Group 4 Session 23

<uSea_a_GM> Ocean waves crash into the cliffs below, sending up spray so high that it leaves the tunnel mouth damp and smelling of salt. The tunnel itself is wide enough for several ponies to walk abreast, but it ends quite quickly in a solid metal door that stands in stark contrast to the rock around it. 'Foresight Station 6' is written on the door.

<uSea_a_GM> “That's the back way in,” Prefect says, gesturing towards the door and the console beside it. “At least, I think it is. I never could get the computer to play nice.”

* Milia blinks a few times. Her eyes scan the writing on the sizable metal door that stands between them and the complex. "Foresight station 6, huh? I wonder how many of these are still around?...and still broadcasting..."

* uSea_a_GM sets mode +m #FalloutEquestriaPNP

* Spectre is apparently suddenly behind the group. Probably with a sleeping pegasus on her back.

* Spectre trots up behind them quietly puffing on a cigarette. Maybe she's been following them from a distance. who knows?

* ThePrettiestFilly is now known as AtomBell

* AtomBell is being a lazy bones and has draped herself across Spectre's back

* Artifica blinks, surprised at the reappearance of two MIA companions.

* AtomBell has let her mane grow out

* Artifica looks between the door and Spectre.   "Good to see you again," she says, wondering, "How did you know we were here?  Was it... foresight?"

* Spectre is wearing tan, worn out looking combat barding with a ragged tan hooded cloak over it. She looks skinnier than she did before she left "It was me happening to spot you."

* Milia hadn't noticed shit. Until Artifica points them out. "So, we gotta get this door ope-SLAVERS!" she shrieks, after slowly turning to spot the newcomers.

* Spectre cocks an eyebrow at the zebra, taking a drag of her cigarette "Yo, newbie."

* AtomBell expresses an amazing ability to sleep through conversations, especially reunions with her fellow healer and a screaming zebra.

* Spectre wiggles trying to wake up the heavy pegasus. She ain't supermare, you know.

<uSea_a_GM> Prefect and Short Stop look confused. "Err, are these friends of yours?"

* Milia had stuffed her face into her bags and withdrew her muzzle, a dose of Dash clenched between her teeth. "Oh. Not shlaversh. Jusht poniesh. Uhh-" she spits out the syringe, back into her stuff. "-Wait, you know Artifica? How friggin' fast and loose *is* this damn group with members?"

* Milia is entirely too quick on the draw to use drugs. At least she didn't actually inject herself this time.

<Spectre> "think a five cap hooker."

* Milia coughs awkwardly. "Five caps sounds generous..." she once more rummages around in her bags, and this time, instead of a syringe full of wonderful drugs, she has an unlit cigarette pursed between her lips. Oh wait that is a drug. At least it's a mild one?

* AtomBell thumps to the ground with considerable force.  She's not all that big, but her dingy white combat armor definitely adds bulk, "Artifica isn't a five cap hooker; she's a canny mare, from warra remembor."

* Milia looks expectantly to Spectre. "Gimme a light?"

* Spectre floats out a beat up old lighter and lights Milia's cigarette "I never said Art was a hooker."

<Spectre> "I said the group goes through members like one."

<AtomBell> "Oh that.  iId hev tuh agree wi' yee thor."

* Milia takes a drag. "Ahhh, sweet smokey-stuff...the surgeon general can eat a dick, you'd /never/ hurt me..." she coos lovingly to the tubular object in her mouth.

* Spectre snorts and puts her lighter back in her pocket and taking another drag of her cigarette

* Milia exhales, and then lets out a contented sigh. She cocks her head, raising an eyebrow at Atom. "Uh...is there something wrong with...her...head?"

<Spectre> "No. She's just got an impenetrable accent that I'm going to fix as soon as I find a shovel."

<Spectre> "Shovel therapy. Much better than shock therapy."

