FoE PNP G-Platypus Session 27

[21:08] <Mister_Clacky|GM> *****G-Platypus: The City of Broad Withers - Session 27*****
[21:09] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Reprieve
[21:09] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There are times, and precious few of them, where the wastes give you a chance to catch your breath.
[21:09] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Maybe unwind.
[21:09] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Maybe let your guard down.
[21:10] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Perhaps a reprieve is just what our wastelanders need.
[21:10] <Mister_Clacky|GM> *****Session Start*****
[21:10] * Blackberry_Jam takes a pensive sip of her screwdriver. "Translation?" she asks of Toil, referring to the radio message.
[21:10] * Scrap goes back to reading on the floor.
[21:11] <Mister_Clacky|GM> The group relaxes to varying degrees in Toil's office hideaway. Booze has been provided and the host lounges on one of the sofas with Thunder_Strike. "I'd guess the 'Mistress' Filly' is your girl there." She points to Snack_Cake.
[21:12] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Must think she's dead, so whoever the "Ace's in the Hole" are are being moved to population."
[21:12] <~Blackberry_Jam> "Population?" Sip.
[21:13] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "In with the other slaves."
[21:15] * Blackberry_Jam rubs her chin. "That must be the rest of Cask's family... they were using them as hostages. So... I've been meaning to ask."
[21:16] * Snack_Cake frowns. "We can't let that happen..."
[21:16] * Blackberry_Jam sips. "With Snack 'dead', what's the Mistress going to do?"
[21:18] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Wouldn't know, try to scrounge up a score some other way? Without something to show... increase in population, high profits, tech... I dunno. Mr. Butcher will probably give her the ax. At least that is what Hack thought."
[21:19] <~Blackberry_Jam> "You think she's found out by now?"
[21:23] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil rubs the rollerball over her forehead around her horn again. "About what? I mean, she obviously knows your friend is 'dead'. Those relocation orders had to come from her."
[21:24] * Blackberry_Jam siiiiips, lapping up the last bits of it. She closes her eyes, deep in thought. "Then, all we need to do is spring those slaves..."
[21:26] * Snack_Cake doesn't think it's going to be that simple.
[21:27] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "And kill Hack."
[21:27] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil has a look of absolute resolve.
[21:27] * Thunder_Strike has dozed off.
[21:28] * Blackberry_Jam has the same look as she opens her eyes. "And kill the son of a bitch."
[21:29] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Nail his eyelids to the wall, split him down the middle, and pull him out of his mangy hide."
[21:31] * Blackberry_Jam blinks. "Maybe... not -that- much... but maybe we'll just look the other way, and let you do as you please."
[21:31] * Snack_Cake gasps. That's very gruesome.
[21:34] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "I'll tell you what..." She points at Scrap. "He knocks him unconscious, I'll make it worth your while. That way I can take him with me and kill him for /days/."
[21:36] * Blackberry_Jam rubs her neck. "I... think I can get behind that plan."
[21:37] * Thunder_Strike sits up awaking suddenly. "Huh? Wha we talking about?"
[21:38] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She looks between Scrap and Blackberry_Jam. "Three hundred caps for each of ya if I get him alive to do what I please. He dies a way he doesn't suffer enough, my help is just free."
[21:38] * Scrap keeps reading, however poorly, he's trying to block out the slaver talk. That way he won't say something he shouldn't.
[21:41] * Blackberry_Jam crosses her hooves and shrugs. "No objections here... I'll be right back."
[21:41] * Blackberry_Jam trots into a vacant room for a moment.
[21:42] * Thunder_Strike "eh. Whatever." She says relaxing on the sofa again.
[21:43] * Snack_Cake doesn't like the way this conversation is going. "I... know you don't like him... but... do you have to do such horrible things to him...?"
[21:44] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil rolls to her side and looks at Snack_Cake. Being on her side instead of her back lets her hind legs close modestly. Her tail flicks back out from under her and drapes off the side beside Thunder_Strike's
[21:45] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "He tried to kill me. He /killed/ my sister. I'll carve my grief into him."
