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  1. So Dippy had gone and gotten herself lost in the Everfree. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, so the mare wasn't all too worried this time around. The forest was typically pretty dark, but like the last few times she'd ventured in, Serendipity's Compulsive Hoarding paid off yet again, and she procured a flashlight from her much-too-heavily-stuffed saddlebags. Like all earth ponies, the only thing she had to properly hold the tool was her teeth, unfortunately. As for finding the gem itself...well, Dippy didn't have a plan. Or more accurately, she did, but the 'plan' was to wander around until she stumbled across it, or some clue of where it might be. Eight years she'd been running a lost-and-found business with that plan, and her cutie mark hadn't let her down yet.
  2. "You got it, sir!" Dippy feigned a mock-salute to the stallion as he trotted away, only managing to hold her stature for a few seconds before devolving into what could only be described as a maniacal cross between an evil laugh and a giggle. Once the bit-coin symbols faded from her eyes, Serendipity carefully folded the contract(s) away before positively skipping down the street. Assuming she could actually find this thing (and she put some heavy confidence in her skills as a thing-finder), this sale alone might very well save the business! Or at the very least let her live comfortably for another few months. With no time like the present (and a tendency to leave the house with a saddlebag full of supplies anyway), Dippy took advantage of the good mood to start her search Everfree Forest-wards, taking a merry jaunt towards the woods with the promise of a heck-load of bits in the near future.
  3. "-fantastic!" Dippy interrupted the red stallion before he left, inexplicably conjuring a very wordy piece of paper from her bag and a quill as she skirted in front of his walking path once more. "I'll just need you to sign-...here! And here. And initial there," she goaded merrily, holding the contract inches from his face, "Oh, and if this is a group expedition you'll need to sign here too!" This was not actually the first time Serendipity had been to the Everfree to find something lost, though it was much better for business if the rest of the town didn't know that. The wordy contract held a couple clauses, mostly just potential extra fees for injury or damages, but the kicker was that it had a vaguely-defined 'emotional damages' fee, which mostly meant that Dippy could kick up the price depending on how much danger she or the rest of the group ended up in. And of course, the cost of finding the item herself. She pushed the paper and quill to the stallion with pleading eyes, knowing that this was one of her only big shots at saving the business.
  4. Cha-Ching. Serendipity tried to hide the small money signs in her eyes as she was suddenly approached with exactly what she had been hoping for, walking right out of Crystalwing's shop itself. The mare pretended her smile was one of empathy, but oh boy, this stallion done goofed big-time , and Dippy was already first in line to make a quick chunk of bits from it. She cleared her throat and feigned disinterest for a moment. "Well...I am an expert on finding lost items, but...unfortunately," she put on a disheartened face, pretending to look disappointed, "Sorry mister, but I only find stuff in Ponyville. I can't go out to a dangerous place like that!" She let the words hang in the air, and made the motion to sadly walk away for a moment before 'suddenly' coming up with an idea. "...unless..." she added in a faked hopeful tone, "...well, I could make an exception...if it's that important to you. Business hasn't been so good lately, and...well, I guess I could find one of grand-dad's old contracts for a commissioned treasure hunt." She bit her lip, pretending to be nervous and apologetic about the whole ordeal. "It's a little pricey, but if your gem is that important to you...I guarantee I'd be able to get it back to you. That's a company promise!"
  5. Dippy let out a hiss of disappointment as the crowd dispersed, a sudden glum mood overcoming the area as a cloud decided to rudely take up its position in the sky. With the crowd gone, it was easy to see that there wasn't a single other lost piece of 'treasure' in the area, and Serendipity was forced to move on to greener pastures. But where to go? Maybe a bar or two? Drunken ponies tended to drop stuff a whole lot in her experience, but it wasn't late enough for the usual clumsy crowd to start in those yet. The park might be a good place to check, but she'd already combed through that place yesterday, so there wasn't much of a chance she'd find something new this quickly. Business had been dry recently; not a whole lot of big finds, besides maybe the scroll she'd just procured. Ponies were getting smart about keeping their stuff under a close eye, and while that was good for the security of the townsponies' wealth, it wasn't so good for the business. Eventual bankruptcy loomed on the far horizon, but it wasn't close enough to spark a panic yet. It'd be nice for somepony to stupidly lose, like, a priceless artifact or something right now, though. Is one really stupid, really expensive mistake on somepony else's part really too much to ask for? Nah, that'd never happen. Dippy decided she would pay the local shops a visit; she hadn't talked with any of the girls recently anyway. Maybe Crystalwing lost something pricey recently; that pegasus would lose her head if it wasn't screwed onto her shoulders.
