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The Æther Returns


Illiad Easle

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@Blitz Boom @PerlsteinProps  @Evil Pink One

The time had come, after twenty five years away, for the Æther to return.

Twenty five years of jumping from place to place, hopping in and out of parallel universes, had taken its toll on the massive project. As the bridge crew prepared for what would be the final cycle, strapping the pilots into their worn harnesses and fraying cables, they knew that the Æther would either arrive at its final destination, or tear itself apart as it crossed through the void one final time.

Glen Conegher, the latest and last of the ships chief navigators, waited with her hoof over the button, waiting for the moment that the path would show a successful outcome. Everyone waited for her signal.

*Click*

And the Project lurched into motion.

 

For all those on board, it was the roughest transition yet. The groaning of the components as they struggled to stay together becoming more than worrisome to the strapped in passengers. As the Project passed through the void, one passenger in particular was visited.

 

 @Evil Pink One

A strange figure stood before White Light, where he had previously been alone in his quarters while still under observation by the medical staff.

This is where you get off, and go back to whatever it was you were doing before you got involved here. Where we're going, you simply won't fit... unless...

A door appeared, and next to it, a paper with a pen. Light was presented with a choice, either to go back to where he had come from, or give up all of his special powers, become a normal pony again, the pony he had been before he had been experimented on, he would be made part of this world, and not allowed to leave it.

 

@Blitz Boom @PerlsteinProps  @Evil Pink One

Regardless of his choice, after what seemed like forever of shaking and shuddering, the Project stopped. Several alarms rang out and those whose jobs it was to repair the Project moved into action. Putting out fires and clearing hallways that had been damaged or had collapsed. On the upper decks, those capable of fighting manned the operable turrets and took to the skies to defend the Project.

The sky was full of creatures of all kinds fighting, and the ground was no different. It took a bit for the cartographers to identify where exactly they had arrived, but those on the turrets recognized Canterlot Castle before those results returned. And in the distance, well, no one could mistake Discord.

It was unclear who was fighting who, and the movement of all those fighting was towards Discord. The order was given to hold back, only shoot those who approached the Project, and wait.

 

@PerlsteinProps

In the Consul's quarters, Spiral had a perfect view of the devastation below, as well as the fighting. A bright light flashed in the distance, a faint rainbow, and Discord who was previously gigantic disappeared from view. Things grew quieter as more of those fighting turned their attention towards the center, and more than a few started to flee.

"A prophecy fulfilled, it would seem."

Play Write, former Consul, stood with Spiral at the window. Despite the years he looked only a bit older than he had when the two had first met. While they weren't exactly friends they were cordial, and he had asked to be here when the Project returned, as he had been in this room 25 years ago when the Project had first left, leaving his one true friend behind.

"Discord defeated, his legions scatter. There will still be much fighting and hardship in the time to come."

 

@Blitz Boom @PerlsteinProps  @Evil Pink One

(And this is where I diverge a bit from the story as told by Five Score)

It took a few days for the Project to restore its ability to move, and in that time much of the noise below had quieted. Scouts reported that the former site of Ponyville had been covered with landmarks stolen from all across Equestria, and a few from the lands beyond. Further, it appeared to be inhabited by a good number of ponies, about a hundred, who were working to rebuild the area. Some early scouts had even reported a sighting on an Element of Harmony, but such reports were filed with skepticism.

Still, with the Project able to move, it was up to the Consul to decide where it ought to go. Should they attempt to establish contact with this new group? Or should they try and find a place to establish a permanent settlement first?

If they sought to establish contact, who would they send?

 

(Individual stories)

@Evil Pink One

Much of Aligner's room and workspace had been damaged in the final jump, but his projects were secure along with his research notes. Silver had come by, once the Project was mostly repaired, to indicate that his job description had not changed, and that he was still to research the device that had been entrusted to him until the Project had set a proper course.

The other passengers were all quite active lately, many asking what they should do now, and what would come next. Many were disheartened by the sad state of the world outside, commenting that it seemed futile to try and rebuild on the ground.

 

@Blitz Boom

(Blackwater)

Twenty Five years. It had taken twenty five years to build that special teleporter that Dax wanted, and it hadn't even worked. Molotov was at least grateful that it hadn't retrieved a desiccated corpse when they tried to retrieve Dax's long lost friend, but still.

Life in the Quarry had been tense at the start. Everyone trapped in a bubble, even one as large as this one was, led to many feeling cramped, trapped. The constant attacks outside, at all hours, did little to boost morale. The changelings here, young offspring of the young Queen Oracle Delphi who had arrived in secret a few years prior, did their best to keep spirits up, and were invaluable in maintaining the strength of the shield rune that Taps had constructed during the battle against Erasmus Blackwater and those under his command.

Lately, there was a feeling of trepidation. There had not been an attack in several days now, and they had seen many of those who had been loitering outside the shield run away prior to that.

Oracle had had a note sent along to Molotov, asking him to meet with her at his earliest convenience.

 

(Earth)

Sorrow, she was familiar with the concept and had done her best in her life to help others overcome it. The change had been... difficult... to say the least. She had just started a long expedition into an abandoned haunted town, she figured it would be a great 25th birthday experience to be alone, out of reach of cell service, for a few weeks. She hadn't imagined that she would turn into a pony as a result.

At first she had thought that this was some sort of curse, that she had angered the spirits in this town in some way. When she got out of that town... she remembered being taken somewhere, being in a facility for a short while as she drifted in and out of consciousness, then had found herself with a group of other ponies like her, and was more or less swept up into joining them as they returned to Equestria.

The fighting... she was not prepared for. Nor the extent of the death in the area she had been returned to. But when offered the chance to go back, to be human again and to either remain human or come back in five years when the portal re-opened, she had elected to stay.

She didn't tell anyone, but when she had first found herself among all the other ponies, she had found a strange note in her bag.

Sorrow,

You won't remember me, but I got you out of that facility, and I brought you here. You can trust these ponies.

When you get back to Equestria, I need you to find a pony there. Her name is Silver, and you can recognize her by her silver coat and red mane. She might have changed her last name, and if she has, I don't blame her, but she'll likely go by Studs or Easle if she hasn't. If you find her, give her the other letter. Consider that repaying me for getting you out of there.

I.E.

The bottom of the note was stamped with a mark, a paintbrush crossed by a ruler and a quill.

Sorrow did not remember the pony who had given her this note, or how she had gotten to be with these ponies, but she felt indebted to whoever had left it.

This made it all the more sorrowful that she could not find the second note that the first note mentioned. In all likelihood, it had gotten lost during the fighting. But she had seen Discord defeated and banished first hoof.

 

Sorrow was among the ponies working to rebuild Equestria, they had five years to make the place habitable before the portal opened again. They had their work cut out for them.

 

@PerlsteinProps

(Archback)

Janet had been told that, 25 years ago, the mountains had risen to cut off their section of the world from the dangers outside. She had learned in history class that, 20 years ago, tensions had risen between the zebra and the thestrals to the point of fighting over territory and resources. The two groups had agreed to a truce when the ponies at Archback had stepped in, but every so often fighting broke out in small groups, building resentment between the three factions.

The Lunar Order, which included her parents, had done their best to maintain peace with the Zebra and the Thestrals, but it seemed inevitable that all out fighting would emerge, especially after Midnight Star and the Black Knight, who had historically been respected by all parties, had elected to seclude themselves in the castle five years prior, interacting only with the Order.

The other factions claimed that they were dead, or had found a way to escape the mountains, and the Order was lying.

Janet's parents told her that it wasn't true, and were all the more relieved when the mountains containing them crumbled away.

They were all horrified though to see the devastation that stood outside their walls. The parts of the Shimmerwood forest that had been outside the walls were burned, so too were the fields. In the distance, they could see the ruins of Glascow, and further East the remains of Las Pegasus, though lights from the city at night gave them some hope that there were yet creatures alive out there.

 

For Janet though, the collapse of the mountains had only meant a few days off of school, and her parents being especially busy for the foreseeable future.

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@Illiad Easle @Blitz Boom (Cannot mention Kujamih here for whatever reason)

(Spiral)

Spiral had been more than ready for the last flight of the Project - she had been thinking about her chances for re-election of the project and assumed that it would not happen due to a plan she had in her mind but had not spoken about. That plan was that the Project would split and the Group Members would eventually go their separate ways once they were ready to do so. For now though, she had strapped herself in - in the Consul's office. More than ready to see the Project through to its Final Destination.

Upon arriving, Spiral had risen from her seat to observe the devastation and that battle that had took place. It was chaotic - really. Speaking of Chaos, she saw the gigantic form of Discord apparently be defeated in a mysterious battle she knew nothing about. Spiral frowned and considered it to be rather Anticlimatic. She wanted to be the one leading the destruction of Discord, but after all - with him out of the picture, it would be easier for her. Not easy. Easier.

Spiral looked to Play Write. "So, it is up to us to write our future, for what it is worth." Spiral leaned against her desk, feeling the heavy weight of responsibility upon her. Spiral had definitely aged somewhat - though mentally, she was probably one of the oldest members of the Project - physically? Somewhere in her 40's. Still looking young, compared to Play Write. "Now, we must entrench ourselves in this world, purge all Spawn and Legions of Discord's followers - and right the wrongs of the past two and a half decades." Spiral said, with determination.

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It took a few days for the Project to restore its ability to move, and in that time much of the noise below had quieted. Scouts reported that the former site of Ponyville had been covered with landmarks stolen from all across Equestria, and a few from the lands beyond. Further, it appeared to be inhabited by a good number of ponies, about a hundred, who were working to rebuild the area. Some early scouts had even reported a sighting on an Element of Harmony, but such reports were filed with skepticism.

Still, with the Project able to move, it was up to the Consul to decide where it ought to go. Should they attempt to establish contact with this new group? Or should they try and find a place to establish a permanent settlement first?

If they sought to establish contact, who would they send?

Spiral's skepticism of an Element of Harmony being spotted was clear - and it was made clear early on in the few days that Spiral was planning to establish a permanent settlement before pursuing contacts with anyone else here. They would make a move on to find somewhere safe to go. The Project had many matters to attend to. Its future was most pressing to Spiral. Spiral made it clear in her orders that they would establish contact once they had found a permanent settlement. One thing at a time. She was very much a mare that preferred to focus on one task before attending to another. It had lead her to have a reputation of staying true to her word and following through with it - so she hoped.

First they must find a place to put down permanently. Then they can begin discussing how the different factions of the Project might go their separate ways after some initial scouting groups were sent. Spiral did not bring up her plan about going separate ways just yet, though.

One thing at a time.

(Janet)

Janet grew up knowing those mountains as the edge of her small, little world - but she couldn't care less. While she understood to some extent the differences between Ponies, Thestrals and Zebras, she thought about it rarely. Janet was more focused on settling petty scores with her classmates and proving herself to be the best of the best. The desire to be the best drove her to be rather eccentric around others.

But that was not today, however. School had been canceled for a few days due to those mountains vanishing. Looking out her bedroom window she could see beyond and see Glascow and Las Pegasus - what was left of it. It looked nothing like the books she read about those places in school. Everything beyond those mountains was left in ruins. Janet then realized that her parents likely would be occupied by whatever was going on.

