PnP Group [DATA REDACTED] Session 1

[15:20] <~Headlong>  GDRL-2: Addendum 01
[15:21] <~Headlong>  Dear [PLAYER], This  letter marks the end of your correspondence with the Equestrian Bureau of Employment, as a new position has been assigned to you. Congratulations. You have been assigned the position of [Street Sweeper]. Report to Flint’s Restaurant (address enclosed) tomorrow morning at 9am in formal dress. More information will be given upon arrival and debrief. Please see your employer for any immediate concerns, bu
[15:21] <~Headlong>  ... Please see your employer for any immediate concerns, but keep in mind that termination of an occupational assignment requires a formal request for a change in duty, signed by both your employer, his supervisor, and the chairpony of the Bureau of Employment Subcommittee on Relocation and Reassignment. Refer to your employer for any further instructions.
[15:21] <~Headlong>  Signed,
[15:21] <~Headlong>  Thunderous Wrath, Chairpony of the Bureau of Employment  Subcommittee on Relocation and Reassignment.
[15:24] <~Headlong>  Three days ago, a letter like this one appeared in each of your mailboxes, sealed with the wax stamp of the Equestrian government and addressed only to your names. The time was 8:30am, on a balmy Saturday morning in Manehattan. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the streets were flooded with ponies on their morning commutes.
[15:27] * Celtsia reread the note several times. Formal dress? Did she even own formal wear?
[15:31] * Kopesh wondered why he was being given a new job after he just landed his new one. He went to his closet and got out one of the suits he was forced to get and thought to himself, "what's the appeal of formal wear when it's so damn pointless."
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[15:31] * Scribbles looked from the letter to her house. She hadn't even touched anything that could be considered formal since high school, and that wasn't even her's. She reread the letter while she trotted up the cobble path to her front porch.
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[15:32] * Giddy_Up gets up on a fine morning to get this in his mail. He wasn't expecting any mail from the gov'ment. Nor did he especially care about anything they had to say about the matter. In fact, there were three things and three things only that really motivated him, and he didn't see a fat stack of bits, a big flanked unicorn, or a brand new instrument of extreme velocity coming out of it. So, he...
[15:32] * Giddy_Up ...tossed it on the table and forgot about it.
[15:34] <~Headlong>  A small piece of paper fell from the stack of letters in Giddy_Up's mailbox.
[15:34] * Giddy_Up snerked and looked at the paper. Maybe it's a check.
[15:36] * Celtsia did a quick inventory of her outfits and decided that her old dress uniform would do. It was underused anyway; she'd never gone to any Police Force Balls, nor did she go out on dates. She really didn't see the point of getting all dressed up for a few hours.
[15:37] <~Headlong>  "Dear Mr. [KORAZIN], This is Hard Left from the Equestrian Department of Motor Vehicles, writing to remind you of the -astounding- number of parking violations and speeding tickets you have yet to pay off. Should you go another week without paying the [602,387] bits you owe, the EDMV will be forced to impound your car. Toodles, Hard Left."
[15:39] * Bonnet had nearly torn up the letter when she'd gotten it. It had to have been some kind of joke... a pony as wealthy and renowned as her working as a Street Sweeper was ludicrous at best. The only thing that'd kept her from acting on the impulse was a similar letter recieved by one of her co-workers.
[15:39] * Bonnet put on her best dress-suit that morning, having gotten her other co-workers to handle the commissions she'd just acquired, and headed out to find the restaurant mentioned in the letter.
[15:39] * Scribbles dropped the letter on her desk, adding it to the pile of papers and books surrounding her prized typewriter. She opened her closet to browse the modest wardrobe.
[15:43] * Kopesh set out for Flint's wondering what job he was actually being relocated to. Street sweapers didn't need formal wear and it was odd that they put it in parenthesis.
[15:43] * Giddy_Up read the note. A grimace appeared right on his white furred face. Fat stack of bits indeed. He caught the hint, this wasn't a job offer. This was a "Do it or else" sort of deal. He made a throaty sound as if he was about to hock something unpleasant onto the ticket, but then just rolled back to sleep and put it on the table. Welp. He was going, but hell if was going to be happy about it.
