(7:42:01 PM) Fireater: A new day shines down upon the assembled little ponies at the edge of the big, awakening praire.  The early, or on time, arrivals are treated to a quartet of large farm stallions pulling a heavily laden wagon of grain through the recently opened gates while guards watch.  Marewaukee's walls are mostly earthen, varying from six to ten feet in height around the outside.  Parts are made of piled stone or rubble.
(7:42:04 PM) Fireater: Here and there a bastion has been built to hold a large machine gun or light cannon.  Above them, on the wood and metal towers that frame the several city gates a few police ponies observe the comings and goings.  A small cart rattles by with a young mare and two rambunctious colts pulled by a stallion.
(7:42:33 PM) Fireater: There's no sign of the group's erstwhile employer yet as they begin to gather on the sidewalk...
(7:47:11 PM) #AdventureNotFound: mode (+vvvv Harren Miracle Shockwave Study_Journal) by Fireater
(7:47:17 PM) ***Miracle scuffs her hoof on the ground impatiently sighing quietly "two days to do this, and things are already off schedule."
(7:47:18 PM) ***Study_Journal stands quietly, waiting happily for everyone and their employeer
(7:47:28 PM) Harren: (7:45:25 PM) ***Harren shuffles his way to the appointed meeting place, rubbing sleep out of his yellow eyes with the back of his claw. His head of feathers still looking ruffled from sleep, his armor looking a bit dishevelled as well. With a yawn he stops, looking around for the employer. Shrugging, he takes a seat, content to wait on his employer.
(7:48:15 PM) Miracle: "Morning sleepyhead."
(7:48:57 PM) ***Harren shrugs, letting out another yawn. "Good morning....have you seen the..uh..boss?"
(7:48:59 PM) ***Miracle pats her pockets looking for something and sighing when she doesn't find her cigarettes, remembering she quit a week ago.
(7:49:05 PM) Miracle: "Nope."
(7:49:20 PM) Miracle: "He'll probably be the last to show and make us get a late start."
(7:49:36 PM) Harren: "Well.....it wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen."
(7:50:26 PM) Miracle: "Like hell it wouldn't. We've got two days before our pay gets docked."
(7:51:00 PM) ***Harren shrugs, pulling out a can of fruit and using a talon as a can opener, he gets it open and munches on some fruit while he waits.
(7:52:21 PM) ***Harren in between beakfuls of fruit. "So, who're you? And...why did you get picked for this?"
(7:52:49 PM) ***Study_Journal glances up at the conversation and leans back, keeping his yap shut. Right now wasn't the right time to talk.
(7:57:15 PM) ***Miracle blinks "Miracle Drift. And I'm a mercenary. Freelance medic. I'm here to keep your butts alive if things go horribly wrong."
(7:57:56 PM) Miracle: "What about you?"
(7:58:32 PM) ***Harren nods, then when asked about himself he shrugs. "A mechanic...not too bad with a gun, though not a professional. Oh, and the name's Harren."
(8:00:35 PM) Miracle: "Nice to meet you, Harren. And what about you Silent Bob." she looks at Shockwave
(8:00:40 PM) Miracle: Study_Journal*
(8:01:49 PM) Miracle left the room.
(8:01:50 PM) ***Study_Journal glances to Miracle. "Study Journal, reporter from the Sentinal. Inner city likes hearing about drama so I signed up for an adventure."
(8:02:42 PM) Miracle [Molestia@Changeling.Swarmer.MisterSpecter] entered the room.
(8:03:48 PM) ***Shockwave eventually finds his way to the rendevouz point; whereupon he met with the others. "Oh goodness; I'm this late?"
(8:04:04 PM) #AdventureNotFound: mode (+v Miracle) by Fireater
(8:04:18 PM) ***Miracle looks up at Shockwave and shakes her head "Boss still ain't here so you're fine."
(8:05:42 PM) ***Miracle looks back to Study_Journal "A reporter? Do you have any actual skills?"
(8:06:04 PM) ***Harren stifles a chuckle with a mouthful of fruit.
(8:06:12 PM) ***Shockwave bats himself on the back of the head. "Good to hear... I think." He grinned.
(8:07:54 PM) Cobalt_Comet [PishPosh@Pony-7jgann.ga.comcast.net] entered the room.
