Normally when I sit down to do one of these posts, I have a pretty clear idea in my head what I’m going to write about: the last days’ worth of activities, interesting things that happened to me at work on online with my friends; a tidbit of knowledge every so often: something substantive, right?…
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Dealing with Nervicitement
I’m remembering having a similar countdown about six months ago, before the “lessons Note Worthy learned while travelling alone to a convention” experience that was BABSCon. Don’t get me wrong: I had a mostly wonderful time there, save for the down hours where there wasn’t anybody to talk to or…
Start Of A New Season (AKA Update Relaunch)
Well… let’s clear up some of the dust here before I start up again.
Hey, everyone, I’m Nolan. I go by many names on some IRC channels: Sunfire, Note Worthy, Splotch, and Starseeker. I’ve been a semi-active RPer there for about a year now
Wait… no, you might want to tell them that, but is that…
Short, Sweet, And Pressed for Time
Gaah, I hate doing mini-blog updates. It’s frustrating! I like having more than a few minutes to put my thoughts down here, so they get out of my head and into the interwebs so I can free it up for other more important things.
Caught up with an old friend for a little bit today; was nice to hear…
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?”
Pegasi Of a Feather Help Each Other (Open RP)
The walk to the Everfree shouldn’t take too long. The old medicine zebra, Zecora, had a hut out here that we cleaned up. There were some who thought it was desecration—we dismissed that concept, given how it looked as if others had been here before us. Now it’s our communal lodge and clinic while…
Oh, well, hmm. Well, first off what seems to be giving you the most trouble? Who are we defending against?
Right now, just the local denizens: hellhounds, the occasional parasprite that flutters by. Mostly it’s just day-to-day survival needs now. None of us have any sort of security training. Seems that the Enclave cowards that did this don’t want to tangle with anything down here in the Everfree—either that or they think we’re all dead.
*while the two were talking, Hazy Days lands behind them. She listens in intently. Fluttershy had sent her as a Followers of the Apocalypse envoy to assess the situation for the former Stable residents, being too frightened of her own experiences with the Everfree to be ready to return just yet.*
“First of all, what’s the situation with weapons?”
Octave turns around, caught off guard by the new arrival. She brought her PipBuck up quickly, using her EFS to see the intent of the newly landed pegasus.
The indicator shows up a static green, and the Overmare exhales in relief. It is then replaced by new inquisitional nature she’d developed since the Enclave’s attack on Stable 7.
“W-who are you, and where did you come from? Are you Enclave?” She looks to Proverb, hoping that the Dashite is armed.
Proverb whirls around at the new voice, her hoof flying to her pistol, only to slowly relax as Octave addresses the new arrival. At the mention of Enclave however, and taking a look over the mare’s uniform, she tenses up again.
Octave would note that she is in fact rather well armed, carrying a Dragunov SVD across her back, and having a Colt M1911 holstered to her leg.
She looks over at Octave briefly, the one-eyed mare remaining on her guard.
Hazy flitters up, only to raise her hooves to indicate she means no harm. At this point, her cutie mark (or rather burned out lack of one) would be pretty clear.
“Woah now. Miss Fluttershy sent me. She’s sorry she can’t be here herself, but she’s had bad experiences with this place, and the idea of ever coming back here still almost makes her wet herself.”
The name crosses Sunlight’s ears, and her face pauses in a skeptical pose. This may have been a friendly contact, but the story seemed downright unbelievable. ”You mean to tell me, that… Fluttershy, the Fluttershy, mare of the Ministry of Peace that by even my simple math should be long dead, sent you to see if we needed any help.” Pausing for a second, she doesn’t notice a brand on Hazy’s flanks, nor does the uniform she’s wearing resemble anything that any of the Enclave personnel that stormed Stable 7 wore.
“I’m going to take a leap of faith here and say that I believe you.” She exhales softly. "All of the Stable’s security ponies were killed in the attack, and the armory was one of many places near the primary entrance that we couldn’t reach once the Enclave began their bombardment. We’ve fashioned sticks, clubs—very rudimentary items, as well as a few unique surprises to anypony who enters that means us harm. The closest I’ve seen to a firearm here is what Miss Proverb has on her.“
"You said your name was Hazy Days, yes? I am Sunlight Octave, Overmare of… well, what remains of Stable 7.”.
Hazy can still recognize the reluctance in Octave’s voice, and sets down, trying not to look hurt by it. She figured that there would be reluctance to trust her.