[15:45] <~Headlong>  Bonnet was the first to arrive at Flint's, and was greeted by a warm stack of pancakes and a mare in a white labcoat. When Kopesh arrived, he could see both of them having a pleasant chat over coffee.
[15:46] * Celtsia dressed quickly, noting the time. She'd make it with minutes to spare at this rate. Making sure everything was straight, she secured her home, hopped into her pickup truck, and headed for the restaurant.
[15:47] * Scribbles found a decent dress shirt that she wore to a friend's graduation once and, after finding out if it still fit or not, trotted out for Flint's in her 'formal attire'
[15:47] * Bonnet wasn't too impressed when she found the place, but she'd put on her best smile and tried to calmly introduce herself and find out what kind of mistake this had been.
[15:47] * Kopesh walked over to them and said, "I had a feeling I wouldn't be the only one here."
[15:49] <~Headlong>  The mare gave Kopesh her friendliest smile and waved him over to the large booth that she and Bonnet were sitting in. Pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, she offered him a cup of coffee and some idle conversation until "everypony was here."
[15:50] * Giddy_Up arrived on that day a little late. But not by much. He definitely wasn't wearing anything that could be considered 'formal'. He was wearing a racing jacket with a few company logo's on it, a black cap, with a pair of wrap-around shades. His face was the picture of defiance, his black-and-white streaked tail flicked several times in annoyance. "This th' place?"
[15:51] <~Headlong>  Celtsia was the next to arrive, and recieved the same welcome as the rest, too. "Please, sit down and get acquainted with the others. I'll answer all your questions shortly." The pony in the lab coat had said, before trotting outside.
[15:53] * Celtsia nodded at the mare and sat down beside the others who had arrived. "Hello. Name's Celtsia. EPD."
[15:54] <~Headlong>  The mare was standing outside when Scribbles arrived, and opens the door for her. "Please, have a seat with the others." She said, smiling. The smile has vanished, replaced by a scowl by the time Giddy_Up showed up. "You're late. I'm noticing a pattern here."
[15:55] * Kopesh sat down and made himself comfortable. He said in a slightly caustic manner, "at least they gave us a good meeting spot and paid for our food."
[15:55] * Bonnet hadn't been satisfied with the little she could get out of the Doctor before the others began showing up. She had politely eaten the offered pancakes and delicately wiped off her mouth. She gave a polite nod to the newcomers which made the buns of her orange mane bob slightly.
[15:56] * Scribbles returned the mare's smile and made her way to the table with the others, nudging her glasses back up the bridge of her nose as she sat down.
[15:56] <~Headlong>  A stallion called out from inside the kitchen, "Can I get any a' yous somethin' to eat?"
[15:57] <Celtsia> "I don't suppose you prepare sausages here?"
[15:57] * Giddy_Up didn't say anything back. He merely found himself a seat, sat down, and churned something in his mouth, only addressing Headlong with a look and a grunt.
[15:57] * Scribbles looked up to the kitchen and called back, "Coffee please. Black."
[15:59] <~Headlong>  "Sausage, Coffee, comin' right up." The stallion replied with a smile and a whistle. Closing the door behind her and changing the sign to "Closed", the mare turned to the group with a smile. "So. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. And I'm here to answer all of them. Shall we begin?"
[16:00] <Celtsia> "Sounds fine to me. Let's start with why one day I'm a police officer, the next I'm a street sweeper."
[16:02] <~Headlong>  She bows her head a little. "Of course. Well, so we can make this process a bit more personal, you may all call me Headlong. As for you, Ms. Celtsia, the title of 'Street Sweeper' is a bit of a misnomer. None of you will actually be cleaning the streets."
[16:02] * Celtsia nodded. "I was wondering what I'd done wrong."
[16:04] * Scribbles leaned in a little. "I'd like to now how you picked me out of this group, I'm just a mystery author."