(8:07:58 PM) Shockwave: "Oh, nearly forgot - The name's Shockwave! Nice to meet you all!"
(8:08:07 PM) #AdventureNotFound: mode (+v Cobalt_Comet) by Fireater
(8:08:37 PM) ***Harren gives shockwave and idle wave, taking a moment to finish off his fruit before stuffing the empty tin can back into his saddlebags.
(8:09:26 PM) ***Study_Journal shrugs. "I can shoot and I can interview."
(8:10:33 PM) Miracle: "Fair enough. How bout you, Shockwave. What do you bring to the table?"
(8:10:39 PM) #AdventureNotFound: mode (+H 10:10000) by Fireater
(8:11:23 PM) Shockwave: "I'm looking around for parts - But the things I'm after are mighty expensive, so this'll lend me a helping hoof to getting my masterpiece stitched together!"
(8:11:43 PM) Miracle: "MAsterpiece?"
(8:12:35 PM) ***Harren raises an eyebrow at Shockwave's statement. Curious what this pony thought of as a masterpiece.
(8:12:44 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet turns a bend and appears nearby, eyes staring ahead while he listens to the radio with his scrab built headphones, the large junk built antenna is raised and bobs as he walks. Nearing the group he switches off the radio and pulls off the headphones.
(8:13:36 PM) ***Shockwave nods, stamping a hoof on the ground. "Sound! It's so easy to find, but it has so little utilizations!" He explained. Almost as if he'd practiced this speech. "But imagine it - A way for ponies to fend off the wastes with the most common thing next to dirt - Sound!"
(8:14:00 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet looks about with shifty eyes, "Sound, what about sound?"
(8:14:08 PM) Miracle: "I've heard about a weapon like that."
(8:14:56 PM) ***Harren holds back a chuckle again. "Sound? Sounds a bit ineffective, comparatively."
(8:15:27 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet eyes get wide, "Weaponized sound! where did you get that, who are your sources?", he seems genuinly interested
(8:16:07 PM) Miracle: "Seriously I've even seen schematics for one in the office of one of my old employers."
(8:16:11 PM) ***Shockwave shakes his head. "Not at all!" He smiled. "The sounds of explosions make you go deaf - Imagine if they got louder, focused, even more so!"
(8:16:24 PM) ***Study_Journal raises an eyebrow at it for a moment but then ignores the ranting
(8:16:35 PM) Miracle: "An you're off in lala land."
(8:16:35 PM) Fireater: More wagons pass by.  Loaded and empty farm wagons, a fast moving stage coach and plenty of ponies a foot heading into the city for the day.  As the crowd thickens a mare in a little black dress canters towards the group with a manila folder in her teeth!  It would seem to be Honey, the secretary that made their coffee the day before.
(8:16:58 PM) Miracle: "Oh thank god." she trots off to meet Honey
(8:18:15 PM) ***Shockwave feels his ears droop. "Spoil sport." He mumbled, apparently directed at Miracle, but eagerly listens for what Honey had in store for them.
(8:18:26 PM) ***Miracle calls back "And the force of the displaced air as the explosion is what blows your eardrums."
(8:18:35 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet leans over to shockwave, whisperingly loudly, "Enough for now, we shall speak later, quickly act as if we know nothing! Oh im Cobalt by the way". Without explaination he leans back from shockwave and whistles.
(8:18:45 PM) ***Harren shrugs and makes his way over to Honey at a much more lax pace, curious what she had to say.
(8:19:41 PM) ***Study_Journal glances towards the mare who gives the info, taking out his notepad
(8:20:13 PM) Fireater: The petite mares nods in acknowledgement to Miracle since she's the first pony to approach.  Spitting the folder into her hoof, she holds it out with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry Miss Drift but there was some delay in getting out of the office this morning.  This is just a few final odds and ends Mr. Fed wanted you to have before leaving."
(8:20:47 PM) ***Miracle takes the folder, nodding to her "No problem. We weren't set back too terribly thankfully."
(8:21:17 PM) Fireater: "There's a set of building plans for the station and a pass key that might work for the outside doors there," she adds, panting a little bit.
(8:21:45 PM) Miracle: "Did you run all the way here or something? And thank you. This will definitely come in useful"
(8:22:31 PM) ***Study_Journal makes notes about the information he's heard
(8:22:35 PM) Fireater: She smiles, "More of a jog really, but I don't usually do it in shoes.  Good luck, I hope that might make your job a little easier!"
