Deadlands - Tartarus on Equestria: #001

[2015-03-14 20:35:43]<Golden_Brass>	A cloaked figure sits in the town square, hooves brought up beneath its hood and a small receptacle laid open to receive donations. The haunting sound of a harmonica emits from within the dimness of its cloak.
[2015-03-14 20:38:41]*	Marshal_Cookies the sun rises over a flat sun caked land, dust storms swirl and dance about as the sun rises to illuminate a dark shape on the horizion. A tall platue with siluets of small lean tos organized at the top. The ponies of the town, Shiitake flats are just starting to move about with the night guard at the blockades exteghising their torches before being relived by the morning shift.
[2015-03-14 20:39:58]<Marshal_Cookies>	In the distance, but growing by the second comes another shape. Small at first it grows until it becomes obvious and more defined, a sky ship of some desinge. Activity in the town picks up quickly as the Town wakes up to the news of a visitor from the sky. Luckily they know this is no attack, but a deliver.
[2015-03-14 20:44:14]*	Golden_Brass plays a tune she picked-up from a beat-up little burgh in the Great Basin. She watches and listens as the settlement stirs at the sight of the distant airship.
[2015-03-14 20:47:37]*	Bellator pulls down her hat as the skyship's arrival wakes her up from her nap in a dark secluded corner. Shaking off and stretching, she watches the ship come into town with some curiousity.
[2015-03-14 20:48:54]*	Azshkazar wakes up to the sound of stirring hooves in the camp where she had slept. She looks up, and sees the airship.
[2015-03-14 20:49:03]*	Nutmeg_Oil pilots good ol' Shy Dandelion. The aged brass-colored airship has a rounded art-deco hull resembling a small boat, topped by a weathered, patched up vaguely blue baloon that in a metal frame. Two propeller engines are near the back to each side, as well as a gun turret on one side.
[2015-03-14 20:51:04]<Hummel>	A hooded foreigner trots upon the sleepy city gates, duster flapping with the dirt and dust rised from the badlands...his hooves were dirty with the mud of the wastes. The pony stood for a bit before moving himself in, a symbol of the old world across his back, a star which used to mean so much to ponies...but the sun there had a twist, a crack colored in crimson on the middle. Hummel coldly scoured the city, this is where his travels led him to.
[2015-03-14 20:53:14]<Nutmeg_Oil>	The ship starts to descend gently as it nears the town. He smiles to the passenger with him. "We are almost there. How did you like the ride?"
[2015-03-14 20:53:43]*	Marshal_Cookies One tired guard pauses to listen to the harmonica and looks like he is about to spare some scrap before being distracte dby the ship. Trotting off to join anoher group  clearning a space in the gathering ponies so they can catch the securring ropes from the ship Golden brass will be getting no tips this morning.
[2015-03-14 20:55:19]*	Golden_Brass shrugs internally as the guardsman passes on giving a tip. She's used to that sort of thing.
[2015-03-14 20:55:28]*	Emerald_Rose walks into town, the sound of her horse shoes clicking against the stones in the dirt as she walked toward the town gates. Her duster idly moves in the wind as walks. On one hip a pistol can be seen, on the other, the hilt of a blade. Her cowpony hat is pulled low over her head, though the red of her mane and tail can be seen in the early light, with the emerald of her fur peeking through.
[2015-03-14 20:55:39]*	Marshal_Cookies the mechanic taps his hooves on the floor of the ship and smiles as he looks out at the approching town, "I have to say its been the smoothest ride I have had yet on a delivery for an instalation job, pretty quick as well. Supprised we didnt have more trouble than we did. Your well worht the pay.... but im not sure i can afford the trip back may try and caravan up with some traders in town"
[2015-03-14 20:55:43]<Golden_Brass>	The bundled-up pony continues playing as she watches.
[2015-03-14 20:57:46]*	Marshal_Cookies A somewhat distracted town gaurd leves a shotgun in a threatening way at Hummul and the cowpony hat wearing Emarald rose who is close behind him, "Hold up there you two, state your buisness. You looking to stir up trouble or are you here to trade?"
[2015-03-14 20:59:45]*	Marshal_Cookies The town gard stand behind a barrel high road barricade of scarp that keeps ponies from driving up into the town and is dressed in a leather shirt
[2015-03-14 21:00:59]*	Marshal_Cookies Golden Brass and Bellator can here whispers of ponies around them as they watch the ship come in, Shops start opening early in respone to the activity and as the sun continues to climb it seems nearly all of the 200 something souls living on the Platue are awake.
[2015-03-14 21:02:02]*	Hummel glowers a bit at the guardpony, but maintains his composture. "Trade." The pony simply answers. "My skills are on the market, means to an end..." His voice is calm and unchanging, almost monotonous. "The reason I'm here is to help, I mean no harm to the likes of you dlligent citizens..."
[2015-03-14 21:02:21]*	Golden_Brass quietly slips her harmonica into a pocket and dons her saddlebags, getting-up and looking for a good vantage point from which to see what the crowd is gathered for. She has a hunch, though...
[2015-03-14 21:02:38]*	Emerald_Rose slowly lifts a hoof to raise her cowpony hat so she can look the guard in the eye. "I'm always interested in trade, though I'm afraid I'd be buying more than selling." She gives a friendly smile, her red mane coming down from her hat in little crimson ringlets. Her silver eyes are friendly.
[2015-03-14 21:03:03]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Well, that's a shame. Shy wouldn't mind the company. You've been a good passenger yourself." Nutmeg says, cordially. "Ah'll help you with the cargo once we land."
[2015-03-14 21:03:34]*	Bellator stretches out her leathery wings and takes to the air, gliding down to ground level as quietly as she can. She re-adjusts her hat to cover her eyes and ears as much as she can, and folds her wings in tightly. Not much of a cover up, but it was better than nothing; with any luck her blue-grey coat and deep purple mane would let her blend in. With that she trotted to see all the commotion around the airship.
[2015-03-14 21:06:05]*	Marshal_Cookies Golden Brass sees the ballooned vessile glide into place over the cleared patch of rock and dirt, some ponies are already starting to leave the crowd but one pony in paticular Seems exceptionally excited, a mare standing at a small trader stand with eyes as wide as pie trays. Bellator can here her ultrasonic squee of happiness from across town.
[2015-03-14 21:07:20]*	Marshal_Cookies The passanger nods his head, "Mighty fine of you to do so, I see why your so highly recomended. Need any help securing when we dock?"
[2015-03-14 21:07:23]*	Azshkazar dusts herself off, gets up, and approaches the airship.
[2015-03-14 21:08:04]*	Golden_Brass keeps an eye -- or an ear, as the case may be -- on the squee-ing mare.
[2015-03-14 21:09:06]*	Marshal_Cookies the town Guard nods and lowers the shotgun by a few inches and assumes a more relaxed pose, "Right.... ok you two seem to be ok, you can head on in but dont try making any trouble now ya here? Keep your weapons in your holsters and enjoy your visit to Shiitake flats". turning around he waves a hoof to signal gaurds further up the path of the hoof traffic.
