FoE PNP Group Unlucky 13 Session 51

[14:36] <TenMihara|GM> *****PnP Group 13, Hoofington Sucks: Session 51*****
[14:37] <TenMihara|GM> Freedom.
[14:37] <TenMihara|GM> For many, it means the ability to do what they want, when they want, how they want
[14:38] <TenMihara|GM> Some, like raiders, take it to the extremes. Completely free even from morality
[14:39] <TenMihara|GM> Others see freedom as an evil, as demonstrated by those like raiders
[14:39] <TenMihara|GM> Some people don't have freedom at all, like those taken or sold into slavery
[14:40] <TenMihara|GM> Others don't want freedom, and are content to live their lives without any liberties, so long as they stay alive
[14:40] <TenMihara|GM> What is the proper balance? Between freedom and restriction?
[14:41] <TenMihara|GM> How much freedom does anyone really have?
[14:41] <TenMihara|GM> Will our wastelanders ever be free themselves?
[14:41] <TenMihara|GM> I guess we'll find out...
[14:41] <TenMihara|GM> *****Session Begins*****
[14:45] <TenMihara|GM> After decimating the remnants of Gilford's Talon company, Razor ran off, to be chased down by Missile and Rime, who had words for her. Now, the trek to the Society can resume.
[14:46] * Rime rubs at her bloodstained nose as she rides on Razor's back.
[14:47] * Green_Field while waiting for the others to figure out their emotions, starts to loot the corpses scattered about.
[14:47] * Harmony sits in silence, thinking... It couldn't possibly be her mother. There's... no... way.
[14:48] * Proverb is looking over her newly-aquired SVD with a critical eye, looking to see if she could find where it was made at. She still has her wing around Harmony too.
[14:48] <TenMihara|GM> Proverb would guess, given that it was found in a military convoy, that it dates back to the war time.
[14:49] * Proverb is looking for the location, not the timeperiod.
[14:50] * Razor takes a bit of time to return with Rime and Missile_Rush. She's not really hurrying to get back to the others.
[14:52] <TenMihara|GM> If Proverb had any knowledge of pre-war serial numbers, she would be able to see that this gun was produced in the Ironshod Firearms facility in Fillydelphia
[14:53] * Green_Field checks the traincar for any good loot after he's done looking over the bodies for loot.
[14:53] * Logic just kind of... Stands there for a little while. He didn't really know quite what to do with himself.
[14:53] * Proverb smiles lightly. Same place her old rifle had been made, and it served her well. She slings the sniper, rubbing Harmony's back with her wing gently.
[14:57] * Rime wonders idly if she could sneak a smoke before they rejoin, bit decides against it.
[14:58] <TenMihara|GM> The raiders had apparently been hoarding their spoils in the cattlecar. The raiders' armour isn't really better than what their ilk usually carries, and the weapons are a bit beat up form lack of maintenance, but they are good weapons:
[15:06] * Missile_Rush trots along silently. He seems to have a lot on his mind.
[15:09] <TenMihara|GM> 4 Service Rifles (80%), 1 Battle rifle (70%), 2 .45 Auto Pistols (80%), 1 .45 SMG/Tommy Gun with a drum instead of a magazine (60%)
[15:10] <TenMihara|GM> There's a stockpile of caps and a few ammo boxes, and also food and water that looks like nopoyn in their right mind should be drinking it, in addition to the typical raider decor.
[15:14] * Green_Field takes the caps and checks in the ammo boxes.
[15:14] <TenMihara|GM> Daisy quickly turns green at the sight of the raider decor and excuses herself from the inside of the cattlecar
[15:15] <TenMihara|GM> She then goes to throw up behind one of the boxcars
[15:16] * Green_Field is, not surprisingly, not bothered by the decor and is instead reminded of his own self loathing as he finds the decor a little nostalgic.
[15:23] * Green_Field after taking everything of value, gives the place another look over for anything potentially missed and head back outside.
[15:23] <Green_Field> heads*
[15:24] <TenMihara|GM> The caps total 563, and the ammo boxes contain a total of: 104 5.56 rounds, 60 .45 Auto Rounds, and 12 .308 Rounds.