(8:24:17 PM) ***Harren recalls the folder he'd taken the night before, wondering what more Mr. Fed had to offer them.
(8:24:25 PM) Fireater: The mare turns to depart, slower, back into the throng of creatures.  A group of zebras is passing by, lost in conversing in their own tounge interspersed with hearty laughter.
(8:24:37 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet nods, kicking a peddle to retract his antenna set up which clanks shut. "Of course, information is key for success"
(8:25:31 PM) ***Miracle tucks the folder into her bags "Well, lets go shall we?"
(8:26:36 PM) ***Harren  gives Miracle a nod. "The sooner the better."
(8:26:59 PM) ***Shockwave nods, giving a quick shake to make sure his weapons were securely locked in his saddle. "Ready as I'll ever be!"
(8:27:24 PM) Miracle: "Who had the map? They should probably take point."
(8:28:10 PM) Fireater: There was in point of fact a map in each folder.  The contents are duplicated to prevent the loss of one crippling the team.
(8:28:57 PM) ***Harren gives Miracle a wave, pulling the folder from his bags. "I have one. I guess I'll be taking point."
(8:29:15 PM) ***Miracle nods and falls in behind Harren "Lets move then, ponies."
(8:30:05 PM) ***Harren flips through the folder to his map and starts his way towards the gate, looking upwards to check out the sky.
(8:30:08 PM) Fireater: Some of the guards are in the black and sky blue trimmed leather armor of Marewaukee Auxiliary Guards.  An overweight griffon by the machinegun nest wearing the regular guard's yellow and green combat armor has been keeping an eye on them as they've stood there, if anyone in the party has spent a lot of time looking around.
(8:30:40 PM) Fireater: The sky is clear!  There is some high cloud cover in the distance.
(8:30:43 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet stretches and nods, "Yes lets, I had to sleep in a back alley last night to save cap. cant dip into my emergency caps. made for a sloppy clean up job this morning to cover my tracks. Lets get this over with so I can resupply with the pay"
(8:31:53 PM) Fireater: Winds are no more then ten miles an hour out of the east.
(8:31:53 PM) ***Study_Journal trots along silently, still glancing about at the sights
(8:32:19 PM) ***Harren ignores the....odd comments of Cobalt_Comet and makes his way up to the gate, passing through if not harrassed on his way through.
(8:32:21 PM) ***Miracle glances incredulously at Cobalt_Comet
(8:32:41 PM) Miracle: "What exactly is it you...do, Cobalt?"
(8:35:00 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet shrugs, "Well up until a few weeks ago I was a guard for a small community. Though really that was just my ocupation, its not really what I do, like what I enjoy doing. It was just a job. Anyway I was, erm... let go, so I have been a bit hard up for funds as of late"
(8:35:35 PM) ***Miracle blinks "Ooooookaaaaaaay." she just looks back ahead, following Harren
(8:36:17 PM) Fireater: Outside the gates are wider spaced wooden shanties and sheds.  Some are small stores, some are obviously empty while a few are taverns.  Traffic is still fairly busy and patonage at the stores seems to be good.
(8:37:19 PM) ***Harren stopping a few yards outside the gate, he turns back to the party, asking "There seem to be a few shops here. Does anyone need to buy anything before we leave for the next few days?"
(8:38:32 PM) Fireater: Beyond the thin ranks of structures along the main road are visible the abandoned remains of the pre-war suburbs, stretching out towards the distant waving gold of the fields closest the city.
(8:38:35 PM) ***Study_Journal shakes his head. "I packed all I needed."
(8:38:45 PM) Shockwave: "I should be good - Just recently stocked up." Shockwave smiled.
(8:39:16 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet dosent explain further, seeming fairly used to that reaction. Instead he turns to Harren, "Well sure, but like I said caps are tight and I need pay before I go on my next shoping spree... besides, I mostly buy through intermediaries and such, you know, errand ponies and such, the occasional courior service maybe"
(8:39:24 PM) Miracle: "I need some food buuuut I'm broke. I had to spend all my pay from the last job on medical supplies."
