private The Ever-Ending : Behemoth of the Tracks [CLOSED]

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Mentis Soliloquy, 
 

"I believe we have all felt such tensions. Did you... hear about Cloudsdale? The entirety of the city is completely gone. " He said, prompting a slight pause. 

 

"Of course those are rumors. I'd take we would see if pictures were taken. But that entirety between White Wood and Neighagra have been completely banned of any travel. All tracks having to take the long routes and what not. " He sited taking off his monocle he rubbed it vigorously against his vest shirt before returning it to his eye. 

 

"And considering the numerous gossip about it- I'd say they may, more then likely, be true." he said. 

[Techno Universal 2,575]

@@FancyHorse,

 

The system finally notified Techno about breakfast so he once again minimised the program to eat.

 

TU: Ahh! Finally breakfast is here! I've really got to get that section of the general notifications system re-tiuned so it's instant and doesn't take 2-5 minutes to actually react. I guess I should start eating then! But other than that everything seems normal in the system and that is certainly a good sign for now.

 

Techno then started on eating breakfast...

[Driz 1,552]

(( OOC: Sorry once again for the delay~ ))

 

@@genessee, @@FancyHorse

 

Still ducked down by the staircase, Lory observed carefully as the train attendant passed by. She then scanned the area once more, taking note of the delightful smell that came from across the Royalty section's entrance, at the opposite end of the corridor, where a sliding door could be seen. The mare remained silent; deep in thought, the gears in her brain struggled to turn, before an idea finally popped up with a metaphorical 'ding' sound. She turned back to Lance- "Be right back!" -and rushed downstairs once again, locking herself up inside the economy class' restroom.

 

In there, with the assistance of some Unicorn magic, she tied up her mane into a ponytail, carefully removed the few piercings on her ears and lip and also took hold of a nearby handkerchief. Then, she stared at the mirror for a while and practiced a few facial expressions, soon sticking to the one she found to be the most high-class looking one. After that, she exited the bathroom and sneaked back upstairs. "Watch and learn, kid." She said to Lance, and proceeded to enter the business class.

 

Lory picked a nearby empty seat nearby and sat down on it. She then levitated the handkerchief and waved it around, as if to call somepony's attention.

 

"Pardon me, dear steward! Excuse me! May I kindly request a moment of your attention, if it would not bother you?" She spoke up - her voice, sounding drastically different from before. In comparison to her usual somewhat ghetto Manehattan accent, she now sounded like a true, classy Canterlotian noble. Along with the slight change of appearance, she hoped to pass as somepony worthy of a business class ticket.

[genessee 535]

(( OOC: No problem! ))

 

@@Driz

 

Lance's eyes widened as he saw what Lory was doing, and he went slackjawed. Luckily, he wasn't visible to any passengers in business, because if he was, he would not have noticed. It was beyond him on how Lory was able to change both her voice and appearance so quickly.  He was also debating if he should either abandon Lory and probably not get caught, (I would never forgive myself), attempt to pull off what Lory was doing as well, (It looks fun, but I don't look very high class.) or simply 'Watch and learn', as Lory had told him.  He finally decided on a mix of options 2 and 3. He returned to the economy class, entered the restroom, and began to tweak his look so he'd pass for at least a servant-- Hold on. That might work. He then proceeded to comb down his mane to the best of his ability without a comb, and then attempted to mess with his hoodie to look more like a vest. This didn't work, and eventually Lance painstakingly had to leave his hoodie in the economy class seats. On his way back, he tried to convince himself this was going to work. That he didn't just look like some economy class colt, that he was a business class servant that had money. He didn't even know if business class could afford servants or not. Call yourself a butler. Not a servant. This isn't the middle ages.

 

Lance had made an entirely new identity by the time he reached the table Lory was at. His name was Lancier, 20-year old French butler. He was taking this trip to find work (similar to what he actually boarded for). The more he thought up, the more confident he became that he sounded legitimate. He sat down nearby, and with a mediocre French accent, he greeted Lory, "Bonjour, Juste Madame." (Hello, fair mistress.) Followed by a wink. He was surprised he knew that much French.

