Up in the North, the ponies have successfully found who, or rather, what was damaging the mine. But their quest is not over, as they go to look for the source of the trouble. In Baltimare, Iron, Silver, and Dark Star enjoy the fruits of defeating the cultists, while Midnight herds the remaining rescues.
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>>127409He nods, and waits for one.
>>127410Khoi tries to look for paper, finds a book page and a pen, and then looks confused
"I am not sure I am best to write one..."
>>127411"Oh, right, allow me."
He trots over, and takes the paper and pen.
"Tell me what we need, and I will write it down."
>>127412"2 kilo wheat, one kilo oats, two kilo rice, one container curry, chilli pepper, lemongrass, two limes, mint, ginger, basil.... scratch ginger, we have that... bean sprouts, onions. Do they have rice noodles? Buy rice noodles. If not, I must make them..."
She names a number of things
>>127413Silver writes it all down as she lists it off. He wonders what kind of dish she's going to cook up with all of this.
>>127414And it is so. She adds
"I am not sure if Jubilosa would want....
something else in her dish..." She looks over to the freezer overtop the refrigerator. "Though we may have it"
>>127416"Hmm...I do not know what griffon diet is, exactly. I will keep that in mind, though. Thank you, Khoi."
He takes the list and goes to leave out the front door.
"We will be back!"
Pardon my asking, but how close is the party to leveling up to level 6? I'm pretty sure there was a lot of exp earned from Hoebuck.
And no, I don't mind starting a level behind. It actually fits with my character idea.
>>127418Out does Silver go, making his way to the Redheart neighborhood with Keskoo.
>>127420Silver goes along his way. The beach house, though nice, is located somewhat outside of the city, requiring some time to walk through Cherry Hill and Cowtown. But he goes into Redheart. The garbage bags, the partly collapsed shelled buildings, and the leafless appearance of the winter trees, do not make the neighborhood look much better in daylight. Silver goes down, until presumably he reaches the edge of little Skynavia. The shops are actually open in daylight, offering all sorts of wares, and there are no guards.
>>127422Alright >>127425Silver decides to pass the time while they trot by asking her a question or two.
"If you do not mind my asking, I have heard horror stories about Communist factories before. Is it as bad as they say?"
>>127363Iron hums softly, surprised she hasn't talked about her cutie mark yet. Deciding to be a bit mischievious, he plants hoof right on it, trailing circles around it. "Seems you have something hiding back there," he answers sllyly.
>>127430His hoof presses into her flank, finding some give
“I told you, Iron, I worked in service. Elderly care was the last thing I did.”
>>127431Despite being informed that, Iron proceeds to circle her flanks some more. "Oh come on," he replies "Your cutiemark implies something more than simple elderly care."
>>127432She smiles at him in a somewhat mischievous kind of way
“Of course. Stitching ponies together. Making connections. Placing them in a web of sorts. It also helps that old ponies like to knit a lot too”
>>127433Iron smiles gleefully. "Ah, so you say you are a spokespony?" he asks tentatively as he plants both hooves on her flanks.
>>127434She scrunches as Iron presses her hooves on her
"Not a spokespony... Not like that, no. More of.... like a sales agent. Or a procurer. A spokespony is good with groups and masses. My specialty is more like individuals." she places her hoof up to add some flair to her words
>>127435Iron nods, accomplished enough to have gotten this much out of her. "Ooh, that is good to know," he answers, trailing his hooves back up again and giving her a quick peck on the lips, before hopping off the bed, still sagging slightly from a sense of tiredness. "Is there any food around?"
>>127436She volunteers
"But if.... well, if you need somepony to hide in plain sight..."
She is looking down
"I wouldn't say I am a spy. But I would say I am... unexpected"
She looks back up, directly at Iron
"No, I don't believe there is"
>>127437Iron hums softly, somewhat intrigued by her second offer, but simply nods, slightly more focused on ridding himself of his tired status.
"I suppose some water on our bodies should be good," he offers, considering the whole debacle last night.
>>127438"Like out of the bathroom sink?" She asks
"We can contact room service"
>>127439Iron cocks his head at the mention. "Wait, does room service wash bodies?" he asks, somewhat incredulously.
>>127440"Hehehe," She places a hoof on Iron
"No. Room service. They brought us the champagne last night. They can bring us other things as well"
>>127441"Oh," he mutters before shaking his head. "I would rather rid ourselves of fluids first, but feel free to ask them for some food for both of you."
>>127444Iron looks at Sands curiously. "You know," he continues "getting some water on the body and rub the coat a bit? The act of bathing oneself?"
>>127443Hue >>127447Iron proceeds to enter the bathroom, before sticking his head out the door. "Order anything you would like to eat or join me if you desire," he promptly responds before shutting the door, making sure his belt was still in here before getting in the bathtub, trying to figure out what metal piece he had to move.
>>127449Iron hums softly before pulling the lever.
(I wonder if Sands will order food for me while I am bathing,) he wonders to himself.
>>127450The water
is cold. At least it's better than the seawater last night
>>127451Shivering slightly in surprise, Iron shakes it off before sinking his coat under the water dispenser, rolling around and rubbing himself all over, making sure he pays special attention to his log.
>>127452Flaccid, unless he wants to change that. He's able to wash himself, though he's still mostly clean from last night. He's damned tired, though the water helps.
>>127453Feeling a bit refreshed and ensuring his body is mostly washed, Iron pushes the lever instead to shut the water off and starts to shake wildly inside the tub to rid himself of the droplets.
>>127454Partly effective, though he is still wet. Droplets fly everywhere, onto the floor and on the mirror
>>127455Iron blinks before doing some more pointed shaking before picking up one of the towels to properly rub himself off of water, then attach his belt into his body, checking the insides of his pouches just in case.
>>127456Iron thinks there might be a little less money than he remembers, but otherwise it's there. Iron is still.... moist, but probably good enough for the bed
>>127457Iron hums softly, wondering what sort of expenses he has paid yesterday before making sure to count what he does have right now just in case it warrants some actual panic.
>>127458A discrepancy that thus far does not exceed 100 bits
>>127459Nodding, Iron reattaches his pouch and opens the bathroom door, having cleansed himself somewhat of his tiredness, wondering what Sands could be doing.
>>127460She is carefully wrapping a bandage, with her muzzle turned around to her body
>>127461Sensing it's best to let her be for now, Iron proceeds to look for the magic 'call service' button, getting somewhat excited over trying new foods once again.
He sees the bronze device Sands used last night over on a dresser