PnP Group [DATA REDACTED] Session 17

[16:13] <~Headlong>   GDRL-2 Addendum 17
[16:14] <~Headlong>  "Shocking... Positively shocking..."
[16:15] <~Headlong>  It was a dark and stormy afternoon... In the galley of the Tide Hauler, in it's spacious booth, The Dullahans were tossed about by the rolling seas. The cookpony had just finished serving lunch.
[16:19] <~Headlong>  The weather doesn't get any better the farther out to sea the boat journies...
[16:20] * Redshift sits back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.
[16:21] <~Headlong>  The cook looks around at them all, then stops on Redshift. "Eat uuuup! Wouldn't want any of you getting seasick!"
[16:23] * Redshift looks at the cook, shrugging. "OK. Yeah, I'll eat." He looks down at his plate, playing with it for a long time. "You got sodas around, by any chance?"
[16:23] * Kopesh takes a bite despite the rough water.
[16:25] <~Headlong>  The cook twirls away and tosses open the fridge with her magic. Using the force of the ship rocking over a wave, a single can Parasprite flies across the room, stopping inches from Redshift's face and gently floating down next to his plate. "Of course dear!"
[16:26] <~Headlong>  Despite the idea that eating a thick, hearty soup on a rocking boat probably isn't a good idea, Kopesh finds his stomach and head much clearer as he slowly adjusts to the harsh rocking of the boat.
[16:27] * Redshift looks up to the cook, sparing a small smile. "Hey, thanks." He floats up the can, pulling the tab and taking a deep draught. Oooh, yes. Nothing beat the lemon-lime. He looks to his chowder, eating quietly.
[16:27] * Kopesh quickly gets the idea and eats more.
[16:29] <~Headlong>  She looks for approval from her guests. "Not very often that we work joint operations! Cooking for others is maaaaarvellous!"
[16:29] * Scribbles_ finds herself starting to eat the soup in front of her as she continues to shift through Sugar Cane's notes.
[16:29] * Redshift looks up to the cook. He wasn't one for being all that nice, but he nods at her with a smile nonetheless. "This is unbelievable. Thanks for the meal."
[16:30] * Bonnet smiles a little at the cook and takes a few delicate spoonfulls of the chowder after blowing on it to cool it off a bit.
[16:30] <~Headlong>  For food prepared in the galley of a ship, it's darn good chowder. Any Cloptsonian would believe this came from their own bays.
[16:31] * Wishing_Well is sitting quietly, watching the water from his position.
[16:33] <~Headlong>  Wishing_Well watches the turbulant waves crash over each other. The sea is a deep gray, almost indistinguishable from the cloudy, dreary skies on the horizon. It makes him a little dizzy...
[16:34] * Redshift finishes his chowder quickly, before sitting up from the table. "'Scuse me." He takes a look around the room, turning to the cook. "Hey, what other rooms are there on this boat?"
[16:34] * Pantzar ([email protected]) Quit ( Quit: Few women admit their age.  Few men act theirs. )
[16:34] * Kopesh keeps reading the notes over Scribbles_'s shoulder.
[16:35] <~Headlong>  The cook points to a door labelled "Gear", and then points up. The Tide Hauler isn't that much of a boat, it seems. "There's the wheel house, the galley, a closet and not much else! You're free to roam the deck, as long as you wear a life preserver!"
[16:36] * Redshift blinks at the cook. "What's a wheel house?" He's not all that up to speed on nautical terminology.
[16:36] * Bonnet takes another bite of the chowder, not bothering to remove the spoon from her mouth before talking, "This is quite different from being on a cruise..."
[16:37] <~Headlong>  Scribbles_ and Kopesh share Sugar Cane's findings. He's gathered a few witness testimonies, but noted that they need further investigation, as most of them conflict with how Butterball actually died.
[16:39] * Giddy swiftly plows through his chowder. Not because it was good, although it was, but because it'd been a while since he's, like, had a meal and stuff.
[16:39] * Scribbles_ tilts her head in thought and continues her reading, a hoof abestmindedly rubbing her chin.
[16:39] <~Headlong>  The cook smiles. "That's where Captain Steam and Keelhaul are. They control the whole boat from up there!"
