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The unicorn decides that, whatever it is, the cure is more cuddle-hugs.
>>151592The Griffin is cuddle-hugged
She makes a groaning sound
"My poor dove...what can I do?"
“……… Maybe a little more alcohol.”
Just to be sure, Silver checks to see if there's anything else left for Jubee to drink.
There’s the whiskey Silver used for Paper Clipping. All wine has been consumed.
Silver checks to see how much of the whiskey is left.
Approximately 60% of the container.
"Clip? May Jubilosa have some of whiskey to cut her hangover?"
“Uh… sure? It’s your Whiskey.” He answers, looking up from the sofa.
"Thank you, if any is left I will give it right back to you."
Silver brings the whiskey bottle over to Jubilosa.
"Here, we have some whiskey left."
Jubilosa looks up expectantly at Silver
Silver as expected gives her the bottle.
Silver gives her a confused look.
“Fine, I’ll pour it.”
She looks through a cabinet, then another, then another, finding a glass. She pours an abnormally large amount, and then tries to sip it. She winces
"Oh! That is what look was for, I would have just drank it from bottle."
She winces, and pours a part of the glass into her coffee, which she sips.
Silver takes the bottle back, and has just a small drink for the taste.
Jubilosa fairly quickly drinks the remainder of the coffee-whiskey drink.
"Did coffee-whiskey help at all?"
He closes the whiskey bottle and places it on the nearby counter.
She places a claw on her head.
“I don’t know yet. A little.” She answers
He returns to hugging his griffon, and nuzzling into her feathery chest.
"Well, if you ever need fluffy pick-me-up, let me know."
The griffu is hugged, standing there mostly still, and looking rather grumpy.
"Is there anything else I can do?"
“I don’t know…” she says to Silver
Now it's his turn to look up at her.
"Do you know who loves you, Jubee?"
She places a leg over him, and presses her beak into his barrel.
Her beak is surrounded by soft, warm, fluffy fur. If she breathes in, she can smell the musky stallion scent of Silver.
She buries her head in him, and is silent, standing there for some time. She sniffles.
The big unicorn gently pets the back of the griffon's head. She feels like she's floating in a big, fluffy cloud, and if she wasn't hungover already she would be drunk off of his scent.
"I love you so much, Jubee."
She sniffles a little more, rocking back and forth in the large unicorn’s embrace, and continuing to press her head into his fur.
And thus the two remain entangled, for as long as the griffon chooses. Silver doesn't mind. He likes being able to be there for his beautiful dove, and share the warmth his soft fur provides.
She makes a sound, rocking back and forth, that sounds like the cooing of a dove. After perhaps as long as two minutes, she pulls away, and raises the cup
She smiles to him, though a bit weakly. She moves back over to the county to pour more coffee, and more whiskey
"I have some things I need to do today, but I will see you later, okay?"
"You're leaving already?" she says, tilting her head
He nuzzles into her fur.
"Unless you want me to stay...just little while longer."
"A little while longer" she says, pouring a bit of whiskey into the cup
"I would love that."
He nuzzles her some more.
She is nuzzled, closing her beak and eyes, and moving her head slightly away
Her head can't escape that easily. He turns and plants a kiss on her cheek.
She flinches, and forms a smile, as best as her beak will allow, opening her eyes, and looking back to Silver
"What would like you to do, Jubee?"
"I don't... I don't know" She says
"That is okay, we can just enjoy each other's company."
“I suppose… that will be fine.” She says
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Virgin Flame let's go off the mare and walks in fast pace away from the mare. Then she stops and lowers her head.
"I'm sorry I yelled eariler. I know Flutterhy wouldn't have approved of my wrath but I... I will return so if you would, save some of those waffles for me," Virgin Flame says as she starts to walk towards the exit of this place. I decided that Virgin Flame will go looking for that head and any lost artpiece of this church.
There is a pause
"Oh. Yes. That's, that's alright. Yes, we will save waffles for you."
The exit is two large wooden doors.
The bank is opposite the cathedral on the other side of the avenue. The river is to the right, across a road
Virgin Flame nods and then leaves but now in a trot. She pushes the doors aside and exit the church.
She decides to seek out that colt first before searching the river since entering a bank soaked doesn't sound like a great idea. She heads towards the bank.
>>151661Back from work
In front of Virgin flame, there is a roundabout traffic circle with the statue of a pony in the center. Fortunately the traffic is not especially heavy at this time of day.
The Bank is on the opposite side of the circle. Its Neo-classical architectural style gives its appearance a strange kinship to the cathedral opposite, with stone façade, a rectangular shape, a high triangular roof of green tile, and Doric columns outside a front entrance of brass-lined revolving doors, raised above street level and accessible by stone steps.
I'll be jumping back in! Probably not today but I'll play tomorrow or whenever it's convenient for the DM.