[15:25] * Proverb looks over to Green_Field. "What ya find?"
[15:29] * Green_Field checks on Daisy first.
[15:30] <TenMihara|GM> Daisy is wiping a bit of sick from her muzzle
[15:31] * Green_Field puts a hoof on her withers. "You gonna be ok?"
[15:31] * Rime reclines against Razor's neck. Things are alright in her little piece of the wasteland.
[15:32] <TenMihara|GM> Daisy nods, giving him a weak smile. She kicks some dirt over the bile and writes 'Just so long as I don't have to go back in there.'
[15:33] * Missile_Rush frowns. All is /not/ alright in his world. He'd been so sure of where to go from here. Now, his certainty is cast into doubt.
[15:33] * Green_Field smiles of. "Of course not. We should be moving out now anyway." He turns to Proverb. "How much ammo do you need?"
[15:34] <Proverb> "You get any .308s out of there?"
[15:34] * Green_Field tosses her the box of 12 .308 rounds.
[15:35] * Harmony frowns. "So... what is our next move? More information... perhaps infiltration?"
[15:35] * Proverb smiles at Green_Field, tucking them into her packs.
[15:36] * Proverb nods to Harmony. "I infiltrated them once before, shouldn't be too hard to do it again."
[15:46] * Rime ventures a glance over to Missile_Rush. What is Sparky's deal? She just doesn't get how he thinks. Or who he thinks he is. Making Razor carry his shit... Razor's nopony's packmule! She squirms in deeper between her shoulderblades, Razor's back surprisingly comfortable.
[15:47] * Missile_Rush is staring ahead, face frowning.
[15:48] * Razor doesn't pretend to understand Missile_Rush either, but she can still respect him... when he's not being dumb.
[15:51] * Missile_Rush doesn't divulge what's on his mind, choosing instead to mask himself with that frown of his. It was always safer to keep his own heart close to himself.
[15:52] * Rime glances over again. But fuck if the buck couldn't look miserable. "Why the long face, Sparky? I can't hear myself think over the sound of you being a bitch."
[15:54] * Logic pops open his book and wanders to the railroad wagon to read.
[15:57] * Missile_Rush doesn't look in Rime's direction. "Get some earplugs, then."
[16:02] * Razor sighs. "How old are you two again? Because by the sound of it, my best guess is something less than 5!"
[16:03] * Missile_Rush says nothing, continuing forward. He's content to be silent.
[16:04] * Rime "I'm /trying/ to be nice. So... like... I had this little robot. Tried to clean stuff, suck up all the shit it could find. But then sometimes it would just, like, shut down. It got too full of shit. If you don't dump your shit out, you're going to shut down."
[16:06] * Missile_Rush furrows his brow. "But I'm not a robot, am I?"
[16:07] * Rime snorts, a few stubborn flecks blowing skyward. "Could have fooled me. Come on. That metaphor was fucking magnificent. What's got your junk in a vice?"
[16:09] * Missile_Rush doesn't answer directly. "We need to get back to the group."
[16:10] * Rime "We're /walking/ that way, aren't we? You don't have to use your lips to trot. I'm /really/ trying to give a shit here, cause Razor says I should lighten up on you."
[16:11] * Missile_Rush "Worry about yourself."
[16:13] * Rime spits off to the side, it isn't as satisfying without tabacco. "Fine. That was the... stick thing... with the leaves? That thing you extend in peace or whatever. That was it. You mope and I'll worry about watching Razor's back." She rolls over to face the other side and wraps her forelegs around her neck.
[16:17] * Missile_Rush has no idea what Rime is talking about, and doesn't reply. He will do what he must with his own life, and he knows that Razor and Rime must do the same with theirs. He picks up his pace a bit, heading back to the group.
[16:19] * Green_Field looks at Harmony and Proverb. "So, what are we doing next?"
[16:19] * Rime lets her head rest against Razor's neck while her long strides eat up the distance back to the group. She thinks she can see them up ahead.
[16:23] * Harmony shakes her head. "I am... unsure."
[16:24] * Proverb chews on her lip a bit. "I... well, I dunno either."
[16:24] * Missile_Rush gestures ahead. "We're back."