Janet always wanted to see beyond the area she lived - but she knew that she couldn't walk out there all on her own. She was just a little filly after all. So for now, she would sort of sit in her room, thinking about what just happened. The grown ups were all terrified at what was going on. Knowing what she knew though, the Mountains were there to protect the area she lived in. Now they were gone - so did that mean that the world was safe now?

Janet was just going to wait here for now. Perhaps someone she knew may run along and see what she thinks of it. Perhaps her parents may say something to her - perhaps not. The curious mind began to fester, pondering at what lay beyond all she knew.  To Janet though, she was the smartest and strongest filly of them all - and anyone who disagreed with that needed to prove themselves to her. 




 

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@Illiad Easle @PerlsteinProps (I can't tag Evil Pink One for some reason)

(Blitz and Briar)

On 2024-06-25 at 11:30 PM, Illiad Easle said:

Regardless of his choice, after what seemed like forever of shaking and shuddering, the Project stopped. Several alarms rang out and those whose jobs it was to repair the Project moved into action. Putting out fires and clearing hallways that had been damaged or had collapsed. On the upper decks, those capable of fighting manned the operable turrets and took to the skies to defend the Project.

The sky was full of creatures of all kinds fighting, and the ground was no different. It took a bit for the cartographers to identify where exactly they had arrived, but those on the turrets recognized Canterlot Castle before those results returned. And in the distance, well, no one could mistake Discord.

It was unclear who was fighting who, and the movement of all those fighting was towards Discord. The order was given to hold back, only shoot those who approached the Project, and wait.

To say that this is what many had hoped to return to, would be false. Whilst those like Blitz were busy tending to repairs, and putting out fires, both Briar and Last's groups had stood ready to see when the doors opened. The former wanting to feel the ground beneath his hooves again, and Last assuming that her group would do best in protecting those who ventured out first. As this were not the case, they would turn inwards. Briar and his were perhaps not able to help much with the turrets and such, but they could help to clear debris, and move those who might have gotten trapped by some of the collapsing hallways.

Last's group would do much the same, except the few of her group, who knew how to use the turrets, and thus had gotten on duty for that. Last weren't one f those, so she made herself and hers useful in other ways, whilst she anxiously awaited news of what were going on, and what were going to happen now.

On 2024-06-25 at 11:30 PM, Illiad Easle said:

It took a few days for the Project to restore its ability to move, and in that time much of the noise below had quieted. Scouts reported that the former site of Ponyville had been covered with landmarks stolen from all across Equestria, and a few from the lands beyond. Further, it appeared to be inhabited by a good number of ponies, about a hundred, who were working to rebuild the area. Some early scouts had even reported a sighting on an Element of Harmony, but such reports were filed with skepticism.

Still, with the Project able to move, it was up to the Consul to decide where it ought to go. Should they attempt to establish contact with this new group? Or should they try and find a place to establish a permanent settlement first?

If they sought to establish contact, who would they send?

Blitz would be as often the case these days, wander around with her toolbelt. Occam and Fizzy having a rest after yet another long day, she would rather go and be active at this time, as she still had plenty of energy left, and felt restless.

Things had not gone as she hoped. She had hopped when they got back, things were fine, and they could simply go and partake in things again. Alas, that hadn't been the case so far, and so she kept herself busy, watching her daughter, or helping out where she could. Better to keep herself occupied than wandering aimlessly and worrying.

She were looking over a section of the wall, when she heard someone approaching her from the side. Some distance away still, and kept their distance. She knew who it were because of that, and the calm steps. Brought a bit of a smile to her face.

"Afraid I'm gonna set you on fire?"

"Whilst I wouldn't call it a nonexistent worry, my concern more is about interrupting you in your work.

How are you doing?"

Briar were wandering alone for a change, which weren't too normal, but with Oakley and Thorn Weaver helping elsewhere - Oakley with his strength, and Thorn in helping to keep medicine rolling for their injured - it left but Lily to be around him often, which she were most of the time, but she needed rest too. And so he sometimes took a walk while she were, and endeavoring to return before she woke up, and worried where he might be. A little clingy some said, but he understood her. He had given her hope, and she had put all her faith in him being their future. So she worried he'd get hurt, or trapped up in something where she couldn't help him. Even if the seed were not on him, but rather in their dwelling, it did not stop her from being paranoid that something would happen, and everything would shatter.

In truth, he found it flattering, to have so much hope put into him by others, but it also added a weight upon his shoulder. hers were not the only hope he carried, and the closer they came to the fated day, where they could regrow, the more keenly he felt the responsibilities pressure him further.

So it were good to sometimes go and get some air by himself. As were it, to run into friends, and see how they were doing.

"Oh I'm fine. A little stressed sometimes, and worried about what might happen, but we seem to hold steady so far, and there's a lot less alarms going on, so things have to be improving, right? I just hope that things will be okay, once we finally get out there. I've waited so long to come home, but it sounds more like a warzone than anything, even after all these years."

"I worry about such things too."

"Really? You always seem the same to me. Composed and calm, like nothings affecting you."

"I have to. Lily, Thorn, Oakley, Mercury, Hammerhead, Gnarly... They all put their faith in me being their deliverance of sorts. The path forward, that they had assumed gone. If I show myself to be faltering, it will affect them. That is not to mention the hopes of The Consul, regarding us settling down, and working together with The Æther, to ensure prosperous harvests, that the residents don't starve.

Yet I find strength to march on, because of those who depend on me. Much as I know you do, Blitz. Not only your family, but The Æther itself, is counting on you too. And here you are, living up to those expectations, regardless of how stirred you are below the surface."

She'd chuckle a little. In truth, she didn't think of it like that, and she suspected he were just trying to cheer her up, and put some pep in her step, rather than let the talk linger on him and his responsibilities. The Evergrown, the hungry mouths who were used to the help from his kin, to keep their harvests plentiful, and the three others who had come to join his cause. Two of them she got, but the last... Bit of an oddball she supposed.

Hammerhead were one of the former fighters on The Æther, who had mostly been on guard duty here at base for ten or so years. He'd been pulled out of an ambush they had suffered, and had some surgery done to save his life, but he were still left mostly blinded, severely scarred, and lacking two legs. They had done theirs to help him adapt, via the use of technology, so he could walk fine and see still but he did not feel right. Said that it just wasn't the same, and he felt less and less like himself, with every procedure that had been done.

Mercury on the other hoof, were someone who had worked in the kitchen, but over time got increasingly more bed ridden, so she had to stop working there most days. The last couple of years especially had caused her to be hampered from doing much, due to an incurable disease, that had spread throughout her body, that were slowly eating away at her. Her mother were inconsolable when told that, as she were just a young teenager when she were told that there were only way things would go, and that they didn't think they would be able to stop it.

Both of them had heard of the Evergrown in their time, with Hammerhead having even heard of them before The Æther, when he were part of the Solar Guards, but they hadn't known much, until they met them in person.

Briar were ever happy to tell tales of his kin, to those wanting to listen, and Hammerhead had been there at one of the times, when Briar told what happened, when a seed were planted. He had inquired a bit more with Briar, and that had given him quite the things to think about. A chance to be whole again, without the machinery assisting him... A thought that became more enticing the more he thought on it, as he did not want to be reliant on this metal forever. He did not feel comfortable in his own body anymore, and wanted to feel like himself again.

Mercury, Briar had approached personally. Having heard of the youth trying to chose her own end, rather than waiting for the disease to do so, he had believed it best to approach with an offer of hope. Not one that had a guaranteed result, as the disease would be extensive, and might be too much for the transformation to handle, but he could at least offer a chance, which were more than medicine were currently able to offer her. And so she had accepted, and it had managed to bring some peace to her mind over time. An acceptance that she would either die, and be buried as one of the Evergrown - a promise from Briar - or be reborn, and live a life she had been told he'd never have.

She had a few months left to live at this point, the doctors said, and it weren't too unusual for her to need a crutch to walk, and she had bouts of coughing up blood, but the young minotaur were at peace with things. Whatever happened, she'd at least face the end, knowing that she had tried. Though the time also added to Briar's worries about them not leaving this place with any degree of haste. He did not wish for Mercury's hopes to at the least not have a chance to be tested.

As for Gnarly... He were a self proclaimed druid, and wanted nothing more than to be one with nature. Briar had doubts he actually were, as it seemed more like Gnarly were just enthralled with the books and tales about the sect from Germane, but it were his choice, and far be it for him to deny the earth pony his want.

For the time being, Briar and Blitz would have a bit of small talk, whilst she continued working. It would help to pass time, while they waited for something new to happen.

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@Illiad Easle

(Blackwater)

Molotov would look down on the note, cursing a bit under his breath. They wanted him in now? Of all times? He were working here.

Twenty-five bloody years, and the special device had been a failure, and he wasn't sure why. Ever since the bust, he had been going over his schematics and plans time and time again, trying to find some fault in all of this, and yet he couldn't see it. Everything seemed to be exactly like it should be, and the minute test with plants and such, hadn't made an issue clear. Even that animal he had tagged to test on a living creature, had come in without an issue. Yet Illiad were a no show. Which either meant his machine were at fault, he were too far away for the energy they had ready, or had had been killed to the point of being pulverized, and there were nothing to bring back.

He hadn't the heart to bring up the third option to Dax, and so had endeavored to instead check the science behind it all, while the device were charging for the next attempt. It'd be nice having a second pair of eyes on this, but no one here understood half of the stuff he drew up. Heck, he couldn't even find anypony here who understood how the cube he used to store all his designs in worked.

His oldest kid were fascinated, and were having some minor successes in making something of the sort herself, but she were still young, and needed time to grasp some of the concepts. But he had hopes that in time, he'd be able to talk science with somepony proper. Somepony beyond his mess of a sister.

Poor Blitz... If only he had known what happened at that camp sooner, he could've maybe saved her from it. Instead he had been too slow, and now she had become a menace to the country side. Sometimes to them, but in a way, still helping them, as she were hunting down the cultists of Discord, and destroying their stuff and personal. Horrible stuff really, but it were still some thorns out of their sides. And yet, he yearned to grab her, and get her in her. Just tie her down, and get her the help she so sorely needed, before she ended up destroying the countryside.

He had tried getting some messages out to her, to establish communication, but not a single attempt had gone well. She were intensely paranoid, erratic, and dangerous. Especially in that town of hers, and that caused issues when it came to getting hold of her. If he did it at the wrong time, she'd hurt others in here. Probably a lot of them, and he couldn't go and put them in danger. He had to wait until she were unarmed, and prone to be taken. Which hadn't been the case for at least a half year by now. But he'd have patience. Sooner or later, he'd get her. He weren't gonna let it end like this.

He'd let out a sigh and looked over to look at Napalm, writing away in her notebook, trying to sort the science out in how to improve, while she stood with the part of her contraption in front of her.