* Spectre looks back and smiles at AtomBell

* Milia nods in understanding. "Ahhh *puff*, I see...what about a melted rifle? The butt is kinda warped in a way that makes it sorts look like a shovel!" she chirps enthusiastically. Clearly Milia was interested in being accessory to causing mental trauma to a potential friend.

* Spectre scratches her chin in thought "Never thought about that"

* Milia turns and yanks one of the three rifles poking out of her bags by the barrel, the melted hunting rifle to be exact, and spits it to the ground. "Go nuts. Oh, uh...name's Milia, by the way."

<AtomBell> "A biggor yen, yee mean."

* Spectre grins "Spectre."

<AtomBell> "Or that, that meet dee it.  Ten/ninety chance iv accent correction owor seveor brain injury."

* Milia smiles. She then looks at Atom Bell. "Aaaaand...didn't catch your moniker either, mushmouth"

<AtomBell> "Doctor Bell."

<AtomBell> "B-E-L-L, nar na extra 'E' at the end."

* Milia *puff*s. She grins at the two new ponies. "Well, back up is always nice to have, and I guess friends are too! Nice to meet you both. Here's hoping you're around more than...ninety percent of the others I've met or heard about in this group!"

* Milia nods at Atombell. "Noted. Extra 'E' at the end..."

* Spectre goes crosseyed to look at her cigarette that seems to have burnt out and spits it out grumbling "Just call her Atom."

* Milia shrugs. "Works for me! As long as I don't have to call you 'slaver' or 'raider' or 'bucking bag', I'm easy."

<Spectre> "Well I'm not a raider or a slaver so that should be fairly easy I think."

* Spectre looks at the door "So what is the illustrious group up to these days?"

* Milia takes one final drag of her sweet, sweet nicotine tube as the last of its length crumbles away in ash. She exhales a large plume of smoke, closing her eyes.

<AtomBell> "Open mysterious locked doors for dandies still, looks leek."

<Spectre> "Sounds like my kinda job!"

* Milia rummages around in her bags, yet again. This time coming back with a sprig of mint in her mouth. "Pretty much. This door is a butt and a dick at the same time and doesn't want to open. Also, I guess we haven't exactly...tried to open it yet. But I don't need to try to know that this door...this door is a dickbutt."

<AtomBell> "Wey aye, Silent Spector, destroyor iv doors!"

* AtomBell nods her concurrence with their new zebra.  She all of a sudden feels glad Umbra didn't talk much.

<Milia> ((hahahaha))

* Spectre spots the console. she smirks at Milia "Lets see what's behind door number one, eh?"

* AtomBell asks Spec, "Want me lockpicks, sweetie?"

<Spectre> "Computer."

* Spectre trots forwards to the console

<uSea_a_GM> The console seems like a standard military affair. A pony with a good Science skill could probably get in after a bit of tinkering. [Normal]

<AtomBell> "Still...."

* Milia nickers, grinning at Spectre. "Sounds just fine by me! I'm no good with these magical glowing sorcery boxes, so this one's all yours."

* AtomBell rolls over on her belly.

* Spectre tickity tak taks at the keyboard and opens the door in 10 seconds flat.

<Spectre> "Done. that deserves a reward!" she pulls out another cigarette and lights it

<uSea_a_GM> The open door reveals a well-lit, short metal corridor ending in a service elevator with a stairwell to the side.

* Spectre points. she has a pipbuck on her leg. "Green marker."

* Milia makes idle chatter while Spectre works. "This place is being used by a group of ponies working for a griffon calling themselves Red Beak...and yes, the connection you just made in your head, that is exactly the case. Some douchenozzle warlord of Red Eye's...thought it would be a lark to take shit over once the boss went belly up. And *this* pony's mom-" she nods at Short Stop.

<Milia> "Is in charge of this little operation."

* Milia trots on in.

<Spectre> "Someone's in there, kid."