  6. (Hasbro owns the rights to Wizards of the Coast, so technically the bestiary is canon in MLP. Go for it.) Serendipity tromped along, not quite able to figure out where the crowd was going but certainly capable of her usual scavenging habits. She scanned the ground, looking for any signs of a glimmer of jewelry, when suddenly- "...oh?" the mare inquired, almost stepping on what she originally assumed was a rolled-up piece of newspaper. She lifted a hoof and the scroll with it, yawned as the surrounding crowd passed her by, and squinted inquisitively at the outsides. Looked like trash, old and slightly torn and yellowing with age, but something wasn't quite right here...she wasn't nearly awake enough to think straight to figure it out immediately, unfortunately. Dippy ran her best appraisal on the item post-haste, trying to shake off the afternoon tiredness. Old...maybe old enough to have value? Could be a magic scroll some unicorn lost; those are pricey. The ribbon sure is fancy, so it's gotta be worth something to somepony. The nagging curiosity to see what was inside bit at the back of the mare's mind, but she was more professional than that; Dowser's Dowsings had a very strict guarantee on not opening lost messages, and she wasn't about to compromise her own company's promises just to see what the inside of a dirty old scroll was. Shrugging away the last of the niggling curiosity, Dippy opened a flap and carefully placed the rolled-up parchment inside of her saddlebag. Somepony would probably be happy to find it at her shop, at the very least. She'd appraise a good fee later. For now, Dippy continued her search; the day was off to a good start, and she didn't want to lose her momentum yet. [inventory Added: 1x Unusual Scroll]
  7. (Leave it to me to forget that there was a link to the actual RP board, and sit around wondering when and where we were supposed to start. My bad entirely.) Serendipity yawned and pushed a mop of mane out of her face once the door was open; mornings were never her strong suit. Mind you, it was the middle of the afternoon, but Dippy referred to 'mornings' as any time she woke up. Rearranging paperclips kept her up longer than she intended. The crowd outside was certainly bustling, which was odd for taking place right outside of her house. Dippy didn't see ponies, however-- she saw potential customers. Cha-ching. She threw on her saddlebags and haphazardly flopped her hair into something semi-respectable before leaving the house, making sure to lock the door behind her and flip the sign hanging off the knob to 'The Manager Is Out'. Seeing that the crowd seemed to be following a stampeding route, the earth pony yawned heartily again and turned her attention to the direction they were heading. Maybe somepony would drop a wedding band or a nice earring in the commotion; it never hurt to dream. (Also, Equestria's fine, and Ponyville is something we're all familiar enough with so you don't have to describe every road in detail. It's not the most original setting, but it's certainly one we're all on the same page about.)
  8. In the small amount of time since Sagittarius had discovered the magic blank tome of un-knowledge, the stupid black pegasus 'leader' had decided to take a route that only a winged pony was able to take, effectively leaving the rest of the party alone, the new unicorn (was White Flower her name?) had wandered off to another room as well, and Pisces...was talking to a wall. What about Arannia? Was she still sane? Please let Arianna be sane. Arianna was sitting on a pile of books, it seemed. Sagittarius supposed that was sane enough. He at least had that anchor to the rational world, though that was like tying a rock to a string in the middle of an ocean and calling it a proper mooring. Sure, it fit the technical definition, but if you were planning on using it to actually dock yourself to anything safe, good luck hahaha! But seriously, this group was bucking crazy. Sagittarius decided to stick close to the most logical of the group, and shifted his location to Arianna and the pile of books underneath. Pisces was beyond help in his opinion; when ponies started talking to walls, the hope for recovery had already passed. Maybe Midnight would return with some semblance of hope. Or news about zomponies or something. With his luck, it was probably the latter.