[21:49] * Blackberry_Jam trots back in, sipping up her barding and rolling up her sleeves.
[21:51] * Snack_Cake frowns. "I know why you feel that way... I just don't think you should do such horrible things... he may deserve it... but it won't make you feel any better... it might hurt you more than it hurts him."
[21:53] * Thunder_Strike looks around then rolls onto her side facing opposite of toil. She decides to just take a nap.
[21:54] * Blackberry_Jam flops back down on the couch. "Snack, let her do whatever it is that she wants."
[21:55] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil's tail twitches in mild annoyance, batting Thunder_Strike's as she's trying to catch a nap. "Maybe. But he'll die long, bad, and knowing he lied to the wrong ponies. That's good enough for me."
[21:58] * Thunder_Strike adjust as best she can but can't get comfortable. She rolls over again and cuddles toil in her sleep, it being the most comfortable.
[22:00] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil looks over her shoulder to the pegasus now using her rump as a pillow. She turns back to the others and cocks a brow. She chuckles very softly. "You ponies are something else..."
[22:02] * Blackberry_Jam lights a cigarette. "Tell me about it..."
[22:02] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil looks to Snack_Cake. "Why don't you go back? You're too... soft... for out here."
[22:03] * Thunder_Strike yawns and rests comfortably on the rump.
[22:04] * Snack_Cake glances over at Blackberry_Jam. "I don't want to leave my friends without any help..."
[22:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She leans back. "No offense, but they seem pretty capable." Her horn glows lightly.
[22:06] * Blackberry_Jam returns the gaze.
[22:07] * Blackberry_Jam says nothing.
[22:08] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Thunder_Strike's mane glows faintly, the magic clearing it of tangles. Toil continues to eye Snack_Cake. "I mean, that's noble or whatever, I guess."
[22:10] * Snack_Cake doesn't really have a counter to that, other than to say, "...It would make me feel terrible to just... leave them. To do nothing..."
[22:11] * Thunder_Strike has a very tangled mane from all the wind caused by flying. It's stuck in a blast back effect from the wind too.
[22:12] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "For shits and giggles, they're all dead, or safe somewhere, or whatever. What do /you/ do." Thunder_Strike's mane continues to slowly yeild to the uninvasive magic. Soon it will be clean and straight enough for a proper braid. The other mare had a braid.
[22:14] * Snack_Cake has a pretty horrified look on her face. "I don't... I couldn't even think of something like that! They... they're all I have, now..."
[22:16] * Thunder_Strike opens an eye for a moment from feeling very slight tugging of loosening tangles. But she's asleep instantly again.
[22:19] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil's mane manipulations are practiced, second-nature, and relaxing. Once the mane is clean and straight, it starts being woven. She sighs. "I know that feeling..."
[22:20] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Still. Having a safe place to go back to. That's something."
[22:21] * Snack_Cake doesn't say anything further. She definitely looks sad, though.
[22:22] * Thunder_Strike smiles a little in her sleep, cuddling Toil's comfy rump.
[22:33] * North_Star took to a little private time with him, a cloth, and his rifle when he heard the transimission. He hated it when things changed, but it was better than finding out right before they stormed the place.
[22:34] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  A drawer slides open nearby and a small length of ribbon floats out. Toil ties off Thunder_Strike's new braid.
[22:38] * Thunder_Strike is sleeping so she doesn't really know she has a braid. Though her messy tangled tail doesn't really go with the braid.
[22:39] * Blackberry_Jam yawns. She leafs through the Modern Mare she picked up ages ago.
[22:39] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  A second ribbon floats out and lays over Toil's foreleg. Her magic begins working out Thunder_Strike's tail.
[22:41] * North_Star can be heard opening the rifle's lever-action to clean the reciever.
[22:42] * Thunder_Strike leg twitches a bit and thunder still has a smile on her face. She seems to be enjoying the manecure. Or she's having a good dream.
[22:44] * Blackberry_Jam turns the page slowly, deliberately. "So... Toil, you never did answer my question. How long ago did you meet my father?"
[22:45] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil brings her hoof to her chin. "We were young, a long time ago."