* Spectre trots off towards where the green marker on her EFS is indicating

<AtomBell> A wing appears around Spectre's neck and turns her head for a quick kiss.  Atom promptly drops back behind her, because, you know, less chance of her fighting something.

* Milia stops halfway through the entrance. She looks back at Spectre. "Well then *SAY* that! I don't have a goddess damn leg computer to tell me this shit! The phrase 'Green Marker' could be some nonsensical code for 'I'm awesome' for all I know!"

<Spectre> "I am awesome."

* Milia balks. "Either way, green is good, right? And we gotta go through here anyways..." she turns back and heads to the stairs.

<uSea_a_GM> Up the stairs you reach a large room filled with shelves, clearly a storeroom once upon a time. There are still a few food boxes on the shelves. There is a door on the far side next to a panel probably designed to open it.

* AtomBell peaks around Spectre

* Milia takes a look through the shelves. Her face scrunches at the pre-war food. "It just isn't as appealing when you have access to fresh cupcakes..."

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<AtomBell> "Lots iv stored rations fo' somethin."

<Spectre> "Well the computer was military so it stands to reason that this is a military base. outpost. Thing."

* Milia glances back towards Atom Bell. "Yeah...this station was probably supposed to be occupied 24/7, if it's used for what I think it's used for. There were probably ponies living here, way back when..."

<Spectre> "Whatever." Spectre starts taking food off the shelves and putting them in her bags

<AtomBell> "Ah."

* Milia chuckles. "Whatever, indeed. Not like any of that matters any more...the world dun got near blownt up anyways!" she adopts a fake Appleoosan accent during the second half of that sentence.

* Milia takes a look around the room as well, why not?

* Dusk_Beam has quit (Quit: Always try to be modest, and be proud about it!)

* AtomBell goes through the shelves, for medicinal purposes

* Milia spots two dusky colored glass bottles...still sealed. "N-no way, could it be?..." She hoofs through the pile of junk and uncovers two bottles of whiskey. "AWWW YEAH, MOTHER FUCKING MOTHER OF ALL MOTHERFUCKERS, IT'S A SHIT TON OF DRUNK-JUICE!" she says, hopping up and down.

* AtomBell giggles

* Spectre goes through the shelves. for looty purposes. She turns to Milia and gets puppydog...er...cerberus eyes "Share?"

* Artifica looks through the boxes too.  Everypony is doing it.  She jumps, banging her head when Milia virtually screams.

* Milia nods eagerly. She gives one of the bottles to Spectre

* Spectre squees and hugs Milia

* Milia hugs her back. "Yay, booze!"

* Milia flinches when she sees Art bonk her head. "Oh, crap, Art, you...you okay there?"

* Spectre drops back down to all fours and turns to Artifica

* Artifica wobbles.  "Yeah... okay...just make the room stop spinning."

* Milia chuckles. "Well, I'd offer you some of the whiskey I just found for that...but I think it'd just make it worse."

<Milia> "Unless...unless drunk spinning and dizzy spinning are opposite..."

* Milia taps a hoof to her chin, contemplating silently. "...I must test this, when we get out of here..."

* Spectre trots over and pats Artifica's back "Steady there. Well I dunno. I always found spinning in the opposite direction stopped that

<Spectre> "It could totally work."

* AtomBell trots back, frowning, "Dee ah nee't tuh use these bandages already?

* AtomBell nips Spectre's ear

<Spectre> "I didn't do it!"

<Spectre> "I know NOZHING!"

* AtomBell bites Spectre again

<AtomBell> "Sta givin lousy medical advice.  Yee want me tuh tek a lyeuk, Artifica?"

* Artifica mumbles something about stripes looking funny when they spin, then shakes her head to clear it.

<Spectre> "It might have been lousy medical advice but it's awesome fun time advice!"

* Artifica answer, "No.  Thank you.  I'll be fine in a moment.

* AtomBell nods and goes back to retrieve the packages of bandages and stray healing potion she found.