[16:06] * Bonnet leaned back against the counter and straightened her tie with a hoof as she spoke, "Well that's good... because if you'd been expecting us to actually clean the streets, I would have said my goodbyes, Miss Headlong."
[16:06] * Headlong kept smiling and adjusted her glasses a little. "Exactly how our organization chooses it's employees is not something I'm at liberty to discuss. Just know that each of you were selected for a reason. I hope that is a satisfactory answer, Ms. Scribbles." The food arrived, and Headlong herself levitated the coffee and sausages to the table. "Enjoy," The buck said, returning to the depths of the kitchen.
[16:07] * Giddy_Up just continued to chew on something in his mouth. "So. What's your deal?"
[16:08] * Celtsia picked up a sausage in her talons. They were done to perfection. She reflected as she at that she'd have to leave a big tip, no matter who was paying.
[16:08] * Scribbles took a sip of coffee while her eyes on Dr. Headlong, she was about to reply, until Giddy_Up's outburst.
[16:09] <~Headlong>  She looks to Giddy_Up with a smile. "My 'deal', Mr. Giddy?"
[16:12] * Giddy_Up floated off his shades. "You ain't here to just have some lunch. I ain't here to eat it. You're twisting my leg, I want to know why."
[16:14] <~Headlong>  With a chuckle, she trotted over to the table and took a seat next to Scribbles. Her hooves folded on the table, she leaned towards him. "Well, while you won't be cleaning any streets, you -will- be assigned new jobs. Before you file your transfer papers, hear me out, okay?"
[16:16] * Scribbles set her coffee cup down, "Not like I have anything important going on today.."
[16:17] <Celtsia> "I'll listen."
[16:17] * Bonnet frowned, "Well I do have important matters I should be attending /at work/."She took great care to emphasize those last words. "So if you could please get to the point, Miss, I would appreciate it."
[16:19] * Giddy_Up finally swallows what he's been chewing on with a dramatic gulp. "Not like I have a choice." He leaned back, his jacket giving a satisfying series of crackles and squeals.
[16:20] <~Headlong>  She turned her attention to Bonnet. "Of course, forgive me. Ms. Bonnet. In short, your /work/, for the next three months, is with me.
[16:20] <~Headlong>  "
[16:21] <Celtsia> "Doing what, exactly?"
[16:22] <~Headlong>  Headlong held her hoof up to Celtsia, dismissing her. She wanted to hear what Bonnet had to say.
[16:24] * Bonnet stared intently at the Doctor, evaluated the answer she'd been given, "I see... so I'll miss the festival... I do hope whatever you have so collected us for is a very valuable and otherwise important venture."
[16:26] <~Headlong>  Headlong grinned. "Of course. All of you will be compensated handsomely for your time working with me."
[16:30] * Giddy_Up flicks an ear up. Fat stacks. "You have my attention."
[16:30] * Bonnet nodded with some degree of resignation and waited for the Doctor to continue.
[16:30] * Scribbles set her coffee down again. She might have been reading too many books, but she has to ask. "Is this going to be legal?"
[16:31] <Kopesh> "If it's not legal, they'll make it legal I'm sure."
[16:32] <~Headlong>  Headlong nodded once again. "Legal? Absolutely. We will operate within the law at all times. However, failure to do so will result in immediate termination of our time together. And... probably a prison sentence." She said, with an unnervingly cheery tone.
[16:32] * Giddy_Up turned his head towards Kopesh. And then back forward. He hated bugs. They tended to get on his windshield.
[16:33] * Celtsia licked her talon clean of the last sausage. "Good. There's no way I'd go outside the law, no matter who ordered me to."
[16:33] * Scribbles nodded uneasilly to the Doctor. "Right. I'll make sure to remember that." She said, sipping her coffee again.
[16:36] <~Headlong>  Headlong ducked her head down under the table and levitated out sizeable box, placing it on the table. "Here are your official uniforms." She said, enjoying another sip of coffee.
[16:38] * Celtsia took the top uniform out and examined it.
[16:38] * Scribbles reached in a took a uniform as well, looking it over.
