Well… she’s trying to sing.
Month: September 2014
Reblog if your muse can sing.
Pegasi Of a Feather Help Each Other (Open RP)
Hazy wasn’t even going to try to hide it. She nodded her head, her eyes cast down slightly.
“You would be correct. And I won’t let any other pegasi be hurt by our sorry excuses for so-called leaders. Those cowards deserve the wrath of the goddesses brought down upon them for what they’ve done.”
She turned her attention to Octy, looking at her Pipbuck in consideration. “Does that thing have the ability to send and receive messages from any terminal? Because if so, Fluttershy might be able to talk to you from her terminal at Tenpony Tower.”
Octy smiles, raising her PipBuck again. “Class 3005-E. Higher capacities, internal communicator and three-dimensional EFS. Only 50 of them were made, and only given to Overmares. I don’t quite understand what Stable-Tec was thinking, but apparently Apple Bloom wanted to keep in touch with her family remotely. We’ve tried to retrofit the technology to the Class 3000, but haven’t had any major success. Let’s go to the Lodge to talk more. I trust my ponies but the Everfree still gives me pause every so often.”
The trot through the Everfree is a simple one: paths have been cleared, some by Red Eye’s torching squad that felled some of the more interesting specimens in the forest, but left the field verdant and ready to be planted in. Reaching the Lodge takes no time at all, and as the three enter, it is found to be empty.
Traces of Zecora’s influence in decoration have been carefully and tastefully kempt—from simple things as medicine and herb jars filled with exotic plants and spices. Pieces of Zebrican art are hung from hooks on the walls in various states of repair.
“All right. Miss Days, is there a specific frequency by which to reach Fluttershy at Tenpony Tower?” Octave takes a seat behind the desk where a terminal that had been repaired by the science teams of Stable 7 sat, glowing softly.
Hazy looked around, impressed with how well they kept the decor in here. She was half-expecting a zebra to walk out and start speaking in rhyme to her any second.
“Oh, um, yeah.”
((I honestly don’t know what the frequency would be, so let’s just assume she said it.))
After telling Octy the frequency, she wanders around a bit, looking at the Zebrican art a little more carefully. It all looked so primal and tribal to her. It wasn’t like the the clean, militaristic, and very mechanical art she used to with the Enclave. Nor was it the pornographic and visceral abominations that raiders passed off as art. It was wild, but also very elegant and noble.
(MOD: Trimmed some of the previous posts because was getting a little long in the tooth.)
“All right.” Syncing her PipBuck with the terminal, she inputted the frequency—193.77 MhZ. Pre-war, Stable protocol would have dictated a dedicated secure transmission source and reception location, as well as two more layers of security verification. Now, those weren’t necessary.
“This is Sunlight Octave, Overmare of Stable 7, transmitting from the Everfree Forest to Tenpony Tower, attempting to reach Ministry Mare Fluttershy.”
Two nearby ponies—Argent Wave and Starlight Twirl, paused as they heard Octave’s request. The purple unicorn—Argent—turned to the cyan pegasus, and both of them mouthed to the other “Fluttershy?”
As everyone was listening in, they could hear what sounded like fumbling around, and what sounded like a copying machine in the background, followed by a little kick and a tiny, feminine, whispery/breathy, but very annoyed huff.
“200+ years. I know we’ve gone backwards in our technical knowledge since…well, I guess since I messed everything up. And I know Manehattan is mostly ruins. But darn it, they’re ruins that in some spots are still surprisingly well stocked. And this place is not only intact, but has great repair ponies and is well stocked itself. And in that time, nopony has figured out how to make a copy machine that doesn’t jam? Or fix it so that they can’t jam. Shoot!”
That’s when the voice suddenly realizes she was on call…and that everypony just heard all of that. She lets out a little meep, before she could clearly be heard rushing to the terminal.
“He…hello…this is Fluttershy. If you are calling for Followers of the Apocalypse business, thank you for calling. We will be glad to help. If you can give me your coordinates and the exact nature of the situation, it would be most helpful for coordinating whatever relief we can provide you. Um, if that’s okay with you.”
Octave goes to speak. All she is able to muster is half-hearted squeak sound before she begins to stutter. ”Fl-Fl-Flu…”
She’s ACTUALLY alive. Stutter later! Talk now.
The Overmare whispers out the next few things. “Miss Fluttershy… I am beyond humbled to, to speak with you. I am just a… simple Overmare, an-and…uh, yes, co-ordinates.” She clears her throat, making another squeaky sound.
With more power in her voice that now has a definite tremble to it, she continues. ”We are at Coordinates X 183.22 by Y 83.17… I am broadcasting from Zecora’s Hut in… in the Everfree Forest, ma’am.”
She looks to Proverb. She can hardly believe it, and chastises herself for not believing Hazy Days to begin with.
After the hellish year we’ve had, needing to move base camp six times, each time ending up in a place that has less and less in the way of survival needs… I shouldn’t have, but at the same time, can anypony blame me?