[2015-03-14 21:10:54]*	Emerald_Rose smiles and nods to the guard. "Thank you. Pleasant days and calm nights." She walks into town, putting on her sunglasses as she walks past.
[2015-03-14 21:13:09]*	Marshal_Cookies the Stall operater is moving quickly, first she starts to swipe the goods on display into a lock box of some sort attached to a pony pulled car behind her before breaking down the stand itself. Obviously some sort of traveling trader the presence of the ship seems to have her very excited! maybe even Nervouscited!
[2015-03-14 21:13:35]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"That'd be appreciated." He nods, slowly lowering the ship to the ground on a clear area.
[2015-03-14 21:13:37]*	Bellator tries to blend into the gathered crowd, taking glancing looks at the gathered ponies lest someone notice her eyes.
[2015-03-14 21:14:18]*	Hummel nodded in answer and nonchalantly makes his way in, the pony takes a bit of his time to size up Emerald_Rose, giving a polite nod from one seasoned wanderer to another. The commando makes his way around the place, he knew that Shiitake was faring well, a bit too well...this mushroom stew would turn sour sooner or later.
[2015-03-14 21:14:25]*	Marshal_Cookies the Guard at the barricade nods, he seems to have a kind enough look about him but obviously means buisness, seeing Azskazar behind her he nods to the extra pony recognozing her from before. "Same to you.... oh and coming back into town miss?"
[2015-03-14 21:16:53]*	Golden_Brass looks for a suitably high rock to climb on top off to get a good line of sight on the nervouscited salesmare as well as whatever's coming out of the airship. The bundled-up figure wants to avoid drawing attention to herself.
[2015-03-14 21:17:21]*	Marshal_Cookies Lines are thrown from the ship to the waiting guard and workers who secure the vessle to bolders, keeping it from floating off. Soon the passanger and his somewhat heavy package are on the grown to a much appreciattive crowd who cheer for the arrival of the water pump.
[2015-03-14 21:17:25]*	Emerald_Rose returns the nod with a warm smile before heading back inside... she does head toward the airship as well. Old-world tech is always interesting to look at.
[2015-03-14 21:17:32]<Azshkazar>	"I am, do you know anything about the airship?"
[2015-03-14 21:19:08]*	Marshal_Cookies the Guard sholders his weapon as he looks up towards the town, "Oh that? Yup, got word a few weeks back it would be coming around. Delivering a pump we need to automate the well. Draw the water right up to the top without the old pony powered one. Going to pretty useful"
[2015-03-14 21:20:47]*	Marshal_Cookies the sales pony has finished packing up her goods and covered them with a tarp, she is now counting out a few bullets, some scrap, and even measuring out a few jars of spook juice that were stowed in the back of the cart.
[2015-03-14 21:21:17]*	Marshal_Cookies the package unloaded from teh ship is some sort of small motor and a crate of spare parts.
[2015-03-14 21:22:36]*	Nutmeg_Oil opens a hatch inside the ship and fiddles with something. "Have some rest, Shy. Ah gotta take care of business."
[2015-03-14 21:23:06]<Azshkazar>	"Water pump? Huh, well I'd may as well join the gawkers, take care."
[2015-03-14 21:24:07]*	Marshal_Cookies the Guard nods, "Sure sure, let someone know if your camping out here again tonight and we will keep an eye on you best as we can, better yet give Lugnut some buisness in town and rent a trailer"
[2015-03-14 21:25:58]*	Nutmeg_Oil trots out of the ship and follows the ponies carrying the package. Helping, in case they need it.
[2015-03-14 21:26:05]<Marshal_Cookies>	Brass can tell from teh way the pony is counting she is seeing how much scrap she has for trade. Also from teh way she occasionally looks about the town she may be sizing ponies up.
[2015-03-14 21:26:48]*	Marshal_Cookies soon the package is loaded off completely and the passanger leaves with it towards the well giving Nutmeg one last thanks for the ride.
[2015-03-14 21:27:46]*	Hummel wanders around to the main building, it would be in good touch to exchange a few words with the top pony, at least.
[2015-03-14 21:28:24]<Marshal_Cookies>	The town leader, a pony in a brow vest named Tilled Pasture trots out of his home and moves to meet with the group at the well as the crowd starts to dispurse... some young stay behind however to gawk at the large floating vessle.
[2015-03-14 21:28:32]<Azshkazar>	"I'll keep that in mind, thanks." And she departs headed to the crowd of gawkers
[2015-03-14 21:29:02]*	Golden_Brass nimbly hops off her rock and walks towards the gathered foals.
[2015-03-14 21:29:43]*	Marshal_Cookies The trader pony, finaly satisfied scoots her trade goods itno a sack before climibing into the harness and moving her cart directoly towards the ship and Nutmeg Oil
[2015-03-14 21:30:23]*	Bellator glances around as the crowd disperses and walks around looking at the wares, not sticking by any one shop for too long.
[2015-03-14 21:30:55]*	Marshal_Cookies the fillies and colts are standing int the shaddow of the ballon, all scruffy and hungry looking, "wow... look at it", "how dose it work you think?", "where did he even get it?"
[2015-03-14 21:31:05]*	Emerald_Rose will move forward and try to find a spot where she can observe the townsfolk and the ship, trying to get the best feeling for both.
[2015-03-14 21:31:08]<Golden_Brass>	The bundled-up pony carefully draws back her hood and removes her goggles to reveal soft, amethyst eyes, a lustrous golden mane and a deep, maroon coat.
[2015-03-14 21:31:17]*	Nutmeg_Oil raises an eyebrow at the mare. "Can ah help ya miss?"
[2015-03-14 21:31:42]<Golden_Brass>	"You know, I think I saw this airship once before," the mare remarks to the rather scruffy looking bunch.
[2015-03-14 21:31:55]*	Marshal_Cookies Bellator finds a selection of various scraps scrounged from the surroundings, mostly common bits and bobbles but there is a healthily stocked water trader near a tall stand of water jugs.
[2015-03-14 21:33:42]*	Marshal_Cookies the fillys turn and stare with wide eyed wonder at the mare before glancing to each other and falling over there own hoves to clammer closer around her. "What really?" "Gosh was it expensive?", "How far did you go?", "What do clouds taste like?"
[2015-03-14 21:34:23]*	Golden_Brass laughs as the foals and fillies crowd around her, waving her forehoof disarmingly...
[2015-03-14 21:35:01]<Golden_Brass>	"Well, the first time I saw this ship was back when I was back in Bridleburg..."
[2015-03-14 21:35:08]*	Marshal_Cookies the Town leader Tilled Earth, a Stallion earth pony in a brown stained vest overseas the unpackaging of the pump near the well as he talks with the travler, pointing occasionally to the pipes running into the platue.
[2015-03-14 21:36:14]*	Golden_Brass starts to regale the kids with an ad-libbed tale combining truth and... exaggerations. Clouds taste like a relaxing evening, apparently.