[16:39] <~Headlong>  The box didn't have any actual clothes in it. Instead, they each removed a small black wallet, and an earpiece attached to a small recording device.
[16:40] <~Headlong>  "Generally speaking, we don't have a dress code. But it's good to see that at least -one- of you decided to ignore it." She said, mostly to Giddy_Up.
[16:40] * Celtsia turned the wallet over in her claw, then opened it.
[16:41] * Kopesh still caustically, "at least we won't have to -write- our reports."
[16:42] * Scribbles looked at the earpiece, tucking it into her ear without a pencil behind it, then drew her attention to the wallet.
[16:44] * Bonnet had been about to flip out at the mention of uniforms, her slightly graying mane settled back down once she'd seen what the others removed from the box. She hadn't known wether the Doctor was being sarcastic or not about ignoring the 'formal attire'.
[16:44] <~Headlong>  Staring Celtsia in the face was a small headshot of herself. A small, unassuming ID card reads "Foundation Identification Unit, Series II." Each of the wallets have a smiliar ID card in it. "Those cards are your only means of identification. That being said, don't go showing it around like a police badge. It gives you no real authority to any facet of the Equestrian Government. Those earpieces are to help you stay in contact
[16:44] <~Headlong>  ...Those earpieces are to help you stay in contact with your coordinator, that's me. And, Mr. Kopesh, you -will- have to write your reports. Terribly sorry about that."
[16:45] * Celtsia scrutenized the picture as she slipped the earpiece into place. "Not a very flattering picture. I take lousy ID shots."
[16:46] * Giddy_Up smirked in self-satisfaction. Oh, what's wrong? Mad that I'm not a total tool for you, sweetieflank? He removed a wallet and an earpiece, flipping through the black wallet.
[16:46] * Scribbles looked at her own ID. Her picture was much worse, or so she would bet. "Me too. Cameras have never been kind to me."
[16:46] * Kopesh said to no one, "of course. Why is it that people assume I enjoy righting boring things just because I'm a linguist?"
[16:48] <~Headlong>  Headlong smiled at Kopesh, but said nothing to him. "Right. Now, it's about time I discussed what exactly it is we'll be doing together. But before I do, could I interest anypony in some lunch? It's on the house."
[16:48] * Bonnet waited until the others had removed their supplies before she took hers. She'd always hated that stoned look on her face when she wasn't wearing clothes. The earbud wasn't too unfamiliar though, she'd worn them before.
[16:50] * Celtsia nodded with a grin. "Lunch would be wonderful."
[16:52] <Kopesh> "Now you talked about an offer, but something tells me this is less than optional." He wanted a few more details before taking his set.
[16:54] * Giddy_Up fetched a small tin from his coat and stuffed what seemed to be leaves into his mouth. "Yeah. How about some fries up in here?" He said, the contents of his mouth smelling strongly of tea leaves.
[16:55] <~Headlong>  Headlong had kept her hooves folded the whole time, and nods to Kopesh. "If you want to opt out, you can submit your request to Thunderous Wrath, if you want. Though, we are open to negotiations." The stallion from the kitchen called out "Fries comin' right up!"
[16:55] * Giddy_Up put his things away.
[16:57] * Bonnet turned towards the kitchen. She'd tired of all the delays long ago, but the food didn't seem to be drugged, so she figured she might as well, "Three stacks of those pancakes, please."
[16:57] * Celtsia parused the menu and ordered spare ribs. It was nice living in a city that catered to meat-eating clientelle.
[16:58] * Kopesh liked the idea of negotiating and decided to stay along for the ride to find out a little more at least. He finally took his wallet and earpiece.
[17:01] <~Headlong>  "Flap jacks, ribs, comin' right up!" The stallion shouted over the sizzle of a frialator. Headlong cleared her throat and addressed them all. "Right. Now, we're all familiar with magic, yes? From unicorn healing spells, to magical batteries, to pegasus cloud manipulation, magic is everywhere. But... have any of you wondered where it comes from?"
[17:02] * Scribbles looked up from her cup again, her attention caught. "No.. Not really.. But now that you mention it."