He loved his family. His wife, and all three of his kids were great, but Napalm had the family spirit there, and he were proud to see an inventor spark flare so brightly as hers. Fifteen years old, and already had made several weapons, and improvements to existing ones, using methods he hadn't thought of properly before. A Boom through and through, even if she looked nothing like him. Took most of her traits from her mother she did. An ashen and grey striped coat with long, slick back silvery hair, and blue eyes narrowing over a small part that she had to fix, as her wings reached for a tool she didn't even need to look at, to get hold of.

Unicorns were the norm in his family, but she weren't the first pegasus, and science wasn't hampered by not having a horn. And in some case, she were likely helped by having her mothers razor-sharp focus, rather than the casual fixation that others like Blitz tended to have. It kept her from doing something dumb, that might cause an accident.

She'd be a great inventor too someday, he just knew it. But that didn't mean he was playing favorites. Whilst his youngest were too young to tell what his fascination would be, his second kid still had his fascinating talents. Just because they weren't in science, didn't mean that they weren't as valuable, and he'd celebrate his achievements, just the same as his daughter. Of course they kept comparing and competing with one another, but long as it were harmless, he didn't move to stop it. Some competition were healthy, to get the creative juices flowing.

"You can't keep thinking about your failures, father. Think about how to solve them."

"Throwing my own words back at me, are you? Heh, little rascal.

But nah, that ain't it. Got a message from Oracle. Seems like her majesty wants a word."

"Good. You've been looking at the same thing for hours now. You're starring yourself blind on a problem you can't focus on. Take a breather."

"Yeah, you're probably right... Keep the fort, and if your mom asks where I've gone-"

"- I'll tell mother you're off hitting on the nurse."

Molotov stool quiet for a moment, as Napalm rose her head and looked over to him, with a sly grin on her face. At which point he couldn't keep back the hearty laugh that ere pushing through his throat.

"Sharpest wit in the quarry. Atta girl."

He'd shut down the cube and be on his way. Might as well have this talk done, and get some fresh air in the meantime. Might be he'd get a revelation while he was out here, or talking to the queen.

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(like this, but with a bit more wrinkles in his face)

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(Earth)

"Aaand... There."

Sorrow dropped the supplies off at what were going to be an inn, for the workers to get on with. It were most of what she did, beyond using her wings to help with roofing.

It were still weird honestly, having wings, all this fur, no hands, and just... Everything. Yet as odd as it had felt at first, it were starting to feel kinda familiar. Like she had felt like this before, even if she couldn't remember it. Maybe she were just starting to get used to it? it were hard to say for her.

She had ever felt some things more keenly. Spirits mostly. That pull of death had gotten her around many places over the years, and at the end, even gotten her into a place all by herself. A proper haunted house, just for her to have the first stab at, before she'd call in her friends for the second attempt. If they even wanted to. A lot of them had started to fall off recently, saying it were kids stuff, or that they didn't believe. That they hadn't found enough evidence and such. It were sad to lose folks, but in their line of hobby, folks came and went nearly constantly. It wasn't many who stuck around for long.

They probably thought the same about her, when she didn't come back. Or that she had died, but just look, she were still alive, unto a brand new adventure, far beyond the shores she were used to. Or she were dead, and this were some kind of afterlife, but she didn't believe that were the case. It felt too real, and death had a different feel to it. It was hard to explain, but she always had some feeling for it. That were one of the things that brought her to go to haunted houses. But since coming back here, it were like she were blooming or something. It were still minor, but she could swear that she felt something, more keenly by the day. From around her, as well as her necklace.

The large rodent skull had been with her for so long, she couldn't even tell where it were from. She felt like it were a gift to her, from someone very close to her. And it were sturdy! She had dropped it, had to tossed into things, stepped on even, and nothing even gave it a scratch. Probably made out of some sort of metal. She had never checked, but it sounded right to her. Just something felt weird about it lately. She couldn't put her finger... Uhm, hoof on it right now though. Didn't seem a bad thing. Maybe it'd come to her eventually?

For now, she were just trying to do her part, in repairing the area. Going home had seemed tempted, but she had a letter to deliver, provided that she could find it. By all accounts, it were just gone. Likely dropped somewhere in the area, after the ruckus when they arrived. Or well, that she had woken up into. Something had happened between her going into that haunted house, and then waking up among all these ponies, but she just wasn't sure what it were. It felt like a blur of bad dreams and drugs of some kind, but it was all so intangible. Maybe just a fever dream, as she had gone from one reality to the next.

The letter wasn't though, and whenever she wasn't helping around with something, she were out looking for it all over town. She were fairly sure that it had been dropped here in town, and it would be somewhere, so she were on the lookout. She even asked others to let her know, if they found some letters, and a few had. Not the one she were looking for sadly, but it would eventually pop up. Right? It had to.

The letter and handing it over wasn't the only reason she had chosen to stay though. There were something about this place. A pull that she felt, ever so weakly in her being. She tended to consider that her *Ghost Instinct*. The part of her that knew where she had to go, and she tended to trust that. This were the first time when it hadn't lead her to just a particular space, like a building though. It felt like it were everything. Something that drew her too it. Some... It were hard to put words too. A familiarity of some sort?

Maybe it'd become clearer down the line. She hoped so at least, because she wanted to know what in her told her that she were meant to be here.

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On 2024-06-25 at 9:18 PM, PerlsteinProps said:

"Now, we must entrench ourselves in this world, purge all Spawn and Legions of Discord's followers - and right the wrongs of the past two and a half decades."

Play snorted, "More like the past Millennium, we have a chance to build an entirely new society without the flaws of the old world."

 

On 2024-06-25 at 9:18 PM, PerlsteinProps said:

First they must find a place to put down permanently. Then they can begin discussing how the different factions of the Project might go their separate ways after some initial scouting groups were sent.

Scouts had gone out in search of a clear area where they could se the Project down. One had suggested the dockyard where the Project had been built, but initial reports indicated that the cities of Troy were not in any state to be inhabited.

Presently, the Project stood above the Everfree Forest a few dozen kilometers south of Ponyville. Canterlot mountain was visible from where they were. 

Scouts indicated that the following areas appeared suitable for habitation:

  • A clearing north of Ponyville, bordering on the Whitetail Woods.
  • A clearing west of Ponyville, between it and the ruins of Manehatten, near the end of the Drackenridge mountain range.
  • A clearing south between Ponyville and the ruins of Fillydelphia, bordering on the southern Everfree forest.
  • Heading north, the Project could merge with the ruins of Cloudsdale.
  • The Project could set partially down on the ruins of Canterlot. With the castle having been removed and the train lines broken Discord had not left many loyalists on the plateau where the rest of the city was, and it was a bit better preserved than the other cities that had been scouted.

Some scouts also reported:

  • Signs of life in Las Pegasus, a makeshift wall had been constructed around the city, and they seemed to have a small functional cloud city.
  • Strong magical signatures from the north, towards the Crystal Empire

The elected representatives were divided on what they thought the Project should do, so ultimately the decision rested with the Consul, but prevailing opinions were towards setting down near one of the forests so as to have access to lumber for construction and arable land for farming and foraging.

 

(Janet)

On 2024-06-25 at 9:18 PM, PerlsteinProps said:

Looking out her bedroom window she could see beyond and see Glascow and Las Pegasus - what was left of it. It looked nothing like the books she read about those places in school. Everything beyond those mountains was left in ruins. Janet then realized that her parents likely would be occupied by whatever was going on.

Janet had a window as, as a child of the Lunar Order, she lived in Archback Castle. This was a privilege that most of her classmates did not have, as most of them lived in one of the hollowed out portions of the mountain, specifically the one that sat closest to the castle itself. Inside the mountain was where most of the Children of the Night lived, with the outside of the mountain used for more commercial interests and socializing.

According to her studies, Las Pegasus and Manehatten had been the major ports for goods entering and leaving Archback, they had been described as large, thriving cities. Clearly that was no longer the case.

Down the mountain she could see lights in Mohotma, the zebra city, starting to gather on the far side. What that meant she could only guess. Maybe she could sneak into the looking tower of the castle to get a closer look? She could also look for her parents in the castle archives.

 

On 2024-06-25 at 9:18 PM, PerlsteinProps said:

Perhaps her parents may say something to her - perhaps not. The curious mind began to fester, pondering at what lay beyond all she knew.  To Janet though, she was the smartest and strongest filly of them all - and anyone who disagreed with that needed to prove themselves to her. 

She would find herself visited by one of the castle's dark residents, Slend, purported to be related to the Black Knight in some way. Usually the shadow specter operated a wooden ponequin to at least appear equine, but it had elected to forego it to better traverse the castle secretly, "So, going to stay here all day when there's no school? Your classmates are all out on the mountainside playing."

Her parents had previously used Slend to get messages to her when they were occupied. Maybe they had sent it to try and encourage her to spend some time not studying? or had the specter come to her of its own accord?

 

@Blitz Boom

(Briar and Blitz)

The pair would be approached by Plein, who seemed about as composed as one would expect given all that had recently happened, which was to say a healthy mix of caution, disappointment, and excitement. "Hey, Briar? Do you know where Brittle is? I've been meaning to check up on her since we arrived, I've just been busy on the scouting expeditions. Speaking of..."

She pulled a few papers out of her bag to show to Briar, then remembered he was blind and put them back, "Oh, right, yeah, I'll just tell you then. They had me on the scouting group headed north of the Ponyville site, and I got a pretty good look at the forest areas for you. The Everfree forest seems about as wild as it ever has been, and the Whitetail woods seem about as wild as the Everfree was. I guess without ponies to maintain them they all got a bit more dangerous over the years. So, unlikely we'll be able to find you a peaceful forest to just move into, you'll probably have to do some cleanup."

 

Blitz on the other hoof would be approached, or rather Power would appear a short distance behind her, then approach normally, "There you are, repairs are going well I hope? I know it might be a while before you've got some spare time but I did manage to make some progress with the item we were testing before the cycle, so we can start doing some application testing when you have some time."

 

(Blackwater)

Queen Oracle took up her primary residence in the quarry's statue garden where she had constructed a small apiary prior to the event. While being under a magical dome had caused issues elsewhere in the quarry, her apiary had managed to thrive, and the presence of the bees made pollinating the quarry's impromptu crop fields a much simpler task.

Molotov would be able to find her there, standing among the bees as they flew about the flowers.

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She turned when Molotov approached, a bit of her normal weariness returning. "Ah, I hadn't expected you quite so soon. Still, I won't keep you long. I've seen... strange things in the future, but many of them are positive for a change. Still, I think I've discovered what was wrong with your previous attempt. Tell me, what do you know of other worlds?"

 

(Sorrow)

Despite all the new life in this place, there was still oh so much death that had occurred here. To the best anyone could piece together, after Discord had come though and sent most of the population away to Earth, many ponies had tried coming here to escape the devastation present elsewhere, not having heard that the princesses had all fallen. Those refugees had died here, slain by Discord's loyalists and the monsters he had brought out of Tartarus. 

Still, the bones made decent fertilizer, and at least a few of the spirits didn't mind that.