[16:41] * Bonnet waits for a few moments before just going back to her food, taking her time with it, since they aren't in any kind of hurry.
[16:41] * Kopesh thinks to himself. Having testimonies that differ can mean several different possibilities.
[16:41] * Wishing_Well shakes the dizziness away as he looks back at the rest of the group, and the chowder he received. Glancing up at the smiling cook with his own expression of general happiness.
[16:41] * Redshift grins at that. "Aw, cool. Can I go up there?"
[16:42] <~Headlong>  The cook taps her chin. "I dunno... It can get pretty crowded in there! Why don't you go ask?"
[16:42] * Redshift nods to the cook, turning and adjusting his baseball cap as he trots over to the door of the wheel house and knocks. "Hey! Anypony in?"
[16:44] <~Headlong>  Redshift has to go topside before he can do that. A buck sits near the bow, and nods to him when he climbs up. As he knocks, a different stallion peers down at him from the corner of the slightly open door. "Hrm? What's up, kid?"
[16:45] * Redshift grins at the stallions. "I asked the cook if I could peek around, and she said to come ask you guys. I'm kinda curious about what a ship's like, mind if Ii drop in?"
[16:46] <~Headlong>  A particularly large wave brings the boat up higher than it has before, lurching sharply.
[16:49] * Wishing_Well leans a bit to stay steady, licking his lips from the chowder as he peers around the cabin. "So, do we know exactly what we're looking for, then?" he asks.
[16:50] * Bonnet clings to the table, dropping her spoon as the wave thrashes the ship, "N-not like a c-cruise at all."
[16:51] * Redshift yelps at the sudden lurching wave, as a queasiness rises in his belly....oh crap, oh crap oh crap! His grin disappears, as he shoves a hoof to his muzzle and looks desperately about for someplace where he can let it out safely!
[16:51] * Giddy slides on his butt through the dining hall, greedily making sure not a drop of his chowder left him. Fuck that, it's been weeks since he had something that didn't come out of fast food wax paper or a Neighpponese wrapper. He's keeping this.
[16:51] * Kopesh looks at Redshift, wondering where he's going to blow. Fortunatly, the chowder worked for him.
[16:52] <~Headlong>  Anchor Steam's voice crackles over a nearby loudspeaker. "Hang on... Getting choppy the closer we get to the island... Should cool off once we get to the harbor..." Redshift can hear her through the open door.
[16:52] <~Headlong>  The stallion sighs. "Over the side, kid. Try not to barf on the finish, though?"
[16:53] * Redshift does hear that, barely registering as he simply lets loose where the stallion directs him, trying not to let it land on the finish. He shudders deeply. "Awwww, geez..."
[16:54] <~Headlong>  The stallion chuckles a little. "Got to get more of Honey's chowder in you, probably."
[16:54] * Kopesh just continues to eat and read.
[16:55] * Scribbles_ is too wrapped up in the investigation to focus on trivial things such as seasickness. She turns to the crime scene sketches, giving those a good look.
[16:55] * Redshift groans deeply. That wasn't funny. Looking up at the stallion, he grits his teeth. "Yeah, I guess." He clears his throat. "But in a bit. Can I look around?"
[16:59] <~Headlong>  He smirks. "Sure thing. It's a bit comfier up here, anyway."
[17:00] * Redshift nods, looking up and looking around. "So this is where all the big stuff happens, huh?"
[17:00] * Bonnet gives a quiet groan and tries to go back to just sipping the chowder from the bowl.
[17:05] <~Headlong>  The wheelhouse a dark room, lit by the dozens and dozens of lights on the complicated-looking control panels. Radios buzz and sonars scan as Anchor Steam finishes her broadcast. It's a marvellous piece of tech, this boat.
[17:09] <~Headlong>  Sugar Cane goes on to indicate possible motives of Butterball's political enemies, but Scribbles_' keen detective mind finds these motivations shallow for a murder... She guesses this was more personal.
[17:11] * Redshift looks around. Ooh, this was interesting.
[17:13] <~Headlong>  Anchor Steam flicks on a few monitors and kicks back, steering with her hindhooves. The stallion, Keelhaul, motions to a seat in the corner. "Impressive, right?"