[17:02] * Celtsia shook her head. "Only tribal myths and stories."
[17:02] * Giddy_Up "Unicorn horns, friendship, and puppy kisses." Said the unicorn, sarcastically.
[17:03] * Bonnet waved her hoof dismissively, "I was always told it 'comes from the heart'."
[17:05] <~Headlong>  Headlong's horn glowed a soft yellow as a telekinetic hoof gave Giddy_Up a firm swat on the flank. "Well, that's what magical researchers thought, Ms. Bonnet. Then... we noticed some... anomalies."
[17:07] * Giddy_Up jumps up, somewhat surprised. He grinned madly. Oh, she's into that now. "Now hun, typically, mares treat me to dinner and a movie first."
[17:08] * Scribbles ignored Giddy_Up as best she could, taking a drink of her Joe. "Anomalies? In magic?"
[17:09] * Bonnet shrugged a little, looking between the Doctor and the other ponies, "Well of course there's anomalies... otherwise there would be no need for researchers, would there?"
[17:10] <~Headlong>  She continued, guessing that Giddy_Up hadn't seen many movies. "Yes indeed." She turned her attention to the cook, who was just now floating over a steaming plate of fries, a plate of warm, buttery pancakes, and a smokey rack of barbequed spare ribs. "Take Flint's, for example."
[17:10] * Celtsia chuckled at that. "Maybe you wanna keep quiet a bit, smart ass, and let the lady finish."
[17:11] * Celtsia then spotted the ribs and licked her beak. "Now that's a meal."
[17:12] * Scribbles looked around the resturant. "Here? You mean there's an anomaly in here?"
[17:12] * Kopesh chuckled himself, "I'll go ahead and point out that ladies tend not to spank stallions in public."
[17:13] <~Headlong>  Headlong nods to the cook. "That cook over there is named Gridle Cakes. Did you know that he's worked here for almost 230 years?"
[17:13] <Scribbles> "I can't say I did. Is he a ghost or something?"
[17:16] <Celtsia> "230? How?"
[17:16] <~Headlong>  Headlong chuckles. "Don't be silly, Ms. Scribbles. There's no such thing as ghosts. This entire restaraunt is an anomaly, in fact. Through rigorous testing and observation, we've found that Gridle Cakes almost never sleeps, and is capable of preparing any kind of food you could imagine. All the while, he's never slept, eaten, or left the kitchen."
[17:16] <~Headlong>  "And, how, you ask? Magic. A form of magic that we've yet to fully understand."
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[17:18] <Celtsia> "What is he, a Schwachkopf?"
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[17:19] * Bonnet shrugged again and looked over at the chef, "Well unless your anomaly needs a new uniform, I'm afraid I don't see how I can help you, Miss."
[17:21] <~Headlong>  "These anomalies are what intrigue us at the Foundation, and that's why we need all of your help. You're going to track down anomalies like Flint's, and report them to us for studying." She said, leaning back in the booth.
[17:23] <Celtsia> "So we're detectives then."
[17:23] <Kopesh> "That seems simple, but some of us, myself included, seem to have rather odd qualifications for it."
[17:24] * Scribbles 's ears perked at the word detective. "A kind of... Magic-anomaly detective?"
[17:24] <~Headlong>  Headlong's smile had yet to fade. "Well, Mr. Kopesh, you'll find that some anomalies have rather odd characteristics. And... detectives of sorts, yes. Exciting, right?"
[17:26] * Scribbles was too genre savvy to just jump aboard with this. "So, it's legal, we're getting paid for it, and it does sound interesting... But is there any danger?"
[17:26] * Kopesh couldn't say that he wasn't intrigued, "what kinds of other anomalies have you found, any dangerous ones?"
[17:27] <Celtsia> "Also puzzling. As our friend over here said, we're not exactly all equipped for something like this. This is unicorn work."
[17:27] * Giddy_Up stares at Celtsia. "This ain't my kind of work." He corrected.
[17:28] * Celtsia corrected herself. "This is unicorn work for unicorns who have a work ethic."