(8:41:19 PM) ***Harren gives a shrug. "Looks like we're not stopping here then...hopefully we'll be able to find some food on the way. Maybe one of the contacts in the folder could he." He frowns slightly as he turns back around, once again starting the way out of the city.
(8:41:55 PM) Shockwave: "Do you?" Shockwave asked, setting down his bag. "I've got some spare caps if you wanna get a couple of things. Least I could do given we're all going to get paid after we finish up anyhows!"
(8:42:44 PM) ***Harren waves it off. "I'll be fine."
(8:43:02 PM) ***Miracle smiles at Shockwave and waves a hoof "I should be fine."
(8:44:14 PM) Shockwave: "Are you absolutely sure? I mean, it's not like you'll owe me or nothing - I'd be more than happy to shout you myself, but I don't know what your tastes are - You could get something you like while we're here!"
(8:44:18 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet smiles, "Oh no thank you, but that was nice of you to offer. Your much friendlier than the last group I trodged out into the waste with"
(8:44:59 PM) ***Study_Journal rolls his eyes as he waits for descions to be made
(8:45:19 PM) ***Harren looks back at Shockwave to shake his head again, continuing on his way.
(8:45:47 PM) Miracle: "Oh I'm not picky."
(8:46:10 PM) Fireater: A wagon of animal hides rumbles by.  Some of the bar patrons on the porches are watching the group suspiciously
(8:46:53 PM) ***Harren gives the bar patrons a wave as he passes, though he feels a bit nervous under this scrutiny.
(8:47:22 PM) ***Shockwave picks up his bag again. "Fine, fine, but if you get hungry, you won't pass down what I offer you, okay?" He replied, putting his bag back over his back.
(8:47:36 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet follows along, "Oh I am, at least when it comes to things that I put into my body. More the reason not to spend more time shoping though. Could be here all day otherwise, best to move on for now and hope to scrounge something up later. easier to put up with junk if its your only option".
(8:47:39 PM) ***Miracle smiles "I won't~"
(8:48:26 PM) Fireater: They quickly grow bored when the group doesn't sprout second heads or start engaging in some sort of fight.
(8:49:40 PM) ***Harren keeps on his way out of town, hovering so that he has his claws free to read the map.
(8:50:03 PM) ***Miracle scampers after Harren.
(8:50:33 PM) Fireater: Roads are firm and clear, paved with a firmly packed surface of stone.
(8:50:44 PM) ***Shockwave follows the others in a hurry.
(8:51:34 PM) Fireater: Harren is able to sucessfully orient himself on the map without a compass!  It's hoof-drawn but quite clearly executed.  It seems they're to follow the main road for eight miles before turning off onto a farm track.
(8:51:36 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet as soon as they are out of town the antenna and headphones come back on, eyes scanning around them as he hoofs through channels occasionally.
(8:51:49 PM) ***Study_Journal seems to keep to himself the trip so far, not starting any conversations
(8:53:16 PM) ***Miracle drops back to trot alongside Study_Journal "So, Silent Bob. You ever going to join in on the banter or am I going to have to move your mouth and talk in a funny voice to pretend I'm you?"
(8:53:31 PM) Miracle: "Because we've got a ways to go, and silence will get boring."
(8:53:31 PM) Fireater: It only takes a few blocks for them to leave the remnants of inhabited civilization for the crumbling suburban houses and dried out yards.
(8:53:43 PM) ***Harren once he figures he gets the general idea of the map, puts it away, turning back to the rest of the group and telling them "Our path follows this road for a few miles. We'll turn off onto a farm road then." He then quits his hovering, walking along the ground like an earthbound creature.
(8:54:00 PM) ***Miracle smiles and nods at Harren
(8:54:36 PM) ***Study_Journal sighs as he looks to Miracle. "Does it even matter if I do add into the banter? We're not going to see each other again after this trip. I'd rather be a forgetable face in the crowd."
(8:55:09 PM) Miracle: "How do you know? Maybe we'll get another job together after this one."
(8:55:19 PM) Fireater: From the air Harren had been able to see that the road ahead is fairly clear of ponies.  A mixed group of buffalo and ponies trot by dragging a cart of shaped stones.
(8:55:31 PM) Miracle: "And besides, as a reporter don't you think it's important to make contacts you can potentially use in the future?"
(8:55:34 PM) Fireater: There's still a fair amount of foot traffic going the other way.