[16:26] * Razor steels herself when she sees the group. No matter how she feels, she has an image to maintain!
[16:27] * Logic is reading his book, like always. He peeks over the pages to see the newcomers. "Hey, Rime." He said chipperly. "Hey other guy." He said to Missile, maybe a bit dismissively. "Hey Razor." He mostly said to himself, trying to stay out of eye contact with the mare.
[16:28] * Missile_Rush steps forward and speaks to the group. He is currently dressed in a business pony's suit and bowtie, though it's got a bloody stain where Rime blew her nose on it. He nods in acknowledgement of Logic's greeting before speaking to the others. "Have you discovered anything?"
[16:29] * Green_Field stares at Missile_Rush a moment. "What the fuck are you wearing and why is there blood on it?"
[16:30] * Rime looks over to Green_Field, her muzzle stained red. "Cause he busted my nose."
[16:32] * Harmony frowns, thinking. "If we could get one of us in, and looking like one of the Society, we may be able to find out how to handle this... but I am not sure that is possible."
[16:32] * Logic went to go back to his book, but that little snippet got him to perk his ears up over his book. And then he began to glare at Missile.
[16:32] * Green_Field looks at Rime then at Missile_Rush, not happy at all to hear that. "He did what!?"
[16:33] * Rime points to her bloodied muzzle. "Busted my nose." The pointing hoof is bloodstained too.
[16:33] * Missile_Rush resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Do I really need to explain myself? What does it look like I'm wearing?" He turns to Logic and Green_Field.  "More accurately, she ran into me and busted her nose herself. I had nothing to do with it." he turns back and glares at Rime. "Don't obfuscate the truth."
[16:34] * Rime "You dropped out of the sky in front of Razor running full tilt! I was a blameless passenger! Don't use big words to try and shift blame, Sparky."
[16:35] * Razor rolls her eyes. "She has a point, Sparky. You made some dumb choices there."
[16:36] * Missile_Rush frowns. "All the same, I did not bust her nose on purpose. And I've said my apologies."
[16:37] * Green_Field lets out a relieved sigh, it wasn't willful, stupid and imcompatant, but not willful. He looks at Rime. "Is it still bleeding?"
[16:38] * Rime hops down from Razor's back. "Nah, I pinched it off and it stopped after a while. Just kinda messy there for a bit." She points her muzzle up to him so he can see. "I don't think it's crooked or anything."
[16:40] * Missile_Rush turns his head to the side, a slight indignation creeping into his expression. What was the point of that? Why did this Rime have to make him look worse than he already did?
[16:40] * Missile_Rush "In case it didn't come across the first time, Rime, I'm sorry."
[16:41] * Green_Field looks her nose over, just to be sure. "No, it's fine."
[16:43] * Logic frowned, then went back to reading. Do not make angry a unicorn that can turn you into an owl.
[16:44] * Rime waves a dismissive hoof to Missile_Rush as she nods to Green_Field. She turns to face the pegasus stallion. "It's fine. Not crooked or nothing." She may feel a /bit/, just /marginally/, a /nearly imperceptible/ bit bad about /kinda/ insinuating it was anything less than an accident.
[16:45] * Razor gives a glance around, impatiently. "Are we ready to leave yet? I don't want to be here anymore."
[16:46] * Missile_Rush nods curtly as he turns to the others, and to Green_Field in particular. "You mentioned that we were off to the Society. I went to retrieve this suit in hopes that I might be able to infiltrate it somehow. I'm not so stupid as to think that it's a convincing disguise, but this is what I have to offer."
[16:50] * Green_Field speaks neutrally. Missle may have gotten off on the wrong hoof with him, but he might still have a decent idea. "If you need your appreance changed to get in, I can help you there."
[16:51] * Rime moves over to sit beside Logic, leaning her shoulder on his. "Iunno. Maybe if you have the caps to flash they won't care. But what good does it do to get just one of us in?"
[16:52] * Missile_Rush 's expression softens as he turns to Green_Field. "Will you please help me?" His voice is quieter, and he does his best to sound sincere. He does, after all, need as much help as he can get. And how can he ignore his own advice after telling Razor not to abandon other ponies who were offering help?