  9. Fan...bucking...tastic. There was a new one. Just what they needed. Sagittarius was, of course, being sarcastic. Strength in numbers, and she seemed like another one of the scarce logical ones. It almost seemed fitting, as if their eleven ponies were simply supposed to be twelve, and her addition was the last piece of the puzzle. He would introduce himself as well, but she seemed too interested in the newest of Douchebag McFlipOut Schizoid the Third's ammunition to pay him any mind. No matter; Sagittarius had more important things to do as well. Like...read. They were in a library, after all. In his usual silent manner, the ex-student flipped the nearest floor-book open and scanned its immediate contents. '-three and a half cups of milk to-' It seemed like he had found the cookbook again. The very same one. Sagittarius was getting pretty tired of cookbooks by this point, but flipped a few pages ahead to humor himself. The page was blank. Huh. A misprint? What kind of idiot chef printed a cookbook half-way and left the other half blank? Sagittarius flipped back a couple pages, wondering at exactly what page number the book had decided that being blank was the newest fashion trend. Two pages back. Three. Four. The pages turned with their usual muted flicking sound. Still blank. Huh. The colt flipped a larger section backwards; twenty pages or so. Still blank. Sagittarius was sure he'd already passed the page he'd read the stupid cake recipe on, but the pages remained clean. This was the slightest bit worrying, if only for the lack of explanation. He flipped to the inside of the front cover, where he'd originally read the title 'Food for Thought'. It was blank. Okay. That wasn't creepy in the slightest. No sirree. Sagittarius cautiously flipped over the front cover itself, closing the book with a 'wumph'. The title was missing. Not even an author's name. Sagittarius shook his head, closed his eyes, and reopened them, putting his last hope on some newfound blindness. No such luck; still blank. Silently, the colt picked up the terrifying little book, and slid it into his previously empty saddlebag. He wasn't sure why.
  10. Eeyup. Even Arianna was joining in the synchronized crazy. That was a bit saddening, because Sagittarius was relying on her for being the last ounce of sense in the group, but that ounce was drained quite rapidly as she joined into the one-sided conversation. Everypony as obviously insane, so why not just don the sombreros and vuvuzelas and make it official? It wasn't like talking to imaginary ponies was weird or anything. Then again, nothing that had happened so far could be called 'normal' by any stretch of the imagination. Quite the opposite, really. Even then, Sagittarius was finding it hard to believe that there was somepony actually talking to these three, as he had yet to hear anything besides the unbelievable amount of stupid flowing from the two stallions' mouths, and now the last (he had hoped) sane mare had joined in as well. This stopped being a river of stupid; Neighgra Falls had nothing on the sheer amount of torrential absurdity these three were putting out now. Not that Sagittarius was any better; he'd followed them, after all. The colt bent down to one of the (increasing number of) books Pisces had haphazardly thrown to his hooves, and nudged the front cover open with a hoof. It was upside down. Sagittarius fixed that. 'Food for Thought'. Huh. He flipped the front page over, and seeing how the next page was blank (as most second pages tended to be, for some odd reason), he flopped half of the book over, perhaps hoping to find someth- Ow. Facebook was apparently Douchebag McFlipOut Schizoid the Third's new favorite game. Sagittarius was going to therapize the shit out of that pony as soon as he was done here. Until then, back to reading. '-add one cup of celery to the mix and-' Celestia bucking dammit this was a bucking cookbook. The blue colt immediately shoved the tome of 'knowledge' aside, and took a few steps back from the hail of education Pisces was conjuring from the shelves.