* Milia chuckles, trotting over towards the door. "Clearly we need to combine the three: head trauma, alcohol and spinning around...sounds like a party. I'll bring the cupcakes!"

* Artifica perks.  "Cupcakes?"

<Milia> "...if Cerberus hasn't eaten them all by then."

<Milia> "...or me."

* Milia shifty eyes.

<Spectre> "Better save me one."

* Milia looks down to the door panel. "I make no such promise."

<uSea_a_GM> You find a wide corridor with several doors. The door to your left looks very thick, and is well secured. Probably the main entrance.

* Spectre looks around for where the green marker had gotten off to. "The I require one as soon as we're done playing slaughter the slavers."

* Spectre pokes her head out and looks around

* Milia lowers her voice to a hush. "Fair enough...huh, more doors...what is it with these doors...thinking they own the place...jackasses..." she mutters after popping her head out and getting a good look at the hallway.

* Milia takes a look at the one immediately in front of her.

* AtomBell keeps a step or so behind Spectre.

* Spectre points at the end of the corridor "Well the friendly marker is off in that direction."

* Milia keeps an ear out for any odd noises coming from behind the door opposite the one they just exited.

* AtomBell keeps still

* Milia nods at Spectre. "We need to find the transmitters for the slave collars...otherwise there's gonna be a nice red slurry of ponybrain coating the camp...and unfortunately it won't be slaver flavored."

* Milia tries to open the door right across the hall from the food storage area.

* Spectre scratches her mane "Fucking hate collars."

* Spectre follows Milia. Might as well stick together for now.

<uSea_a_GM> The door opens to a simple stairway that heads up into the large dome on top of the station.

* Milia sighs. "You and me both..."

<Spectre> "Save that for later, I say."

* Milia blinks a few times. "...huh...we can go up...let's uh, let's come back to this."

* Milia spins around. "Next door!" She trots over to the side door on the left, further down the hallway.

* Spectre nodnods. "Next doo-Stop. reading. my. mind."

* Spectre takes the door to the right

* Artifica asks Spectre, "Which was was that green marker?"  She adds, "Assuming it wasn't registering some of the mold back in the storeroom."

* Spectre points at the last door at the end of the corridor

<Milia> "Sorry, it's the zebra voodoo...stardevil...sorcery...evil enchantress powers.  Comes with the stripes.  Can't turn 'em off."

* Milia sticks her tongue out at Spectre.

* Spectre snerks

* Artifica nods.  "Zebra Sense?"

<Milia> "Perfect."

* Milia laughs.

<Spectre> "Does your zebra sense tingle?"

<uSea_a_GM> The door on the same side as the store room is locked.

<Spectre> "Atom sweetie, you're up."

<Milia> "All the time.  Feels /awesome/.  Who needs a stallion?"

<Spectre> "I don't~"

* Milia chuckles. "I could tell."

<uSea_a_GM> The room opposite contains several bunk beds along with tables, chairs and a small kitchen unit. At the back is a separate bathroom. The beds are all neatly made except for one which looks like somepony would lie on top of the covers. There is a pile of empty whiskey bottles on a table in the middle of the room, beside a tape player with a recording module attached. The module could probably plug into a PipBuck.

* AtomBell was already moving to the door, lockpicks in wing

* Spectre steps back to let Atom do her thing

<AtomBell> "Have it in a jiff," she murmurs, inspecting the lock.

* Artifica follows the conversation until she finds her mind drifting to a store that Friendship City used to have which sold all manner of things that felt awesome and did away with the need for stallions.  Blushing for no obvious reason, she shakes the thoughts away and watches Atom.  "Want any help?"

* AtomBell jiggles it, clearly out of practice

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<Artifica> ?me watches the bobby pin break.  "hold on..."

<AtomBell> "Hmpf. Mebbies."

* Artifica watches the bobby pin break.  "hold on..."