Makade remains still, looking over to Spark. Waabishki is confused, looking around
"What's going on?"
Wellspring is frightened, quietly swiveling her ears around.
The doctor is frightened in his own detached sort of way, attempting to talk with the other passenger in the seat about it.
Spark whispers "Improvising."
Makade places a paw on Waabishki
Wellspring, however, continues looking around
"Are soldiers going to come?"
And the doctor
"Is the train being attacked?"
"We are going to have to play along."
"Oh..." She turns her head side to side, and presses herself back into the seat, both ears down
Waabishki has calmed at least somewhat, with Makade whispering into her ear.
The doctor, meanwhile, is still in a rather emotionally excited state, trying to talk to others.
Is the ticket pony coming back?
It isn't the ticket pony to come back, but rather something else. Something entirely different.
Two changeling drones - and indeed, that is what they are, not merely making no attempt to hide themselves, but wearing distinct beige uniforms - move down the train car, looking down, and around. They must have been on the train, as the train has not stopped nor slowed down.
Are they looking like they are detaining me?
If they are, they haven’t done it yet.
The drones, slowly, deliberately look around, looking under seats and at windows. They come to Spark, as well as Waabishki, Makade and Wellspring. The two females, both sitting in aisle seats closer to the drones, are unsettled, and try to lean further away, especially Wellspring, who leans into Spark
Spark watches to see where they go.
Right. To. Spark
. (And friends)
"Your papers were stolen?" One of them asks, in a voice that is not merely accented, but two toned
Took me a while but I've caught up with just about everything. I shouldn't have any more long hiatuses. Sad to hear your Discord is gone. I've been watching a bunch of Mr. Ballen videos and I'm hoping there are more spooky adventures ahead.
Not sure where Amber was left off exactly. I know she was still in the police station and was trying to exfiltrate.
>>151684Oh, we can make it spooky
Part of the question is for you. Do you want to pick up directly
where we left off, with Amber running into an officer as she's trying to leave the detectives, shortly after, with Amber leaving the police station, or well on her way back?
I've thought of a couple of ways for her to evade getting searched, though there would be risk of failure, and under no circumstances would she start a fight with the police. Still, I think it's better to start shortly after with her leaving. The police station scene stretched on for a long time, it's hard to resume it getting all the details right, and it was almost over anyway.
The silver-coated unicorn looks up at her.
Her beak slowly curls back
"What is it?"
Amber makes her way down the stairs, through the marble hallway, into the lobby, past the brass-lined doors, and onto the road. Sometimes ponies lope past in twos and threes. Sometimes wearing blue, sometimes green, sometimes black, and sometimes grey. And sometimes, she is all alone, trotting through a hallway with half of the lights on, and half off. Outside, the moon and stars are gone, and large raindrops fall sporadically. The wind blows much colder than before. The same armored car, and the same few soldiers are there as before, with a flood light on. One soldier wraps a blanket around himself. None pay any attention to the small, well-wrapped mustard-filly.
“Yes. Somepony just swooped by and took everything.”
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Her heart races as she makes it outside without further incident. She briefly looks back at those soldiers, once protective, now persecutory if they knew what she hid under her dress. She keeps walking steadily onwards, shuddering as the car's light pans over her briefly.
Once she is well out of the scene and the adrenaline fades from her body, a wave of exhaustion overtakes her. It could be closer to dawn than it is to midnight, and part of her yearns to go straight home and get some well-deserved rest. However, holding onto those papers for any longer than necessary makes her uneasy, so she blearily trots in the direction of the nightclub, not really looking where she's headed.
It's a straight walk up Traveller Street, and then a few blocks westward to the nightclub. Let us only hope Amber recalls the exact number of blocks.
There are fewer lights on in the buildings, and fewer ponies to be seen. The rain and the absence of the moonlight makes the walk a bit different than before. Amber is up perhaps a block and a half when a police automobile pulls over near her. It's driver leans over to roll the window down. He seems to be a darker grey earth pony stallion of slightly above middle age, and he says to Amber
"Where are you headed, little pony?"
As she's approached, Amber thinks to herself, I'm not a bad pony, I have nothing to fear, and it's probably for the better they're here in a neighborhood like this.
She comes up with an explanation somewhat close to the truth, that she agreed to meet her "coltfriend" at the nightclub, giving its name. Although she got caught up in something and had to set out very late, she hopes she can still find him there. The number of blocks is a bit foggy so she asks for directions.
"Oh, that place? Well that's a night club. It's about a mile away. Would you like a ride? I can't imagine you'd want to walk all that distance by yourself in the rain."
Amber is tired, still a little jittery, getting a bit damp, and she doesn't like being in this strange neighborhood at night, so she accepts and thanks the officer.