  11. Aaaaand everypony was officially crazy. The fact that they were crazy was an immutable fact Sagittarius was stating for the record; it did not mean ridicule was what was taking place there. Either this town was seriously beginning to rend at the minds of everypony within, or some invisible pony just walked in and started speaking and he was the only one out of the loop. Midnight was talking to the air, which was weird to say the least. Something about hurting somepony? He was flipping his head around like there was somepony hiding under the floorboards or something, so he must have heard something, even if it was just in his head. And Douchebag McFlipOut now had 'Schizoid the Third' added to his growing title. The pink pony was just talking to the air like psych wards weren't even a thing, and laughing to himself. It was odd, because he seemed to be responding to the same question as the pegasus was. Sagittarius was moderately sure a question was never posed by him nor the pony with the Aries symbol, so it was beginning to occur to him that he might simply have poorer hearing than he believed. The colt turned his own head towards the opening of the library, expecting to see a familiar face that had followed them inside. Instead there was an open door. Huh. Was the Aries mare (was Arianna her name?) hearing something too, or were these two just experiencing some new form of synchronized crazy? Sagittarius was hoping it was just synchronized crazy. Synchronized crazy could be cured by sending his hoof face-ward, but he wasn't about to start trusting random invisible ponies that everypony but him could hear. That was a less-than-opportune position to be in, in his opinion.
  12. Sagittarius walked in. Though 'walking in' wouldn't be a very accurate description for the action. More specifically, he dragged his hooves after the three, and held in an unhealthy amount of disbelief as two of the five in their group had already begun tearing apart the place. It wasn't like any of this stuff was old and valuable and potentially useful or anything crazy like that. Because what kind of pony genuinely believed books could have something useful inside? Not Pisces, obviously. He was too wrapped up in whatever hare-brained epiphany that had slapped him upside the head like Sagittarius was on the verge of doing again to care about stuff like surviving. With a practiced silent mantra of 'This Is Stupid', Sagittarius tried his best to observe the library in a means that didn't involve destroying it. You know, with his bucking eyes. If Sagittarius didn't know better, he'd take a guess that the library was actually completely composed of piles of dust, lovingly gathered and shaped into the form of shelves, books, and a globe or two by a filly that genuinely believed that she was at a lovely tropical beach instead of hell. What a silly pony that was. Speaking of silly (read: suicidal) ponies, the black pegasus leading their group apparently wanted to ignore all of these books (which Sagittarius was moderately sure was the entire reason they came here in the first place) in favor of going to the basement. The dark, foreboding, cliche murder-mystery-crime-scene basement. He wondered if Stabby was faring any better on the Intelligence Quotient Continuum. Nah.
  13. Oh my ever-loving goddess bucking pony jeegus this was not happening. No. Just, no. Sagittarius was putting his hoof down on this one: Nopony was allowed to be this stupid. Not only were both that black pegasus pansy and his caliginous hate-date trying to split up everypony else, but they were on the bucking verge of convincing Sagittarius that maybe, perhaps, the principle's newest goal was to raise the average IQ of Equestria by putting them here. He could see it play out now: Stabby walks off in a huff, and the other side of his stupid kismesissitude walks in the other direction, and the trailer for 'The Trotting Dead' ends with everypony soberly digging a grave for the holiday-colored bastard. He had no words for this. Words could not describe his distaste for the present moment, as one pegasus know-it-all trotted off in one direction while his secret hate-crush stomped off in the other. They were really doing this. They were seriously making this happen. Did anypony else notice how familiar this situation seemed? Was he really the only one genre-savvy enough to notice that they had been practically dumped onto the front cover of a horror novel? And then came the question of which holder of the Idiot Ball to follow. Staying here was obvious suicide, while going with one of the other two allowed for strength in numbers, which meant less of a chance of dying. He weighed his options. Suicide...or stupidity? The choice was obviously heavily skewed in one direction, but then again...he did happen to like living. In lack of logic, sense, and most of his better judgement, Sagittarius began his walk. It was a slow, trudging walk, like a cat that had tape on its paws and looked like it has had tape on its paws for a very, very long time. But it was progress. Progress towards the pegasus's group. At least he stood the least risk of getting stabbed in this one, he supposed. And hey, maybe the sensible ones in the party would gravitate towards the growing mass of common sense. He was hoping for Tlalli, at the very least. And Libra, but she had already taken her side with Stabby the red-coat maim-deer, so there was no hope there. ...that about summed up his list of sensible ponies in the group, actually. Douchebag McFlipOut had his sensibility license revoked the moment Sagittarius had to slap him, so he had yet to earn his place back.