[17:14] * Redshift takes the seat, grinning at Keelhaul and Anchor Steam. "Ooh yeah! Wait till Forest hears about this. She'll throw a fit if she knows I-" He blinks once, then twice, before suddenly growing quiet, looking down at the ground.
[17:14] * Scribbles_ dismissies the possible motives put down one by one until she reaches the end of the list, surpised with herself, she goes through the list again, twice.
[17:15] * Giddy walks up and puts his plate and silverware away before wandering around the boat some. Figured that if there was like a monster on board and the Foundation decided to just let him go on a boat ride with it, he might as well trigger it and inform the others.
[17:17] <~Headlong>  Eliminating the suspects that didn't know Butterball personally, she's left with the husband herself, the DJ, and a caterer. Other than this party, though, there's no commonalities between those three.
[17:17] * Wishing_Well picks up his plate and follows Giddy, mostly because he's not quite sure what to do with himself.
[17:20] * Redshift ([email protected]) Quit ( Connection closed )
[17:21] * Giddy sighs as he slowly realizes he's being followed. "What is it?"
[17:22] * Ginger_Ails|P ([email protected]) has joined #FruityRumpusAssholeFactory
[17:22] * Scribbles_ decides to read into those three suspects, looking for names and descriptions.
[17:23] * Ginger_Ails|P is now known as Casablanca_Lily
[17:28] * Wishing_Well blinks at Giddy, shrugging. "I'm done, might as well head over at the same time." he replies, tilting his head "Plus, who knows what'll happen on this trip." he adds, smiling innocently.
[17:28] <~Headlong>  Butterball's wife, Corn Rows, lives with her in Ponyville. From what Sugar Cane gathered, their relationship was fine. The DJ, Neon Trees, was her nephew on her sister's side, and lived in Manehattan, not far from Scribbles_'s own appartment. Finally, the caterer, Amaretto, was only in Equestria because Mrs. Butterball had asked him to cater personally.
[17:30] * Bonnet rests her head down on the table after she finishes her food, looking up just slightly at the remaining two ponies, "You know... this reminds me of a comic..."
[17:30] * Giddy scruffs his chin. "Whatever." He said dismissively. He looked as if an errant idea struck him a moment later. "You're into this paranormal shit. What do you think?"
[17:32] * Kopesh just continues to eat and read over Scribbles_'s shoulder.
[17:44] <~Headlong>  Other than names, ages, and occupations, Sugar's notes don't go much deeper.
[17:53] * Pony_98358 is now known as Rime
[17:53] <~Headlong>  The boat rises and falls... up and down... up and down... up... and... down...
[17:54] * Rime is now known as Kyrria_Skrogsdottir
[17:55] * Scribbles_ continues to read up on the investigation, up to the point where she finds the cardboard back of the notebook
[17:57] <~Headlong>  Sugar Cane's notes cease. In the back, there's another phone number that distinctly isn't his. Curious...
[17:57] <~Headlong>  It looks like he wrote it quickly.
[17:57] * Casablanca_Lily ([email protected]) Quit ( Quit: Colloquy for iPhone - http://colloquy.mobi )
[17:59] * Kopesh looks at the number and considers calling it. "Who's number do you think that is?"
[18:01] * Kyrria_Skrogsdottir is now known as Casablanca_Lily
[18:02] * Scribbles_ puts two adn two together, "Probably a Manehatten number, could be our DJ, Neon."
[18:07] <Kopesh> "Hmm, maybe we ought to call it."
[18:07] * RadioHooves is now known as Redshift
[18:07] * Scribbles_ nods. "Might be a good idea."
[18:09] <~Headlong>  Back in the wheelhouse, Keelhaul looks to Redshift. "Haven't been around long, have you?"
[18:10] * Kopesh pulls out the mission phone and dials the number. "The worst that'll happen'll be they get mad and hang up."
[18:11] * Redshift shakes his head. "Nope. How'd you know that."
[18:11] <~Headlong>  Kopesh uses his daily mission phone call and dials the number. It rings once... twice... three times...
[18:11] * Casablanca_Lily glances at her phone before answering. "Hey, Sugar. We carting cadavers?"