[2015-03-14 21:36:22]*	Marshal_Cookies the Traider is a lime coated unicorn with a light coat on, goggles purched up on her forhead under her horn. Stoping she wiggles out of her harness, eyes drifting up to the ship. "Why I sure do think you can sir, If your willing to make a short trip that is"
[2015-03-14 21:37:28]*	Marshal_Cookies the fillies and colts eat it up as Brass spoons it to them, interjecting with more questions as she speeks.
[2015-03-14 21:37:59]*	Hummel approaches the commotion, eyes set on the stallion of the hour himself...he is from a reasonable distance and merely observes, just waiting...it was important to be polite, people butting in inadvertently like everything is their business was very untactful.
[2015-03-14 21:39:16]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Sure am, for the right price." He says. "What kind of trip is that?"
[2015-03-14 21:40:21]*	Marshal_Cookies Bellator sees a small lean to where somepony has opened a sort of black smith shop. outside there are several bits of bent and hammered scrap metal, a small hoof built forge can be seen behind it. All mannor of New Lunar Republic parifinalia can be seen decorateing the place, aparently the owner is a patriot. among the decorationsn is a news cliping for Vice President Lunas inoguration night.
[2015-03-14 21:41:14]*	Emerald_Rose continues to watch and listen, though she slowly drifts her way closer to the air ship in doing so.
[2015-03-14 21:42:37]*	Golden_Brass implies to the foals, through her tale, that she's been practically /everywhere/, and that the world is a wondrous place...
[2015-03-14 21:42:38]*	Marshal_Cookies the traider moves her gaze back to Nutmeg, "Have an outing I have been dieing to go on for a while, visit a place nearby what used to trade but has gone quiet. Was thinking about hiering a team to go make sure they are ok... and if not maybe moves some goods back into town"
[2015-03-14 21:43:13]*	Golden_Brass ... but also very dangerous, currently. But maybe, if they work hard, they can see the world too. And see a world that's better than the one today.
[2015-03-14 21:44:02]*	Marshal_Cookies the Fillies and colts stamp and cheer as they bounce up and down, one even comments to another about maybe starting a club, an arial explorers club!
[2015-03-14 21:44:26]*	Golden_Brass smiles and counts them up, wondering if she can spare some funds for them...
[2015-03-14 21:44:28]*	Azshkazar creeps closer to the clearing, probably not far behind the other green mare
[2015-03-14 21:45:14]*	Emerald_Rose does see Brass entertaining the colts and fillies and gives a small smile, even as she starts walking toward the ship.
[2015-03-14 21:46:10]*	Marshal_Cookies Bellators ears catch the mention of a settelment gone quiet
[2015-03-14 21:47:14]*	Hummel keeps glancing a bit, at times staring in Tilled's way to check if the pony was finished...seemed like he was doing important business...politicians.
[2015-03-14 21:48:05]*	Bellator stays at the Lunar stall for perhaps too long before catching the tail end of Trader's conversation. She canters over to her and Nutmeg_Oil, "Ah'm sorry to interrupt, ya'll said something a town goin' all silent like?" she asks, keeping her hat down and over her eyes
[2015-03-14 21:48:39]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Sounds like danger. Ah ain't got a team, but ah got the ship." He turns at Bellator approaches.
[2015-03-14 21:49:07]*	Marshal_Cookies somepony seems to notice Hummels stares and taps the mayor on his sholder, turning the stallion looks over at Hummel before excusing himself. marching forward the vest wearing stallion stops a few lengths short, "Excuse me stranger, you got something to talk about? Dont think I have no apointments today sept for making sure the well is put together right"
[2015-03-14 21:50:16]*	Golden_Brass spares a piece of valuable scrap for each foal or filly, telling them that what she just gave them isn't much alone. But if they work together--!
[2015-03-14 21:51:20]*	Marshal_Cookies the Trader looks to the new arrival before nodding and shifting back to Nutmeg, "Um yes... could be dangerous. this is why I was going to see about hiering my own ponies for the job. Not sure how many I can afford though, do you charge per seat or can I talk you into a group rate? Maybe offer a percentage if there is salvage?"
[2015-03-14 21:52:37]*	Marshal_Cookies each of the fillies and colts stare in wonder as they are given there scarp, the small ponies offer hugs before charging off into the market bouncing along as they go. Some cheer about this being "THE BEST DAY EVER!"
[2015-03-14 21:52:44]*	Golden_Brass smiles her pearly-white smile to the kids as she draws her hood back up and bids them a fond farewell...
[2015-03-14 21:53:27]*	Golden_Brass looks around for that captain-y looking fellow -- Nutmeg_Oil -- as the foals and fillies bound off for the market.
[2015-03-14 21:53:37]*	Hummel coughs a bit and puts his hood down, his ochre mane showing. The pony had a rugged, stoic face. "Yes, indeed." He starts. "I'm Hummel, pleased to make your acquaintance and... I'm here as an envoy in lieu of Sunrise." The stallion says, his voice goes without change. "The name probably won't ring any bells, that's mostly the reason I came to these parts."
[2015-03-14 21:55:40]*	Marshal_Cookies Tilled Pasture scracches his untrimmed muzzle as he eyes Hummel, "Huh.. nope, cant say I have. you some sort of offical represinitive then? What are you doing around these parts?"
[2015-03-14 21:56:52]<Marshal_Cookies>	Emerald rose sees a fairly happy community coming together to fix there well, she also notes a fair number of elderly ponies here and sees no sign of any atrocities... at least at surface level.
[2015-03-14 21:57:04]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"A group fee sounds fine since ah'm not takin' anythin' right now, but ah gotta have some up front money for fuel and parts. We don't wanna end up stranded right?"
[2015-03-14 21:58:45]*	Marshal_Cookies the trader shakes her head, "Sure done, specially not where I want to go since we couldnt really hoof it out if we wanted to. Luckily I plan on paying in part with a few gallons of Spook Juice if that is ok". turning she looks at Bellator, "So you sounded intrested, do you have much experiance with guard or salvage work?"
[2015-03-14 21:59:07]*	Hummel flashes a little grin. "Yes, you could say that. I came here to offer assisteance, so that in due time those bearing the cracked sun will be welcomed and known on these parts of the world."
[2015-03-14 21:59:14]<Emerald_Rose>	Her ears perk up at the possibility of actually /riding/ on the airship. She walks closer to the conversation, doing what she can to pick up on the conversation.
[2015-03-14 21:59:44]*	Golden_Brass watches and listens from afar as Nutmeg_Oil and the trader she saw earlier work-out some kind of agreement...
[2015-03-14 22:00:26]*	Bellator nods slightly, "Ah know my way 'round a fight, not much for salvaging though. Iff'n ya need a set of eyes, rifles and hooves ya can surely count on me."