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Driz,@@genessee,  

 

With Dandy already in the works back in the kitchen he called out without his gaze removed from the cooking food before him. 

 

Around in her spacious cubicle the padded seats were soft and cushiony fitting to her form as she relaxed into it. The soft carpet below a nice touch to the unders of their hooves. A small stand stood next to her with a remote and empty cup holder displayed upon it. Ahead upon the cubicle wall noting at the small 20 inch screen- it was obviously a storage movie player. With pre-selected movies upon it from what she could make out on the listing near the remote. 

 

"Ahem!" A loud attention grabbing huff could be heard behind the two trespassers. Sitting just behind Lory in her own seat perring over his wall shown the rather unamused expression of a rather familiar and dapper horse. 

"Madam- you seem to be a bit late to enter the cart don't you think?" He asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone. 

 

She obviously wasn't fooling this stallion. Maybe. 

 

Fancy's gaze shifted to Lance, his cool blue eyes meeting with the younger stallions. 

 

"I don't recall seeing either of you two boarding. Nor Quill did she?" He said.

@@Mentis Soliloquy

 

With a swift swing of his door and brief adjustment of his side parted gray mane and mustache the Coach Master stepped out taking a look down into his blocky report pad. Tapping at it with a little stencil device. He stood a moment to the Kitchen door giving a wave to the crimson unicorn inside without leaving his attention. 

"Heading down to the Supply Cart. Watch for calls." He gave a simple command before turning to enter the hall connector to forward his gaze until he noticed into the Business Class cart. 

 

Hm? He took notice almost instantly at the two ponies occupying the front two cubicles aside of each other. Retracting his pen and entering in with a stern posture he stood in the aisle. 

 

"Exuse me." He gave a firm loud exclamation. His gaze to meet with the first of the two "new" passengers in his cart.

[genessee 535]

@@FancyHorse @@Driz

 

"Well--" Before Lance could finish his sentence, his was cut off by the Coach Master's exclamation. This was going downhill, fast. It took all of Lance's willpower to not jump up and attempt to escape. Luckily, he was able to convince himself he could be lucky enough to get out of this alive. Sure, he'd be kicked out of the train. But he didn't care right now. He shot a panicked glance towards Lory. Do you have an excuse prepared?

Edited January 22, 2017 by genessee

[Mentis Soliloquy 3,026]

@@FancyHorse,

 

 Fifth Cart

Business Seating

 

"Where is the buck did those two come from?" Looking up to the pony who just decided to but in on their conversation about all things that were even remotely interesting to talk about at least. She gave was rather unimpressed in her look as she looked to the stowaways. 

Edited January 22, 2017 by Mentis Soliloquy

[Driz 1,552]

@@FancyHorse, @@genessee

 

"Oh! Yes, yes, quite! I am terribly sorry for this unwanted misunderstanding. Allow me to explain the circumstances." Lory shifted herself on the seat in order to face both employees, still levitating her handkerchief with her magic's pinkish aura. Her demeanor remained calm, and her new, stealthily tweaked voice did not lose tone even once.

 

"You see, unfortunately, me and my fellow companion here have run awfully late for the boarding of the vessel. It seemed as its departure took place only a couple of seconds after we managed to enter. Lucky us!... However, for that reason, I was not able to present my boarding pass in time, as all of the assistants were most likely already inside. Additionally, we could not find our way towards our designated class with ease, although I do believe it to be this one... Uhm, darling!" She turned towards Lance. "Would you be a dear and go fetch our tickets for these fine gentleponies? Hm? I am willing to bet we kept them somewhere near the entrance to the lower class downstairs." She requested, hoping the young colt would catch on to her plan and leave.