(8:56:02 PM) ***Study_Journal snorts. "I'd rather be assigned to another crime murder." He says before smirking to her. "Hun, I have contacts that others leave for dead."
(8:56:38 PM) ***Miracle scowls a little "Great. You're going to be fun, I just know it."
(8:57:48 PM) ***Study_Journal smiles lightly. "See why i should keep my mouth shut?"
(8:57:54 PM) ***Harren keeps a steady pace ahead of the group.
(8:57:56 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet scoots his headphone back to reveal one ear, "Dont mind him miss, hes just a main stream reporter"
(8:58:02 PM) ***Shockwave bunches up next to Study and Miracle. "Not even a contact who's going to engineer both the coolest AND the best weapon to come out of the wastes since Ponies figured out which end of the gun goes 'bang'?
(8:58:53 PM) Miracle: "Well if you're going to be a jackass then yea, keep your mouth shut. I'm trying to be friendly."
(8:59:09 PM) ***Study_Journal sighs, he keeps his mouth shut like he should
(8:59:35 PM) ***Harren just rolls his eyes, wondering if there was headache relief medicine in Miracle's saddlebags.
(8:59:53 PM) ***Miracle has a spell for that :I
(9:00:36 PM) Fireater: Up ahead a small scattering of stalls are set up where a small dirt road crosses the high road.
(9:01:06 PM) ***Harren checks his map to see if they'd already reached the farm road mentioned there.
(9:01:51 PM) Fireater: They haven't even gone a mile yet.  There seems to be a sizable number of dirt roads that cross the main leading off to small towns or large farms.
(9:01:59 PM) ***Miracle scowls and just goes back to trotting alongside Harren
(9:02:34 PM) ***Harren shrugs and puts the map back away, turning his head at the sound of Miracle trotting up. "Enjoy the talk?"
(9:03:09 PM) ***Study_Journal reviews his notes as he trots, sighing lightly
(9:03:31 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet rolls his eyes, "and with that allow me to actually provide us with some small degree of entertainment for the road", He promptly unplugs his headphones and sets in for a more party friendly channel instead of his usual stattic to play music.
(9:04:14 PM) ***Shockwave hasn't left Study's side yet, whistling to himself and rocking his head from side to side.
(9:04:49 PM) Miracle: "No."
(9:05:47 PM) ***Harren manages to stifle a laugh. "I see. Well, I'm always here for conversation, if you don't want to learn about sonic weapons and collateral."
(9:06:49 PM) Miracle: "I use energy weapons so I'm familiar with sonic weapons."
(9:07:20 PM) ***Study_Journal looks to Shockwave. "What do you even know about sonic weapons?"
(9:07:30 PM) ***Harren gives a shrug, looking back to the road ahead. "I...nevermind. So, where are you from?"
(9:08:18 PM) Fireater: As they draw closer, it appears the stands are mostly selling food.  One appears to be the temporary shop of a zebra mystic, her sign painted with glyphs and symbols.  A few fillies seem to be getting their fortunes told.  Some well dressed ponies, mostly in waiter's uniforms from city resteraunts, are queued at the food stands.
(9:08:30 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet looks around, "which one of us? that sounded pretty nebulous"
(9:08:31 PM) Miracle: "Around here actually."
(9:09:10 PM) Shockwave: "Not even the slightest!" Shockwave grinned. "But I'm thinking they work off frequencies - I saw a performer at the local waterhole back in New Appleoosa break a glass with just her voice, so it's a good start, I reckon!"
(9:10:06 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet watches the ponies around them, and the zebras as well for added measure.
(9:10:13 PM) Fireater: A pair of strapping colts lean against a broken down carriage piled high with what looks like scrap metal, chewing out of synch on what appears to be tobbacc as they watch the group approach.
(9:10:59 PM) ***Harren looks around at the many dirt roads and small towns, as well as the larger Marewaukee behind them. "Very specific." He looks over at the stands, wondering once more if they should stop....then he notices the broken down carriage. "Hm. Think they need some help?" He asks Miracle, glad he brought along some tools.
(9:11:08 PM) Fireater: There aren't many zebras for Cobalt /to/ watch.  Other then the fortune teller there's a pregnant zebra mare napping behind a baked goods stand while an earth pony mare seems to be handling the business.