That being said, it would take time for the crops to grow, especially without a stable source of weather. There were discussions in the town center, which was the rebuilt main floor of Rarity's old shop, led by Applejack, who had been the one to stay here and organize as she had had actual farming experience as a human, between whether they should send groups to hunt and forage in the forest, or to try and figure out how to manage the weather again.

Applejack explained to the group that, while it wasn't the most healthy long-term, ponies were perfectly capable of consuming meat as a high calorie food source. Though she did warn that the animals in the forest would more than likely fight back, and not all the fruit in the forest could be trusted to be safe even as ponies.

Sorrow would have the option as a pegasus to join herself to either group, or remain working in her current job of investigating the ruins and structures transplanted by Discord for useful materials and supplies.

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Play snorted, "More like the past Millennium, we have a chance to build an entirely new society without the flaws of the old world."

This would make Spiral smirk as she looked at him and went silent for a second. "I would have wanted nothing short of that." she said in agreement.

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Scouts had gone out in search of a clear area where they could se the Project down. One had suggested the dockyard where the Project had been built, but initial reports indicated that the cities of Troy were not in any state to be inhabited.

Presently, the Project stood above the Everfree Forest a few dozen kilometers south of Ponyville. Canterlot mountain was visible from where they were. 

Scouts indicated that the following areas appeared suitable for habitation:

  • A clearing north of Ponyville, bordering on the Whitetail Woods.
  • A clearing west of Ponyville, between it and the ruins of Manehatten, near the end of the Drackenridge mountain range.
  • A clearing south between Ponyville and the ruins of Fillydelphia, bordering on the southern Everfree forest.
  • Heading north, the Project could merge with the ruins of Cloudsdale.
  • The Project could set partially down on the ruins of Canterlot. With the castle having been removed and the train lines broken Discord had not left many loyalists on the plateau where the rest of the city was, and it was a bit better preserved than the other cities that had been scouted.

Some scouts also reported:

  • Signs of life in Las Pegasus, a makeshift wall had been constructed around the city, and they seemed to have a small functional cloud city.
  • Strong magical signatures from the north, towards the Crystal Empire

The elected representatives were divided on what they thought the Project should do, so ultimately the decision rested with the Consul, but prevailing opinions were towards setting down near one of the forests so as to have access to lumber for construction and arable land for farming and foraging.

Spiral would have looked over all of the available options that were presented here and discussed it with the elected representatives. It was clear that Spiral wasn't interested in setting the Project down on the ruins of Canterlot. It was too isolated away from the forests that they would need for construction and Spiral had the opinion that it was best to start an entirely new society like Play had stated - and the way to show that would be to set down somewhere where nothing symbolic of the old world was located that could influence the construction of what was to be built. 

With the options that presented themselves Spiral had elected to go with the first option. Whitetail woods. Exploration could be sent out into the other abandoned ruins that once were thriving cities at another time. Spiral wasn't interested in seeing those cities be re-inhabited by the Project's populace at this time.

So there was her decision. North of Ponyville on the Whitetail Woods. Spiral would also show some interest in the locations where signs of life had been shown, but she opted for them to focus on setting down and beginning construction of the clearing north of Ponyville. 

A new slate to build from. No connections to the other cities that once existed at the center of Equestrian Consciousness.

(Janet)

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Janet had a window as, as a child of the Lunar Order, she lived in Archback Castle. This was a privilege that most of her classmates did not have, as most of them lived in one of the hollowed out portions of the mountain, specifically the one that sat closest to the castle itself. Inside the mountain was where most of the Children of the Night lived, with the outside of the mountain used for more commercial interests and socializing.

According to her studies, Las Pegasus and Manehatten had been the major ports for goods entering and leaving Archback, they had been described as large, thriving cities. Clearly that was no longer the case.

Down the mountain she could see lights in Mohotma, the zebra city, starting to gather on the far side. What that meant she could only guess. Maybe she could sneak into the looking tower of the castle to get a closer look? She could also look for her parents in the castle archives.

 

Janet had loved living in the Archback Castle. It was something that she regularly prided herself in - having something far better than anyone else which was a point of contention between her and the other students. Janet viewed them as some sort of lower life-form in comparison to her, seeing them as inferior. Janet had preferred to mostly stick within the realm of the castle away from the other Children - however she had gone over into where they lived on many occasions for school work.

Now that out the window, she could see the two abandoned cities - there was a sense of eeriness she felt in the air. Sure, reading about them was one thing but actually seeing them? That was something that she never expected to see. That, and this were going to change a lot of things. How life works here. What would they do with the outside world and how would that affect her?

Seeing the lights gathering on the far side - that made her think that perhaps the Zebras were going to gather a scouting party to go look beyond the mountains? Though, Janet had never had a fond view of them. Zebras were weird.

 

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She would find herself visited by one of the castle's dark residents, Slend, purported to be related to the Black Knight in some way. Usually the shadow specter operated a wooden ponequin to at least appear equine, but it had elected to forego it to better traverse the castle secretly, "So, going to stay here all day when there's no school? Your classmates are all out on the mountainside playing."

Her parents had previously used Slend to get messages to her when they were occupied. Maybe they had sent it to try and encourage her to spend some time not studying? or had the specter come to her of its own accord?

Janet would look towards Slend - Slend was always an interesting figure in her life. Perhaps her parents had sent him to try to encourage her to go play with the other students. Something she didn't particularly feel inclined to do.

"Right now I'm going to the looking tower to look at those lights gathering on the far side of the mountain. I could care less what some low lives are doing when there is the greatest event in all our lives showing itself." she said in a dismissive snooty tone. Though that was a lie. Part of her wanted to go down and boast that she was the first one to see the cities from her high up window. "It isn't every day after all that I get to see this from my amazing window." Janet added, though it was going to be every day from now on - as the mountains that had sealed them away from the world were now gone. 

That can wait. She wanted a closer look. With that, she'd start heading off towards the looking tower to go try to see - unless there was an interruption.

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On 2024-07-01 at 11:02 PM, Illiad Easle said:

The pair would be approached by Plein, who seemed about as composed as one would expect given all that had recently happened, which was to say a healthy mix of caution, disappointment, and excitement. "Hey, Briar? Do you know where Brittle is? I've been meaning to check up on her since we arrived, I've just been busy on the scouting expeditions. Speaking of..."

She pulled a few papers out of her bag to show to Briar, then remembered he was blind and put them back, "Oh, right, yeah, I'll just tell you then. They had me on the scouting group headed north of the Ponyville site, and I got a pretty good look at the forest areas for you. The Everfree forest seems about as wild as it ever has been, and the Whitetail woods seem about as wild as the Everfree was. I guess without ponies to maintain them they all got a bit more dangerous over the years. So, unlikely we'll be able to find you a peaceful forest to just move into, you'll probably have to do some cleanup."

"Huh? Oh hey there Plein."

Blitz would look and wave, but otherwise return to her work, as it seemed this were more meant for Briar than herself. The Evergrown in turn, moving to face Plein, and bowing to her as a greeting.

At her little snafu with trying to present him something to read, his smile would widen a little, and a chuckle escape him. She were not the first to do so, and would invariably not be the last either, as the way he handled himself, he did not give off the impression that he were blind. No cane, no helpers- He seemed simply as if he had his eyes closed by choice, yet still saw. As if it were an aesthetic thing, that he only did when around others. Were it only that simple.

"You would be surprised how often others tend to forget my lack of sight.  It is okay.

As for the news you bring, it is much better than I had been concerned about. I had worried that everything had been scorched, and the earth salted. But wilderness as you mention it, tells me that nature if rich and thriving in these woods. It is a very good omen indeed.

The creatures of nature that resides within, I would as much as possible, leave be. This is their home, as it will be ours. It would be best to live with them, rather than replace them. Though with that in mind, I am concerned if there is more than mere animals and spirits residing among the trees... That I will need to find, before we irreversibly change beings who did not want it, into more of us. We may be few, but I will not bolster our kin with force."

Much still to find out, but to hear that the lands were yet fertile and full of life, were good news, and he would look forward to tell his kin of this.

"As for Brittle, I do know where she is yes. She is helping Thorn Weaver with a potion. She have been fascinated by the process the past few weeks. I can imagine she is looking forward to roaming the world, and trying to prepare further. She also has a kind soul, so helping those who need it, is in her nature. Helping the medical team in what ways she can, gives her purpose and drive for the time being.

I'm certain she would be happy to hear that you are back though, and no worse for the wear. She have been anxious about your absence.

It seems as if Blitz have her own company to entertain. Shall I perhaps lead you to her, or do you know where Thorn Weaver normally work?"

On 2024-07-01 at 11:02 PM, Illiad Easle said:

Blitz on the other hoof would be approached, or rather Power would appear a short distance behind her, then approach normally, "There you are, repairs are going well I hope? I know it might be a while before you've got some spare time but I did manage to make some progress with the item we were testing before the cycle, so we can start doing some application testing when you have some time."

"Hey there Power. It's going as well as one can hope. No one's currently getting sucked out to be flung at enemies, and the collapses are mostly secured. We just need to ride it out and wait to see when things clear up out there. Always some repairs to do though. The Æther is showing its age, with all the maintenance we have to do."

She'd shut the panel, and get it stuck nicely in place again. It were done for the time being, but she doubted it'd be long before she had to fix it up again. That and a thousand others like it.

"I'm really hoping we can soon go and catch some fresh air. It's been so long since I've been home, and the excitement is showing. Just like worry that it's too dangerous for Fizzy out there. *sigh* But I guess I'll never stop worrying about her, will I? You talked about your science project, yeah? I still need to check a few panels more, just to make sure nothing's gone haywire in the last few days, but nothing's burning right now... Might be I have an hour or so to spare, so we can run some initial tests? Unless you've been alerted to anything technical that broke down again? I swear, if the air vents started screaming again, I will lose it..."

That had been a very weird situation. Blockage, wiring frayed in bad places, other systems acting up- It had caused a howling to come from the air vents in a few sectors, and it had creeped folks out. Herself included, and it were good when they had finally fixed enough of it to stop that sound. Made fixing the rest a lot more tolerable. But if she weren't alerted to anything, or Power knew of something, she could spare a bit of time for him now. Perhaps a small experiment would help to lighten her spirits a little, and distract her from the constant checkup of things she were doing.

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(Blackwater)

Molotov would bow his neck to the queen when he approached her. Seemed she were keeping busy with her bees right now, which were a peculiar thing really, but at this point, it was weirder when she wasn't honestly.

He'd say she were the bees knees, but he had been told to stop doing that ages ago, as it wasn't funny then, and repeating it weren't helping. He thought it was funny, but some claimed that he had a bad sense of humor. Their loss, yeah?

"Good seeing ya again, though I wish it would've been because there were room for celebration. If you have an idea about why it fluked instead though, I'm happy to hear it. Guessing it means the issue and a technical one at least, so I don't have to go over the plans for the next two weeks, looking for an inconsistency in the code.

As for other worlds... Not a lot. My great great uncle Bastion Boom, did run experiments with portals to other worlds, and managed to tear a hole in the fabric of space once. I ain't sure what exactly he saw, since it looked like gibberish. Something about tentacles speaking in pain, and eyes suckling marrow from bones. Anyway, it became a family rule to never test those sorta things again, and his machine were smashed, melted, and turned into the frame for a a couch. Solid piece of furniture really. It still stood when the town got ransacked.