 

"And while he does that... Would it bee too much of a hassle if I were to ask for something to chew on for now? For we were racing against the clock, we had not enough time to feast properly ever since we left the Canterlotian settlement this morning... Perhaps a fine hay salad, accompanied by a glass of sparkling water, would suffice." Lory looked up to the train operators, a puppy-eyes expression of 'pretty please' displaying on her feature.

Edited January 22, 2017 by Driz

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@FancyHorse, @@genessee

 

"Oh! Yes, yes, quite! I am terribly sorry for this unwanted misunderstanding. Allow me to explain the circumstances." Lory shifted herself on the seat in order to face both employees, still levitating her handkerchief with her magic's pinkish aura. Her demeanor remained calm, and her new, stealthily tweaked voice did not lose tone even once.

 

"You see, unfortunately, me and my fellow companion here have run awfully late for the boarding of the vessel. It seemed as its departure took place only a couple of seconds after we managed to enter. Lucky us!... However, for that reason, I was not able to present my boarding pass in time, as all of the assistants were most likely already inside. Additionally, we could not find our way towards our designated class with ease, although I do believe it to be this one... Uhm, darling!" She turned towards Lance. "Would you be a dear and go fetch our tickets for these fine gentleponies? Hm? I am willing to bet we kept them somewhere near the entrance to the lower class downstairs." She requested, hoping the young colt would catch on to her plan and leave.

 

"And while he does that... Would it bee too much of a hassle if I were to ask for something to chew on for now? For we were racing against the clock, we had not enough time to feast properly ever since we left the Canterlotian settlement this morning... Perhaps a fine hay salad, accompanied by a glass of sparkling water, would suffice." Lory looked up to the train operators, a puppy-eyes expression of 'pretty please' displaying on her feature.

With his skepticism still rather prominent the Coach master raised his brow looking between both Lance and Lory.

With his attention to Lance he sternly stated.

@@genessee

"Yes. Go get them." He stated.

"Because technically I could consider this trespassing since I have not properly submitted you to the cart roster. Retrieve your tickets and let me scan them." He said noting to his portable handheld on his pouch as he retrieves it.

 

"Sir! Sir!" Grimm's voice could be heard loudly as he clammers up the stairs to group in the business class he too taking note of the new passengers.

"Wha? Who are-" He began to stummer.

 

"I'll handle it Grimm. Go back downstairs." Hoofington commanded, never keeping his gaze off the device.

 

Turning his attention back to Lory.

"What is your name madam?" Hoofinton asked his narrow gaze not leaving his screen.

Just behind him having notice the rukus Handy stands by near the kitchen door watching from afar.

Edited January 22, 2017 by FancyHorse

[genessee 535]

@@FancyHorse @@Driz

 

What tickets? But when the Coach Master asked him, he did so. On his way down, he made sure not to make eye contact with Grimm, hoping he wouldn't recognise his Lance. When he reached the lower class, he was tempted to just throw on his hoodie, undo his mane and abandon ship. He didn't, and pretended to look for the nonexistent tickets. He hoped Lory could lie their way out before he was forced to return upstairs, ticketless. He the feeling Lory didn't want to see him again until she was done. 

Edited January 22, 2017 by genessee

[Techno Universal 2,575]

@@FancyHorse,

 

While Techno was eating breakfast he got a warning that unauthorised passengers were detected in the business class seating area.

 

TU: Okay there probably is some sort of drama going on back there. But I'll leave it to the railway staff to get it under control even though I can now hear it loud and clear whatever is going on back there.

[Driz 1,552]

@@genessee, @@FancyHorse

 

"Well, I wholly understand, darling! Of course, you fine crew have norms that you need to follow in order to ensure the safety of your passengers!... Sincerely, I do apologize for running late, but given Equestria's current situation, I hoped trivial matters such as that could be forgiven more easily..." Lory took a polite bow. "My name is Sparkling Amber. From before the Never-End took place, I resided within the Royal Castle's walls as the official ceremonial singer of Princess Celestia herself. But after the tragedy, well, I..." She would've continued her character's made-up story, if she wasn't any more preoccupied with the fact that Lance could come back at any given moment, empty-hoofed. Furthermore, she was gathering way more attention than she'd initially bargained for.