[16:53] <Green_Field> "Rime has a point. What is your plan?"
[16:53] * Logic puts his head over hers and nuzzles her gently. 'Hey, Rime, check this shit out. You know how memories are sort of fungible?"
[16:53] * Harmony nods, small smile on her face. "That may work, if we were to give you our caps, you would certainly hold the appearance of being one of them... that is," she looks to Razor. "If he can be trusted with our caps."
[16:53] * Rime looks over to Logic with a cocked brow. "... Brains are like mushrooms?"
[16:58] * Logic flips a couple of pages over and shows her a diagram. "Nah, I'm saying that with Astral's behavioral hyperplasticity enchantment in place, you can place a cognitive displacement imbuement into just about any form of solid matter!"
[16:59] * Proverb blinks at Logic. "Equestrian please."
[17:00] * Logic smiles. "I can totally throw a memory orb enchantment onto her teddy bear bombs to screw with magic users!"
[17:01] * Rime squints, her brain trying to follow the arcane science speak. She failed to program her robots not to kill her, her arcane science is not her strong suit. "Oh. Yay!" Roll with it, Rime, roll with it. "You're a genius!" She gives him a peck on the cheek.
[17:05] * Logic seems actually pretty giddy. "I wanna try it soon!" The way he was speaking, he was ten years younger and wanting to show off a new toy.
[17:06] * Missile_Rush turns to Green_Field. "One thing, first. Assuming I was able to successfully infiltrate the Society, would it be possible at all for me to be in contact with you without detection?"
[17:08] * Rime smiles. "Sure. We'll play with your idea as soon as we can get alone with access to a workbench."
[17:10] <Green_Field> "For what purpose?"
[17:12] * Logic hesitates, and then gives Rime a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." He seemed to calm down a little after that.
[17:14] * Rime shifts a bit, sinking down enough so she can rest her head on Logic's shoulder while she observes the others and their planning.
[17:15] * Missile_Rush "We need to first confirm whether this Silver Lining figure is indeed the one behind the bounty. If we're to plan anything that doesn't involve having our own severed heads shoved up our own tailholes, we need information. Infiltration or no, if I get in there'd only be so much I could really do on your behalf. But if I can get that information to you quickly, you can act accordingly."
[17:18] * Green_Field pauses, looking down withhis eyes looking around, siftingthrough scenariosand options. He looks back an shakes his head alittle. "Not that I can think of. At least not covertly.Logic, do you know of a way?"
[17:21] * Rime looks Missile_Rush over while he talks to Green_Field. She starts digging in hersaddlebag, pulling out a pair of pre-war jackets. She grabs a sleeve from each in each forehoof and brings them into her line of sight over Missile_Rush's suit.
[17:21] * Logic 's eyes dart from side to side. "Uh. I don't know. I was studying instead of trying tothink of any way to pull an infiltration job." He closes his textbook and ponders for a bit. "We need information on Silver Lining. Correct?"[17:22] * Proverb nods to Logic. "Yeah... does anypony happen to have two-way radios?"
[17:23] * Missile_Rush is oblivious to whatever RIme is doing as he speaks up. "If I might propose something?" He turns to Green_Field. "Tell me, what do you know of ciphers?"
[17:25] <Green_Field> "I've used codes in the past. How are you going to get the messages to us though?"
[17:26] * Logic ponders for a little while. "It depends on how much time you want to take, but I could theoretically keep telepathic contact for a little while." He blinks. "Oh. And I could totally transmogrify into somepony else for a little while."
[17:27] * Razor starts impatiently scratching the ground with a hoof. "Can we talk and move? I don't. Want. To be here. Anymore!"
[17:27] * Logic nods, closes his book, and puts it away.
[17:28] * Missile_Rush nods. "We can talk as we keep going."
[17:28] * Harmony nods, continuing along towards Elysium.
[17:29] * Proverb starts trotting again, following after Harmony.
[17:30] * Rime contemplates Missile_Rush's abused jacket. She could take the darker old jacket and cut it into fashionable patches for the elbows. That would give her fabric to seemlessly patch some of the worn bi.... Fuck! They're leaving! She throws the jackets over her back. "Hey! Slow up!"