Just open the passenger side door, enter, and probably roll the window up. The officer takes the car out of park and puts it in gear, driving straight down Traveller street. He's definitely just a little on the older side. He turns occasionally to make small talk to Amber:
"You're going to meet your coltfriend? Well that's sweet. I remember having to stay over night in a cold train station with my special somepony way back in the day. So what's his name?"
"How long have you been together?'
"Where did you meet?"
And those sorts of little questions as he pries curiously..
>>151716Wasn't it customary in the 40's for patrol cars to have two policemen? Think "Car 54, Where Are You?""His name is Mustard Trim, and we met just a couple of days ago because we work in the same restaurant, a purty fine establishment. He looks a bit like me, as you might guess. I work as a hostess and he's a waiter and we got off work late today, but we decided we might meet there to enjoy a dance."
Her answers are short but friendly, and she fondly recalls to herself the dance they enjoyed before that stressful assignment.
>>151717I don't think it's a 40's thing, but it's definitely a common thing to have two officers rather than one. As BPD probably had half of their officers volunteer or get drafted into the war, and then many quit once the police became part of what was effectively a collaborationist government, it isn't entirely unlikely they'd send some vehicles out with one officer.
"Oh, that's really sweet! Reminds me of when I met my Sunday . I was late coming home from school that day, haha. And I invited her to the dance-"
He goes on like this.
The ride is short, maybe four minutes if even that. The officer tells Amber
"Now be careful around here. There are a lot of bad folk around these kind of establishments at night. And the ponies who run them ain't always the best folk either. Enjoy your dance, but I wouldn't stay too long and too late if I were you."
>>151718I can see that. Not specifically 40's but generally up to recent times. Nowadays cop cars have one officer with a computer setup in the right seat. Woah, technology!"I understand, mister. I'll be headed off in not too long."
She thanks him sincerely and waves him off.
"Be careful now." He raises a hoof in a wave, and drives off.
Amber does not have to look far for Dark Denizen - not at all.
To the right of the revolving door front entrance are Dark Denizen, and to her left, the diamond dog, with the latter holding a sledge hammer. The wall is significantly damaged, with bricks lying on the ground, and wood and bricks dislodged in a rectangular section next to the door.
"A few more hits" Dark Denizen says, staring at the wall. A light outside the door provides some illumination.
"Make sure it's up to regulation
She is standing just outside of an awning, and is exposed to the rain. Her back is fairly wet, and water drips off of the thumb of her left wing. The diamond dog, who is just barely within the awning, is mostly dry.
The diamond dog pulls the sledge hammer back, and makes a swing, knocking two bricks loose. A pair of stallions leaving the night club turn around, look back at the scene, and then walk away in the opposite direction.
Neither seems to have noticed Amber or the car.
Amber grimaces at the scene, bemused as to why anyone would be doing renovation like this at night. She walks up slowly. "Um, Ms. Denizen?"
she asks, her voice practically squeaking.
Her head swiftly turns, and she glares at Amber.
"Oh. You. Do you have it?"
She turns her whole body more fully towards Amber, and the Diamond Dog places the hammer in a resting position.
Amber nods feverishly. "Yes, I do."
She repositions herself under the awning to not get the papers wet, then with her mouth undoes a couple of front buttons and fishes out the document.
Her entire expression changes as her cat-like eyes become wide, and she looks down, focusing on the papers. Her mouth hangs slightly open, exposing her fangs.
"I see. Let's go back to my office." She turns to the Diamond Dog, and points a hoof
"Keep it up. If that cocksucker comes by in the morning thinking he can write us a citation, show him a 'regulation' door. Someone's got to tell me what his face looks like"
She starts moving towards the revolving door, and she motions with her wing for Amber to follow
"I might even stay up late enough to see it myself."
She tucks the papers away safely and follows the owner, feeling awfully conspicuous behind the no-nonsense mare. Once she enters the building she looks back and wonders, Are they really breaking a hole through the wall?
This thought is a nice break away from the apprehension of entering her office again.
Perhaps Amber enters with a delay behind her to make the association less obvious. Dance music plays, evidently from a phonograph. If she looks to her left, Amber can see the griffin viol player packing up on stage. Looking to her right at the wall next to the revolving door, Amber can see that yes, they are indeed breaking a hole into the wall at 2 AM on a Saturday morning when it is raining, and during business hours. There are flecks of paint and wood on the ground, and the wall on the inside is pretty badly damaged. A waiter speaks and nods to a male not far away from the hole, and it seems he is a concerned customer.
Dark Denizen continues forward, back to the hallway, and back to her office.
Amber notices that although the gramophone is playing pleasant music, a mere recording lacks the charm and energy of the viol player's playing. He spent the last couple of hours doing what he loved,
she thinks to herself. She looks back at Denizen and then back to the viol player. I'd hate to keep her waiting, but it's not like I'm leaving the building, and this is the last chance I'll get tonight to talk to him.
She trots up to the musician and greets him politely, smiling broadly.