[18:13] * Casablanca_Lily_ ([email protected]) has joined #FruityRumpusAssholeFactory
[18:13] * Redshift ([email protected]) Quit ( Connection closed )
[18:13] * RadioHooves ([email protected]) has joined #FruityRumpusAssholeFactory
[18:13] * Kopesh waits.
[18:14] * Wishing_Well shrugs at Giddy. "I actually know next to nothing about what we're looking for, other then that a pony died." he says, with complete honesty.
[18:14] * Scribbles_ leans in to listen to the conversation.
[18:14] * Thunder_Strike ([email protected]) has left #FruityRumpusAssholeFactory ("There was a Squid eating a cactus?")
[18:15] * RadioHooves is now known as Redshift
[18:16] * Redshift shakes his head. "Nope. How'd you know that?"
[18:16] <~Headlong>  Keelhaul smiles faintly. "Still excited about telling your loved ones what you did at work to day. All the rookies do it."
[18:16] * Casablanca_Lily ([email protected]) Quit ( Ping timeout: 121 seconds )
[18:16] * Casablanca_Lily_ is now known as Casablanca_Lily
[18:16] * Giddy frowns and waves his hoof. "A pony spontaneously combusted. I get the feel that nopony had intentional murder on the mind, so maybe it's something that somepony has that they use, but doesn't know that it combusts things." He scruffs his chin. "So maybe we should sack the stiff's old place to see if there's anything weird."
[18:19] * Kopesh pauses. "Are we?"
[18:19] * Redshift shrugs, looking to the side. "They do?
[18:19] <Redshift> "
[18:21] <~Headlong>  Keelhaul gives a sagacious nod. "Yep. They learn, soon enough, that they can't."
[18:21] * Wishing_Well nods slowly. "Another day on the hunt then." he says, chuckling. "Maybe a unicorn screwed up an enchantment, wouldn't be the first time."
[18:22] * Casablanca_Lily 's voice comes over cold and threatening. "Who is this and how did you get this number?"
[18:22] * Redshift frowns at Keelhaul's words. "Really? Why not?"
[18:22] <~Headlong>  The sailorbuck blinks a little. "That isn't obvious?"
[18:23] * Kopesh 's remains casual. "Sugar gave it to me."
[18:25] * Redshift shrugs. "I mean...well, just how hard can it be?"
[18:25] * Bonnet pushes herself up and away from the table, picking up her empty bowl and grabbing the spoon off the floor to take back to the cook.
[18:25] * Casablanca_Lily 's voice sounds unconvinced. "Sure. Where are you?"
[18:26] * Giddy frowns. "Shit, do you know of any spells that if you fuck up, ponies fucking spontaneously explode?"
[18:26] <~Headlong>  The cook happily accepts the dishes and posits them in the dishwasher. Elsewhere, Keelhaul shrugs. "It's tempting, but honestly? Be scared of what they'll do to you if they find out you did."
[18:27] * Redshift sighs. "Don't I know it." He looks off into the sea. "Still, it's pretty thrilling."
[18:27] * Kopesh takes another bite of chowder. Why does everything need to be hard. "Somewhere at sea."
[18:28] * Wishing_Well laughs, shaking his head. "None that I know of off the top of my head. I wouldn't be able to test it, since I'm just an earth pony." he says. He tilts his head at Giddy. "Though, I suppose you could always try."
[18:29] * Casablanca_Lily "what's your name and why are you calling me? You need something?"
[18:31] * Giddy shakes his head. "I'm not a fucking wizard, I'm a racer. But, point being, like. I can make stuff go a little faster with my magic, and that's the limit of what I can do. So if I were to try to do something like accidentally explode somepony, I'd need to throw down a whole lot of magic and somehow shape all of that. It'd take a shit ton of effort and talent to do that."
[18:31] <Kopesh> "Sugar gave us some things with information, your number was included so we called it."
[18:32] * Bonnet gives the cook a little smile before checking her life vest and heading up slowly onto the deck
[18:33] <~Headlong>  Keelhaul nods slowly. "That's why we keep to the sea... satisfy our thrill elsewhere. Removes our temptations, right?"
[18:33] * Casablanca_Lily sounds like she's sucking her teeth. "Alright. You've got my work number. This /particular/ line is for pickups and deliveries. You need something moved, or are you wasting my time?"