[2015-03-14 22:00:32]*	Azshkazar continues her approach to the airship, and eavesdrops upon arrival
[2015-03-14 22:01:07]*	Marshal_Cookies Tilled Pasture nods slowly, "Riiiight, well if you want to talk and plan on sticking around I should have some more time on my hooves. Have a few... issues to work out around here, first of all being this well. If your an official represenative from a group I could see about getting you a discount on a Trailer while you wait"
[2015-03-14 22:02:13]*	Golden_Brass stands awkwardly in the clearing as she waits for a chance to talk to Nutmeg_Oil. But as she overhears the conversation, she can't help but be... slightly interested.
[2015-03-14 22:02:57]*	Marshal_Cookies The traider smiles, "Oh good, well a gun pony or two is always good to have around...", looking in the oposite direction she waves to Golden Brass, "Excuse me there, can I bother you for a second?"
[2015-03-14 22:03:09]*	Golden_Brass pulls her hood back.
[2015-03-14 22:03:35]<Golden_Brass>	"Yes?" Bras responds, raising her eyebrow in curiosity.
[2015-03-14 22:03:38]<Golden_Brass>	Brass*
[2015-03-14 22:04:26]*	Hummel blinks. "That would be very appreciated, thank you." The stallion softly speaks. "I...would be more comfortable on getting my hooves at work right away, if that is possible." The travel was long and rather uneventful, he yearned for some task, any would do...even deliver the mail or do laundry.
[2015-03-14 22:05:36]*	Marshal_Cookies the mayor nods, "Right... well what is it you do exactly? You seem to be a pony that knows how to handle hismself"
[2015-03-14 22:07:01]*	Marshal_Cookies the trader unicorn waves her closer, "Yes you, You seem like a nice spokes pony. You interested in making a run around town spreading the word about a paying job? I can pay you for your trouble"
[2015-03-14 22:07:25]*	Marshal_Cookies the Unicorn looks back to Nutmeg after this, "Speeking of how many ponies can you cary in this ship?"
[2015-03-14 22:08:05]*	Hummel nodded back to him. "I'm a soldier, I know my way around a weapon but I also got some other talents...I'm decent at scavenging, patching machinery, scouting, to name a few..."
[2015-03-14 22:08:18]<Golden_Brass>	"I... wouldn't be opposed," Brass responds, nodding. "I'd have to ask a few questions first, though, if you don't mind."
[2015-03-14 22:08:54]*	Bellator clears her throat, "Iff'n it comes down to it, Ah can arrange mah own transit." Bellator interjects
[2015-03-14 22:09:21]*	Emerald_Rose listens in to the conversation. Very polite pony, this one.
[2015-03-14 22:09:39]*	Marshal_Cookies The mayor nods, "Well... I do have some soldier work. You looking for pay becouse I cant aford much, but you will have what I can spare and my thanks if you can do some scouting"
[2015-03-14 22:10:44]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Some Spook Juice works for Shy. Got a sharp burn, but it's one of those habits she got back then. We'd still wanna bring parts, just in case." He nods. "Shy can carry 'bout 8 normal size ponies if all's okay."
[2015-03-14 22:11:28]*	Marshal_Cookies The Unicorn nods to Brass, "Sure thing, questions are fine. as for the ride so long as you can avoid touching the ground It should be alright, still I will be floating the bill for a group rate so it shouldnt be an issue, I imagine you have questions as well"
[2015-03-14 22:12:25]*	Nutmeg_Oil looks at Bellator and glances back at the ship. "A sharp-eyed gunpony'd be mighty useful. She got a pretty good gun, but ah can't shoot and pilot at once."
[2015-03-14 22:12:34]<Hummel>	"Just your gratitude and a bit for living expenses will do, you needn't hassle yourself about payment...as I said, I'm here to help. "
[2015-03-14 22:12:45]*	Marshal_Cookies She looks to Nutmeg, "Oh 8, well we shouldnt need that many, I dont think , not sure I can afford more than half a dozen or so depending on how much you charge.... would you accept 4 gallons of spook juice as payment for a trip of say... 40 miles or so? round trip"
[2015-03-14 22:14:16]*	Bellator glances back, "Ah could likely handle it, but pendin' on what we find Ah might be of more use elsewhere."
[2015-03-14 22:14:18]*	Golden_Brass looks around at the ponies collected around the tradesmare...
[2015-03-14 22:15:15]*	Marshal_Cookies Tilled Pasture genuinly smiles, "Oh, well Ill be. Have to say you have my attention, If you still want to talk about your group I would be more than willing when you get back. The place we want scouted is the headquaters for the Pistons, road gang we have had trouble with in the past, been to quiet lately, to long between attacks, dosent feel right"
[2015-03-14 22:18:39]*	Hummel paid close attention to the information. "Hmm, you said that they used to bother the place...anything you can tell me about these...Pistons? Seems like an odd name for a wantom group, I imagine there's a significance for this ...it usually would be "Ripdeath", "Blood dogs", "Death dealers" or any other "tough" sounding name for your usual bread-and-butter gang."
[2015-03-14 22:19:49]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Suit yourself. Ya got any buddies to take along?" He asks Bellator
[2015-03-14 22:21:15]*	Golden_Brass waits for a moment to talk to the tradermare about what exactly she'll be advertising...
[2015-03-14 22:21:19]*	Bellator shakes her head, making sure to keep the hat down and over her eyes, "Can't say that Ah do..." she says, trailing off
[2015-03-14 22:21:51]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Y'know miss, a silent town might not be just a sightseeing ride. If me and Shy end up at gunpoint, it gotta be some better pay for that." He says to the trader mare.
[2015-03-14 22:22:18]*	Marshal_Cookies Tilled earth answers, "The leader is a real gear head, tough cuss named Fuzzy Dice, not much to look at but she is a tough one. She and her followers operate out of a garage at a abandoned consturction vehical storage feild. They like to attach bits of heavy machinery to there trucks, crain arms and pull dozer scoops, that sort of thing"
[2015-03-14 22:23:40]*	Marshal_Cookies the Sales pony sighs before feeling the weight of her sack of trade goods, "Ok then, how about an extra gallon and (25 in scrap) sound better?"
[2015-03-14 22:24:36]*	Marshal_Cookies Azshkazar and Emerald Rose can hear all of this
[2015-03-14 22:24:58]<Azshkazar>	"You ever heard of this Fuzzy Dice before?" Azshkazar asks a nearby Emerald
[2015-03-14 22:26:09]*	Hummel mentally considers the possibility they are buidling a metallic steam-powered breed of a monster truck and a tyrannossaurus rex, but soonly discards it for being too damn silly. "Then, you need the place scouted...to see what they're up to? They do not sound too discrete, with all the machinery and whatnot...I presume one would be easily aware of where they are and such..."
[2015-03-14 22:26:25]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"That sounds better." He smiles and offers his hoof.