But I'm going off trail. You're thinking that maybe it tried pulling him from another world, and that's why it ain't working? Or that he got sucked into another world? Cause if the latter, I ain't gonna tell Dax 'bout that. He'd  be heartbroken.

Course, he also would've been so, if we managed to pull a pile of bones through, but y'know, no answer, least still gives him hope."

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(Sorrow)

Sorrow wasn't one for joining up on hunts. She didn't like the thought of hurting animals, and when she were still human, had often gone and helped strays she ran into, and kept some animal feed on her, just in case she ran into a hungry cat, or crow. Closest she came to hunting, were hunting for a good spot to see swarms of bats flying off in the evening. It was a beautiful sight to her, just watching the myriad of flapping wings, soaring under the moons light.

She also wasn't particularly good at foraging for wild food though. She knew what some of the worst and best things you could eat were, but in this place? She hadn't the foggiest about a fair bit of the fauna, and might end up bringing back something poisonous. And she definitely did not want that to weigh on her conscience. This here were a time to help, not accidentally kill a dozen of her fellow hu- Ponies.

That said, she did still want to help. So far, that had been by bringing some things around, and looking for the letter. At which time, she were also doubling as a scavenger, looking for things they might be able to use. She had been surprisingly successful about that, and a few had asked her if she had a talent for that, or just the best of luck. Honestly she weren't sure, and just said she had a sort of instinct. It were like something called out to her to go to certain places, and when there, she'd find things. Often alongside bodies too, and if it were feasible, she'd gather the bones up in bags. Or if not, mark that there were one there, and let others know who cleared the area. It felt like the right thing to do, to gather up the bones of those who had died, so they could be buries later. Poor souls had suffered enough, and while not everyone believed in spirits, she always thought you should treat the dead with some respect. They'd all die sooner or later too, and how would they feel, if someone went and treated them like dirt?

Might be they'd end up all being buried in small plots under a garden or something for fertilizer, but at least they'd be buried, and that mattered.

Controlling the weather sounded interesting too though, yet considering her luck during her scavenging, and the fact that if she ran into more pungent bodies, that weren't just bones, she weren't squeamish about it, maybe she should just continue to do this? Perhaps she could do both though. Replace moving materials, with the weather work, and then spare time scavenging? Might be it were best to simply ask Applejack though. She were the boss, and she felt like the pony would make the right choice.

So she'd go and see if she could have a chat with the mare, though she would halt briefly, and turn her head to the side. The ruins of a two story home, that had not yet been cleared, caught her eye some distance from this, and she felt that pull again. Something drawing her in. And so, she went there first.

Rightly so, she'd dig in through an opening to the side, rummage around under some debris, and find the shattered bones of someone. A mare by the looks of it, her bony hooves reaching towards a small satchel. Seemed like a part of the roof had come down, and crushed her skull. A quick, and painless death, albeit sudden. Better than to suffer, like some others had.

She'd come over to Applejack about twenty minutes later. The bone fragments bagged and left at the site, with a few kind words along, and her showing up with the satchel. it were dusty and had seen far better days, but it still had some things in it. Including a library card, noting the pony this had been, alongside a few valuables and bits. Might have been more, but she only took a cursory glance. Soon as she had seen the library card, she figured it were best to bring it all to Applejack to see. Might be she had known this one, since apparently, she had been local, before they were sent off, and had their minds wiped.

Could be it were a library card for elsewhere too, but she did see Ponyville written on it, so it were likely to be from one of the locals. Or the mare had tried to grab it when she herself scavenged, and gotten caught in the middle of things? She wasn't sure, but she'd still bring the belongings with her all the same, and then see what would happen later.

"Excuse me? Miss Applejack? Do you have a moment?"

Applejack had likely seen the teenage mare wander off as she had addressed the group, and assumed that she had gone out finding something again. It wasn't the first time, and it were unlikely to be the last either. This town had death sprinkled throughout, and Sorrow seemed to increasingly connect with it. Applejack might even have heard how Sorrow had talked to a few others, about swearing she sometimes saw figures standing just at the outskirts of her sight, and pondered if there were ghosts here, who tried to get through to them. Regardless, she would still approach, provided Applejack had time, with the satchel in hoof.

"Just wondering how you think I'd be the most helpful? I'm not good at hunting, or foraging, but maybe I can be helpful with the weather? Sorry I didn't say something before, but I felt a pull from one of the ruins. Found another body, and a satchel of things. Maybe some of it is useful?"

She'd hold it up, the card poking out at the top of it.

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The order went out, and so the Project would soon be set into motion. Alerts rang out to all the residents that the Project would be moving in a more traditional sense, and to expect shifting and shaking as it did.

It was also announced to the populous that they were headed towards the Whitetail Woods, north of Ponyville.

It would take several hours for the Project to reach its destination, giving Spiral time to discuss with the rest of the council how exactly they should go about establishing a permanent settlement on the surface.

 

(Janet)

On 2024-07-01 at 4:50 PM, Spiral Spell said:

Janet had loved living in the Archback Castle. It was something that she regularly prided herself in - having something far better than anyone else which was a point of contention between her and the other students. Janet viewed them as some sort of lower life-form in comparison to her, seeing them as inferior. Janet had preferred to mostly stick within the realm of the castle away from the other Children - however she had gone over into where they lived on many occasions for school work.

It was no secret that her parents disapproved of Janet's view of the rest of the Children, and they had reminded her that she would not always be allowed to live up in the castle. But her parents' duties had kept them away from her often enough that this disappointment was not frequently stated.

 

On 2024-07-01 at 4:50 PM, Spiral Spell said:

"Right now I'm going to the looking tower to look at those lights gathering on the far side of the mountain. I could care less what some low lives are doing when there is the greatest event in all our lives showing itself." she said in a dismissive snooty tone. Though that was a lie. Part of her wanted to go down and boast that she was the first one to see the cities from her high up window. "It isn't every day after all that I get to see this from my amazing window." Janet added, though it was going to be every day from now on - as the mountains that had sealed them away from the world were now gone. 

That can wait. She wanted a closer look. With that, she'd start heading off towards the looking tower to go try to see - unless there was an interruption.

Slend would have rolled its eyes if it had any, but Janet got the impression that it was not amused, "Your classmates are your equals, at least fundamentally if not mentally, you wont find yourself a friend or a mate by looking down on them." Slend shrugged, "But what do I know?"

 

Slend wouldn't stop her as she made her way to the back of the castle and up the stairs to the looking tower.

The looking tower stood as the second highest tower of the castle, and was lined with several enchanted panes of glass that allowed a clear view anywhere the user pointed them, like some form of enchanted telescope.

Janet would find that she was not alone up there though, Nightshade, another member of the Lunar Order in charge of defense and by far the most morose and stoic of the order, stood watching over the land. It was hard to see what the ever cheerful and boisterous Spirit saw in him. 

The panes were already pointed at the lights gathered at the edge of Mohotma, confirming what Janet had previously guessed, that a large group of zebra had gathered. They seemed to be carrying a lot of supplies. There seemed to be a particularly animated discussion between what was likely one of the zebra elders and one of the younger zebra stallions, who carried a spear and a shield on his back. Unfortunately the looking tower did not allow them to hear what was being said.

Nightshade spared a glance from his watching to address Janet, "What are you doing up here young one, shouldn't you be in school?" His tone was even throughout, it was hard to tell that his statement was even a question.

 

@Blitz Boom

(Briar and Blitz)

Their conversations would be interrupted by the announcement that the Project would be moving towards the Whitetail woods to establish a permanent settlement. Everyone was advised to report to their duty stations and prepare any necessary items for transport to the surface.

 

On 2024-07-05 at 9:51 AM, Blitz Boom said:

"Huh? Oh hey there Plein."

Blitz would look and wave, but otherwise return to her work, as it seemed this were more meant for Briar than herself. The Evergrown in turn, moving to face Plein, and bowing to her as a greeting.

Plein would wave back at Blitz with a smile.

 

On 2024-07-05 at 9:51 AM, Blitz Boom said:

It seems as if Blitz have her own company to entertain. Shall I perhaps lead you to her, or do you know where Thorn Weaver normally work?"

Plein nodded, "I think I can find her, I was meaning to swing by Aurum's classroom anyway and the two areas aren't that far apart. Besides, with that announcement I shouldn't be keeping you, I'm sure you've got plenty of preparations of your own to make ahead of us getting to where we're going, right?"

Plein would turn to leave, only to be replaced by a changeling who had approached, "Briar of the Evergrown? My Queen Permu desires to speak with you about our destination. Please go to her at your earliest convenience."

What the resident Queen of the changelings on the Project could want with him, was a mystery. To his knowledge, he had never so much as seen the queen, much less spoken with her, only interacting with her changelings in the early weeks of acclimating Aurum to the presence and coexistence of other races on the Project.

 

On 2024-07-05 at 9:51 AM, Blitz Boom said:

Unless you've been alerted to anything technical that broke down again? I swear, if the air vents started screaming again, I will lose it..."

Power was about to say that he hadn't heard of any issues before the announcement went out, and he sighed, "Well, I guess there's that now. I'm sure you have to get to your duty station, there's plenty on your end that needs to be properly packed up to be moved off of the Project right? I won't keep you, just come by the labs when you've got a few hours to spare."

 

As Blitz made her way to wherever she decided to go first she might notice some of the new posters that had been put up ahead of the election scheduled far a few months in the future.

One had a picture of Power, his angular features accentuated, with the words: I'm not Other, I'm a Gem Pony. Vote for Representation, Vote for Power.

There were a few other creatures featured on other posters, a thestral with the phrase changed to: I'm not Other, I'm a Thestral. Another with a reindeer with the phrase similarly changed, and so on with several other examples of minority races and cross breeds that were found on the Project. It seemed that Power was looking to gather support from the underrepresented groups on the Project, that often were categorized under Other on surveys.

I'm not Other, I'm a Reinstral.

I'm an Electric Pony

I'm a Pegadeer

One or more of the Evergrown had been approached by Power's team asking if they wanted to be featured on one of these posters before, and if any had agreed they would also be featured, though Power's team would not push the issue if they had declined to make a public statement like that.

 

(Blackwater)

On 2024-07-05 at 9:51 AM, Blitz Boom said:

But I'm going off trail. You're thinking that maybe it tried pulling him from another world, and that's why it ain't working? Or that he got sucked into another world? Cause if the latter, I ain't gonna tell Dax 'bout that. He'd  be heartbroken.

Course, he also would've been so, if we managed to pull a pile of bones through, but y'know, no answer, least still gives him hope."

Oracle sighed, "Not so much tried to, but rather it wasn't designed to. " She looked off in the middle distance, "You'll recall that I haven't been able to see into his future? Well, that isn't entirely true. On rare occasions, about every thirty moons, I've been able to catch glimpses of him, but every time he was simply sitting in a bubble, or in a featureless room. Just a few days ago though, the vision changed, I saw him with several strange creatures as well as ponies, moving towards some goal. I've never seen creatures like them before, they were like minotaurs or diamond dogs, but not quite like them. What's more, I saw Princess Sparkle, who I've not been able to see this whole time we've been here, in a similar situation."