[18:35] * Redshift nods with Keelhaul, the colt sighing softly. "Say, is there a phone around I could use?"
[18:37] <~Headlong>  Anchor Steam speaks up. "We haven't used our Phone Call in a while... sure... take it." She says, tossing the bulky plastic phone to the colt.
[18:38] * Kopesh 's voice perks up at that. "Oh? Do you move anything? What's your company? At some point, I plan on moving out of my cramped apartment. I have a couple suits of armor that I'd like to be transported safetly along with, well, everything else I suppose."
[18:38] * Wishing_Well chuckles. "Well, there ya go." he says, looking around. "So, how long until we arrive, do you think?"
[18:39] * Redshift nods, as he takes the phone. After a moment's hesitation, he dials home and lifts the receiver to his ear.
[18:41] <Redshift> *Forest's home number
[18:42] * Giddy frowns. "I'd give it at least three or four hours and at most two days." He frowned. "Yeah, I know, real helpful, but I don't know how far where we're going is. I've never been to Burrmuda, closest I've ever been is when I went to Alpacapulco."
[18:42] * Casablanca_Lily sighs. "Are you screwing with me, Buddy? /Sugar/ gave you this number. Sugar, are /mutual associate/ with whom we both /work/. Im not that kinda... Well... I am... But not on /this/ line. You following?"
[18:42] <~Headlong>  After ringing a few times, the mare in question answers. "Hello? Who is this?"
[18:43] * Redshift swallows, as he speaks into the receiver. "Hi, Forest. It's me. Red."
[18:44] <~Headlong>  The mare brightens. Redshift can practically feel it through the phone. "Oh! Red! Thank goodness! Is there something you needed? Money? A ride to school?"
[18:44] <Kopesh> "Fair enough. Well, our mutual associate gave us info that had your number on it, so you somehow factor into things. Just trying to find out how."
[18:48] * Casablanca_Lily 's voice sounds less harsh. "We move things. Pick ups and deliveries. If you need /anything/ transported, commercial, industrial, /biological/, we handle it."
[18:49] * Redshift sighs. He should be resenting this so much. So, so very much. How many times had he all but shunned Forest's offerings and tries to open up? She wasn't his mom. She wasn't his /Lunadamn/ mother. And...and yet. He feels the strangest of lumps in his throat as he talks. "Naw. I'm fine. I just wanted to call. Didn't want you freaking out over nothing."
[18:50] * Scribbles_ scratches her chin, listening to the phone as best she can.
[18:51] <Kopesh> "I kinda got that from the use of the term 'cadaver'. What exactly have you been transporting for him. Or is who a more appropriate word?"
[18:52] <~Headlong>  She takes a sigh of relief. "All right, Red. I bought you some Sasparilla today at the farmer's market. I figured it'd be a nice change from all that Parasprite. It'll be here for you when you come back!"
[18:58] * Casablanca_Lily responds with a sweet smile clear in her voice. "Wouldn't you rather talk about your apartment, Stud? Your big move?"
[19:01] * Redshift taps a hoof on the ground softly at that. "Oh, uh...wow. Yeah, thanks." He clears his throat. "Anyway. Just wanted to say hi and things. I'll be back home soon, I think."
[19:02] <Kopesh> "No. Although, the apartment move wasn't an outright lie."
[19:04] <~Headlong>  Forest's smile is audible. "I'll leave the light on for you."
[19:06] * Casablanca_Lily is still not entirely convinced... "That's good, I'm not a fan of lies. Makes me frown and that's not good for my face. Now, why don't you make me a happy mare and tell me something so I know we share a common employer, eh?"
[19:08] * Redshift nods. "Bye. Thanks." He hangs up the phone and leans back with a sigh.
[19:09] <Kopesh> "You mean the Foundation?"
[19:11] <~Headlong>  Keelhaul takes the phone. "Hope that was worth it, kid. Who was it?"
[19:12] * Casablanca_Lily facehoofs, the slap coming through the phone. "I suppose that will do."
[19:12] * Scribbles_ sighs, rubbing her forehead as well.
[19:14] <Kopesh> "Whatever. Now, let's talk about your business."
[19:17] * Giddy wanders towards someplace to sleep. "Wishing_Well."
[19:18] * Redshift gives Keelhaul the phone. "Just somepony from back home."