(9:11:19 PM) ***Study_Journal raises his hoof but then looks to the Zebra Mystic's shop and trots towards it. "Mind if we stop for a moment, I often found mystics to be nice sources of info."
(9:11:30 PM) Fireater: It looks like the carriage has been there a long time.  Semi-permanently you might say.
(9:11:48 PM) ***Miracle rolls her eyes "Might as well. We can help the colts while Study does whatever the fuck it is he does."
(9:12:55 PM) ***Study_Journal looks to Miracle. "You beg me to speak and hold me against the first words I do. That is judging a book by it's cover. And trust me, I would give me a better read i could be nicer than you see." He says before going to the mystic.
(9:13:09 PM) Fireater: Harren's look back nets him a lovely early morning view of the city's small collection of standing towers, the WMARE tower standing above them all.
(9:13:24 PM) Miracle: "Well if you can be nicer then be nicer don't be an ass."
(9:13:35 PM) ***Harren lets out his chuckle this time, going over to the pair of colts near the broken down carriage. "Excuse me. Are you having problems with your..uh..vehicle?"
(9:13:46 PM) ***Miracle follows Harren
(9:13:54 PM) Fireater: The two colts seem to be watching the fuss, one nudging the other with a crooked leg.
(9:14:22 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet stands near Mirical, "Journalist, can you belive they print what those crazy ponies write? I mean look at where they get there information! Personaly I like to use legitimate resorces, like radio broadcasts and news papers!"
(9:14:36 PM) Fireater: One of them, a dappled gray of generous size nods, "Sure are mister.  Broke t'damn axle clean t'rue"
(9:15:24 PM) ***Shockwave overhears this, and wanders over. "A broken axle? Ouch." He commented.
(9:15:48 PM) Miracle: "Like the static you've been listening to?"
(9:15:58 PM) ***Harren nods, wondering if there was anything he could do. "Hm. Do you still have the axle? I may be able to fix it."
(9:16:07 PM) Miracle: "I heard it when you unplugged your headphones."
(9:17:40 PM) Fireater: The other one shakes his head, "Nah.  Pap's taken it t'Rusty's already.  Ya'll folks is welcome to take a look at what we got though!" he finishes proudly, until the other nips his ear. "Idiot!" he snaps, "It's 'ya'll folks are', not is!"
(9:18:08 PM) Fireater: The foals around the mystic have scampered off with squeals of laughter~
(9:18:09 PM) ***Miracle smirks a little
(9:18:51 PM) ***Harren shrugs after a moment, shaking his head. "Afraid I don't have any caps to pay. But I appreciate the offer."
(9:18:57 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet nods, "well there is allot of static out there, channes come and go so it pays off to brows arond. Besides, sometimes static can pay off, wouldnt belive how many groups hide messages in it"
(9:19:14 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet taps his chin, "But maybe I have said to much?"
(9:19:54 PM) Fireater: Gray horse smiles widely, "S'alright friend!  Downright neighborly of ya to offer help anyway.  Come n'see us at the city sometime, 5th and Mane, Whitey and Sons Salvage Yard.  We got stuff and other stuff from all over the Midwest!"
(9:20:10 PM) ***Miracle tilts her head "Hide messages?"
(9:20:41 PM) ***Study_Journal steps forward to the mystic and smiles. "Hello, how are the spirits treating you?" He asks
(9:21:16 PM) ***Harren smiles and nods this time, glad he'd found a place nearby to stock on scrap. He'd been running low. "Alright. Once I get back into town, I'll be sure to find you." With another nod, he turns from them, going over to where Miracle and Cobalt are speaking.
(9:21:41 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet rubs his neck, "Yes, I said to much. Dont look to much into, Im just- well I just like to pay attention to things. Some ponies say I take it a bit to far but I assure you that my monitoring of the world around me is well withen check and perfectly healthy"
(9:21:50 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet sounds like hes repeating a practiced speach
(9:22:19 PM) Miracle: "Not really. It's actually...kinda paranoid."
(9:22:36 PM) ***Miracle looks over as Harren returns
(9:23:24 PM) ***Harren clears his throat and speaks up. "Cobalt, you might want to give the static a rest. If there's trouble on the road, you'll need to be able to hear it."