“That’s….not that good. I’m pretty sure my former employers wouldn’t be too interested in tracking you down anymore, but the Killing Joke….that’s nother issue entirely.”
Octy’s eyebrows both rose slowly. “Killing Joke? I’m aware of the existence of Poison Joke, but… I’m sorry, Miss Days—this has been a lot for us since we tried to set up a permanent encampment. This is the seventh site we found, and so far seems to be the one that has caused us the least amount of trouble.”
She looks at her PipBuck for another moment, then has a thought. “Is it possible to speak with her? Fluttershy, I mean.”
Proverb blinks a few times, and then shakes her head. “Wait, hang on a second. What’s Killing Joke? And how is Miss Fluttershy still alive!?”
She tilts her head at Hazy. “And I can assume that your ‘former employers’ were the Enclave correct?” She asks.
“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.
Pegasi Of a Feather Help Each Other (Open RP)
The walk to the Everfree shouldn’t take too long. The old medicine zebra, Zecora, had a hut out here that we cleaned up. There were some who thought it was desecration—we dismissed that concept, given how it looked as if others had been here before us. Now it’s our communal lodge and clinic while…
Oh, well, hmm. Well, first off what seems to be giving you the most trouble? Who are we defending against?
Right now, just the local denizens: hellhounds, the occasional parasprite that flutters by. Mostly it’s just day-to-day survival needs now. None of us have any sort of security training. Seems that the Enclave cowards that did this don’t want to tangle with anything down here in the Everfree—either that or they think we’re all dead.
*while the two were talking, Hazy Days lands behind them. She listens in intently. Fluttershy had sent her as a Followers of the Apocalypse envoy to assess the situation for the former Stable residents, being too frightened of her own experiences with the Everfree to be ready to return just yet.*
“First of all, what’s the situation with weapons?”
Octave turns around, caught off guard by the new arrival. She brought her PipBuck up quickly, using her EFS to see the intent of the newly landed pegasus.
The indicator shows up a static green, and the Overmare exhales in relief. It is then replaced by new inquisitional nature she’d developed since the Enclave’s attack on Stable 7.
“W-who are you, and where did you come from? Are you Enclave?” She looks to Proverb, hoping that the Dashite is armed.
Proverb whirls around at the new voice, her hoof flying to her pistol, only to slowly relax as Octave addresses the new arrival. At the mention of Enclave however, and taking a look over the mare’s uniform, she tenses up again.
Octave would note that she is in fact rather well armed, carrying a Dragunov SVD across her back, and having a Colt M1911 holstered to her leg.
She looks over at Octave briefly, the one-eyed mare remaining on her guard.
Hazy flitters up, only to raise her hooves to indicate she means no harm. At this point, her cutie mark (or rather burned out lack of one) would be pretty clear.
“Woah now. Miss Fluttershy sent me. She’s sorry she can’t be here herself, but she’s had bad experiences with this place, and the idea of ever coming back here still almost makes her wet herself.”
The name crosses Sunlight’s ears, and her face pauses in a skeptical pose. This may have been a friendly contact, but the story seemed downright unbelievable. ”You mean to tell me, that… Fluttershy, the Fluttershy, mare of the Ministry of Peace that by even my simple math should be long dead, sent you to see if we needed any help.” Pausing for a second, she doesn’t notice a brand on Hazy’s flanks, nor does the uniform she’s wearing resemble anything that any of the Enclave personnel that stormed Stable 7 wore.
“I’m going to take a leap of faith here and say that I believe you.” She exhales softly. "All of the Stable’s security ponies were killed in the attack, and the armory was one of many places near the primary entrance that we couldn’t reach once the Enclave began their bombardment. We’ve fashioned sticks, clubs—very rudimentary items, as well as a few unique surprises to anypony who enters that means us harm. The closest I’ve seen to a firearm here is what Miss Proverb has on her.“
"You said your name was Hazy Days, yes? I am Sunlight Octave, Overmare of… well, what remains of Stable 7.”.
Hazy can still recognize the reluctance in Octave’s voice, and sets down, trying not to look hurt by it. She figured that there would be reluctance to trust her.
“That’s….not that good. I’m pretty sure my former employers wouldn’t be too interested in tracking you down anymore, but the Killing Joke….that’s nother issue entirely.”