* AtomBell selects another set of picks from the set to try again, tongue sticking out and all.

* Artifica summons up her magic, her horn glowing.  A sister glow wraps around the lock as she casts Spirit of Riddles.

* AtomBell hears the click and eeps with glee, "Shtill go' ish!"

* Milia clops her hooves together, clacking together her spiked shoes in applause. "Woooo, go featherduster! I mean Atom!"

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* AtomBell backs away at the sudden burst of magic with wings ruffled

<AtomBell> "Whush?"

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* Artifica smiles.  "Happy to help"

<Spectre> "You're a wizard, Atom!"

* Spectre grins

* Milia awaited its opening with bated breath. It was locked, cool stuff was always behind locked doors. The chicken statue in her bags proved it.

* Spectre opens the door

<uSea_a_GM> Past the now-unlocked door is a small armoury, with 2 racks of weapons and one of armour

* Spectre squees and bolts in like a filly in a candy store

* Milia stares in awe. "It's...beautiful."

* Spectre starts looking around her tail wagging like...well...cerberus

* Milia trots in. "ohboyohboyohboyohboyohboy..." she mutters.

* Spectre spots the riot shotgun and nearly creams herself "It's. Beautiful~"

* Milia trots right over to the armor. Guns didn't exactly do it for her. "Ooooh..."

<AtomBell> "Sweet 'lestia."

* Artifica quickly dashes to the combat armor, calling out "Dibs!"

* Milia calls out. "Ditto!"

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* ThePrettiestFilly is now known as AtomBell

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* Artifica glances at the remaining set of Security Armor.  "I think I could Berry-fy that."

* Spectre just sits, stroking her riot shotgun like it's her precious.

* Milia hops around a bit, feeling just a bit more agile in this new armor than she did in her old, metal barding. "Oh this is nice...REALLY nice."

<Milia> "I like this room.  It makes me happy.  Happy like a zebra who just walked into a room full of weapons and armor."

<Spectre> "Go figure

* Artifica finds that unsurprising.

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* Artifica adds, "Just give me a few hours and a workbench, and I could have that armor perfectly fitted to our puppyfilly.

* Milia looks at her new armor, and then down to new barding. "Huh...think you could cannibalize this metal armor to reinforce this new stuff when we get out of here, too? Every little bit helps."

* ThePrettiestFilly is now known as AtomBell

* Spectre wanders off to the last door to be checked

* uSea_a_GM gives voice to AtomBell

* Milia follows. Carrying whatever loot wasn't claimed by somepony else.

* Milia should just embroider dollar signs on her saddle bags. She was quickly becoming the loot carrier.

* AtomBell snaps out of her daze and sees what got left behind by the rest.  She shouldn't have spent all that time admiring her wingwork.  Finding nothing, she drifts back out the hallway towards the upstairs

* AtomBell may have found something after all, considering how much her bags are sagging now along with some of her coat pockets.

* AtomBell stands away from the others unless called

* Artifica magically fills her ammo drums.

* Spectre just opens the last door

<uSea_a_GM> The first thing you notice is a ghoul sitting at a large console with his back to the door.

* AtomBell fiddles with her new magic toys

* Milia glances at Spectre. "Still green?" she whispers.

* Spectre checks. "Still green."

<uSea_a_GM> Smaller terminals line the walls showing various readouts that lost their significance long ago. The wall opposite the door is enchanted so that it acts as a window from the inside, giving a wonderful view of the sun as it begins to set over the ocean.

* Milia clears her throat. "*ahem* Hello there...sir? Do you...uh...work here?" she speaks up.

<uSea_a_GM> The ghoul does not stir at all. It seems completely ingrossed in the console in front of it.

* AtomBell nervously eyes the main door, still locked.

* Milia trots slowly around to get a look at the ghoul's face. "Errr..."

* Spectre walks in

* Milia looks at the consoles. "...Whatcha watching?"

* Artifica approaches cautiously.