She turned her attention back to Molotov, "It isn't certain yet, but I think these strange creatures are the key as to where he is, and how he might be found. Access can show you the drawings of my visions so you can better study them. Maybe you'll recognize something in them that I did not understand."

He wouldn't have to ask as Access walked up the path behind him, as though she had been summoned. Access was a changeling, the first one born here on the quarry before the event. Her primary disguise was that of a zebra filly, almost the spitting image of Dax as a colt, just with more and thinner stripes to match her mother, or rather her mother's primary disguise as Mystic Glow, the zebra filly that Dax had saved from a slaver during his trip to Troy and had come to the quarry as an executive assistant to Vylia Blackwater and part time therapist for the quarry. Dax and Oracle had officially gotten married the same year as Illiad and Silver.

While Oracle had come out officially as a changeling queen soon after everyone was trapped inside the shield, Access still preferred to maintain her pony disguise and status as Dax and Mystic's daughter, taking on Oracle's former role as the executive assistant of the quarry once she was old enough. "Hello Molotov, I hope your foals are doing well? I know you prefer to teach them yourself, like you were taught growing up, but maybe I can convince you to enroll them with the rest of the quarry foals in the next semester? Not to offend, but there's more to school than knowledge, and I worry they'll end up... like you... at least socially, if they aren't encouraged to spend time with ponies their age."

Access was nothing if not direct, but there was an obvious kindess to her. Oracle's hive was founded on comradery, and so her children strived to encourage everyone inside the shield to work together, rather than insulate like many had been keen to do at the start. Even Taps had gotten a bit out of her shell, though that could be due more to the pair of hangers on she had gained in Left and Right, the pegasus pilots of the Scarves of Red that had been sent to defend the quarry before the shield had gone up. She was seldom seen without at least one of them with her, though she was seen out and about more often than before.

 

(Sorrow)

On 2024-07-05 at 9:51 AM, Blitz Boom said:

"Just wondering how you think I'd be the most helpful? I'm not good at hunting, or foraging, but maybe I can be helpful with the weather? Sorry I didn't say something before, but I felt a pull from one of the ruins. Found another body, and a satchel of things. Maybe some of it is useful?"

She'd hold it up, the card poking out at the top of it.

Applejack looked over the bag she had been presented, frowning as she read the name before shrugging, "I can't say I recognize the name, but I wasn't the most invested in the deeper lore of the show. Still, their remains should be shown the same respect as the rest. I trust you've already handled that? You can take the bag over to the depot, let them sort out what is or isn't useful. As to you though..."

She looked thoughtful, "You seem to be doing well enough as you have. As squeamish as it makes some of the ponies here we need all the quality fertilizer we can get if we're going to make it through the winter, or whatever passes as winter here. If you think you've got some weather talent in you you can bring it up with Flutters or you can..."

She trailed off as her gaze caught something in the distance. If Sorrow turned to look she would see it too, a massive cloud city, built more like a flying battleship with giant wings made of cloud, heading their way from the south.

Many other ponies had taken notice of the ship too, and were heading to Applejack for answers, "I don't recognize that from the show," she turned to the gathering crowd, "Any theories?"

One pony answered, "Well, there was the thought that, if a cloud city could exist, that other cloud constructs could also exist. Maybe a cloud city like Las Pegasus was repurposed into some sort of mobile stronghold?"

That didn't seem to reassure anyone.

Applejack nodded, "Everyone get to shelter, and prepare for another fight."

She turned to Sorrow, "We can talk more later, if you want, but if you're happy with your scavenging efforts I think you're doing a plenty good job there."

 That said, she and the other ponies quickly moved to shelter in the buildings that had been reinforced since their arrival. Some considered the catapults that had been erected for the fight against Discord, but this threat was far too high for them to strike, so they moved to shelter as well. Sorrow's efforts before, in clearing buildings looking for resources, had already helped by providing more safe places for the ponies here to shelter in.

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(Spiral)

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The order went out, and so the Project would soon be set into motion. Alerts rang out to all the residents that the Project would be moving in a more traditional sense, and to expect shifting and shaking as it did.

It was also announced to the populous that they were headed towards the Whitetail Woods, north of Ponyville.

It would take several hours for the Project to reach its destination, giving Spiral time to discuss with the rest of the council how exactly they should go about establishing a permanent settlement on the surface.


Spiral, now with the time given by the few hours it would take for it to reach its destination would outline her proposals. Though she made it clear that everyone else on the council was free to mention their own proposals as well. For Spiral's proposal, it would involve that they would use whatever materials those of the project would be willing to use to construct a settlement. Spiral also wouldn't suggest any restrictions on logging, for they had all the lumber they could need from the Whitetail woods to build up new homes. This place was now theirs to lay claim to as there wasn't anything else there to stand in the way of that as far as they knew.

Those willing to live in the settlement would be expected to be able to pull their weight in the construction of it as building a new settlement from scratch was going to take a lot of effort to do so. Spiral also would propose this settlement would largely be for those of the new generation - without ancestral attachments to Canterlot or Troy and would add that perhaps those who seek to reclaim their roots in their homelands would be allowed to do so at their own risk, though Spiral was most interested in starting over from scratch with a new society without any ties to the old.

(Janet)

 

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It was no secret that her parents disapproved of Janet's view of the rest of the Children, and they had reminded her that she would not always be allowed to live up in the castle. But her parents' duties had kept them away from her often enough that this disappointment was not frequently stated.

Janet of course would pout and disagree with her parents views on this matter but was secretly thankful they were often busy so she could do whatever she wanted - within limits of course. While Janet did have attachment to her parents, it wasn't as strong as one may think a filly should have. Though all that stemmed from her parents being away quite often.

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Slend would have rolled its eyes if it had any, but Janet got the impression that it was not amused, "Your classmates are your equals, at least fundamentally if not mentally, you wont find yourself a friend or a mate by looking down on them." Slend shrugged, "But what do I know?"

Slend wouldn't stop her as she made her way to the back of the castle and up the stairs to the looking tower.

The looking tower stood as the second highest tower of the castle, and was lined with several enchanted panes of glass that allowed a clear view anywhere the user pointed them, like some form of enchanted telescope.

Janet would find that she was not alone up there though, Nightshade, another member of the Lunar Order in charge of defense and by far the most morose and stoic of the order, stood watching over the land. It was hard to see what the ever cheerful and boisterous Spirit saw in him. 

The panes were already pointed at the lights gathered at the edge of Mohotma, confirming what Janet had previously guessed, that a large group of zebra had gathered. They seemed to be carrying a lot of supplies. There seemed to be a particularly animated discussion between what was likely one of the zebra elders and one of the younger zebra stallions, who carried a spear and a shield on his back. Unfortunately the looking tower did not allow them to hear what was being said.

Nightshade spared a glance from his watching to address Janet, "What are you doing up here young one, shouldn't you be in school?" His tone was even throughout, it was hard to tell that his statement was even a question.

Janet would shrug off Slend's comments towards her. "Sure, whatever you sayyyy. I live in a castle, they do not!" she responded obnoxiously before trotting off at a brisk pace. Janet's young mind was only really focused on a few select things. Proving others wrong. Proving she was the best. Most importantly - sabotaging those who disagreed. Janet couldn't sabotage her parents or other adults, so it mostly ranged towards her other classmates. Being such a young filly, at the age of 10, she didn't understand concepts such as mates or even what true friendship really even was. 

Janet would then quietly trot towards the castle confidently like she was the filly who owned the world, when in reality she was the one who knew very little about it. After making her way, she'd look out across the landscape in the distance through the enchanted panes. Janet always liked to come up here - usually she was alone when she came here, but often times she'd take other classmates up here just so she could brag to them endlessly about how good she was.

This time, she was silently as she took in what she saw through the panes. Smirking at what she saw, she would see yet more proof that she was always right. Correct that she had guessed that the Zebras were scouting out what lay beyond.

Janet then spun around to Nightshade, "Just confirming what I already knew, anyway, school's not in session - the mountains vanishing that contained us all in our happy valley of social division suddenly vanishing tends to close out school, doesn't it?"

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@Illiad Easle @PerlsteinProps

(Briar and Blitz)

On 2024-07-08 at 4:38 AM, Illiad Easle said:

Plein nodded, "I think I can find her, I was meaning to swing by Aurum's classroom anyway and the two areas aren't that far apart. Besides, with that announcement I shouldn't be keeping you, I'm sure you've got plenty of preparations of your own to make ahead of us getting to where we're going, right?"

Plein would turn to leave, only to be replaced by a changeling who had approached, "Briar of the Evergrown? My Queen Permu desires to speak with you about our destination. Please go to her at your earliest convenience."

"Take care then, until next we meet. And please, do not be concerned if Thorn Weaver is with her. I know she can be unnerving to some, but she means no harm."

He needed to say this quite a few times, ever since they had picked her up. It were understandable, considering her form being what it were, and some simply refused to interact with her, despite reassurances from him, and others who had spoken or worked with her, and knew that Thorn were not someone who sought to harm anyone on The Æther. Yet he still hoped that as more time passed, she would be accepted more, and he did consider the slow increase in tolerance towards her to be a good start. Yet tolerance and acceptance were not the same, but he would keep trying to speak for her, and convince others that she were a friend, and not a foe. Perhaps after some time, with their own established home again, it would be easier for others to see? He could only hope, as he did not wish her to be shunned.

He barely had a chance to respond and bow his neck in farewell though, before Plein were replaced with another. A changeling, which were not too unusual. Especially considering how Brittle had grown over time, and come to interact more with others of her own kin, his interaction on some level, were more or less impossible to avoid. Yet he would admit, that this were the first time that he recalled the queen herself wanting to speak with him directly.

Was it something to do with Brittle? Perhaps her decision that she did not feel like Permu's hive were where she belonged, made the queen have thoughts? Potentially hoping that he, as her father, could convince her otherwise? It were hard to say, but it made sense that at least in some fashion, it were related to Brittle. It made him curious.

"It will be my honor to accept her invitation. I shall make my way there now."

Honestly, there were no reason he would have said no regardless, as he liked to interact with most other creatures, and while he had never met the queen, the things he heard were encouraging. Regardless if this were about Brittle, or something else, he would happily go and see what she wished from him. He knew the general area she were in, from what others said, so he assumed he were simply to go there, and he would be directed to the specific chamber when he neared. Or perhaps this changeling would lead his way? He would see, but regardless, he would go to have this done sooner, rather than later. No need to let the queen wait, and he needn't worry about the seed. Thorn Weaver had it in a protective case, inside her chest cavity these days. She had argued successfully that it were safer, rather than it being in their room, and it then suddenly collapsing. Even if it survived via the case - that Blitz had generously donated to the cause - it would be very difficult to dig it out of the ruins. It were safer with Thornweaver for now.