“Please, Miss Fluttershy, we-we need help. Most of the survivors are in poor health, and this is the seventh time we’ve needed to try and find purchase in the Everfree. It… won’t be long until the Forest starts to claim some of my ponies for itself, and I won’t allow that.”
Fluttershy can clearly be heard letting out a long, long sigh.
“I…I understand. I believe I…already….s..sent an envoy to your location, did I not?”
Hazy spoke up, clearing her throat.
“Yes, Fluttershy. I’m here. But these ponies are without weapons, and their Stable was destroyed by my old…friends.”
If anyone turned to Hazy, they would notice that she looked like she wanted to vomit the last part out.
“They also need medical care.”
The line was silent for a second, before Fluttershy said, “Velvet Remedy sent a contingent of Followers to Ponyville to speak with the hellhounds. We’re trying to set up Ponyville with them to be their sanctuary, but there’s a bit of resistance in both the Applejack’s Rangers and the NCR about the idea of the hellhounds having an independent territory. I’ll see if they’re done with the meeting and I’ll call you back if they can be rerouted to you.” With that, the line went dead as Fluttershy cut off to immediately see what she could do.
When the line went dead, Hazy took a seat, looking at the ponies around her. The tension in the air was stiflingly thick. She couldn’t take that, so decided to try making conversation.
“So, do you want me to tell you my story, or should I ask you all what happened? Because I thought by now all the stables would be open, and that even if hey weren’t, that the Enclave would be too busy fighting it’s little civil war to be concerned about unopened stables.
Also, you guys haven’t been paying much attention to DJ Pon3’s broadcasts, have you? You all seem to be horribly out of the loop.”
Octave snaps out of the mental stop state she was in after hearing Fluttershy’s voice. She shakes her head once, before realizing that Hazy Days had asked her a question. "I can’t speak for Miss Proverb here, ma’am, but we only arrived here in this spot less than three weeks ago. Keeping a radio on all the time for DJ-PON3’s broadcasts fell off of the priority list a while back.”
She settles back into a chair, and exhales slowly. "Miss Days, I think… this is still a bit of an experience. I never had considered it to be possible and yet I just… anyway, you said that you had a story you wanted to share?“
Pegasi Of a Feather Help Each Other (Open RP)
“You would be correct. And I won’t let any other pegasi be hurt by our sorry excuses for so-called leaders. Those cowards deserve the wrath of the goddesses brought down upon them for what they’ve done.”
She turned her attention to Octy, looking at her Pipbuck in consideration. “Does that thing have the ability to send and receive messages from any terminal? Because if so, Fluttershy might be able to talk to you from her terminal at Tenpony Tower.”
Octy smiles, raising her PipBuck again. “Class 3005-E. Higher capacities, internal communicator and three-dimensional EFS. Only 50 of them were made, and only given to Overmares. I don’t quite understand what Stable-Tec was thinking, but apparently Apple Bloom wanted to keep in touch with her family remotely. We’ve tried to retrofit the technology to the Class 3000, but haven’t had any major success. Let’s go to the Lodge to talk more. I trust my ponies but the Everfree still gives me pause every so often.”
The trot through the Everfree is a simple one: paths have been cleared, some by Red Eye’s torching squad that felled some of the more interesting specimens in the forest, but left the field verdant and ready to be planted in. Reaching the Lodge takes no time at all, and as the three enter, it is found to be empty.
Traces of Zecora’s influence in decoration have been carefully and tastefully kempt—from simple things as medicine and herb jars filled with exotic plants and spices. Pieces of Zebrican art are hung from hooks on the walls in various states of repair.
“All right. Miss Days, is there a specific frequency by which to reach Fluttershy at Tenpony Tower?” Octave takes a seat behind the desk where a terminal that had been repaired by the science teams of Stable 7 sat, glowing softly.
Hazy looked around, impressed with how well they kept the decor in here. She was half-expecting a zebra to walk out and start speaking in rhyme to her any second.
“Oh, um, yeah.”
((I honestly don’t know what the frequency would be, so let’s just assume she said it.))
After telling Octy the frequency, she wanders around a bit, looking at the Zebrican art a little more carefully. It all looked so primal and tribal to her. It wasn’t like the the clean, militaristic, and very mechanical art she used to with the Enclave. Nor was it the pornographic and visceral abominations that raiders passed off as art. It was wild, but also very elegant and noble.
(MOD: Trimmed some of the previous posts because was getting a little long in the tooth.)
“All right.” Syncing her PipBuck with the terminal, she inputted the frequency—193.77 MhZ. Pre-war, Stable protocol would have dictated a dedicated secure transmission source and reception location, as well as two more layers of security verification. Now, those weren’t necessary.
“This is Sunlight Octave, Overmare of Stable 7, transmitting from the Everfree Forest to Tenpony Tower, attempting to reach Ministry Mare Fluttershy.”
Two nearby ponies—Argent Wave and Starlight Twirl, paused as they heard Octave’s request. The purple unicorn—Argent—turned to the cyan pegasus, and both of them mouthed to the other “Fluttershy?”