[2015-03-14 22:28:04]*	Marshal_Cookies the sales pony nods, "Good, then its a deal", the turns to her cart and pulls out a collection of clear glass jars filled with fule, 5 gallons in all, as well as portioning out some trade goods to hoof over to Nutmeg, "Glad to do buinsess with you", turning back to Bellator and Brass she smiles, "now for you two, questions? You for the job and you for running around fishing up more recruits"
[2015-03-14 22:28:40]*	Bellator nods, "Ya can count me in."
[2015-03-14 22:28:51]<Golden_Brass>	"What exactly will I be promoting?" Brass says.
[2015-03-14 22:29:31]*	Marshal_Cookies the mayor nods, "that is about right, our new defenses kept them out the last few times they tried something but that was a few months back. used to be we saw them ever week at least once... Fuzzy dice is to stubborn of a mare to give up that easy, im sure they are cooking something up and they have enough scrap between them who knows what they could cook up"
[2015-03-14 22:30:14]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"What kinda place are we heading to?" He asks
[2015-03-14 22:30:56]*	Marshal_Cookies the unicorn answers the question, "I need five to six ponies... well I guess four to five now, to go on a short trip to explore the old Hill Storm Industries Bio-dome nearby. We will be seeing if anypon is still about and find out why they are quiet, possible danger and maybe some hard work salavaging if the worst has come to be"
[2015-03-14 22:31:18]*	Golden_Brass wonders if she's heard anything about that place...
[2015-03-14 22:32:28]*	Golden_Brass nods and makes a mental note to ask around about that.
[2015-03-14 22:33:17]*	Emerald_Rose will walk forward. "I apologize for overhearing, but... you're looking for folk to ride and out investigate a problem?"
[2015-03-14 22:34:17]*	Hummel sat a bit and idly roved his hoof at the dirt. "Though, from what you speak...it sounds like a job for more than one pony. I'm no pushover, but a crew would make things go smoother."
[2015-03-14 22:34:28]*	Marshal_Cookies The traider looks to Emerald and her sword, "Oh, not a problem, you heard correctly. Well it could be a problem. The ponies at the BioDome used to trade food with the region at large but suddenly whent quiet a few months back"
[2015-03-14 22:35:00]*	Azshkazar walks up as well "You said you needed five or six ponies, I'm a pony, what's the pay?" She asks the unicorn.
[2015-03-14 22:35:29]*	Marshal_Cookies the mayor leans to the side and eyes the ship nearby and the ponies talking, "well... if your quick you may be able to hire that captain for a ride, they dont have much firepower and if you can get an arial view maybe it would be a bit safer"
[2015-03-14 22:38:20]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "Alright. I'm in."
[2015-03-14 22:39:21]*	Marshal_Cookies smiles, "Oh! well maybe I dont need a crier after all, Glad to see so many already interested. I am willing to pay (35 scrap) a head for the trip, that includes payment for the ride. If there is any trouble I will throw in some extra for the trouble. I also am willing to give a percentage on salvage"
[2015-03-14 22:39:59]*	Golden_Brass looks like she's thinking very seriously about this offer from the trader-mare...
[2015-03-14 22:40:05]*	Marshal_Cookies She grins at Emerald rose before waving to Bellator and Nutmeg, "well meet your travleing compainions then, I plan on leaving as soon as possible if that is not a problem"
[2015-03-14 22:41:32]*	Emerald_Rose walks over and offers a hoof to Bellator. "Emerald. A pleasure to be working with you."
[2015-03-14 22:42:32]*	Hummel regards the ship a bit, giving it a nod...it would do. "I see, then I'll leave you to your business, mayor...we shall speak later. Farewell."  The pony scoots his way over to that ship, immediately pinpointing Nutmeg_Oil as the captain...he had that air about him. "I've heard you folks are going somewhere...you need some extra crew?"
[2015-03-14 22:42:34]*	Bellator offers hers in return, but keeps her eyes hidden, "Bellator, pleasure to make yer acquaintance." she says kindly
[2015-03-14 22:43:07]*	Golden_Brass looks around at the gathered group, sizing them up.
[2015-03-14 22:43:59]*	Marshal_Cookies The Trader holds out a hof to the Hmmel, "I sure am, im hiering for a trip to a nearby settlement. Paying for the work and the ride if your intereasted... didnt think word of my job would spread so fast"
[2015-03-14 22:44:51]<Azshkazar>	"Thirty five plus a percentage? Sure, could be fun, I'll come." Azshkazar tells the unicorn
[2015-03-14 22:45:27]*	Nutmeg_Oil smiles to Hummel. "Ain't no problem. Shy got plenty of space and I figure one more gun might come handy."
[2015-03-14 22:46:16]*	Hummel scratches the mane at the back of his head. "Well, I was just talking to the mayor and he pointed me this way...so...I wasn't really aware you got a job." He answers, sparing few gazes to the rest of the group. "I'd be interested...been itching to put my skills to an use."
[2015-03-14 22:46:19]*	Marshal_Cookies looks around, nodding acknologment to Azshkazar, "I see... well it may be dangerous, are you sure you want to sign up?"
[2015-03-14 22:46:57]<Golden_Brass>	"Count me in as well," Brass tells the unicorn tradermare, her smile a bit more wan than the one she had while talking to the children.
[2015-03-14 22:47:11]*	Emerald_Rose smiles to Bellator. "What do you do?"
[2015-03-14 22:47:52]<Golden_Brass>	"When do we depart?"
[2015-03-14 22:48:33]*	Bellator smiles back thinly, "Hunt, mostly. Plenty o' critters out there make a right mess for ponies like these, Ah do what Ah can to keep 'em down." she replies
[2015-03-14 22:48:34]<Azshkazar>	"What kind of trouble are you expecting? I've probably seen worse."
[2015-03-14 22:49:54]*	Marshal_Cookies smiles to Brass, "As soon as the captain can leave, oh and after I pay a friend of mine to watch the cart of course, I can tell you more about the job on the way there", she looks back to Azshkazar, "Well we are not expecting any so far as being... prepared, you never know what you will run into"
[2015-03-14 22:51:08]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "Well, your keen sense will be quite called upon I imagine. Pleasure to meet you, Bellator." The mare bows her head slightly before heading looking over at the others who seem to be interested.
[2015-03-14 22:51:10]*	Nutmeg_Oil rubs his mane. "Huh, the mayor? This mare was just hiring us to go some place. Let me see if I can get this sorted."
[2015-03-14 22:51:21]*	Golden_Brass hmms and looks at the ship as the others chatter around her...
[2015-03-14 22:53:41]*	Nutmeg_Oil heads to the mayor place, he enters looking for him. "Mr. Pasture? I heard you wanted me flyin' some ponies."
[2015-03-14 22:54:35]*	Hummel aquiesced with his muzzle. "Yeah, seems like we're in together for the ride..." He said, studying the others.
[2015-03-14 22:55:06]<Azshkazar>	"I've been fighting for scrap and wandering the wastes since before most of my peers had their cutie marks, if you aren't expecting anything uniquely dangerous, I think I'll be fine."