(9:23:32 PM) Fireater: The middle-age zebra mare in question regards Study seriously, the happy smile fading to a businesslike mask.  She's attired quite nicely with bands of silver winding around her thighs and beads strung around her neck, a crimson shawl over her shoulders, "Who are you to speak of the spirits?"
(9:24:46 PM) Fireater: And Sons go back to lounging against their broken convieance.  The small market's patrons seem to have adjusted to their existence, the flow of conversation returning to normal.
(9:24:52 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet sighs and looks a bit downcast, "Ya, Ya, sure... you guys sound just like the mayer when he fired me, or you know, one of the times before that when he warned me to knock it off"
(9:25:23 PM) ***Study_Journal smiles lightly. "Ah my apologies. I am simply a pony who can speak with the words of the dead and sometimes with spirits. No shaman, just have a gift for it."
(9:27:25 PM) ***Miracle pats Cobalt's shoulder "Naw, I coulda sworn I heard beeping like morse code while I was fiddling with a radio, but Harren's right. While we're on the road, don't worry about the static we need your eyes and ears open to what's around us, dear."
(9:29:42 PM) Fireater: "I see," she leans in a little closer, deep into Study_Journal's eyes.  Her voice grows less tense. "You speak the truth," she says simply, "How may I be of service to one such as yourself?"
(9:30:10 PM) Study_Journal: "I'm simply looking for stories of interest, tales from what you know and advice for what lies ahead."
(9:30:28 PM) Fireater: Harren's and Shockwave's ears are filled with static.  It's almost like they can here gutteral voices rasping out ancient evils for a few brief seconds before it fades...
(9:30:35 PM) Fireater: Miracle hears jack shit.
(9:30:56 PM) Shockwave: "Ow, what?" Shockwave yelped, looking around.
(9:31:12 PM) ***Miracle blinks and looks at Shockwave "You okay sweetie?"
(9:31:29 PM) ***Shockwave shakes his head. "...I... Think so?"
(9:31:29 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet looks away, "your just saying that"
(9:31:48 PM) ***Harren blinks, assuming what he's heard was just the wind...or something... and shakes it off.  "..Hm..Just saying what?"
(9:32:01 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet fiddles with his radio a bit
(9:32:12 PM) ***Miracle frowns a little "That was a pretty loud yelp. You sure you're not hurt?"
(9:32:26 PM) Fireater: "Tales?  Stories?" she cocks an eye at him, "Of what nature are you interested?  For advice, I can perhaps be of more help."
(9:33:01 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet Turns it off, "no matter. real chatter wont pick up till noon at least. Ill leave it off for now. Sure miss my recorder from back home, could just record for later listening"
(9:34:14 PM) ***Harren gives Cobalt a shrug, scratching the back of his head. "Well, are you buying anything from the stands? I think we've already delayed too much to stand around here."
(9:34:18 PM) Study_Journal: "Alright then. Advice." He says as he flips through his notes, asking for advice on the area they were going to be trotting towards
(9:34:52 PM) Shockwave: "Yeah, yeah... Just a bit startled... I think."
(9:35:37 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet shrugs, "well as soon as the reporter is back I guess we can go". Turning to look at shockwave he tilts his head, "Is he ok?"
(9:36:41 PM) ***Miracle frowns a little "Looks like he is from here but I dunno."
(9:38:52 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet shrugs, "ya, Sound can be pretty dangerous, radio moreso"
(9:40:36 PM) ***Harren rolls his eyes at the mention of the radio again, deciding to wait patiently on the party.
(9:41:33 PM) ***Miracle sighs and sits down, really wishing she had some cigarettes. They were nice for passing the time "Study, you ready? We've gotta go."
(9:42:13 PM) Shockwave: "Ha, told you so!" Shockwave suddenly said, his grin aimed at Cobalt. Attention span of a gnat, honestly.
(9:43:56 PM) Miracle: "Told who what?"
(9:44:44 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet explains, "Us, sound waves, danger", he sums up
(9:45:22 PM) Miracle: "You ever seen a speaker that's been filled with necromantic energy? They'll literally melt your brain out your ears."
(9:47:04 PM) ***Harren coughs, taking a moment to look over the rest of his group. Unsure if this was worth the caps.
(9:47:31 PM) ***Study_Journal nods and starts trotting over to the group. "Just getting friendly advice on what lies ahead."