  14. The prospect of splitting up was probably the most idiotic idea Sagittarius had ever heard. To put into perspective: Imagine a group of ponies in a B-rated horror flic. They all wake up in the middle of a mysterious town, which may or may not want to see them all dead. One pony, in a spark of genius, decides that the gang should split up to cover more ground. ...what do you think was going to happen to one of those groups? What pony honestly believes this story could end well? Because by the looks of it, that was exactly what Midnight was doing. If this was a written story, Sagittarius would be putting his bits on Midnight as being the first to 'disappear'. But of course, Sagittarius was not a pony particularly prone to pronouncing his position. Instead, the blue colt walked alongside the rest of the group, turning his head every so often to note where he was. The buildings all looked similar, which worried him. Everything looked crippled. Wounded, even, as if the town itself was a living creature on its last throes. He would have pitied it, save for the fact that the odds seemed to indicate this place being his grave as well. Don't you know? You never split the party Clerics in the back to keep those fighters hale and hearty The wizard in the middle, where he can shed some light And you never let that damn thief out of sight... It would have been more humorous if he wasn't going to die soon.
  15. Hm? Somepony was following him? Sagittarius turned his head to see Tlalli approaching him. Oh, she was just following the rest of the- WORDS OH CELESTIA WORDS AGAIN. She seemed to be just full of questions for the colt. Why was she so interested? Sagittarius was a particularly uninteresting pony, and anypony taking interest in such an uninteresting pony was either very easily amused or needed medical help. Sagittarius was half-sure everypony here fit the latter category, so maybe Snooty Mc... ...Prissy Mc... ...Fli...con... ...he couldn't really think of a derogatory nickname for Tlalli, actually. She was alright in Sagittarius's book. Apparently sensible enough to point out that he was willingly walking into scary-crazy-murder-town, where he would more than likely be murdered by Stabby or Douchebag or Donner or Blitzen or all nine magical maim-deer at the same time. A flat nod was his only response to that. And she wanted to follow him to scary-crazy-murder-town? That was fine with him. A nod to that as well. He seemed to be nodding a lot to her that day. Well, he was okay with that.
  16. Sagittarius wordlessly approached Pisces from his little corner of silence and slapped him across the face. He slapped him as hard as he bucking could. Then he walked back to his previous spot, apparently satisfied with the development. With that percussive therapy finished, the colt could focus more on the more important things at hoof, like the choice everypony was making. And seeing how the decision seemed to be unanimously 'scary crazy murder town', the colt was inclined to agree that, yes, everypony was crazy, and everypony could use a good slap just like Douchebag McFlipOut. But Sagittarius didn't have the patience to personally therapize every crazy pony in his vicinity, so he'd have to deal with more important problems first. Like scary-crazy-murder-town, for instance. That was quite the problem. ...yep. He was a little lost, actually. Not literally, but mentally. Perhaps it would be better to simply follow the rest of the ponies. No use splitting the party, after all. 'The more the merrier'? Maybe 'strength in numbers' was more appropriate. Either way, sticking with the majority seemed to be the best option if he wanted to keep being not-dead. Dying was not his favorite hobby. Scary-Crazy-Murder-Town it was. He began walking.