[2015-03-14 22:55:18]*	Marshal_Cookies Pasture turns to look at him, "Hum? oh heck fire do I have to micro manage this as well? No offense but I just mentioned you were in town, the Gentelpony offered to do a job for me and I said you may be able to work out a ride"
[2015-03-14 22:55:51]*	Golden_Brass could be conservatively described as "handsome". Her mane, even dirty as it is, glints in the sunlight like polished brass.
[2015-03-14 22:56:08]*	Marshal_Cookies the unicorn nods, "Alright, then your all highered! Im going to go put my things away, meet me back here in a few mins and we can head out, with teh captains aproval"
[2015-03-14 22:56:11]<Golden_Brass>	She turns to speak with her soon-to-be shipmates.
[2015-03-14 22:56:44]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Are they payin'? I had another client" He asks
[2015-03-14 22:57:37]*	Golden_Brass raises a hoof in greeting to Hummel before going over to introduce herself to Nutmeg_Oil and Bellator.
[2015-03-14 22:57:52]*	Nutmeg_Oil tries to negotiate for this second trip
[2015-03-14 22:58:08]<Golden_Brass>	[Not Nutmeg_Oil...]
[2015-03-14 22:58:14]*	Golden_Brass meant Bellator and Emerald_Rose.
[2015-03-14 22:59:13]*	Marshal_Cookies Tilled Pasture looks to nutmeg and reache in a vest pocket, "I wasnt going to be... but you have been around before, your a good pony. the place is a big feild full of construction equipment 20 something miles outside of town", he pulls out a hoof full of scrap, $15 worth
[2015-03-14 22:59:23]<Marshal_Cookies>	"Will this cover it?"
[2015-03-14 22:59:47]<Golden_Brass>	"Hello," she says to the pony hiding her face and the red and green mare with the... exceptional posture.
[2015-03-14 23:00:59]*	Bellator "Howdy, Ah take it yer comin' 'long as well?" she replies to the pretty Maroon mare
[2015-03-14 23:01:56]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"That'll do. I'll take them there." He shakes Tilled Pasture's hoof
[2015-03-14 23:02:04]*	Emerald_Rose smiles to Golden_Brass and nods. "Hello." She offers a hoof to the newcomer. "My name's Emerald." She's not a bad looking mare, all said and done. Not with the almost-supernatural beauty that Golden_Brass has, but still pretty all the same.
[2015-03-14 23:02:25]*	Marshal_Cookies has quit (Quit: Page closed)
[2015-03-14 23:02:36]*	Golden_Brass would contest "supernatural". She just brushes her teeth...
[2015-03-14 23:02:45]*	Hummel canters a bit, raising his gaze to the mare. "Hi there, you're in for the job too, misses? By the way, what should we do? I didn't catched up when the trader spoke since I was with the mayor and...by the way, I'm Hummel."
[2015-03-14 23:03:22]<Golden_Brass>	"Yes, and pleased to meet you!" Brass says to both mares, smiling brightly as she makes to shake their hooves.
[2015-03-14 23:03:58]*	Emerald_Rose offers a firm hoof-shake. "So, what do you do?"
[2015-03-14 23:05:15]<Golden_Brass>	"My name's Golden Brass, and I'm a migrant worker," the mare says.
[2015-03-14 23:05:54]*	Bellator returns Golden_Brass's shake, and nods to Hummel, "Howdy there stranger, pleasure to me ya'll." she says, though she sounds a little more strained
[2015-03-14 23:06:05]*	Nutmeg_Oil returns to the group, pocketing the scrap. "Now that this is sorted up, looks like we are set. Ah'm captain Nutmeg Oil and this is Shy Dandelion." He waves to the aircraft. "We'll be takin' ya where ya need to go."
[2015-03-14 23:07:09]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "What do you specialize in? I imagine there must be work you enjoy." Emerald's posture is relaxed, though alert. She nods to Hummel. "Pleasure to meet you Hummel. I'm Emerald."
[2015-03-14 23:07:54]*	Bellator glances over to the craft, "How fast does it go?" she asks Nutmeg_Oil
[2015-03-14 23:09:26]*	Hummel blinked. "Yes, pleased to meet all of you...its a nice ship..." He appraised it. "Patched here and there, but quite solid." The stallion leaned a bit onto the ground and waved at Emerald_Rose. "Ah, the one who went into town as I did, nice to meet you, miss Emerald."
[2015-03-14 23:09:34]<Golden_Brass>	"There isn't much room for specialization when you're a traveler, miss," Brass says to Emerald.
[2015-03-14 23:10:28]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"She's faster than most of anything on land, you just gotta get'er going." He smiles fondly at the ship.
[2015-03-14 23:11:16]*	Bellator nods, "An' how 'bout whats in the sky?"
[2015-03-14 23:11:57]*	Golden_Brass disengages from the other four and walks over to Azshkazar.
[2015-03-14 23:13:00]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "I suppose that's true, but you have a kind heart. Surely there must be something you enjoy." She cants her head. "You seem quite gifted at stories, after all." The mare takes off her sunglasses and sets them carefully in a caring case, her silver eyes curious.
[2015-03-14 23:15:36]*	Golden_Brass seems to have wandered away from Emerald_Rose and the others, presuming Azshkazar is still nearby.
[2015-03-14 23:17:13]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"She's a gentle flier, not a turbojet. She tries hard, but she'd need a little help to get better. Not there's much left in the sky these days, but there's always the gun there if it comes to it." He says it kindly even though he looks a bit disappointed.
[2015-03-14 23:17:23]<Azshkazar>	"So, you're the one who was playing with the local urchins outside right? I'm Azshkazar, you?"
[2015-03-14 23:18:31]*	Emerald_Rose walks after Golden_Brass, curious.
[2015-03-14 23:18:35]<Golden_Brass>	"Golden Brass-- Brass, for short," the maroon mare says. "And yes, though I'd hesitate to call them 'urchins'. A lot of kids look like that nowadays."
[2015-03-14 23:20:30]*	Bellator nods, "Well, Ah hope it'll keep us all safe on the trip." she replies, turning to Nutmeg_Oil, "So yer a pilot? Ah would've figured a pegasus wouldn't have a need for a set of wings." she says half jokingly
[2015-03-14 23:20:37]<Hummel>	"I wonder if the pistons got anything that could punch through it...seems a bit far-fetched for a group focusing around dozer scoops, but if they got enough skill to work riders to be an actual threat to the city, its fairly possible..."
[2015-03-14 23:21:38]<Azshkazar>	"Kids, Urchins, same difference. So Brass, what do you know about where we're going?"
[2015-03-14 23:23:23]<Golden_Brass>	"A little," Brass says, having taken notice of Emerald_Rose's breaking off to follow her over. "Perhaps we can trade information."
[2015-03-14 23:25:09]<Golden_Brass>	"I overheard that you style yourself a bit of a veteran of this wild world of ours," the golden-maned mare says to Azshkazar. She sounds a fair bit more eloquent than most migrant workers.