[17:30] * Green_Field starts following, making sure that Daisy is with him.
[17:31] * Logic walks ant talks, catching up with Rime. "So, yeah. Tell me if and when you want it, Harmony."
[17:32] * Missile_Rush turns to Harmony. "You know the Society best. How would a band of ponies like ourselves not appear out of place within the Society's ranks?"
[17:32] * Rime mumbles as she fusses with the stallion-sized jackets, trying to get them in her packs but continually tripping over them as she tries to walk and cram at the same time.
[17:34] * Harmony frowns. "If you have caps, look wealthy, and speak in a dignified manner, you will fit in." She nods. "If we had the proper attire, as it seems you have a suit... and I have dress, we would be able to have two of us pass for one of them."
[17:34] * Green_Field uses his magic to help Rime cram and listens to the planning.
[17:35] * Rime ears perk. "His suit looks like piss, and can you really dress up and not look like you? Unless they are throwing a mascarade ball, I think you're out."
[17:36] * Proverb raises her hoof timidly. "I'll go."
[17:36] <Green_Field> "I can make you look however you want."
[17:37] * Missile_Rush closes his eyes in thought. "The first thing I can manage, if you are willing to lend me caps...I can assure you that I will keep them safe." He opens them. "Didn't you mention that the Society used slave labor? Perhaps I could convince them that you were slaves under my employ?"
[17:38] * Harmony shakes her head. "I do not think it will fit you... though perhaps it would fit Razor."
[17:39] * Missile_Rush frowns. "Not fit me? What do you mean?"
[17:39] * Proverb nudges Harmony. "But... I got in before!"
[17:39] * Rime runs the mental image of Razor and Missile_Rush going together to a ball... "Won't work. Razor can't pretend to be high class. I can alter the dress and fix Missile's suit. A pair of dashites is more believeable anyway."
[17:39] <Harmony> "The dress." She turns to Proverb. "This is different. Did you actually talk to anypony, or did you only -sneak-?"
[17:40] <Proverb> "Sneak... but I want to help!"
[17:42] * Harmony sighs. "Perhaps. Green_Field, you said you can change one's appearance?"
[17:42] * Missile_Rush blinks. Oh. So Harmony wasn't talking to him.
[17:43] <Green_Field> "Yes, that spell is meant for far more than simply giving a pony a tongue."
[17:43] * Harmony thought it was fairly obvious given that she was talking about a dress. Unless Missile likes that.
[17:43] * Missile_Rush had thought Harmony had meant "not fit you" as in "not fitting in".
[17:44] * Harmony smiles. "That will work then." She looks to Missile_Rush. "So then, Missile and I shall infiltrate Elysium, Proverb may cover us, and... everypony else?"
[17:45] * Proverb nods to Harmony. "So I'm sneaking in with you?"
[17:45] <Green_Field> "Unless, you can get me in by saying I'm your doctor, I'll wait outside."
[17:45] * Harmony nods. "If you can, yes... but keep your distance."
[17:46] * Missile_Rush ponders. "How would Proverb manage to sneak in, though?"
[17:46] * Razor doesn't like this plan, at all! "Not even half of us can get in with you. Why do you think this is a good plan, again?"
[17:46] * Harmony rolls her eyes. "This is why we are discussing."
[17:47] <Proverb> "I did it before, shouldn't be too hard. I managed to pose as one of the guards last time."
[17:48] * Harmony blinks. "Idea." She smiles. "Guards. If we were to act as traveling merchants, we could pass as belonging to the Society. Given we have the caps, and the lead merchants look the part."
[17:53] * Rime "And we just happen to have found a bunch of shit. Find a wagon and we could be just looking to score some more merch before hitting the circuit again."
[17:53] * Missile_Rush reflects upon that. "All we lack is a wagon."
[17:55] <Green_Field> "Harmony, what are the odds of them telling the rest of us to wait while the two of you are the only one's allowed in?"
[17:56] * Harmony shrugs. "There may be a chance, but I cannot say for certain."
[17:57] <Green_Field> "Well, that spell has a time limit. How hard would it for me to be to get in by being your doctor. Perhaps one of you could be sick. I have doctors fatigues, I could cast clean and they'd look just fine."