[17:29] <~Headlong>  Headlong furrowed her brow. "I -assure- you all, you were chosen for very specific reasons. Reasons that mean only the six- five of you can fufill this job. And, as for dangers in the work places, you'd be in no more danger than you would if you continued at your current jobs."
[17:30] <Celtsia> "In my line of work, that's fairly dangerous depending on the day and disposition of the public."
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[17:34] * Giddy_Up smirks. "Danger is my pastime."
[17:35] <~Headlong>  Headlong shifted in place. "Well, there you have it. There -are- a fair share of dangerous anomalies, but you won't encounter any of those, lest you actively look for them." She paused for a moment. "Don't do that."
[17:36] * Celtsia cleaned her beak of barbecue sauce. "And what if we come across one by accident?"
[17:37] * Bonnet sighed softly, "So... you're saying I should give up a nice, comfortable job where I make ponies happy, in order to endanger myself in something I'm not qualified for?"
[17:38] * Giddy_Up grinned. "Oh, if you want a getaway plan, I'm your stallion."
[17:39] <~Headlong>  Headlong disregarded Celtsia for the moment and looked intently at Bonnet. "The danger is only what you make of it, Ms. Bonnet. If you don't look for danger, it won't find you."
[17:41] * Headlong turns to Celtsia. "I can assure you that stumbling across a harmful anomaly is entirely impossible."
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[17:41] <Celtsia> "Theres a thing about anomalies. They happen unexpectedly."
[17:43] <Kopesh> "Celtsia has a point, if you don't know what an anomoly is how can you know it's harmless?"
[17:45] <~Headlong>  Headlong coughed a little. "That... is also something I am not at liberty to discuss. We don't have you blindly stumbling around on the streets, looking to bump into some anomaly, if that's what you mean."
[17:45] <Celtsia> "I wouldn't think so. But my point still stands."
[17:46] <Kopesh> "And, if you send another group in to figure out what it is, then why do you need us?"
[17:47] * Scribbles nodded in agreement to Celtsia. "As much as I would like to keep my day as danger free as possible though, writing books just doesn't pay the bills anymore.."
[17:48] <~Headlong>  Headlong smiled at Kopesh. "There are simply too many anomalies and too few agents, I'm afraid. We need you to cover the ground that our other agents simply can't. There's no good way to be in two places at once. Yet."
[17:51] * Kopesh resigned the point having been unable to pin down the catch. Still this seems interesting and while he didn't need the money, it would beat giving boring lectures and was only going to be three months...
[17:55] <~Headlong>  "Well then! Any further questions?"
[17:56] <Kopesh> "Exactly how big will our stacks be?"
[17:57] <~Headlong>  Headlong stands on her seat and reaches a hoof up over her head. "About here would be a conservative estimate. Although, any form of compensation you'd like could be arranged."
[17:58] <Celtsia> "Will we be working as a group or partnered off?"
[17:59] * Bonnet wiped her mouth off again from the syrup and set the napkin back down carefully, "Well... since you seem so insistant about it, I'll cooperate, for now."
[18:02] <~Headlong>  Headlong nodded to their wallets. Stamped on the front is a small emblem, a six pointed star bisected by a large, curved blade. The word "Dullahan" is stamped above it. "You will work as a group, and will be known as the 'Dullahans.' I picked the name myself, and I hope that neither the group nor the name will be an issue."
[18:03] * Scribbles looked to her fellow groupmates. "No complaints from me. I'm used to being dumped into groups." She slid her coffee cup away from her.
[18:03] * Celtsia nodded. "Not so far, but the partnership is young."
[18:04] * Giddy_Up "What's it mean?"
[18:08] <~Headlong>  Headlong pushed her glasses up a little. "In Sirish mythology, Dullahans were headless faeries who rode about in the night. They were known for not liking being watched while the worked."
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[18:09] * Scribbles smiled to herself. She knew how they felt, having spend several hours at a time locked away in her house to work on novels.
[18:10] * Bonnet shrugged again, "I don't have any problem with that... As long as you all have a sense of humor."