 

Thinking fast, Lory let herself tumble slightly forward onto the table with her eyes closed, mimicking the act of fainting. Briefly after pretending to be unconscious, she lifted her head up again, appearing to be dizzy. She also levitated her handkerchief back up before speaking again: a touch of exhaustion and weakness added to her voice.

 

"Oh... Seems like I am already becoming weak from hunger..." She giggled sheepishly, followed by a groan of pain. "Ugh... Would any of you fine ponies mind helping out a poor, starving maid? Even a simple chocolate chip cookie might be able to recover some of my frail composure!... After that, I shall go and assist my lovely companion in finding the lost tickets." She cleared her throat preemptively, so that the voice-changing spell wouldn't flicker. "...Please?" Lory had to convince them faster before everything went downhill. She didn't want her plan to end up a complete failure.

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@genessee, 

 

With Lance in a slight panic on looking for his fake tickets he felt the presence of somepony nearing him. The two standing in the hall connector of the economy class and the stairs next to him Grimm held up the familiar sighting of his... ticket. His actual ticket. Along with Lory's.

 

The game was obviously up. Doomed from the start perhaps? An impenetrable security measure. 

 

"Looking for these? Mr. Lance?" Grimm iterated with an unamused tone. 

"Back up the stairs." Grimm ordered. With an stamper forward he urged Lance forward up the stairs. 

@@Driz, 

Back upstairs the Coach master fiddled on his scanner, typing at the passenger name into his device for any record. A fool proof checking.

 

"Sparkling Amber." He started. His gaze lifted up to meet hers with a cold, narrow vision. As though every detail in his iris written about her inevitable. 

 

"I'm sorry. You don't exist." He stated in a rather cold manner. 

 

With Grimm and Lance returning upstairs Grimm hoofed over the two tickets in hand. Without even using his device he gave a brief glance to them.

 

"Lance... and Lory?" He readout. He looked up to the two awaiting for any response or reaction from the two. 

 

@@Hazard Time

 

"Excuse me." A male voice spoke to the Crystal Pony. Her gaze retained to the passing arid deserts now to a tan, middle aged unicorn. Dressed in atire the aged stallion appears in a slight wrinkled dress shirt with a zipper retained vest along with it. Upon his head hiding his peaking graying mane held a grayish blue cap. With a simple unicorn emblem on its front patch. 

 

"I'm sorry to bother you." He said. "Just checking on you." He added. 

 

With an immediate peak into his gaze Ophelia could see a slight sense of security from this stallion. Confident? Able-minded? Looks like cautious too, but seems to be focused. 

He didn't seem like no simple passenger to just simply confront or speak to anyone. 

[Hazard Time 1,127]

@@FancyHorse

 

The crystal mare suddenly emerged from her meditation and turned to look at the newcomer.  She hesitated for a moment, but as she began to get a read on his emotions, she couldn't help the small grin that raised her small cheekbones.  How courteous of him!  She would have preferred a younger stallion, but it wasn't often that anypony paid attention to her.  She'd take what she could get.

 

"Thank you, sir," she responded.  "I am doing very well."

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Hazard Time, 

 

Taking a seat ahead of her, the unicorn turned about looking over to continue their conversation. 

 

"Heading west wards? Or taking a stop in between?" He asked just trying to strike up conversation as best he could .

 

Eugene perhaps had to cut loose a bit, show to the security he wasn't no bum or what not. Washed? Perhaps getting there. But he could still hold a pistol finely as well as he could a coversation. Part of his job as the passenger Marshall. He'll pester around with sufficient acquaintance he supposed.  

[Hazard Time 1,127]

@@FancyHorse

 

"I plan to stay on until the end."  It was easy to pique her curiosity, but after he approached her and engaged her, this stallion had her full attention.  Who was this stallion?  That would need to be remedied.