[19:18] * Wishing_Well glances at Giddy, having been lost in thought, staring at the waves. "Yes?"
[19:19] * Casablanca_Lily "Sugar had me on call to transport... biological material... If it was necissary. As I've said, we're transport."
[19:20] * Giddy blinks heavily. "I'm gonna try to take a nap and sleep the trip away. If you aren't doing that too, keep an eye out for whatever Tartarus decided to vomit out at us."
[19:21] * Wishing_Well nods and waves a hoof. "Can do." he says, then chuckling and adding "Don't let the dream eater find you!" when Giddy walks away.
[19:23] * Casablanca_Lily "Task Force Designation: Carrier Pigeon."
[19:27] <Kopesh> "How long have you mean making shipments for him?"
[19:27] <Kopesh> been*
[19:29] <~Headlong>  Keelhaul shrugs a little. "All right, kid. Is there anything else you needed?"
[19:30] * Casablanca_Lily "A while. It's customary to reciprocate when introductions are made, Stud."
[19:33] * Redshift shakes his head. "Naw. I think I'm good. But hey." He stands up with a grin. "Thanks for letting me hang up here. And sorry for puking."
[19:35] <Kopesh> "Kopesh of the Dullahan team. Tasked with identifying things and trying not to die while stumbling around in the dark. Why do you suppose, if he had worked with you for a while, he would hastly write your number down for us to find?"
[19:35] <~Headlong>  Keelhaul pats him on the back. "It's all good, kid. Wouldn't be the first, won't be the last." Anchor Steam continues to say nothing, steering with her hindlegs.
[19:35] * Redshift smiles, and trots back down with the group.
[19:38] <~Headlong>  The group has separated somewhat. Giddy's search for a place to sleep has led him to a small cot in the corner. Wishing_Well  stands by a window. Bonnet, Kopesh, and Scribbles_ are also about, though Kopesh seems to be doing most of the talking... to a phone.
[19:39] * Casablanca_Lily "Well, Kopesh, I suppose he'd write it down because I've got some meat on ice to swap out if he found any meat that went weird
[19:40] * Giddy examines the cot for anything strange thoroughly , and if he finds it without anything weird, lies down for a fitful snooze.
[19:40] * Redshift looks around...say, was that mission folder lying around anywhere? He could use a good read.
[19:40] * Bonnet is currently up on deck, clinging to a side-rail and looking out over the rolling ocean.
[19:41] <~Headlong>  Bonnet finds the ocean as Wishing_Well did before. It is gray and unending, in constant turbulence.
[19:45] * Kopesh hoofs the phone to Scribbles_. "Here, you picked out more details from the pad."
[19:46] * Redshift sees that professor pony talking away on a phone. Gah, boring. He sits back in a chair and waits, tapping a hoof idly on the armrest.
[19:46] <~Headlong>  Redshift spies the mission folder on the table near Kopesh.
[19:46] * Scribbles_ takes the phone and puts it to her ear. "Hello?"
[19:46] * Casablanca_Lily "who's this?"
[19:47] * Wishing_Well makes his way back over towards Kopesh and Scribbles_, humming a jaunty tune as he trots over. He nods at Redshift, who Wishing notes is the only one that doesn't look busy.
[19:47] <Scribbles_> "Name's Scribbles, and you would be?"
[19:48] * Redshift sees the folder. Without so much as saying "please" or indicating his attentions, he floats the folder over to himself and begins reading.
[19:49] <~Headlong>  Redshift finds the photos of Sugar Cane and Anchor Steam, as well as the places in which he can meet them. It's not much.
[19:50] * Giddy smacks his lips and nuzzles into his cot.
[19:50] * Casablanca_Lily "The Carrier Pigeon." The smirk is almost audible. "I move things for our employer. Sugar had me contacted to swap meat if the stuff on his end went weird."
[19:52] * Scribbles_ smiles, "Carrier Pigeon? Makes sense, you been in Manehatten long?"
[19:52] * Redshift looks at the photos. Can he extrapolate any new information from it?
[19:53] * Casablanca_Lily "A good while, yourself?"
[19:55] <~Headlong>  Anchor Steam mutters over the loadspeaker as the ship hits another large wave. The crashing is deafening. "ETA... ten minutes. Prepare to disembark."
