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>>139000Silver looks expectantly at the Lieutenant.
>>138881 →Amber takes herself and her meal to a seat across from Mustard Trim, seeing that he's alone at the moment.
"Hello, I won't interrupt you if I eat here, will I?" >>139007Mustard Trim pulls his head up from off the table and looks towards Amber. He stops crouching over, and places his hooves on the table.
“Sure.” He answers plainly. The earth pony’s mane is a darker brown, and his coat is the color his name implies. He is young, older than the cook, but probably younger than even Amber. He’s fairly large in size.
>>139008If Amber is very hungry she's good at not showing it as she's not eating too hurriedly, though she does eye the soup quite often. She ventures to speak on occasion.
"You're the newest waiter here?" >>139011“Yes” he says, kind of sharply. “Just hired on”
>>139013“Heh” he smiles widely and pulls his head back a little as his ears pull down slightly. “Thank you.”
>>139014"I don't really know the ponies here, but they seem nice, if a bit odd…" She slurps down some soup.
"What're your impressions?" >>139015“It’s a big of a mixed group” he answers. “I think most of them are nice. But they are often concerned with their own thing. It’s not like the small town, where everypony knows each other, or at least knows they may see each other again.”
>>139017“That’s... well, that’s about how it goes. At least... yeah, it’s not been that much different for me. You have to learn whole new grocery stores and laundromats, and you have to make a whole new set of friends.”
>>139019He smiles at Amber
“It’s a place you take clothing to to have cleaned. I guess you just got into the city?”
>>139022Cue a scrunchy expression.
"The way you were talking, you must have come from out of town too." >>139023When his face comes back to meet Amber’s, his laughing stops abruptly, and his smile is swept away.
“It’s just nice to not be the newest anymore. I am from Donmouth. It’s not that far from here, but twenty miles makes a world of difference. I moved here with my mother.”
>>139025“Is it a hamlet? How big are we talking about?”
>>139028“Heh, yeah. That’s a hamlet. Donmouth had a church and a railway station. And a paper mill my dad and brother used to work at.” He pauses for a moment. “Uh... so what brings you here?”
>>139030“I can understand that”. He looks up to Amber. His eyes look as if they are two different shades of purple. Then he looks down. Then back up to Amber.
>>139031His coloration is so similar to mine, it's uncanny, she wonders to herself. Realizing that she was staring she goes back to eating her food.
>>139032Amber is allowed to get back to her food. Mustard Trim doesn’t start talking to her, at least yet. Over on the far side, de sew finds a lamp.
>>139033She looks at the other employees and patrons and wonders what aspirations they have, and what events must have coincided to bring them into the same room like this.
>>139034De Sew picks up the lamp and carries it around to the other side of the room. The zebra colt has disappeared from line of sight, presumably back into the kitchen. Melon Mangrove wipes a table while chatting (without eye contact) to the hat-wearing stallion, who sits a table with one of the giggling mares hanging on him. The other stallion sits across from him, and he nuzzled the second giggling mare. Salt Mixer leans over on conversation with the lone stallion remaining at the bar. It’s clearly around closing time.
>>139035One thing certainly is very surprising for Amber.
"Wow. They became good friends really fast." >>139036The Princesses may be gone, but friendship retains its magic
“Floozies and occupation soldiers” Mustard Trim remarks
>>139040Mustard Trim puts his head down
“Maybe. Who do you want to meet?”
>>139042“Like... a school? Or a bowling group? A political organization? Or are you looking for ‘fun’?”
"Well, I'd like to have some fun but maybe that's what bowling is for, I've never tried it but it sounds popular. If I had any 'castles in the air,' though, it would be to go to music school. I don't think that'll happen so it's best to be content."
>>139044He twists his lips a little, as if unsure what to think of her response.
“That’s the difference between the small town and the city, really. In the small town, and on the farm, what you have to do in life is more or less set for you. Everything you need to do, you are told to do, and you are told how to do. In the city, it’s not like that at all. There are so many opportunities, and so many things you can become. But it’s not set for you. You have to find it yourself. You have to be the one to make it happen because it will not come to you. That’s what I think, anyways.”
>>139045Amber frowns a bit, her ears drooping. She finished her meal while Mustard was talking and now pushes the bowl away from her, resting her cheek on a hoof.
"I don't think I can do that…. I rented the first apartment I could afford and took practically the first two jobs I could find. There's no way to know if I made the right choices or neglected to find something a lot better. It's another odd thing about the city, but…having so many possible choices makes me feel less in control than if I had just a few. Do you ever feel this way?" >>139046He is silent for a moment, and lowers his head slightly
“Yes...”
>>139001I was thinking Brisbuck had left the table by this point, but sure, we’ll go with this“Uh, sure. I can handle it.”
>>139050He lifts his head and smiles back.
“You think so?”
>>139051"Well, you let me talk about my problems and I feel a bit better now, so, um…thank you." As she says this her cheeks redden slightly.
>>139052“Heh, well... any time you want to talk, you can talk to me.” He answers, also seeming to redden.
>>139055“Both of them are a bit older and seem to do this as an... uh... well, you know, as an actual job. De Sew is a mother. She’s fairly professional. Melon Mangrove has been here for a while but she’s in some kind of schooling. Both of them are nice, but De Sew is a little more reserved. There are also two other waiters who do this part time, but they are not here today.”