  17. The shit? Sagittarius was expecting snakes. He opened that pack, and was a little surprised to not be greeted by a face full of fangs. Instead, knives. And sticks. And something else he wasn't sure the name was. Were all of these things filled with weapons? Why in the ever-loving buck would anypony want to outfit a group of students with sharp, pointy objects? It was bad enough that Stabby was already so practically giddy that he decided to show his stabs to a tree, but now there was an entire bus-worth of colts and fillies with pointy objects he had to worry about! It wasn't as if Sagittarius knew how to use a weapon in the first place. Scorpio: Bane of Trees Everywhere had his magic to rely on, but the earth pony was offered no such luck. Well, at least the bag could be useful, he guessed... With one deft motion and a flat expression, Sagittarius grabbed at the bottom and flipped the saddlebag over, spilling its pointy contents to the ground with a ringing clatter. There: all fixed. If anypony wanted this unbelievably shitty pile of swords, that was their problem. The light-blue colt pushed himself back up from the mess of weapons at his hooves, and threw the pack over his back. It wasn't a perfect replacement for all of his other stuff he lost, but it was something. A bag was a bag was a bag.
  18. Hokay. Sagittarius was done laying down now. The ground was uncomfortable, the air was cold, and the surroundings weren't showing any signs of turning into rainbows and puppies anytime soon. Inaction wasn't going to accomplish anything except dwindling the time away, and though Sagittarius was normally a pony in favor of inaction, time seemed to be a restraint in this particular case. Time to get their bearings, time to prepare for the worst, time to make a plan of action. The blue colt stood up again, finally finished with his internal flip-out, and scanned the surroundings again. There was Libra, and Pisces, and Aquarius and Scorpio(k?). They were in a place called Delvia. There were a bunch of unconscious ponies lying around. When would they wake up? Would they wake up? Sagittarius mentally stepped away from that grim thought. No, they were alive. Still breathing, it looked like, so that was a good sign. This town was...creepy. And...it was the first to be 'shadowed'? The conversation happening in his vicinity didn't make too much sense, but from the lack of life around them, the state of the town they were in, and the fact that the universe didn't like giving Sagittarius a bucking break, he reasoned that they were south of the Everfree River. And that was a very, very bad thing. There were stories he'd heard about ponies going across the river, sure, but it never crossed his mind that he would be one of the unlucky few. It seemed that him and ten lucky others had recently won an all-expense-paid vacation to Tartarus. And this 'Delvia' was just the front gate. What a nice welcome committee, too. One thing that caught the colt's eye were the bags littering the ground among the unconscious jamboree. Travel bags. And...they were packed, apparently. Why pack travel bags for a group of students if you were sending them to their deaths? It was occurring to Sagittarius that he was thinking of death in quite an apathetic tone. Lost in an unknown location, sure, he'd flip his shiitake mushrooms, but apparently dying wasn't on his agenda of things to worry about that day. Either way, this bag next to him was beginning to look mighty tempting. What would a principle even pack for a group of ponies on death-row? A sleeping bag? Did ponies need this shit in the afterlife? Sagittarius was guessing 'no', but there were quite a few things he wasn't an expert on, so he left the thought up for debate. The colt slowly approached the packed saddlebag, fell to his haunches, and curiously unlatched the top flap to peer inside. On second thought, it might have been a bag of poisonous snakes or something. Too late to turn back now, he supposed.
  19. He wasn't going to open his eyes he wasn't going to open his eyes he wasn't going to open his eyes he wasn't going to open his eyes. Maybe if Sagittarius thought it enough, it would come true. Then again, if wishing for something really hard made it true, his toaster would be working and he wouldn't be on the ground surrounded by ten other pastel ponies. Or what he assumed to be ten, at least. One of the side effects of keeping your eyes stapled shut is the crippling inability to see, as surprising as that may sound, so he wasn't too sure who was actually near him. There were voices, though. Two voices; one male and the other female. The voices did nothing to assuage his fears of being dropped off in the middle of unknown, dangerous territory. In fact, the female one confirmed them. Now all he had to worry about was being stuck in the middle of murder-town with Stabby the unicorn. The only way to check, unfortunately, was to open his eyes, and Sagittarius still wasn't sure whether or not it would be worth it. On one hoof, if he didn't see what was around him, he could philosophically debate with himself whether or not any of this was actually happening, which was a welcome distraction from the gnawing fear in his gut. On the other hoof, Stabby was bona-fide crazy, and not opening his eyes was a welcome way to get stabbed by crazy unicorns. And on hoof number three, not opening his eyes meant he could pretend crazy unicorns like Stabby didn't exist. And, of course, the fourth hoof was the logical one, saying that if he opened his eyes he might get a better grasp on the situation, and maybe work out a solution for the mess he was in. Hooves one and three were very tempting, but unfortunately, logic tended to win out more times than not. Slowly but surely, Sagittarius took his hoof from his face, and his eyes followed the gravel road he laid on to the hooves of a pony. It was whatsherface, the light-blue one. Er, Libra. And she was talking to Pisces. And there was a smorgasbord fit for a family of buzzards laying around. There was the one with the Aquarius symbol too, but she looked more scared than talkative. And Stabby was there, of course, because Sagittarius wasn't allowed to have nice things. Still looking broody and mysterious as ever. And buildings. Oh, there were buildings. Small buildings, shacks, shops, structures, the works. Some were broken, some were half-collapsed, and some looked like somepony decided that piles of two-by-fours made for great modern art. And the eyes went closed again. Why couldn't he have just picked hooves one and three?