(9:48:01 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet scratchs his chin and mumbles, "lies... ahead... hummm"
(9:48:11 PM) ***Harren stops his gaze at Miracle. Not staring at flank, rather, staring at the uniform she wore. "Er. Miracle? Are you wearing any armor under that?"
(9:48:16 PM) Shockwave: "They will?" Shockwave asks, literally turning in place straight to Miracle. "Any chance we can pick up a dead one on the way in?"
(9:48:27 PM) Miracle: "Don't think too hard Cobalt. And no."
(9:48:37 PM) Miracle: "Doubtful."
(9:48:49 PM) Miracle: "They only show up in places where pink mist is."
(9:49:03 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet throws caution to the wind and thinks anway!
(9:49:16 PM) Miracle: "There were a couple that got looted from Canterlot and smuggled out."
(9:49:32 PM) Miracle: "But they're rare as hell, and expensive."
(9:49:39 PM) ***Harren raises an eyebrow. "Miracle...er...I know it's not exactly a high-risk mission, but why not bring armor?"
(9:50:40 PM) ***Miracle looks at Harren "Considering how many medical supplies I've constantly got to restock I'm usually too broke to actually /buy/ armor. Ponies get shot too much."
(9:51:09 PM) Fireater: The mystic whispers to Study_Journal, "Be wary of where you make your camps.  These fields are peaceful now, but the blood is soaked deep into the soil... The same to your talks with the forebearers, their spirits are not always as they seem in this realm... Many are warped by pony spells... That is all I can tell you."
(9:51:43 PM) ***Study_Journal had smiled and thanked the mystic as he trotted back
(9:51:46 PM) ***Harren frowns and thinks over it for a second. With a sigh, he pulls off his reinforced duster, passing it over to Miracle. "Take this. If you're going to be trying to keep us alive, we might as well do the same."
(9:52:23 PM) ***Miracle blinks and looks at the duster "Sweetie the thought's nice, but that would be huge on me.
(9:52:33 PM) Study_Journal: "Alright what I got from her is be wary of where we make our camps. Left over radiation or other bad stuff is out there." He says to his companions. "And stuff about zebra juju but i sometimes trust zebras on it, I've seen weirder in the wasteland."
(9:52:38 PM) ***Miracle is a rather petite mare. Definitely not griffonsized :3
(9:52:53 PM) ***Cobalt_Comet sniffs the jacket, "Smells nice though"
(9:53:16 PM) ***Miracle smirks at Cobalt and can't help but give it a sniff as well
(9:53:28 PM) ***Miracle chuckles "It does."
(9:53:50 PM) ***Harren shrugs, putting it back on himself, unsure of the comments on the smell. "Doesn't hurt to offer."
(9:53:58 PM) Miracle: "Thanks."
(9:54:46 PM) Fireater: Smoke drifts into their noses from across the fields....
(9:54:59 PM) ***Miracle frowns and looks around
(9:55:08 PM) ***Study_Journal glances towards the source of the scent
(9:55:08 PM) ***Harren looks around the group, noting they're all there, when his beak picks up the scent of smoke. He looks around for the source.
(9:57:55 PM) Fireater: None of the ponies around them seem concerned.  In the distance the more eagle eyed can probably see the black forms of a traction engine and thresher working in one of the large corn fields.
(9:58:25 PM) Miracle: "Let's go. Last thing we need is to get caught in a wildfire or something."
(9:58:53 PM) ***Study_Journal shrugs lightly and nods. "Alright let's go."
(9:59:13 PM) ***Harren shrugs, seeing in the distance with his literal eagle eyes. "It's just farm equipment.  But yeah, we should get moving."
(9:59:48 PM) ***Miracle heads off since Harren's already told them where they needed to be heading
(10:00:04 PM) Cobalt_Comet left the room (quit: Quit: Page closed).
(10:00:16 PM) ***Harren flies his way up beside Miracle, dropping back to the ground and walking alongside her as they start off once more.
(10:02:01 PM) Fireater: As the group resumes their journey down the turnpike, they leave the market behind them in the distance.  Smudges of smoke begin to rise all around them as the heavy work of the farm day begins to pick up down the dirt tracks that are now leading through towering mazes of corn and wheat.  They've truly left the city behind for now...