[2015-03-14 23:26:45]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"A pony flying on their lonesome usually finds a whole lot of trouble. She lets me go farther than I could hope for. Besides, the happy smiles are always worth it. She's a precious thing."
[2015-03-14 23:27:33]*	Bellator chuckles, "Can't argue with that."
[2015-03-14 23:28:48]<Azshkazar>	"A veteran? Yeah, I guess you could say that. I've been traveling this "wild world" since the fall of Famine. I've collected a few bounties, slain a few wormlings. Don't know much about this area though."
[2015-03-14 23:29:37]*	Golden_Brass nods.
[2015-03-14 23:31:38]*	Nutmeg_Oil smiles. "So, what about you? What gotcha around these parts?" He asks Bellator
[2015-03-14 23:31:53]<Golden_Brass>	"Well, I've heard a bit about where we're going, and it used to be a pretty well-regarded settlement... until it went silent a few months ago," Brass tells Azshkazar.
[2015-03-14 23:33:59]*	Bellator "Critters causin' all sorts of trouble for good ol' towns folk, here an' 'round the area. Ah do what Ah can to keep 'em down." she replies
[2015-03-14 23:36:18]<Azshkazar>	"Until it went silent... how very ominous. Hopefully it wasn't raiders or mutants who silenced it. It would be such a shame if there were no people... *and* nothing left to salvage."
[2015-03-14 23:38:15]<Golden_Brass>	"Well. Here's hoping it goes... better than that," Brass says to Azshkazar.
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[2015-03-14 23:39:44]<Golden_Brass>	"You want to meet our coworkers?" Brass asks her, motioning towards Nutmeg_Oil, Bellator, Emerald_Rose and the... somewhat zoned-out looking Hummel.
[2015-03-14 23:40:11]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Not a bad line of work. Pests are worse than they used to be." He says
[2015-03-14 23:41:04]*	Bellator nods, "That they are." she says in agreement, sounding a tad strained
[2015-03-14 23:41:42]*	Nutmeg_Oil is at his mid-30s, though his silvery mane makes him look older
[2015-03-14 23:42:14]*	Emerald_Rose nods to Azshkazar as she's gestured to. "I'm Emerald." She extends her hoof to shake with her coworker.
[2015-03-14 23:42:30]<Azshkazar>	"May as well, sound like more fun than just contemplating what the right thing to hope from the dome is."
[2015-03-14 23:45:07]*	Golden_Brass walks over with Azshkazar.
[2015-03-14 23:45:11]*	Azshkazar lightly grasps Emerald's hoof. "Oh, hello Emerald, I'm Azshkazar."
[2015-03-14 23:45:20]*	Bellator clears her throat, "Can Ah ask ya somethin'... How do ya'll think feel 'bout other... races?" she says hesitantly to Nutmeg_Oil
[2015-03-14 23:48:33]*	Emerald_Rose smiles and nods. "So... a veteran? Interesting... what side did you fight on, if you don't mind the question?"
[2015-03-14 23:49:50]<Azshkazar>	"Iron Alliance of course, do I look like a mutant to you?"
[2015-03-14 23:50:17]*	Golden_Brass sighs before walking over to speak with Nutmeg_Oil and Bellator.
[2015-03-14 23:51:20]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Races?" He raises an eyebrow. "Huh, ah ain't got nuthin' against somepony unless they cross me. Ah don't go out picking fights. There's all kinds out there and you don't get a widget if you get too picky."
[2015-03-14 23:52:37]<Golden_Brass>	"Hello!" Brass says to Nutmeg_Oil and Bellator. "I hope I'm not... interrupting too much."
[2015-03-14 23:52:47]*	Emerald_Rose gives a faint giggle. "Of course not, silly. Some just feel very picky about answering... others say they fought for neither side. Its always interesting to hear what they have to say."
[2015-03-14 23:54:17]*	Bellator shakes her head, "Weren't nothin'... and Ah'm glad to hear that. Ah sure hope everypony else feels the same..." she says to Golden_Brass and Nutmeg_Oil, glancing at the others
[2015-03-14 23:55:45]<Golden_Brass>	"Oh, good~" the maroon mare says, smiling softly.
[2015-03-14 23:56:04]<Azshkazar>	"You may have misheard, I said I was a wasteland veteran, not a combat veteran. I helped out in a few fights against the combine and those creepy muties, but I wouldn't say I'm a soldier."
[2015-03-14 23:56:11]<Golden_Brass>	"I just wanted to introduce myself to our... captain, yes?" Brass says, looking to Nutmeg_Oil.
[2015-03-14 23:58:55]<Azshkazar>	"So what about you Emerald, what do you do?"
[2015-03-15 00:00:28]*	Nutmeg_Oil looks at Bellator puzzled, until Golden_Brass calls his attention. "Hey there miss. That would be me."
[2015-03-15 00:01:22]<Golden_Brass>	"A beautiful ship you have here!" Brass says to him, grinning, as she offers to shake his hand. "I'm Golden Brass."
[2015-03-15 00:01:50]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "Ah... my apologies then. As for what I do... I have some skill in healing. I'm not the best, but I can bind your wounds and make sure it doesn't get infected." She nods and looks back toward Nutmeg_Oil and Bellator and smiles to them both.
[2015-03-15 00:04:06]<Azshkazar>	"Ah, sounds like a useful trick."
[2015-03-15 00:04:55]*	Golden_Brass offers to shake Nutmeg_Oil's /hoof/, not hand...
[2015-03-15 00:05:06]*	Nutmeg_Oil shakes Golden_Brass' hoof smiling. "Thanks, she appreciates that."
[2015-03-15 00:05:39]<Golden_Brass>	"The vessel?" Brass asks.
[2015-03-15 00:05:45]*	Emerald_Rose chuckles. "Oh... not so much a trick. Just a lot of study and training."
[2015-03-15 00:07:14]<Nutmeg_Oil>	He nods. "Eyup, but too much flattery might get her a bit embarassed. Shy's like that."
[2015-03-15 00:07:37]*	Golden_Brass nods...
[2015-03-15 00:08:03]*	Bellator is probably raising an eyebrow, not that anyone can see
[2015-03-15 00:12:18]<Golden_Brass>	"And... she'll be providing our accommodations for the journey?" Brass asks Nutmeg_Oil.
[2015-03-15 00:12:46]<Azshkazar>	"Study and training, I see..." Azshkazar says, eying Emerald's sword before looking back to her. "So nice to meet a friendly scholar such as yourself."
[2015-03-15 00:15:26]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"That's right. Unless you mean beds and bags of peanuts. There's seats for everypony, that's all." He shrugs.
[2015-03-15 00:16:27]*	Golden_Brass nods.
[2015-03-15 00:18:28]*	Nutmeg_Oil smiles back at Emerald_Rose. "So, healin' sounds pretty useful. Ah'm only really good at fixin' metal."
[2015-03-15 00:19:18]*	Golden_Brass looks like she's considering asking more, but as Nutmeg_Oil shifts his attention she walks over to chat with Bellator.