  20. Somepony, somewhere, somehow, pressed the wrong bucking button. That was the only logical explanation for this bullshit. To put it simply, Sagittarius awoke. He didn't want to wake up, but reality wasn't the nicest mare, so awake is what he was, and awake is what he stayed. However, this did not mean he was willing to open his eyes. Not for all of the bits in the world. He felt gravel, and he felt cold. He felt like he had been drugged and dragged and drudged and drained, and he was downright disturbed at the dire development. He was not a happy pony. He was not a content pony. He was not even the slightest bit humored. In fact, his apparent anabiosis only served to feed the growing agowilt in his gut. Gravel. Movement. Other ponies were around, judging by the sound. By his guess, it was the entire lot of them. No, he was not going to open his eyes. This was all going to go away like a bad dream. He was beginning to worry that it wasn't. The bluish colt put a hoof over his head, and rolled over. Today was a bad day.
  21. Aaaaaand Sagittarius sat at the front. Why the front? Because nopony sat at the front. That little nook behind the driver's seat was his only safe haven against the onslaught of distractions. 'Distractions' being a subjective term, of course. Also, sitting behind the driver meant he could see that little mirror they used to see everypony in the bus, which meant he could draw ponies in peace without looking like those creepy colts that stared at everypony else from across the room. Not that anypony would notice this particular colt, but the point still stood. The abnormous acrasia Sagittarius experienced with is 'work' was really only hidden by years of argute ascesis of arrant accismus. But enough abundant alliteration of abstract adages. Sagittarius opened his book-bag and -OH HEY THERE GOES THE MUSCLE CONTROL. Sonofabitch.
  22. Hey, it seemed the time to move was now. And their parents were 'notified'. Yup, nothing could possibly be wrong with this picture. Nothing wrong in the slightest. This establishment was simply the epitome of integrity. Not a single chance that they were being taken somewhere dangerous. Not a chance at all. But they weren't looking for chances, were they? No, Sagittarius supposed not. But he digressed; there was a bus they were supposed to be on. Sagittarius was ready to follow anypony about to leave, but he wasn't much of a pony to walk ahead. He was the type of pony to follow. Follow who? Buck if he knew. He just did what he knew best, and what he knew best was doing nothing. Or, at least, nothing of terrible importance. If one of the other weirdos wanted to go ahead, he was fine with that, though. What an odd group. It got him thinking, really. What was so significant of having thematic similarities between their cutie marks? And why did that constitute throwing the whole lot into a bus? Was it just a universal fact that ponies with similar cutie marks should be culled in the same fashion? Bluh. Sagittarius wasn't much one for philosophy. Or maybe he was, and he just liked to say to himself that he wasn't. Either way, he was feeling just off-the-wall ecstatic to be getting on that bus! ...why was he always so sarcastic in his thoughts?