Octy’s eyebrows both rose slowly. “Killing Joke? I’m aware of the existence of Poison Joke, but… I’m sorry, Miss Days—this has been a lot for us since we tried to set up a permanent encampment. This is the seventh site we found, and so far seems to be the one that has caused us the least amount of trouble.”
She looks at her PipBuck for another moment, then has a thought. “Is it possible to speak with her? Fluttershy, I mean.”
Proverb blinks a few times, and then shakes her head. “Wait, hang on a second. What’s Killing Joke? And how is Miss Fluttershy still alive!?”
She tilts her head at Hazy. “And I can assume that your ‘former employers’ were the Enclave correct?” She asks.
“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.”
Pegasi Of a Feather Help Each Other (Open RP)
The walk to the Everfree shouldn’t take too long. The old medicine zebra, Zecora, had a hut out here that we cleaned up. There were some who thought it was desecration—we dismissed that concept, given how it looked as if others had been here before us. Now it’s our communal lodge and clinic while…
Oh, well, hmm. Well, first off what seems to be giving you the most trouble? Who are we defending against?
Right now, just the local denizens: hellhounds, the occasional parasprite that flutters by. Mostly it’s just day-to-day survival needs now. None of us have any sort of security training. Seems that the Enclave cowards that did this don’t want to tangle with anything down here in the Everfree—either that or they think we’re all dead.
*while the two were talking, Hazy Days lands behind them. She listens in intently. Fluttershy had sent her as a Followers of the Apocalypse envoy to assess the situation for the former Stable residents, being too frightened of her own experiences with the Everfree to be ready to return just yet.*
“First of all, what’s the situation with weapons?”
Octave turns around, caught off guard by the new arrival. She brought her PipBuck up quickly, using her EFS to see the intent of the newly landed pegasus.
The indicator shows up a static green, and the Overmare exhales in relief. It is then replaced by new inquisitional nature she’d developed since the Enclave’s attack on Stable 7.
“W-who are you, and where did you come from? Are you Enclave?” She looks to Proverb, hoping that the Dashite is armed.
Proverb whirls around at the new voice, her hoof flying to her pistol, only to slowly relax as Octave addresses the new arrival. At the mention of Enclave however, and taking a look over the mare’s uniform, she tenses up again.
Octave would note that she is in fact rather well armed, carrying a Dragunov SVD across her back, and having a Colt M1911 holstered to her leg.
She looks over at Octave briefly, the one-eyed mare remaining on her guard.
Hazy flitters up, only to raise her hooves to indicate she means no harm. At this point, her cutie mark (or rather burned out lack of one) would be pretty clear.
“Woah now. Miss Fluttershy sent me. She’s sorry she can’t be here herself, but she’s had bad experiences with this place, and the idea of ever coming back here still almost makes her wet herself.”
The name crosses Sunlight’s ears, and her face pauses in a skeptical pose. This may have been a friendly contact, but the story seemed downright unbelievable. ”You mean to tell me, that… Fluttershy, the Fluttershy, mare of the Ministry of Peace that by even my simple math should be long dead, sent you to see if we needed any help.” Pausing for a second, she doesn’t notice a brand on Hazy’s flanks, nor does the uniform she’s wearing resemble anything that any of the Enclave personnel that stormed Stable 7 wore.
“I’m going to take a leap of faith here and say that I believe you.” She exhales softly. "All of the Stable’s security ponies were killed in the attack, and the armory was one of many places near the primary entrance that we couldn’t reach once the Enclave began their bombardment. We’ve fashioned sticks, clubs—very rudimentary items, as well as a few unique surprises to anypony who enters that means us harm. The closest I’ve seen to a firearm here is what Miss Proverb has on her.“
"You said your name was Hazy Days, yes? I am Sunlight Octave, Overmare of… well, what remains of Stable 7.”.
Hazy can still recognize the reluctance in Octave’s voice, and sets down, trying not to look hurt by it. She figured that there would be reluctance to trust her.
“That’s….not that good. I’m pretty sure my former employers wouldn’t be too interested in tracking you down anymore, but the Killing Joke….that’s nother issue entirely.”
Octy’s eyebrows both rose slowly. “Killing Joke? I’m aware of the existence of Poison Joke, but… I’m sorry, Miss Days–this has been a lot for us since we tried to set up a permanent encampment. This is the seventh site we found, and so far seems to be the one that has caused us the least amount of trouble.”
She looks at her PipBuck for another moment, then has a thought. “Is it possible to speak with her? Fluttershy, I mean.”
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