[19:57] * Scribbles_ leans back in her seat. "About the same, sorry to trouble you, but we were wondering if you could bring forth any information on this case, the spontainious combustion at a fundraiser one."
[20:03] * Casablanca_Lily "Not a thing. Just that I needed up be ready to answer a call and swap out some meat."
[20:04] <~Headlong>  Redshift notices something odd in the picture of Anchor Steam. The boat she's apparently standing in front of looks nothing like the Tide Hauler. It's older, with a proper sail and mast. He can even see a figurehead, too.
[20:05] * Redshift hums at that. He burns the image of that boat in his mind, not knowing what it could mean.
[20:05] * Redshift ([email protected]) Quit ( Connection closed )
[20:06] * Scribbles_ tilts her head. "Would you happen to know where that call might take you?"
[20:09] * Casablanca_Lily "32.3333° North, 64.7500° West."
[20:14] * Scribbles_ jots that down in her own notepad. "Uh-huh... Just curious, where abouts Manehatten are you?"
[20:14] * Giddy snorts awake. Shit. Gotta get up. He let out a healthy (or, at least, he thought it was) hacking cough and scratched his back. Go time.
[20:15] * Casablanca_Lily "Industrial district."
[20:16] <~Headlong>  The entire team can hear Anchor Steam cut the boats engines as it glides into the relatively placid waters of Malakara Harbor.
[20:18] * Scribbles_ smiles and nods while she jots that down. "Alright, again, sorry for the trouble, but this is our stop. Have a nice day."
[20:19] <~Headlong>  The boat slowly, slooooowly comes to a stop, bumping against the dock with a soft thud. There's scrambling on the upper deck as the trio of ponies begin mooring.
[20:21] * Casablanca_Lily "Call if you need something moved, it's why we're here. Big or small, short or tall, if it's wrapped we take it."
[20:23] * Scribbles_ nods again. "I'll make a note of that, thank you."
[20:25] <~Headlong>  Anchor Steam comes over the loudspeaker once more. "And we're here. We'll stay moored up here till you return... Good hunting..."
[20:26] * Kopesh gets up and starts for the stairs, ready to get out there.
[20:28] <~Headlong>  The rain has let up, or at least hasn't passed over Malakara yet. The dock is just a few yards from what remains of the party venue. There's a large, empty stage, banners hanging and baloons sagging, and trash all over the floor.
[20:31] * Bonnet carefully looks over what she can see if the area from the boat, waiting for the others before climbing back to her hooves.
[20:31] * Giddy heads on up to the docking station. Malakara. Looks a whole lot like a shit hole to him. "Guess we're to poke around and wait to get blown up." He mumbles to himself. "Hey. Do any of ya'll have a flare gun or something in case shit gets really bad while we poke around town?"
[20:32] * Scribbles_ packs up the phone and passes it back to kopesh, following him upstairs.
[20:32] <~Headlong>  Bonnet has, more than likely, gone to dozens of these types of events before. She knows what goes on at politcal fundraisers, no doubt. The hoof-shaking, plot-kissing, begging without sounding desparate. Keelhaul nods to Giddy. "Yep, we've got flares, a horn, a few sirens... We'll be fine. Need some?"
[20:33] * Giddy puts on a grimly sarcastic smile. "One flare gun and some flares, please."
[20:34] * Wishing_Well trots up to the docking station, looking a bit... Excited by the idea of poking around this place.
[20:34] <~Headlong>  The other buck who goes unnamed tosses down the unassuming orange pistol down to Giddy. It's got a four-chambered revolving barrel. "There you go."
[20:37] * Bonnet hmms softly as she looks it over, finally just shaking her head and making her way slowly over to the rest of the group.
[20:38] * Giddy floats it and finagles it enough to find the release lever. "Thank you." He checked out the chambers, and closed it after seeing that it was loaded. Alright, he could work with this. He was the first to walk out since he was the only one that was "armed".
[20:41] * Redshift ([email protected]) has joined #FruityRumpusAssholeFactory
[20:41] <~Headlong>  Giddy steps on to the soft, fine sand of the beach. It felt magical on his hooves. He makes his way towards the party enclosure, he ducks under the velvet ropes and gets his first good look at the crime scene...