  23. Fantastic! Sagittarius was already looking forward to this field trip. I mean, what wasn't to like? They had the whole shebang there: mandatory field-trips, threats of physical force, jumpy pegasi, teachers and principles that seemed to despise their very existence, and don't even get him started on the life insurance! Wait, they did have a life insurance policy here, right? That was really the only reason Sagittarius could find for sending a group of ponies on a mandatory 'field-trip' with permission to bring weapons. He could imagine the conversation a week later: 'Oops, looks like all of those ponies died completely by accident. Wow, it's a good thing they were all ensured, so now we can fix this school up!' To which the principle would reply 'Oops' and they would all have a tea-party with mandatory monocles and fancy accents. And funny mustaches; because if Sagittarius was going to think silly thoughts, he might as well take the 'silly' factor to a billion. The bluish colt wondered what the assistant meant when she said 'anything and everything'. Did that mean that if he asked, he would get a banana? Or a pencil? Or a cast-iron miniature of himself? Alright, time to stop being stupid, as funny as it was. 'Anything and everything' probably just referred to transportation, lodging, and food. Though she did say it quite ominously... Then again, everypony said everything ominously. Especially Stabby over there by the window, who seemed keen on playing the 'mysterious and pessimistic' gambit. It wasn't even much of an insult, really. Maybe 'idiotic' was a bit hurtful, but overall it sounded more like some amalgamation of whatever any stupidly-mysterious story-book antihero would say. Then again, that served as a pretty textbook definition for the red unicorn himself, really. Whatever. Sagittarius waited quietly for the principle's assistant to finish her spiel. The sooner she told them all where they were going, the sooner they could all be there. Oh joy!
  24. Sagittarius took a look around the little melting-pot of weirdos. Huh, maybe this group wasn't-AAAAAAAA WORDS. Words were now being directed at Sagittarius. That took him by surprise, to say the least. Since when were words said to him? And it was...uh, the one with the Taurus symbol. Right. The one that kicked the 'face' part of 'whatshisface'. Okay, he could do conversation. It was as easy as 1, 1, 2, 3. Fibonacci-level easiness. She asked about his name. Yes, his name was Sagittarius. And hey, she pronounced it right, too. A nod for that. Okay, and then she said her name, and said her greeting. All well and good. Par for the course. Another nod as a 'hello'. Still normal. Then she asked if he was as confused as everypony else. Another nod. And...weapons? What an odd thing to bring up. Or maybe she was just talking about Stabby the red-coat maim-deer over there. Yeah, that made more sense. The bluish colt rolled his eyes in the red unicorn's direction. Sagittarius never really found a point for weapons in his life. Weapons were for when things ever got to hot to handle, which was never. Even if he did have a thingy to hit stuff with, it wasn't like he knew how the buck to use it. Earth pony mouths weren't exactly fit for holding things that weren't food, and even less so for using it to swing stuff. Swinging something around with your mouth was just asking for lost teeth. Besides, why in the ever-loving buck would anypony here need a weapon for a fieldtrip? Alright, now he was just taunting the dice-gods. He might as well be saying 'nothing could possibly go wrong' or 'it'll all turn out fine'. Bad Sagittarius! No tempting fate! Bad!
  25. Welp. It seemed like Sagittarius was going on a roadtrip now with a bus-full of weirdos, psychos, and schizophrenics. And the principle didn't seem to want to budge on the subject, so Sagittarius was apparently going whether he wanted to or not. Seeing no other options in the conversation, the bluish colt raised a hoof, took a breath to respond, and then simply nodded. He would deal like this like he dealt with the rest of his problems. Which was to say, he would do nothing about them and wait for them to go away of their own accord. In this particular case, that meant leaving the office and waiting with the others. He did so with gusto. Following the green/red knife-wielding maniac unicorn, Sagittarius found himself in a mob of ponies. He did not like being in a mob of ponies, but at least he could think of things like 'at least' to make the situation seem better than it really was. That was a plus. So, a fieldtrip. A mandatory fieldtrip. A fieldtrip so mandatory that the principle even threatened to have the local law force Sagittarius to go if he didn't comply. Nope, nothing fishy going on here. Just another normal day at school.
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