<uSea_a_GM> Screens around the main console show the status of stations 1 though 5. The signal readouts are flashing red; all are silent.

<Spectre> "Red is typically bad." Spectre states helpfully.

<uSea_a_GM> On the main console, the left side of the screen is full of the same command repeated over and over: 'Signal lost from station(s): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5' followed by 'Abort code confirmed' on the line below. In one corner there is a countdown for 'Lunar Alignment'.

<Milia> "Well, that answers my question about how many of these things are left..."

<Spectre> "What things?"

* Milia slowly reaches a hoof out to poke the ghoul. "These stations." she responds, never taking her eye off the undead pony next to her.

* Spectre is ready to pull her new toy out if things go sour

* AtomBell keeps 'Hush Now' close at wing as she pokes about

<uSea_a_GM> The ghoul simply stares ahead at the screen as if was waiting for something.

* Milia looks for a name tag on the ghoul anywhere.

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<Spectre> "..." Spectre covers his eyes with her hooves "guess who!"

<uSea_a_GM> Surprisingly this produces no reaction at all. But Spectre's hooves end up a little grimy.

* Spectre pouts "Aww..." She looks at her hoof "Eww..."

<Spectre> "I'm thinkin' he's actually a feral. No sentient ghoul would be this...statue-ey."

* Milia sighs, still looking at him for anything that she could use to identify him. "I can't remember ever seeing a feral that just sat there while there were four potential meals sitting right there..." she muses aloud. "Ghouls are weird...maybe he needs like, a jolt or something. Somepony to address him by name or something, bring him back to reality."

<Milia> "Or maybe he just really likes sunrises."

* Milia looks at the Lunar Alignment countdown. How long did they have until...whatever that was happened?

* AtomBell turns back towards the voices, shakily certain that they were alone with the marker Spectre had found.

* AtomBell is now known as AtomBell-Supper

* Spectre pokes the ghoul "Poke."

* Milia blinks a few times. "...27 minutes, 45 seconds...and counting. Well fuck, that's not good."

* Artifica frowns, confused.  "If he was feral, wouldn't he be trying to... I don't know... eat us?

* Artifica looks to Milia with worry.  "Counting up or down?"

* Milia frowns. "Down."

<Spectre> "Not neccesarily. some ferals kind of...just sit there. Doing what they were doing when they 'died'."

<Spectre> "And what's in 27 minutes?"

<Spectre> "I guess Feral would be the wrong term for them, but they ain't sentient."

<Milia> "...Lunar alignment.  Whatever that is.  We should, uh...probably make like trees and...try to figure out what the fuck that is.  Learning trees.  Trees that learn."

<Milia> "Trees that learn /quickly/." she amends.

* AtomBell-Supper stops to study some signs

<Spectre> "and leaf?"

* Spectre supplies

* Spectre shrugs

<Milia> "No, these are leafless trees.  They get really upset when you ask them about it, too.  They put all their effort into getting smart, and they all went bald.  Did I mention I get incoherent and kind of loopy when I start to get nervous?"

* Milia trots in place. *clikkety clakk*

* Spectre scratches her mane "The countdown seems to be...well...counting down, to when the moon'll appear."

<Spectre> "So it's a fancy clock

<Spectre> "Counting down to night time."

* Artifica o.O at Milia

<Milia> "...it's morning."

* Scorch_Mechanic is now known as Scorch_Mechanic[A]

<Milia> ((I THINK AT LEAST))

* Milia didnt say that that would be dumb it's clearly night time

* Artifica looks for AtomBell.  We need a pegasus.

* Spectre Atom bell is studyin' her some signs.

* Milia stops. "...well why the fuck do they have to word it like that! These damn pre-war stations are always full of horrible death traps and killer technology! Screw this I'm going upstairs!" she throws up her hooves, and harumphs, incredibly embarassed she was getting nervous about something so obvious.