[22:46] * Blackberry_Jam frowns. "Were there any mares with him?"
[22:48] * North_Star reclaims his seat on the couch, leaning his squeaky clean rifle against the armrest.
[22:49] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Yeah, I think there was. A nurse maybe. She spent more time with Trouble. The doctor was busy having it out with our master."
[22:51] * Thunder_Strike yawns and wakes up again. "Huh?" She rubs an eye not raising up until she notices where she has cuddled against. She quickly sits up. "Oh, sorry." She says to toil not really noticing the braids.
[22:52] * Blackberry_Jam lowers her gaze. "She didn't look like me, did she?"
[22:55] * Snack_Cake gives Blackberry_Jam a curious glance.
[22:55] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil looks Blackberry_Jam over intently. "I don't know. Maybe? I just remember a mare in a white coat. Mane up in a bun... "
[22:57] * North_Star looks up from the open Grenade Rifle in his hooves to Blackberry_Jam.
[22:59] * Blackberry_Jam frowns. "Kind of... magenta color? Leaves on her flank?
[23:02] * Thunder_Strike rubs her eyes again, then looks around the room. And feels the braid flick around. "Hmm? Did somepony braid my mane?" She asks looking at then all
[23:02] <~Blackberry_Jam> "Thick-rimmed glasses?"
[23:04] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Yeah, I think so. She snuck Trouble two candies when the master was getting an ear full from the doc."
[23:04] * Blackberry_Jam gives a faint, distant smile. "Raspberry... must have been, what, nine or ten years ago?"
[23:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Guess so. A bit after our cutie marks, so yeah, ten years or so." She nods.
[23:06] * Blackberry_Jam turns away, and opens the "Corpus Hippocrates." "Yeah, that was her."
[23:08] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "She something to ya?"
[23:09] <~Blackberry_Jam> "Sister."
[23:10] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  frowns. "That nasty business Downtown..."
[23:10] * Blackberry_Jam nods slowly. "Yeah... That's pretty much it."
[23:13] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "You get the guy?" She levitates a drink to herself.
[23:14] * Thunder_Strike "I guess it braided itself." She says then lays back down on toil. "Sorry toil, your just to comfy to resist."
[23:16] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil's tail slips around to rest on Thunder_Strike's withers. "It's fine. And I did it, force of habit really."
[23:19] * Thunder_Strike smiles at toil. "Thanks. I like the braid. Plus the blast back look was getting old." She says closing her eyes again, she's not sleeping though.
[23:21] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil's tail strokes Thunder_Strike absentmindedly.
[23:23] * North_Star takes off his hat and pats his hat-mane. Eh, it's fine.
[23:23] * Blackberry_Jam fixes another screwdriver. She knows her mane looks fabulous.
[23:24] * Snack_Cake starts playing with her PipBuck. Most notably, she switches back to the normal radio station. Maybe some songs will help lighten the mood.
[23:25] * Scrap while the others are talking, gets up and walks over to Strawberry_Daiquiri. "How are you doing?"
[23:25] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The PipBuck blares a song about respect and being yourself. "RE! SPECT! TROT! You talkin' to me!"
[23:26] * Strawberry_Daiquiri turning to look at Scrap "I am all right I guess"
[23:27] * North_Star slides a grenade into the weapon in his hooves and closes the breech with a 'Click'
[23:27] * Blackberry_Jam plays with the magazine catch on her shotgun a little, mostly out of boredom.
[23:27] * Strawberry_Daiquiri "Is threre anything you need?"
[23:28] <Scrap> "No, I just wanted to make sure you're alright. I am responsible for you afterall."
[23:29] * Blackberry_Jam mutters something under her breath about medical supplies.
[23:30] * North_Star draws his pistol, now working on cleaning the power and dust out of it.
[23:32] * Thunder_Strike starts to fall asleep again from the stroking. "So tired.... Almost blown up.... Tired...." She says slowly starting to doze off.
[23:38] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil rolls her neck, she lays her head down without shifting her rump too much. "Big day tomorrow, I need to recover my stamina."
[23:39] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  *****Session End*****
[23:39] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  1000 xp, no karma changes.