 

"My name is Ophelia," she announced.  "What can I call you?"

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Hazard Time, 

 

"Eugene Merryweather." He spoke, his family name spoken with a rather assertive tone. Sounds very... militaristic?

"I'm upwards heading back to Manecouver for a family visit. Haybale is my place of work. I'm with the office logistics management with Equestrian Strategies. One of those- big fancy security firms." He said, giving insight to what his plans are. 

 

In reality of course, twas his cover story. Its not an entire lie. He was formerly employed with EqueStrat. But now to a similar type of work.

 

Actually it was just like his last job. 

 

"I don't know if you heard ma'am the staff have served a complimentary breakfast. its right next to the coffee they served." He pointed out.

[Hazard Time 1,127]

@@FancyHorse

 

Ophelia's eyelid twitched, but she said nothing.  There were layers to his words, motions behind his curtains.  She wasn't about to make assumptions, especially because she could not sense any hostility to his mood.  Her eyes would watch him.

 

At the mention of breakfast, the mare's ears perked up and her eyes widened.  She looked back the way he had pointed and her stomach rumbled.  That peanut butter and jelly sandwich from earlier wasn't going to do it for her.  "Thank you, Mr. Merryweather.  I intend to take advantage of that."  She gave him a wider grin this time as she carefully slid from her seat, making her way down the isle and towards the free meal.

[genessee 535]

@@FancyHorse

 

Lance's heart sank when he saw the ticket. ​What'd I expect? Well, let's see where it goes from here. It's not like I have any control over what happens next... Lance grabbed his hoodie, and began the trek upstairs. He didn't feel any emotion, no sadness, anger, just... blankness. It wasn't even shock. On his way past Grimm, he spoke two words: "Well played." before reaching business class seating.

 

@@Driz

 

Upon getting to Lory, he simply said, "You can drop the act, they found our tickets.", followed by a nod in Grimm's direction. I don't know if I've, like, snapped or something, or if this is just a new level of shock for me. I mean, I'm not even angry. I should be telling the entire train car off; but I'm not. I don't even want to. This is so weird. 

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Mentis Soliloquy

 

Fancy whispered over to Quill, a slight sense of delight in his tone.

"Quite the fiasco we have brewing. Like a television show." He spoke with slight gitty in his tone as they watch the scene unfold before them, with the returning stallion giving open admittance it seemed to the whole shbang.

 

@@Stripes

 

With Ophelia taking her leave to retrieve breakfast he turned next to the zebra.

 

Switching seats, taking the seat ahead of him he plopped down and twisted to look back to him. Careful with any sudden moves as he didn't want to spook him.

 

"Hey there son." Eugene spoke, a bit of a fatherly itereation escaping him.

 

"Enjoying the ride so far?" He openly asked him.

[Driz 1,552]

@@genessee, @@FancyHorse

 

Lory looked up as Lance arrived, along with the horde of highly skeptical ponies that gathered around them. An utterly displeased expression slowly crept its way out, overruling her disguise's composure by its entirety. Soon enough, however, she was able to form a smirk along with a giggle, before dropping her act with a groan.

 

"...Damn, you guys are ruthless, aren't ya? You'd refuse to help a starving mare just because the rules say you can't allow trespassers? I mean... Hey, good on ya, I guess." She lifted herself up from the seat and trotted past the employees on the cart, stopping next to Lance. She gave the colt an indifferent, neutral smile, before spinning in place in order to face the train workers once again. Sternly so, she glanced at each one of them.

 

"Alright, so, before we move on, I just need to make something clear... The kid here has nothing to do with any of this, okay? I basically forced him to help me sneak inside the Royalty class so I could steal some high-class grub. I'm the mastermind behind this, uh... prank, crime, whatever the hell you bunch wanna call it. So if you guys have a beating heart behind that cold, rigid carapace of yours, you'll let Lance off the hook on this one." Lory took a deep breath before continuing. "So with that out of the way, uhm... what's gonna happen now? Am I gonna get kicked off, or... like, receive a warning, a time-out with no snacks and TV, or what?"