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[18:12] <Kopesh> "So you're asking us to be as secretive as possible?"
[18:13] <Celtsia> "Sounds like the graveyard shift down at homicide."
[18:13] <Celtsia> *equicide
[18:14] <~Headlong>  She nodded a little. "Yes. I'd prefer it that you speak as little as possible of what you do to others. It's... the nature of this work. Most wouldn't believe it.
[18:14] <~Headlong>  "
[18:15] <Celtsia> "Hell, /I/ hardly believe it."
[18:16] <~Headlong>  Headlong looked over to the kitchen and smiled. "Perhaps... a demonstration is in order?"
[18:16] <Celtsia> "One would be appreciated."
[18:16] * Kopesh said under his breath, "and so the stipulations begin."
[18:18] * Scribbles looked back into the kitchen and nodded. "Why not?"
[18:19] <~Headlong>  Headlong smiles. "Gridle Cakes, a duck confit, please?" Without hesitation, the buck at the counter hollared back her order and set to work.
[18:19] <Celtsia> "Well, true or not, you know the right stuff to order.
[18:19] <Celtsia> "
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[18:22] <~Headlong>  Headlong turned back to everypony at the table. "Like I said, Gridle Cakes, or as we call him when he's not around, SCP 616-1, can make anything given enough time. We aren't even sure where he gets the ingridients."
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[18:24] * Bonnet started idly on the second plate of flapjacks as she watched the explanation.
[18:25] * Giddy_Up thinks on that for a moment. "Zeberian Oolong Teacakes".
[18:26] <~Headlong>  Without skipping a beat, Gridle Cakes' throaty voice resounded from the back of the kitchen. "Oolong Tea Cakes, comin' up!" Slowly, a beautifully plated duck leg floated out of the kitchen and on to the table.
[18:30] <~Headlong>  "There you have it. SCP 616-1 at it's finest." She nudged the plate to the only carnivore at the table, who happily accepted the offering.
[18:37] <~Headlong>  Eventually, two lightly frosted Oolong Tea Cakes came floating out of the kitchen and landed in front of Giddy_Up.
[18:38] * Giddy_Up skeptically took a bite. And then finished the cake. And then ate the other one too. And ordered three more.
[18:39] <~Headlong>  Headlong smirked at him. "Perfect, yes?"
[18:39] * Giddy_Up folded his legs. "Shut up." They tasted just like his dad used to make.
[18:40] * Kopesh saw enough to get the idea, "hell, I'll give this shot for a bit."
[18:41] <~Headlong>  Headlong settled into her seat and looked around at all of them. "Wonderful. Now, you are free to go. You'll begin first thing tomorrow. Report here, and we'll take you to the office until then." She said, sliding out of the booth and adjusting he coat. "And remember, loose lips sink ships!"
[18:45] * Scribbles was the first to shift out of her seat, sending a thank you to Gridle Cakes in the back. She figured he didn't get as much appreciation as he should.
[18:46] <~Headlong>  The stallion gave Scribbles a smile. "That's very kind of you, Ms. I hope you come back, now."
[18:46] * Giddy_Up waits until the mares leave. It was a shame to let them go, but, well. He loved watching them trot away.
[18:47] * Kopesh happy to be dismissed, headed for the door.
[18:48] * Bonnet followed shortly after Scribbles, gave a polite bow to the others, and a warm smile to the chef, "The pancakes were delicious, thank you."
[18:48] <~Headlong>  Gridle Cakes bowed a little to the polite Bonnet, as she had done. "I try my best, ma'am."
[18:49] * Scribbles dropped a few bits into the jar at the front, only out of politeness, and opened the door for the others.
[18:51] <~Headlong>  Headlong departed, trotting down the street and towards the park. Celtsia eventually left and drove herself home too. After this bizarre encounter in an anomalous restaraunt, the members of The Dullahans went their separate ways and returned to their homes, to let the details of their new jobs sink in.
[18:52] * Celtsia ([email protected]) has joined #FruityRumpusAssholeFactory
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