[20:42] * Kopesh follows behind.
[20:42] * Redshift is somewhere!
[20:43] * Scribbles_ takes up teh rear of the group.
[20:47] * Giddy checks out around the audience area for any signs of scorch marks. Let's try to rule out murder.
[20:47] * Redshift just sits back, watching.
[20:48] * Bonnet trots along with everypony, just looking for anything unusual...
[20:50] * Wishing_Well looks around, looking very glad to be here for whatever reason.
[20:50] * Giddy looks at the group. "Somepony who knows about magic and fire and stuff, check out the stage and try to spot something."
[20:51] * Scribbles_ follows Giddy to the scene, taking out Sugar Cane's sketches and notes, comparing them to the real deal.
[20:54] <~Headlong>  Amidst the garbage strewn about on the beach, Giddy, Wishing_Well, Redshift, and Bonnet can all smell something that smells like barbecue. Unsurprisngly, it's coming from a corpse in the center of the venue. Also unsurprisingly, there's scorch marks in a ring around the corpse.
[20:59] * Bonnet scrunches her nose and covers it with a hoof.
[21:00] * Wishing_Well looks at the corpse curiously. "Well, that's our pony, then?"
[21:01] * Giddy tries to ignore it. That happens later. Right now, suspicious thing in the audience. "No, they just left that out to screw with us." He sniped.
[21:05] * Redshift scrunches his muzzle, looking to the corpse. Gross. He looks around, was there anything else out of the ordinary?
[21:07] * Kopesh steps toward the corpse to get a closer look.
[21:07] <~Headlong>  The corpse lies supine, in the center of the ring. The most curious thing is undoubtably the condition of the corpse. For a body that supposedly burst into flames, it's untouched. She's even /clothed/.
[21:08] * Scribbles_ wanders over to the DJ's area, poking around for clues.
[21:09] * Kopesh looks to see if he can tell a direction for any potential blasts of fire.
[21:09] * Wishing_Well tilts his head, and also moves towards the corpse. He stops a few hooves away and circles it, looking it over thoroughly. "Curiouser and curiouser..." he mumbles.
[21:09] * Redshift sees that corpse. Weird...he looks around. There had to be something that wasn't right about this place.
[21:10] <~Headlong>  Scribbles_ finds the records that the DJ was scratching are still there. Kopesh just sees a circle.
[21:12] * Scribbles_ checks the records. If there was a music based SCP at the Foundation, who said there aren't more?
[21:12] * Kopesh hmms. Doesn't look like he's right.
[21:12] <~Headlong>  She finds The Seatbelt's "Mushroom" and Daft Pone's "Get Lucky" on the turntables. They look fairly mundane.
[21:13] * Bonnet blinks as she looks over her hoof at the body, "Wait... why does it smell so bad if she isn't burned..."
[21:15] * Scribbles_ would rather not play them right now /if/ they were the cause, she moves to the next item on her list: Catering.
[21:16] <~Headlong>  Wishing_Well catches a very, very foul wiff of charred aristocrat...
[21:16] * Wishing_Well backs up a bit from the corpse to let loose his lunch. No matter what happened to the corpse, it still smells AWFUL. He still manages to keep on grinning, almost to spite how foul the corpse and his lost lunch were. "Well, certainly smells burnt."
[21:17] <Kopesh> "I figured that the fire went out from her, but it doesn't look like it."
[21:17] <~Headlong>  Scribbles_ find most of the food on the large catering tables has been eaten, suggesting that there were a lot of ponies at the event, and that everyone had the chance to eat before she died...
[21:18] * Scribbles_ takes a look at what exactly was served..
[21:19] * Redshift tries to figure out what's going on...
[21:19] <~Headlong>  Pastries, sandwiches, punch, water, some more sophisticated alcoholic beverages, fetlock-foods, olives, caviar... This was a fairly big deal.
[21:22] * Scribbles_ takes out her notepad, putting a cross through the thought of fire coming from catering, it'd be too difficult for a specific bit of food to get to the poor victim with a selection like this.
[21:26] <~Headlong>  Sugar Cane had warned them that an on-site autopsy might be necessary. Perhaps it's time to begin...?
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