On 2024-07-08 at 4:38 AM, Illiad Easle said:

Power was about to say that he hadn't heard of any issues before the announcement went out, and he sighed, "Well, I guess there's that now. I'm sure you have to get to your duty station, there's plenty on your end that needs to be properly packed up to be moved off of the Project right? I won't keep you, just come by the labs when you've got a few hours to spare."

"Awh bugger... This here's gonna be a long day, but you're right. I best go and get to my station. Can't be slacking during an important moment like this."

She did feel an instinctual want to simply abandon it all, and go grab her daughter. Make sure that she were safe and unharmed as they made their final landing, in case it would start to shake a lot, or she'd cry out for her to be there. She should be there for Fizzy.

But her logical side hadn't a hard time to convince her that the best thing she could do for her family, and countless others, were to go to her station, and do hers to make sure the landing and subsequent time were safe, in whatever parts that she were able to. Occam would keep their daughter safe, and he had a bottle ready in case she got hungry. It were just maternal instincts, interfering with her mind for a moment. She had been told that would happen a lot.

On 2024-07-08 at 4:38 AM, Illiad Easle said:

One or more of the Evergrown had been approached by Power's team asking if they wanted to be featured on one of these posters before, and if any had agreed they would also be featured, though Power's team would not push the issue if they had declined to make a public statement like that.

Briar himself wouldn't be shown, as he didn't feel comfortable picking a side in the conflict of leadership, when it would hardly affect him and his kin for that long of a time. Certainly it mattered to some extend what leadership The Æther had, but he were confident that whoever won, would want to continue the work and agreement that they had with him and his kin. As such, he believed it best that those who would long term be affected, were the ones who should get to decide. And Lily would follow his example, wanting nothing to do with the election, for mostly the same reasons. Though she also simply didn't much care for politics, and didn't know the candidates enough regardless. So both had respectfully declined.

Power might have gotten more lucky with Oakley or Thorn Weaver though. If Power and Oakley knew another at least reasonably well at this time, the huge evergrown would happily help him. Everything for a friend after all, right? Though if not, He would be indecisive, and not get back in time for these posters to get up, as he'd have trouble juggling which candidate he liked the most from a non-friend position.

As for Thorn Weaver, that would depend wholly on Power. If he approached her, and made a logical argument that her inclusion could be helpful in leading to a future of broad inclusion, that didn't simply mark rarities as *other species*, she would accept. But he would need to both show the respect that were to speak with her in person, as well as make a logical argument, as she were wholly indifferent to the vote otherwise, and not bothered endorsing anyone, if they couldn't even get themselves to ask her directly.

Regarding Blitz's alliances, she supported Power, as did Occam. But she were wholly accepting of the fact that she were biased towards being on side side, considering their history.

Though right now, politics hardly crossed her mind, as she made her way to where she needed to be. Plenty to do in these last moments, and then more as this old thing would make yet another flight. Hopefully it could do that without too much rattling loose, or getting set on fire.

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(Blackwater)

On 2024-07-08 at 4:38 AM, Illiad Easle said:

She turned her attention back to Molotov, "It isn't certain yet, but I think these strange creatures are the key as to where he is, and how he might be found. Access can show you the drawings of my visions so you can better study them. Maybe you'll recognize something in them that I did not understand."

"Center Zero had a large compendium of odd creatures. I'll be happy to take a look."

His father had been one of those who studied odd creatures, and managed to discover several dozen in his time. Blitz sadly never got to knew him, as not long after their mother had gotten pregnant with her, he had gone missing while on an expedition near a former manticore spawning ground. Judging by the few clues found later, and how manticores began showing again in higher numbers not long after, it more or less cemented to them all, that he had gotten eaten by a manticore. Just like several others from their expedition had been, as some remains had been found. never those from his father though. All they really found were his battered helmet, and torn journal.

As for her talk of futures and seeing Illiad... Hoh boy, this were going into some weird territory. Not that he didn't believe in future sight and all that. The queen had proven to be accurate in several ways, regarding her sight, and logic dictated that he should accept the evidence. But he were only sometimes visible? And now the princess were getting in on it too? This were seven kinds of weird, but... Well, so were many other things over the last twenty or so years at this point. Keeping an open mind, had become daily routine at this point, so he'd wait and see where this would lead, and for the time being, consider it to just be something he were lacking data on.

On 2024-07-08 at 4:38 AM, Illiad Easle said:

While Oracle had come out officially as a changeling queen soon after everyone was trapped inside the shield, Access still preferred to maintain her pony disguise and status as Dax and Mystic's daughter, taking on Oracle's former role as the executive assistant of the quarry once she was old enough. "Hello Molotov, I hope your foals are doing well? I know you prefer to teach them yourself, like you were taught growing up, but maybe I can convince you to enroll them with the rest of the quarry foals in the next semester? Not to offend, but there's more to school than knowledge, and I worry they'll end up... like you... at least socially, if they aren't encouraged to spend time with ponies their age."

Aaah, here was the kid. He wondered when she'd show up. Considering who her parents were, seeing Access around when something important happened, weren't exactly out of the question. Being the daughter of the local queen and the Blackwaters, meant she had some status. Nice kid overall really. A bit blunt, but he could respect that she said her opinion.

Though her comment made him frown a bit. It didn't last, but you could see he had a moment of having to think a few things through, before he responded here, cause he were feeling like he were missing something.

"...I'm thinking there's been a communication error here somewhere. Null Blast is still not old enough, and I could've sworn I sent a letter 'bout Fragrance a few months ago, that he should be ready to start up proper the next time 'round. He got that fungal infection after he broke his leg, so a bit of home schooling sounded smart enough to us, 'til he got back on his hooves. It's healed up nicely, and he's looking forward to going in next semester actually. He's been dying to mingle and expand horizons.

As for Napalm... Heh, how'd I best put it... You remember how it went the first time I tried getting her into class proper?"

It were hard not to, even if you weren't there. Napalm had strolled into class, listened to what the teacher had said, and the lessons presented, and then spent the next hour lecturing the teacher, and pointing out logistical flaws in the lesson, as well as the inefficiency of the class, placements, and generally being somewhat condescending, giving off clear vibes that she thought the teacher were incapable of teaching her anything of worth, and that she felt sorry that the other students had to wallow in mental stagnation. She then wandered out, and went home to work on a rail gun.

It had been a hot debate in their household. His wife scolded Napalm for her behavior, and while he did so himself,. it were hard for him not to laugh too, when he heard some of the things she had said. Rather harsh, but brutal and to the point, which were rather peak comedy to him.

This were nearly five years ago, and he had taken to do some general home schooling for her, on things that she would need for general life, and they had both worked on getting her to be a bit nicer. Even to those she considered to be insufficient as teachers.

They both insisted that Napalm still did follow the school curriculum, and had her go through that, but she eased through it more or less effortlessly, and often found it to be a tedious distraction between herself, and real knowledge.

"Anyway, we've been working on it, and she's agreed to join in on classes too from the next semester, and be on her best behavior this time 'round. You folks didn't know?"

He'd tilt his head briefly, pondering a bit.

"...Did I forget to send the letter? With how focused I've been on this pile of tech, I suppose it could've dropped behind the work bench, and slipped my mind. Wouldn't be the first time... Eh, let's assume so. My bad then."

He'd shrug. A minor misstep from his side it seemed, but nothing crazy or disruptive. Just a small slip of the mind, that wouldn't end up hurting anypony. Just a small bit of confusion.

He would neglect to mention that one more reason that he knew Napalm were wanting to take classes again, were also that she had gotten herself a crush. She refused to say anything, and thought she hid it well, but he knew her daughter. She were smitten, and she wanted to mingle a bit more with the young stallion. He didn't have much of an pinion yet, and just kept an ear open in case he heard something bad. She were allowed to make her own mistakes in life, but he'd still try and keep her from bad elements.

"That reminds me. Fragrance says hi."

This wasn't a crush. Fragrance just thought Access was kinda cool, and he had asked Molotov to say hi from him, the next time he encountered Access. It reminded him a bit of how it used to be with Blitz and Pinkie, though with less fanatical reverence.

"Anyway, you had some pictures for me to ogle, yeah? Let's see if something clicks."

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(Sorrow)

On 2024-07-08 at 4:38 AM, Illiad Easle said:

Applejack looked over the bag she had been presented, frowning as she read the name before shrugging, "I can't say I recognize the name, but I wasn't the most invested in the deeper lore of the show. Still, their remains should be shown the same respect as the rest. I trust you've already handled that? You can take the bag over to the depot, let them sort out what is or isn't useful. As to you though..."

She looked thoughtful, "You seem to be doing well enough as you have. As squeamish as it makes some of the ponies here we need all the quality fertilizer we can get if we're going to make it through the winter, or whatever passes as winter here. If you think you've got some weather talent in you you can bring it up with Flutters or you can..."

"I'll always show the dead respect. They deserve that much."

Sorrow wasn't sure why, but she had always had a deep fascination with death. Not in a way where she wanted to cause it though. No, she cherished life, and wanted those around her to live long, healthy happy lives. But she did not see death as something to fear. It were the inevitability of life. The last part of the cycle, before the soul moved on to its next chapter.

So she had often gone and helped out in the community by doing stuff that others her age hadn't the faintest interest in, and mostly found icky or disturbing. Collecting road kill, help deliver flowers at funeral homes, visited burial grounds to learn stories, etc. Death were not something to fear in her mind, and she considered it a calling of sorts, to celebrate the end of a life, by showing them some respect in death. It helped those left behind, when they felt like someone was there for them, instead of having to be alone with their memories. And it also made her feel sorta like... Well, kinda like she were helping their souls find peace, and move on.

Of course some called her crazy, and more than a few had flat out called her creepy and weird, in so many ways it were hard to keep track of all of them. The fact she went to study taxidermy wasn't helping on things either, even if it was something she had found immensely fascinating. Even more when she eventually found a place that were willing to let her help along, and get some on hooves experience. Heh, old Mayflower had said she were not just the youngest he ever had come asking him if he needed help, but also by far the most lively. He had been a lovely, enlightening man to learn from.

Her shoprt trip down memory lane were cut short though, when Applejack trailed off, and stayed off, which made Sorrow eventually turn around, to figure out what it were that had seemingly captured her interest. She would admit, that what she saw, were not what she had expected, and her jaw went a little slack.

On 2024-07-08 at 4:38 AM, Illiad Easle said:

Applejack nodded, "Everyone get to shelter, and prepare for another fight."

She turned to Sorrow, "We can talk more later, if you want, but if you're happy with your scavenging efforts I think you're doing a plenty good job there."

A city in a cloud? It were a beautiful sight to Sorrow. Like something taken straight out of a faerie tale.

But the worries of those around her got to her too. This might be an enemy force, and then there would be more fighting. More death, and not of a kind, or pretty variety. Just senseless murder, and they already had far, far too much of that. The plentiful bodies they had found, and would continue to find, were proof of that, if any had been needed.

"I'll think about it, but maybe I should just do what I do best. Please stay safe, okay?"

She'd wander off to seek shelter, but something happened that drew her attention first. A voice, weak and tired, barely audible somewhere near her.