[17:59] <Harmony> "That will most likely work, as long as the sickness is non-communicable. Something that will not 'offend' those of the Society."
[18:01] * Rime "Could give Sparky a big cut. Something that would need to be watched for infection... but something that doesn't heal well with magic... Maybe a MEW burn?"
[18:02] <Green_Field> "That's doable, I can just make you look a little gaunt and weak. That way if we hit the time limit, we can go somewhere private by saying that you need to so I can do what I need to and then just cast the spell again.""
[18:03] * Missile_Rush nods. "Certainly a wise plan. My only qualm is whether the Society will be open to our deception if we do appear physically weak. What of something more frivolous, more befitting of something as hoity-toity as the Society? Gout, perhaps?"
[18:04] * Rime "You'd be the only weak looking one, Sparky. The rest of us can be our vibrant selves." She gives a hop and scrabbles up onto Razor's back.
[18:05] <Green_Field> "Perhaps. Just something that needs routine medical care and is preferably visible."
[18:06] * Missile_Rush turns to Rime. "That's not the point. The point is that appearances go a long way. Rich or no being able to appear as picture-perfect as we can might go a long ways towards a good deception. Especially if the Society is as uptight as it is said to be." He turns to Green_Field. "I could limp occasionally. Or would that be too subtle?"
[18:07] * Harmony raises an eyebrow. "I would also need to be disguised by Green's spell."
[18:08] * Missile_Rush ponders. "Does your dress, by any chance, have a veil?"
[18:08] * Harmony shakes her head.
[18:08] <Green_Field> "Rime could make one perhaps."
[18:10] * Rime nods. "Yeah, I could do that, sure. But as long as /one/ of you pair looks healthy, the other can look real bad for the desception, right? If Harmony is the voice of the caravan, and she's healthy, her husband can be all sick, and nopony will give a fuck, right? As long as the leader is strong."
[18:11] * Missile_Rush frowns. "There is solidarity in numbers. One mare, speaking for a group that appears dubious at best? No, I think it's wiser to have two at least speaking together."
[18:12] * Harmony frowns. "A veil would be a weak disguise... a spell would be better."
[18:12] * Rime rolls to her back, her head lolling off Razor's shoulders. "I'd think they'd /like/ a strict one leader hierarchy, but Harmony's the expert on the fuckall they think."
[18:12] <Green_Field> "Yes, but keep in mind that Harmony will be the one I will need to cast the spell on. So she's the one I need to beable to go off in private with. If they let her come with us for his care without suspicion, that will work, but the easiest way to have Harmony be the sick one."
[18:14] * Missile_Rush nods in concurrence.
[18:14] * Razor rolls her eyes. "Why don't I just walk up and ask her to lie down and die? That sounds like it'd be more likely to work than this!"
[18:16] * Harmony shakes her head. "Because there is no way we would survive. The Society has many guards, and they are well-armed."
[18:18] * Missile_Rush closes his eyes. "All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable." He tests his own voice and attempts a Braytish accent. He does, after all, need to maintain the image. He tries it in his muzzle to see how it fits.
[18:19] <Green_Field> "If you want us to look to weak to attack, why are you worried about making us appeare strong?"
[18:19] <Green_Field> too weak*
[18:20] * Missile_Rush opens his eyes. "I don't. I was testing a voice is all."
[18:23] * Rime sighs. "I think... I stopped following what the plan is... We're merchants, with at least one sick boss and low supplies. We're there to restock. Once we're in... what?"
[18:26] * Razor sighs and shakes her head. "It's called sarcasm! It means 'your plan sucks and won't ever work'!"
[18:29] * Missile_Rush looks up. "At any rate, it's true that we need to act quickly. Do we trust ourselves to make this work? Or do we stay mired in indecision forever?"
[18:30] <Green_Field> "It's a good a plan as any. Better than just storming the gate. We need to start making preperations."
[18:34] * Missile_Rush nods. "Let's begin, then."
[18:36] * Rime huffs. "Well, we need to get somewhere I can work if I'm doing alterations at all to any clothing."
[21:54] <TenMihara> *****End Session*****
[21:55] <TenMihara> Rewards: 1500 Experience