[2015-03-15 00:19:26]*	Emerald_Rose shakes her head. "You can always run out of bullets. Being skilled at fencing has its advantages." The young mare looks over at Nutmeg. "Oh, its only useful so long as you have the materials. I've torn up plenty of shirts to stop bleeding... though, I do have a small bit of skill regarding fixing machines as well. Does your ship draw admiration wherever she goes?"
[2015-03-15 00:20:43]*	Bellator turns to Golden_Brass, "Actually there was somethin'; 'fore ya came Ah was talkin' to the cap' 'bout how he felt 'bout other races... Whats yer opinion of 'em?" she asks, somewhat hesitant
[2015-03-15 00:22:24]<Golden_Brass>	"Races?" Brass asks the heavily clothed mare. "I think you might need to clarify your meaning a bit there..."
[2015-03-15 00:24:35]*	Bellator "Ya know what Ah mean, theres more than a few different people 'round, especially now. Ah'm just wonderin' how ya feel 'bout that." she clarifies
[2015-03-15 00:24:57]*	Nutmeg_Oil smiles. "She sure does! Even if she doesn't like to admit it. But it comes with a share of trouble sometimes, so that's no wonder."  He shrugs
[2015-03-15 00:27:20]<Azshkazar>	"She... doesn't like to admit it? But it's so obvious to everyone around? Is there anything your ship will admit to?"
[2015-03-15 00:27:20]*	Golden_Brass shrugs.
[2015-03-15 00:28:44]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "Well, I'd love to pick your brain about Shy. She's a wonderful piece of work. She must have some fantastic stories."
[2015-03-15 00:29:35]<Golden_Brass>	"I travel around a lot, so I can't exactly afford to be a racist," Brass tells Bellator.
[2015-03-15 00:31:08]<Nutmeg_Oil>	He shrugs, amused. "She doesn't wanna be a braggart about it, because folks don't usually see a ship everyday. But she really deserves it."
[2015-03-15 00:31:48]*	Bellator nods, "Ah understand." she replies
[2015-03-15 00:33:13]<Azshkazar>	When Nutmeg_Oil isn't looking, Azshkazar throws Emerald_Rose an incredulous look
[2015-03-15 00:35:30]*	Golden_Brass looks like she's got an intuition about why Bellator's asking. The heavily-cloaked mare isn't exactly being as subtle as she could be, after all!
[2015-03-15 00:40:28]*	Emerald_Rose doesn't notice the look. "Well, she is a lovely creature. I'm sure I'll have a chance to hear all her tails once she warms up to me." She giggles.
[2015-03-15 00:41:57]*	Azshkazar rolls her eyes at the technophiles and moves on to to Bellator."
[2015-03-15 00:42:42]*	Golden_Brass waves farewell to Bellator and walks over to inspect Nutmeg_Oil's fine, art-deco airship...
[2015-03-15 00:43:31]*	Golden_Brass ([email protected]) has left
[2015-03-15 00:45:02]<Azshkazar>	"Hello, I don't believe we have been introduced, I am Azshkazar." Azshkazar says to her racially conscious shipmate
[2015-03-15 00:46:21]*	Emerald_Rose_ ([email protected]) has joined
[2015-03-15 00:47:49]*	Emerald_Rose has quit (Ping timeout: 121 seconds)
[2015-03-15 00:48:03]*	Emerald_Rose_ is now known as Emerald_Rose
[2015-03-15 00:48:33]*	Emerald_Rose is now known as Pony_89012
[2015-03-15 00:48:57]*	Bellator nods, "Ah don't believe we have; Mah name is Bellator, pleasure to meet ya." she replies, offering a hoof
[2015-03-15 00:49:01]*	Pony_89012 is now known as Viewing_Glass
[2015-03-15 00:49:13]*	Viewing_Glass is now known as Emerald_Rose
[2015-03-15 00:49:18]*	Golden_Brass ([email protected]) has joined
[2015-03-15 00:51:31]*	Azshkazar lightly grasps Bellator's hoof. "Of course. So, what brings you to The Flats, Bellator?"
[2015-03-15 00:53:50]*	Bellator "Ah was huntin' some critters out in them Badlands, came here for a bit of respite 'fore headin' out again. 'Fore Ah took this job that is." she replies, "An' how 'bout yerself?"
[2015-03-15 00:54:46]*	Emerald_Rose sighs in happiness at the ship before shaking her head and turning toward the conversation occurring nearby.
[2015-03-15 00:57:34]<Azshkazar>	"A hunter? You, my, it is quite the accomplishment. Honestly, I got stuck here. Wandered until I ran out of scrap. Used to have a small fortune from hunting monsters and troublemakers, but I spent it all on equipment for my ex companions. I had thought it was quite the investment at the time."
[2015-03-15 01:00:08]*	Nutmeg_Oil brushes away some dust off the ship's hull with his wings
[2015-03-15 01:00:33]*	Bellator nods, "Ah'm not in it for the scrap, enough to get by an' keep equiped is ahll Ah need." she replies
[2015-03-15 01:04:01]<Azshkazar>	"I can respect that, but it is nice to have some scrap to sleep under a real bed or go to the library once in a while. If you're not in it for the scrap, why did you join?"
[2015-03-15 01:04:39]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Measure well that enough." he chimes in, from beside the ship. "Helping ponies is great, but getting killed to spare a pony some dinero ain't no good."
[2015-03-15 01:04:53]*	Nutmeg_Oil trots closer to the group.
[2015-03-15 01:06:23]*	Bellator "'Cause if somethin' did wipe out that town, Ah'm thinkin' it ain't gonna stop there." she replies
[2015-03-15 01:06:53]*	Azshkazar smiles at Nutmeg. Oh, the things she's going to say about him when he's not around.
[2015-03-15 01:09:55]*	Emerald_Rose smiles and nods. "Better to solve a sickness at its start before it can spread through the body."
[2015-03-15 01:09:57]<Azshkazar>	"So you're an adventurer then? How lovely! Yes, I hope the people in that town are okay, but if they're not, I hope it's something worth fighting."
[2015-03-15 01:15:04]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Two places going silent at once ain't a good sign. Even if one of them is no good bandits, maybe especially 'cuz of that." He says, serious.
[2015-03-15 01:16:05]*	Bellator nods, "Points to some bigger bandits, or some real nast critter out there." she supposes
[2015-03-15 01:16:16]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "A fair fight, to be sure."
[2015-03-15 01:16:33]<Emerald_Rose>	"And something good to help the world."
[2015-03-15 01:19:47]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"If nothing else, an early warning can make all the difference."
[2015-03-15 01:20:28]<Azshkazar>	"Two places have gone silent? Where aside from the dome?"
[2015-03-15 01:28:19]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Some road gang hideout."
[2015-03-15 01:30:00]*	Emerald_Rose thinks for a moment. "Where was the road gang hideout in relation to the dome and here? And how long ago did the dome and this hideout go quiet?"
[2015-03-15 01:36:07]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"That I don't know."