 

She figured that clearing Lance from guilt was the right thing to do. After all, getting caught doing something illegal was almost like an everyday routine for her: she was used to it. Dragging somepony else down because of her insubordinate nature would simply be outright unjust.

[genessee 535]

@@Driz @@FancyHorse

 

"Whoa, whoa whoa whoa. Hold everything." Lance took a breath. Why aren't you happy? You should just turn around and walk away. It's her fault for getting you into this. Just go! Leave! Move! As much as he told himself he was innocent, he knew he wasn't.

 

"Okay, so, uh... yeah, no. I'm not innocent, Lory here actually DIDN'T force me to come with her with a gun to my forehead, believe it or not. Me coming along was my choice entirely. In fact, I should be MORE to blame here because I didn't tell Lory that this was a stupid idea. And believe me, I was given many, many opportunities to abandon ship." Lance looked around at the staff members. "So! Now that that's really out of the way, I'll take any punishment you have coming." He then turned his head and shot the best smile he could muster over to Lory.

[Driz 1,552]

@@genessee

 

Lory swiftly turned to Lance, getting closer and whispering to him. "What the hell are you doing??" She asked angrily. "Are you stupid? Like, are you dumb? Just go, kid! Playtime's over! You don't have to deal with me anymore!" She sighed, before continuing.

 

"You think I'm bailing you out 'cause of compassion? 'cause of friendship? Well, think again, bucko. I'm just doing my thing: breaking the law and paying the price for it. It's my responsibility; not yours, not anypony else's. So don't you dare try to play the hero like in your silly comic books, 'cause those don't exist... You're good to go. Leave." She raised her head back up, puffing up her chest. "Now."

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Driz, 

@@genessee

 

"Both of you. To my office." Hoofington commanded with his sterness still present. Pointing in the general direction. With little interest in concerning who was in the cooperative manner or not. They both violated a rule.

 

Escorting the two he lead them towards the small connector hall of the business class and to the metallic door, a rectangular glass door noted at its center with the bold words Coach Master Hoofington etched into the wall sign. Entering in the two are greeted to a rather spacious office. With carpeted flooring manning most of the interior with wood panel under the desk area. The wall coloring similar to the outside wall: A simple beige color matching the passenger cart color outside- minus the armored metallic appearance.

 

Upon the walls they noted to the dozen of pictures. Some of perhaps family considering the noteably younger stallion that has taken them captive under authority. And about on his desk with three seperate photos. One of the coach master about with a train operator. The model behind them an outdated steam variant paraded about in its overt color scheme and happy scenery. Obviously taken in a more.. .peaceful time. The other two- one being of this current train shows a stark transition from the teeth grinning smile of the yesterdays.

 

Now turned into a serious, gruff... and strict coach master. Who would do his best to uphold his rules and policy.

 

Taking seat at his desk he urged them to sit down... at their choice of course. On his desk his blocky terminal gave a soft hum as it came to life.    

[genessee 535]

@@Driz @@FancyHorse

 

"No. I don't think any of those things you just said. I'm simply doing what's right. Believe me, I wish I could play the hero." And with that, he trotted off after the coachmaster. In truth, however, Lance actually DID think it was because of compassion and friendship and all of the stuff Lory had talked about. I'm such an idiot. Why would anypony think that in the world we live in today? Maybe in pre-Ever-End Equestria, but that's the past. This is now. Get out of your bubble, Lance. Look at the world for what it really is. Not some happy place where Friendship is Magic. He then proceeded to produce his photo out of his hoodie, crumple it up, and toss it somewhere. He didn't care where. 

 

At the office, Lance sat down at the right seat. He was busy figuring out if the nearest stop was close enough to Manehouver to walk.