Ano170

So university as it turns out can take up quite a bit of your time - who knew? I'm really sorry but I think I'm going to have to drop out. We're barely in and already things like work and time zones mean I can't keep up. Again, truly sorry about this.

Yeah, sorry I haven't posted in a while - yesterday was pretty hectic, it's starting to look like today might be the same (welcome to uni!). If I can I'll post tonight, otherwise it'll have to be tomorrow morning. Sorry about this!

(OOC: one of these days I'll get a chance to reply on my laptop, I swear. ) "What is wrong with that colt?" Feather muttered, glaring at him. He was clearly much younger than her - therefore he also clearly had no right to be calling her "toots". This petty annoyance was soon forgotten however at the sight of the stallion sinking into the ground. There was no other way to describe it. Alarmed, she looked down at her own hooves,but to her relief she seemed to be standing on a solid patch of ground. Was the stallion standing on quicksand? Whatever the case, she certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell him about his neck. His neck did look terrible though, didn't it? Feather frowned at the colt again, thoughtfully this time. Then, feeling a strange, tiny ball of sick fear knotting in her stomach, she too began to hold her breath. And hold it. And hold it...

@@Firehearted, @@HunterTSN, @@Miss Reaper, Feather smiled, helping Zephyr up and then tipping her beret to the other pony. "Nice to meet you. I'm Feather Quill - I'm ah, gonna be a writer." She flushed slightly, hoping that hadn't sounded cocky. Looking away from Zephyr, Feather saw that both the injured stallion and the earthpony mare had started speaking - or rather arguing - with a strange colt. Yeah, actually. Where are his parents? Feather frowned. She'd been trying hard to focus on just making it to a hospital, but there was too much going on to ignore. "None of this makes any sense," Feather muttered, as much to herself as to Zephyr or anypony else. "We wake up in a field with no memory of anything after the train, we can barely move, at least two of us are injured and now a strange colt shows up speaking nonsense?" She raised her voice, calling out to the colt. "Is this some sort of prank? Because if it is it isn't funny." She hoped it was just a prank and nothing more sinister - what if they'd all been foalnapped? Or maybe they'd been drugged - that could explain almost everything.

(OOC: Unfortunately I can't mention people on my phone). Feather rose shakily back to her hooves. She still had no idea where she was or why, but at least the fog seemed to be clearing from her head. Of course, she should still probably try and get to a hospital - focusing on that goal helped her shut out all the wrongness she wasn't able to sort through yet. Besides, looking at the stallion again Feather realised that "a really bad one" was something of an understatement. Much as she wanted to investigate what had happened to them all, it was clear he needed attention. In the meantime, it probably wouldn't hurt to try and get to know these ponies. Or at least, it wouldn't hurt any more than trying to talk to new ponies ever did. "Um, need a hoof? " Feather gave the pegasus mare who had fallen over a slightly awkward smile. "Your wings are probably just all stiff - I ah, I think we've been here a while..." Feather glanced around, frowning slightly. "And don't worry about him, if he's still standing it can't be as bad as it looks, right? We'll just find a doctor to patch us all up and it'll be fine." Feather grinned,trying to convince herself as much as anypony else. "There's no way he's a zombie - lots of ponies just don't feel pain until they realise the full extent of their injuries." Feather winced as she realised how loudly she'd said that last part.

@@Firehearted, Feather wavered a little, still staring blankly at the pegasus stallion. Two other mares had come over, and now everypony was speaking at once - Feather tried to follow the conversation, but their words just kept...slipping. Why did her head feel so slow? Her head. The stallion was saying something about her head, wasn't he? Things seemed to be coming into focus agonisingly slowly as she lifted a hoof to the back of her head. Was that a bump? Wow, it's a pretty big blighter... Off balance, she suddenly fell on her rump. Okay, sitting down now I guess. Things were starting to speed up a little now, though she still felt rather groggy and unfocused, as if she were waking from a long sleep. As lucidity crept back in, Feather finally noticed the stallion's neck. "Hey," she mumbled. "You need the hospital too." She gestured to the gruesome wound with a slightly wobbling hoof. "'Got a bad 'un right there." She narrowed her eyes, scrutinising the stallion more closely. "A really, really bad 'un."

@@Firehearted, Okay, got it now, I'll edit my first post a little and then reply - thanks

Wait, I'm now totally lost. Did Feather Quill - my character - die of a bump to the head or internal bleeding? Just now it seems to be going back and forth between the two.

(OOC: Would've replied earlier but I had to run to my lecture - sorry!) Feather shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Outside the train window rolled a lush, green landscape dotted with hills and forests - or at least, Feather was certain that was what she would see if the loudly snoring pony next to her hadn't closed the blind. As it was, Feather had to make do with the rather uninteresting view of the carriage. Nevertheless, a ball of nervous excitement had formed in the mare's stomach; her fidgeting was as much due to impatience as it was discomfort. Not only was this going to be Feather's first trip to Canterlot, she was certain it was also going to be her first big story - a chance to join Baron Von Wildehoof's expedition into the wilderness! It was an adventure. Everything's starting now, Quill. Feather grinned. Here, right now. Soon as you get off this train, your life begins. Filled now with inspiration, Feather reached into her saddle bags to root for her notebook. She was still searching when the train crashed. ---Six months later--- "Ungh..." What...Where am I? Tentatively, Feather opened an eye - darkness. There was a moment of panic, before Feather realised her beret had fallen over her face. She pulled it back. Her head was spinning. Open the other eye - brightness, then grass. Okay, I'm in a field. Just piece it together Quill. Slowly she struggled to her hooves. Something bad had happened; she felt it in her gut. Least nothing's broken. She was filthy, though - her coat was matted, and both herself and her clothing streaked with stains. I...I was on a train, wasn't I? It felt as if she was trying to think through sludge. Looking up, Feather noticed the stallion for the first time. He was staring at her in some kind of shock. "Wh- what?" Her voice cracked as if it hadn't been used in a long while - it was quickly lost beneath the sound of other ponies approaching to speak. (OOC: I made the assumption that our characters still have the clothes they died in, but I can edit that out if you want?) (Edit: There we go, makes a little more sense now.)

@@Miss Reaper, Ah, my mistake! It's 7pm over here now... Thanks

@@Firehearted, Hey, if you've already started the RP could you please post a link to it? I've been searching and I can't find it anywhere. :3 Sorry if I'm just mixing up my time zones and it's not actually past 9 yet.