>>139057“I mean, it’s like full time. I’m in school. I do this to help support myself and my mother.”
>>139058She leans forward curiously.
"You're in school? What's that like?" >>139059“Well... it can be... kind of boring, actually. There’s papers and math and writing exercises. And then you have to take work home to do.”
>>139061This gets laughter from him
“Something like that, yeah. Though I’ve never been a secretary... Are you not in school?” He asks
>>139062The auburn-haired mare shakes her head.
"No, everything I know came from my parents and the books they collected. As for here in the city, during the day I work at a clothing store." >>139063“Huh...” he looks at Amber with a blank expression.
“That’s a bit different. Must not have been a school house out where you’re from.”
>>139064"Not really, no." She shifts around uncomfortably.
>>139067“Bet you didn’t know restaurants like this were necessary. Or clothing stores... or any of the other stuff you find in the city.”
>>139069“You’re not a fan of Jambalry’s cooking?” He asks, feigning skepticism. More seriously, he asks:
“You don’t have any utensils?!”
>>139070"I don't have anything except for some clothes and my mandolin. I'm already a hundred and fifty bits in debt–" she makes a disgusted expression
"–but my landlord told me there's no place cheaper and that I really didn't want to sleep outside for some reason." >>139071“Oh... well that’s unfortunate.”
>>139072She smiles optimistically though tiredly.
"It shouldn't be like this for too long, though. With two jobs I should be getting better off quickly." >>139073“Hopefully...” he answers, kind of unsure.
“So uh... what’s the clothing business like?”
>>139075“That sounds about right for this city.” He answers
“Think you’ll have fun doing it?”
>>139076Amber yawns, her eyelids drooping.
"I don't know. Maybe?" >>139077“Getting pretty tired there?” He asks
>>139078Nodding, she answers,
"Normally I don't stay up this late." She shifts with a sudden panic.
"I–," another yawn,
"I need to be getting back. I have work tomorrow." >>139079“Do you...” his ears go down, he looks away, then looks back to Amber. “Do you want me to walk to you back?”
>>139081“I stay with my mother further south, in a row house by the river.”
"That is a lot further away! Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?"
>>139083“Heh”
But he doesn’t actually have a response to this one.
>>139085“Uh, sure” he says, awkwardly smiling. “You’re
sure you are comfortable walking back alone?” He adds
>>139086She looks puzzled by his insistence.
"I live a ways east of here. There's nothing I should worry about, is there?" >>139087“Well, I just... I guess if you feel safe... but if you don’t...”
>>139089“Thank you...” he says, falling back in his seat
>>139090"You're welcome. Anyway, goodnight and take care on your trot home." She gets up, pushes her chair back into place and starts to turn to the exit.
>>139091Mustard Trim makes no reply nor movement, and Amber walks unmolested to the front door.
>>139092Thankfully Mustard has no interest in molesting her at the time, so Amber leaves the restaurant and returns to her apartment.
>>139093[1d20 = 6]It’s much colder now, especially with a wind from the north blowing in, unimpeded on the north-south street
>>139094Amber shivers and pulls her cloak
I believe she brought it with her more tightly around herself.
>>139095She makes her way eastward. It’s done number of streets. There are ponies on the sidewalks, and non-pony creatures both hippoform and not, walking in groups, in pairs, alone, or even stumbling about aimlessly on street corners. The buildings become shorter, and the streets, dirtier the further east she moves. Most areas are lit by street lamp, some are not. On one corner, illuminated almost by floodlights, two pegasi in green uniforms stand carrying what look like carbine rifles.
[1d20 = 4] >>139097Most of the streets don’t have any particular problem with smell or garbage, but there are one or two brief segments where a pungent smell comes through. In some areas, restaurants and bars are open and still have life in them. In others, closed, unlit stores create a wall of darkness on the sides of streets. A similar pattern repeats when Amber enters the residential areas.
>>139098Amber wonders why there would be any eateries or other establishments open at this hour, and how unpleasant it must be for the staff if it's already so late for her.
>>139099All the same, Amber eventually arrives back at the tenement block containing her apartment
>>139100See, it was nothing. Mustard was just being a worrywort, she thinks to herself. She goes upstairs to her apartment.
>>139101Amber makes it back to her apartment at probably around 10:30 PM. She’s spent 10 or so hours working at minimum wage to serve ponies who are far higher class than her, only finally eating leftovers late at night, while being indirectly victimized by political terrorism, dealing with competing agency jurisdictions. and pushing away two colts. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful in her primary goal of not owing money to the mafia. Could be worse though. Could be a lot worse.
>>139102The broader context of her situation is lost on her, as she expected the first few days of city life to be somewhat rough. Being far too tired to closely think about her day, she's glad to be one day closer toward not owing any debt, having a warm meal in her belly and meeting some more-or-less friendly faces. She brushes her teeth and says her prayers before heading to sleep, though this time she foregoes thorough grooming and musical practice.
>>139103Also Amber was unable to use her instrument today. You’ll get ‘em next time, little filly
>>139104Should we go onto the next day?
>>139105Depends on the intent for the next day. What do?
>>139106If it's a weekday Amber would like to go to work.
>>139107Hmmm... what other ambitions does Amber have for the next day?
>>139108A chance to play the mandolin and/or better knowing her coworkers.
>>139109Hmmm...
Regardless, Amber wakes up in her bed, finding herself not stabbed, abducted, nor replaced by a Changeling.