens, I'll pick you up and run." she assures Verne, before coming inside and downstairs again
«Writefag4» "Yeah. Both Globe and that other guy looked like one."
«Synergy» She feels her heart sink. Fuck. Her housemates would kill to be in her shoes, probably.
«Synergy» "Wait... wait... Verne's a pony?"
«Writefag4» "Yeah. They thought it would be best to go with Globe. They went to city hall. He says people there can 'fix' them.
«Verne» "I dunno that much funnier than what's already happened will, but, thanks."
«Synergy» She shudders, "If he did that to us then why trust him? We were all at that shop, all at the statue... wait.. I'm so confused, why did this happen, where did this start happening to us?"
«Synergy» "I wanna know exactly when things got weird"
«Writefag4» "Probably at the coffee shop."
«Synergy» Coffee... she could smell coffee..
«Globebutt» I've got it all over the house.
«Writefag4» Lets look at recent documents. I see what Globe's been working on.
«Synergy» She starts looking around, too, unsure of what to look for. Rifling through the desk, perhaps.
«Globebutt» Looks like a lot of creative pursuits centered mostly around pony.
«AngelGrace» Star doesn't respond; she's too busy being casual. She arrives at the bottom of the stairs. "Alright Globe...Jitters, whoever....we're here..."
«Synergy» "Wait... there's one in the basement?"
«Writefag4» "Well. He seems to have some kind of obsession."
«Globebutt» "You can let Verne out of the box now."
«Writefag4» "Yeah. Thats what makes me think he doesn't plan to fix us."
«Synergy» She shudders
«AngelGrace» Star nods, helping Verne out of the box. "What about you?"
«Synergy» "I think we need to get out of here before he gets back then, either way"
«Writefag4» "Probably was some other person passing through here."
«Globebutt» I fly out of my box.
«Verne» I stretch out a little. Box was indeed comfy, but a mite cramped.
«Writefag4» "I figure I have some time. If I can find something that proves he did this or at least whats going on we can call the police."
«Globebutt» Now where was that special stretch of wall?
«Writefag4» "Its weird. He said he knew me. And that I died."
«AngelGrace» "I have to admit, must be nice to fly." Star said, looking at the wall with him.
«HTBK» *Second alcove in the wall, Globe.*
«Synergy» She looks over at Write, sternly
«Synergy» "couldn't he be messing with you?
«Globebutt» I walk over to it, and beckon for Angel and Verne.
«Synergy» Trying to throw you off the trail?"
«Writefag4» "Yeah but its wierd. Why say something like that."
«Verne» I trot over carefully, not sure what we're looking at.
«Synergy» "and why would you be a statue..."
«AngelGrace» Star stands behind the two ponies, waiting
«Globebutt» "It's quite nice to fly."
«Globebutt» "Centaur," I whisper at no one in particular.
«Writefag4» I check out any books Globe might have.
«AngelGrace» "This isn't some kind of secret "What kind of pony should I make Astarielle into" trap, is it?" she asks, growing more worried.
«Synergy» I go to the next bedroom see if anything stands out. Any pictures of Write on a desk, or anything familiar.
«Globebutt» Reference books (dictionaries in and between a couple languages, atlases, thesauri), drawing books, computer programming guides, novels...
«Globebutt» A couple of newer-looking books on coffee.
«Writefag4» (Somehow I'll find your stash.)
«HTBK» *You've kept the doors well-oiled, Globe. As their most frequent user, they know you by name, now. With a sound like many stones being smashed together, the wall rolls and peels away like paper, to reveal that oh-so-familiar street: a place where ponies and humans walk side-by-side many other things, far beneath the surface of the earth.*
«Globebutt» (You already found my coffee stash!)
«AngelGrace» Stars mouth drops open. "What. The. Hell."
«Verne» And the verne makes a sound like "Fkdght???" and says "oh my god this is some serious harry potter shit."
«Writefag4» (I meant Handling books. Don't have any of those?)
«Globebutt» I walk onto the street. "I told you you wouldn't believe me."
«Globebutt» Eh, maybe one or two.
«HTBK» *No books fo' dat, yo.*
«Globebutt» Or, I would if they existed.
«AngelGrace» "No, Harry Potter was tapping a wand on a brick." Star replied, following him inside. "And yes, I can see why you didn't tell us what this was..."
«Synergy» She leafs through anything and everything she can find in the other bedrooms.
«HTBK» *Globe's teacher is one of those who believes the entire thing is best learnt through experience.*
«Globebutt» If I had any notes, they'd be nigh useless, anyway.
«Verne» (I'm really gonna like... fall asleep right here though are we close to a spot we can leave off or)
«Globebutt» (It's 30. This is a good stopping point.)
«Writefag4» I'm getting frustrated. (Both in and out of character.)
«Synergy» She wanders back into the room with Write
«Synergy» "Anything?"
«HTBK» *A good stopping point indeed.*