"Thank... You..."

"You're welcome.

...Huh?"

She had answered near automatically, and felt a tingling of joy in her chest, and yet as she turned around, expecting to see some elderly pony that she had helped with something, she saw no one expect those who were going to seek shelter. Not a soul in sight, and yet she felt certain that she had heard someone. And it certainly wasn't Applejack. Her voice were far more robust than that.

She'd spin around herself once, looking to see if someone were there, and just in a bad angle, but nope. No one... Maybe she had just imagined it? She best get going, and seek shelter for the time being, whilst hoping that there weren't gonna be further bloodshed. Her place wasn't far from here, and Applejack surely had much to see to, so she would get a move on right away.

If Applejack, or someone else nearby had looked, they might have managed to see something that had missed Sorrow's attention. A brief, flickering pale light, in the left eye socket of the skull around her neck.

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(Sorrow)

Everyone else had run for shelter at Applejack's order, leaving Sorrow alone when she paused to see who had called for her.

This delay gave her the opportunity to witness something else approaching in the shadow of the giant cloud city. It looked like a pony, wearing some sort of tattered garb, and it seemed to have a sort of limp.

There was something about it though, something that gave her the impression that this thing was dangerous. It took her a bit to realize what exactly the feeling was, until it hit her.

This thing was covered in the scent of death. Countless souls clung to it, crying for vengeance.

It stopped a short distance from the edge of town, and it made a sound halfway between radio static and grinding machinery. It was still a bit of a ways off from her, but she could see its eyes fixed on her. Its cold, mechanical, eyes.

Then it started running towards her, the mechanical shriek alerting the rest of the survivors.

 

@PerlsteinProps

(Spiral)

As the Project approached the ruins of Ponyville, the command crew took notice of the ponies there taking shelter, as well as a sudden burst of static over the radio.

Someone came to the council room where Spiral was discussing the details with the representatives, "Consul, Comms is reporting a strange signal from below, and navigation is reporting fighting taking place in the ruins of ponyville, one creature seems to be brutalizing the ponies below."

She passed the documents over to the Consul for her review, standing nearby, "What are your orders?"

 

The documents were simple. With respect to the attack there were some photos of the creature, it seemed to be wearing a tattered trojan robe, pocked with blood stains and burn marks. With respect to the signal Comms indicated that it was using an old Deep Science encryption, and the message was: Return Baseplate To Colonel Panic Or Be Destroyed.

 

Power User was in Comms when the signal was found, and had been the one to try the Deep Science encryption to decipher the message, he was already making plans as to how to respond to this.

 

@Blitz Boom

(Briar)

On 2024-07-13 at 2:37 PM, Blitz Boom said:

"It will be my honor to accept her invitation. I shall make my way there now."

Honestly, there were no reason he would have said no regardless, as he liked to interact with most other creatures, and while he had never met the queen, the things he heard were encouraging. Regardless if this were about Brittle, or something else, he would happily go and see what she wished from him. He knew the general area she were in, from what others said, so he assumed he were simply to go there, and he would be directed to the specific chamber when he neared. Or perhaps this changeling would lead his way? He would see, but regardless, he would go to have this done sooner, rather than later. No need to let the queen wait, and he needn't worry about the seed. Thorn Weaver had it in a protective case, inside her chest cavity these days. She had argued successfully that it were safer, rather than it being in their room, and it then suddenly collapsing. Even if it survived via the case - that Blitz had generously donated to the cause - it would be very difficult to dig it out of the ruins. It were safer with Thornweaver for now.

The changeling who had found him did lead the way to Queen Permu, where she was waiting in a section of the pipeworks, in the level just below the lowest residential level. Of all the creatures on the project she had appeared to age the least, but she had been over 1000 years old when she boarded.

She nodded when Briar was led in, and motioned for the others in the room to leave. "Thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice."

Once they were alone, the queen sighed, "I hope to not take up much of your time. I heard that we have set course for the Whitetail Woods, and I've heard that your kind might have plans to settle there? I thought I should forewarn you, or rather ask a favor. Those woods were once the home to another Queen, a cousin of mine named Polistae. I was not able to establish contact with her before the Project left, and I fear that she may have fallen. Either killed or corrupted by Discord. In either case, there may yet be changelings in those woods, and they may not be so kind as the changelings here. If Queen Polistae is still alive... I don't hold much hope that she is uncorrupted. If she is dead... some of her children may yet live."

She looked unsure, "I would ask, if they are corrupted by Discord, that they be given a merciful death before they can harm any others. If they are not, please try and aid them. That is all, I would also be willing to answer any questions you might have about this area if you like, but if you need to get ready I understand."

 

(Blitz)

Thorn and Oakley would initially have been approached by Power's team, but Power would not be opposed to meet with them in person if they had asked. Thorn Weaver would likely find Power's argument persuasive, if she agreed to meet with him after his team had asked, as he argued that, even if the Evergrown were to separate themselves from the rest of the Project, they only stood to benefit from the Project having a leader that recognized and respected the many differences in the populous. Whether as citizens or allies, Power's calls for broader representation would improve their visibility for policies and decisions.

 

Blitz would need to report to Silver as the chief engineer, who was in her office pouring over blueprints and dusty paperwork, "Oh it feels like we just put all this together... where did we put those plans?"

She looked up when Blitz entered, "Ah, you've been pretty much everywhere in the Project by now, you know those giant hinges and levers we have scattered throughout the pipeworks? Well, those are how we assembled the Project originally, and now we need to figure out what order that was in, so we can start to separate out major components to deposit them at the settlement. Here,"

She pushed over a stack of papers,

"See if you can't find the plans in there."

 

@PerlsteinProps

(Janet)

On 2024-07-07 at 9:13 PM, Spiral Spell said:

"Just confirming what I already knew, anyway, school's not in session - the mountains vanishing that contained us all in our happy valley of social division suddenly vanishing tends to close out school, doesn't it?"

"Hmm."

Nightshade seemed to have hardly been listening to her answer, his attention having already returned to the zebra in view.

"And what is it that you think you already knew?"

Nightshade seemed unwilling to volunteer any information about what was going on, but seemed interested in hearing what Janet had to say, even if he didn't outwardly display it.

 

@Blitz Boom

(Blackwater)

On 2024-07-13 at 2:37 PM, Blitz Boom said:

"Anyway, we've been working on it, and she's agreed to join in on classes too from the next semester, and be on her best behavior this time 'round. You folks didn't know?"

He'd tilt his head briefly, pondering a bit.

"...Did I forget to send the letter? With how focused I've been on this pile of tech, I suppose it could've dropped behind the work bench, and slipped my mind. Wouldn't be the first time... Eh, let's assume so. My bad then."

Access looked surprised, but shrugged, "I'm not in charge of all that, I just heard that the teacher had been asking about them a bit ago. So I figured I would ask since I saw you. If you've taken care of it already then there's no worry, I'm sure the teacher will be happy to hear about it."

The teacher that had been so disrespected by Napalm had been another changeling from Oracle's hive, one who was just starting to teach. Napalm had been in their very first class, and it was likely that inexperience that gave Napalm the opening to react as she had.

Napalm might not have been told, but the teacher she had so brutally lectured had given up teaching just a few days later after other students had tried to follow her example. Said changeling now stuck to grading student assignments while other quarry workers filled in teaching until a new teacher could be trained to take their place. That second teacher was the one still teaching today.

Molotov might remember a bit of coldness towards his family on the part of the changelings for some time after Napalm's outburst, but things seemed to have gone back to normal after about a year, or sooner if Napalm had genuinely apologized. And when it came to changelings, they could tell if an apology was genuine.

 

On 2024-07-13 at 2:37 PM, Blitz Boom said:

"That reminds me. Fragrance says hi."

Access smiled, "Aw, that's sweet of him, you can tell him I say hi too."

 

On 2024-07-13 at 2:37 PM, Blitz Boom said:

"Anyway, you had some pictures for me to ogle, yeah? Let's see if something clicks."

Access nodded, "Let's go to the records then."

She would lead the way into the Manor house, heading to the section that had been repurposed into an administrative office shortly before everything happened, and from there into the records room, stacked floor to ceiling with filing cabinets.

She mentally counted out a bit before stopping at a particular unlabeled drawer and opened it, pulling out a file from the middle and setting it on a nearby desk.

"Here you are, see anything familiar?"

The pictures were drawn in Oracle's style, rough outlines indicating that she had been working quickly, which typically indicated that what she saw was fleeting. Illiad himself was unmistakable, despite being 25 years older. He had apparently grown something of a beard wherever he was, similar to Dax. He was carrying a sword and a staff that Molotov wouldn't recognize. But that was hardly what was important about the picture.

If Molotov had heard of humans, he would likely recognize them in the image. If not, well, then he wouldn't.

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As the Project approached the ruins of Ponyville, the command crew took notice of the ponies there taking shelter, as well as a sudden burst of static over the radio.

Someone came to the council room where Spiral was discussing the details with the representatives, "Consul, Comms is reporting a strange signal from below, and navigation is reporting fighting taking place in the ruins of ponyville, one creature seems to be brutalizing the ponies below."

She passed the documents over to the Consul for her review, standing nearby, "What are your orders?"

 

The documents were simple. With respect to the attack there were some photos of the creature, it seemed to be wearing a tattered trojan robe, pocked with blood stains and burn marks. With respect to the signal Comms indicated that it was using an old Deep Science encryption, and the message was: Return Baseplate To Colonel Panic Or Be Destroyed.

 

Power User was in Comms when the signal was found, and had been the one to try the Deep Science encryption to decipher the message, he was already making plans as to how to respond to this.

Spiral would review the documents. It were no surprise that this would be happening. Spiral had thought it was an attacking spawn or something to deal with one of Discord's followers. Whatever it was, she assumed it was highly dangerous. The encryption that was said to be on it perked her interest and Spiral would spin her chair a bit and face the council after reviewing the documents.

"I am most curious about the phrase "Baseplate", is that a name for a place, or for an individual? Is the name Panic of anyone aboard the Project, just out of curiosity? It is unlikely that this has anything to do with the Project, but if there is any chance of getting answers I want to know about it." Spiral said, her brow furrowing slightly.

"I would like to send a targeted aerial mission to fly overhead and see if it would be possible to eliminate the creature from above with long range weaponry. We must show good will to the survivors down below, but at the same time - we don't know what we are dealing with so we should to deal with it at a distance." Spiral suggested, wondering if anyone else on the council had any other opinions for her to take into consideration before giving an explicit order. 

 

(Janet)

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"Hmm."

Nightshade seemed to have hardly been listening to her answer, his attention having already returned to the zebra in view.

"And what is it that you think you already knew?"

Nightshade seemed unwilling to volunteer any information about what was going on, but seemed interested in hearing what Janet had to say, even if he didn't outwardly display it.

Janet's eyes turned to focus on Nightshade. "That the Zebras are gathering up a scouting party to go look at the world beyond the mountains that no longer exist?" she suggested if it had been the most obvious thing in the world. Nightshade's lack of emotion was something that annoyed her, however she had the tact to not make a scene here. 

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