As everyone was listening in, they could hear what sounded like fumbling around, and what sounded like a copying machine in the background, followed by a little kick and a tiny, feminine, whispery/breathy, but very annoyed huff.
“200+ years. I know we’ve gone backwards in our technical knowledge since…well, I guess since I messed everything up. And I know Manehattan is mostly ruins. But darn it, they’re ruins that in some spots are still surprisingly well stocked. And this place is not only intact, but has great repair ponies and is well stocked itself. And in that time, nopony has figured out how to make a copy machine that doesn’t jam? Or fix it so that they can’t jam. Shoot!”
That’s when the voice suddenly realizes she was on call…and that everypony just heard all of that. She lets out a little meep, before she could clearly be heard rushing to the terminal.
“He…hello…this is Fluttershy. If you are calling for Followers of the Apocalypse business, thank you for calling. We will be glad to help. If you can give me your coordinates and the exact nature of the situation, it would be most helpful for coordinating whatever relief we can provide you. Um, if that’s okay with you.”
Octave goes to speak. All she is able to muster is half-hearted squeak sound before she begins to stutter. "Fl-Fl-Flu…“
She’s ACTUALLY alive. Stutter later! Talk now.
The Overmare whispers out the next few things. "Miss Fluttershy… I am beyond humbled to, to speak with you. I am just a… simple Overmare, an-and…uh, yes, co-ordinates.” She clears her throat, making another squeaky sound.
With more power in her voice that now has a definite tremble to it, she continues. "We are at Coordinates X 183.22 by Y 83.17… I am broadcasting from Zecora’s Hut in… in the Everfree Forest, ma’am.“
She looks to Proverb. She can hardly believe it, and chastises herself for not believing Hazy Days to begin with.
After the hellish year we’ve had, needing to move base camp six times, each time ending up in a place that has less and less in the way of survival needs… I shouldn’t have, but at the same time, can anypony blame me?
"Please, Miss Fluttershy, we-we need help. Most of the survivors are in poor health, and this is the seventh time we’ve needed to try and find purchase in the Everfree. It… won’t be long until the Forest starts to claim some of my ponies for itself, and I won’t allow that.”
Pegasi Of a Feather Help Each Other (Open RP)
“You would be correct. And I won’t let any other pegasi be hurt by our sorry excuses for so-called leaders. Those cowards deserve the wrath of the goddesses brought down upon them for what they’ve done.”
She turned her attention to Octy, looking at her Pipbuck in consideration. “Does that thing have the ability to send and receive messages from any terminal? Because if so, Fluttershy might be able to talk to you from her terminal at Tenpony Tower.”
Octy smiles, raising her PipBuck again. “Class 3005-E. Higher capacities, internal communicator and three-dimensional EFS. Only 50 of them were made, and only given to Overmares. I don’t quite understand what Stable-Tec was thinking, but apparently Apple Bloom wanted to keep in touch with her family remotely. We’ve tried to retrofit the technology to the Class 3000, but haven’t had any major success. Let’s go to the Lodge to talk more. I trust my ponies but the Everfree still gives me pause every so often.”
The trot through the Everfree is a simple one: paths have been cleared, some by Red Eye’s torching squad that felled some of the more interesting specimens in the forest, but left the field verdant and ready to be planted in. Reaching the Lodge takes no time at all, and as the three enter, it is found to be empty.
Traces of Zecora’s influence in decoration have been carefully and tastefully kempt—from simple things as medicine and herb jars filled with exotic plants and spices. Pieces of Zebrican art are hung from hooks on the walls in various states of repair.
“All right. Miss Days, is there a specific frequency by which to reach Fluttershy at Tenpony Tower?” Octave takes a seat behind the desk where a terminal that had been repaired by the science teams of Stable 7 sat, glowing softly.
Hazy looked around, impressed with how well they kept the decor in here. She was half-expecting a zebra to walk out and start speaking in rhyme to her any second.
“Oh, um, yeah.”
((I honestly don’t know what the frequency would be, so let’s just assume she said it.))
After telling Octy the frequency, she wanders around a bit, looking at the Zebrican art a little more carefully. It all looked so primal and tribal to her. It wasn’t like the the clean, militaristic, and very mechanical art she used to with the Enclave. Nor was it the pornographic and visceral abominations that raiders passed off as art. It was wild, but also very elegant and noble.
(MOD: Trimmed some of the previous posts because was getting a little long in the tooth.)
“All right.” Syncing her PipBuck with the terminal, she inputted the frequency–193.77 MhZ. Pre-war, Stable protocol would have dictated a dedicated secure transmission source and reception location, as well as two more layers of security verification. Now, those weren’t necessary.
“This is Sunlight Octave, Overmare of Stable 7, transmitting from the Everfree Forest to Tenpony Tower, attempting to reach Ministry Mare Fluttershy.”
Two nearby ponies–Argent Wave and Starlight Twirl, paused as they heard Octave’s request. The purple unicorn–Argent–turned to the cyan pegasus, and both of them mouthed to the other “Fluttershy?”
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