* Spectre smiles and trots after Milia

* Milia stops in front of the door to her immediate right as she trots out. "...we never DID go in here, did we?" She glances back to Spectre and shrugs. "Might as well see what's what. Maybe there will be more guns!"

<Spectre> "Or more booze!"

<Milia> "EVEN BETTER!"

* Milia was still a bit red, but her curiosity was quickly replacing her bashfulness. Her ears wilt upon seeing the fairly mundane state of the room. "Awww...Well...if we wanted to get a good night's sleep, we found the room to do it in..."

* Spectre follows her new friend happily

<Spectre> "Beats sleeping on the ground."

<uSea_a_GM> The pair's spirits are lifted when they see the whiskey bottles on one of the tables, but the feeling soon drains away when they see that the bottles are empty.

<Milia> "CURSES"

* Spectre pouts at the empty bottles

<Spectre> "Why you so empty, bottles?"

<Milia> "Stupid...nerd...bottles...how dare you...be empty..." she half heartedly chastises the inanimate objects, tipping them over onto their sides dejectedly with a forehoof.

* Spectre spots the tape recorder thing and goes to investigate "Oh, whuzzat?"

<Milia> "Oh well...two bottles is still better than none...huh?"  She trots over to Spectre.  "Looks like...a thingie."

<Spectre> "It totally is a thingie. A tape thingie."

* Milia oooohs. "Tape thingie? Sweetness! Do stuff to it! Tape stuff!"

* Spectre curses and her voice drops "No time little sidekick, enemies, ho!" Spec pulls out her new shotgun

* Artifica suggests "Play it," as she enters the room.  She stops abruptly.  "Enemies?  How many, and where?"

<Spectre> "Grouped, but spreading out." She points at the enemies on her EFS

<Spectre> (In the direction, anyways)

* Milia balks. "I am nopony's sidekick! I do, however, kick ponies in the side. Are...are they coming in here?..."

<Spectre> "I was teasing you. Of course you're not the sidekick. Nopony is a sidekick."

<Milia> "Well, Prefect might be..."

<Spectre> "...Who?"

* Milia glances upward. She whispers. "Hoofsteps upstairs...kinda glad we didn't go up there first..."

<uSea_a_GM> As if answering to his name, Prefect speaks up from teh control room. "Err, this ghoul-chap seems to be moving."

<Milia> "Wonderful..." she mutters as she peeks her head out of the room, whisper-yelling back to Prefect.  "What's he doing?"

* Artifica frowns.  "Think the slavers found their way in?"

<uSea_a_GM> The ghoul emerges from the control room and begins walking down the corridor, passing the bunk room and heading towards the stairwell. "Well... that," says Prefect, not very helpfully.

<Spectre> "Possibly."

* Spectre snorts "Good job, sidekick."

* Spectre pokes her head out the door to watch the ghoul

* AtomBell-Supper is now known as AtomBell

<Milia> "Should we follow?...and can you download whatever's on that tape thingie so we can listen to it later, Spec?"

<Spectre> "The tape thingie ain't goin no where."

* Milia looks at Spectre's shotgun. "Call me paranoid...but I was just worried this place might be seeing a bit of destructive activity in the near future."

* AtomBell eeps and gets clear of the ghoul's path.  Wait, there's a ghoul in here!?

<Milia> "It'll be fine though, I'm sure..."

* Spectre shrugs and trots off to download whatevers on the tape recorder "K"

* AtomBell scampers towards the rest of the group, "Wot did ah miss?"

* Milia looks at Atom. She responds matter of factly. "A ghoul, apparently."

<uSea_a_GM> It pauses outside the stairwell and opens the door, only to be greeted by a large shotgun barrel between the eyes. *BOOM*

* Spectre scampers back to the door after the download's done "Definitely those slavers."

* Milia yelps, ducking back into the bunk room.

<uSea_a_GM> **End of Session for Group 4**

* AtomBell follows Spec with a groan