[2015-09-12 21:17:39]*	Marshal_Cookies >> Deadlands: Tarturus on Equestria, Chapter II "Something About A Sword" <<
[2015-09-12 21:17:56]*	Marshal_Cookies >> Episode 13, "Back on the Road" <<
[2015-09-12 21:20:38]*	Marshal_Cookies The Shy Dandilion glides away from the platue upon which Shitakee Flats rests, from the sand baged edges wave the towns inhabitants bidding fairwell to the heros. Two dust trails rise moving away diffret directions below, Apple Jack with her Van of Recruits for Globe heading East, and the unlikely band the party of adventuers headed north.
[2015-09-12 21:21:47]*	Marshal_Cookies The party rests upon the shy dandilion, there goods and spoils of war stowed away in the below deck. A newly widened fireing platform along the right side scaffolding now hosts the ships new weapon.
[2015-09-12 21:23:14]*	Golden_Brass just so happens to be inspecting that particular thing.
[2015-09-12 21:23:29]*	Marshal_Cookies Somewhere to the north is the Town of Carrot, home to the Famed Templar Fritter which Rose has told you about, and with him his mighty blade. This sword could very well be one of the few weapons to put your Doom Bringer problem down for good, six feet down that is.
[2015-09-12 21:25:59]*	Marshal_Cookies a tatered old road map of Mareazona sits in th control room, a gift from mayor Tilled Pasture, while it dosent reach all the way north to Carrot in scope it may proove to be of some use yet
[2015-09-12 21:28:35]*	Nutmeg_Oil pilots Shy towards Carrot, scanning the terrain they are headed to.
[2015-09-12 21:29:31]*	Golden_Brass is bundled-up for warmth as the ship streaks through the rarified air.
[2015-09-12 21:29:54]*	Marshal_Cookies the weapon is a stripped down 125mm auto loading Cannon, this weapon looks like it would be more at home on a tank.
[2015-09-12 21:30:00]*	Azshkazar sits down and counts her money
[2015-09-12 21:30:34]*	Golden_Brass looks for a counterbalance...
[2015-09-12 21:31:39]*	Marshal_Cookies an appropriate ammount of weight has been shifted to accomidate for its bulk, still fiering it while mid air may proove to be a shakey proposition
[2015-09-12 21:32:08]*	Marshal_Cookies the terrain to the north is mostly mountinous with desertous planes stretching out in the other directions.
[2015-09-12 21:32:31]*	Bellator gets an aerial view of the new weapon while hanging on the ship. "Ah sure hope this sword of yours can do everythin' ya say it can Em'" she calls out to Emerald_Rose
[2015-09-12 21:32:33]*	Hummel stares back at the town, a bit disgruntled still.
[2015-09-12 21:32:38]*	Golden_Brass resolves to not be on the ship when and if they have to fire the blasted thing...
[2015-09-12 21:34:13]<Azshkazar>	"Did you have fun in Shitakee Flats, Hummel?"
[2015-09-12 21:36:24]<Hummel>	"It was bearable."
[2015-09-12 21:37:30]*	Golden_Brass comes in from the cold and unwraps her head, letting her golden tresses fall down.
[2015-09-12 21:39:16]<Emerald_Rose>	"It should be able to, Bellator." Emerald says as she sits on the deck in her Junk Knight Armor.
[2015-09-12 21:39:39]*	Azshkazar laughs "That's all? But the people there were so nice, and Brass and Bellator did that whole routine, and we got to blow up that raider base."
[2015-09-12 21:40:59]*	Hummel sighs a bit. "Yeah, they were hospitalable and all...but...dunno, I guess that the dome was sorta nicer overall, even with that mad scientist..."
[2015-09-12 21:42:02]*	Golden_Brass sits quietly over her stash of gear.
[2015-09-12 21:43:17]*	Marshal_Cookies Roses "pet" scuttles around the ship, inspecting ponies, it crawls on top of Brasses stuff and looks the mare in the face, its red camera eye zooming focusing and unfocusing with tiny clicking noises.
[2015-09-12 21:43:34]*	Golden_Brass huffs and shoos it away!
[2015-09-12 21:43:52]<Golden_Brass>	"Get off of there! You'll blow both of us up..."
[2015-09-12 21:44:56]<Azshkazar>	"Seriously? Even though the food was poisoned and there were all those creepy fuckin' devices with the heads inside, you still liked it there? Can't imagine what you used to do before we began this mission if our stay at the dome was your idea of a good time."
[2015-09-12 21:45:59]*	Marshal_Cookies it falls backwards and picks itself back up, it stands tall as it can on its back four legs and waggles its forlegs at Golden Brass mimicing her shoing fashion
[2015-09-12 21:46:08]<Marshal_Cookies>	*shoing motion
[2015-09-12 21:46:50]*	Golden_Brass picks the robot up and walks over to Emerald_Rose.
[2015-09-12 21:47:38]*	Emerald_Rose is cleaning her armor and her sword, giving them a nice shine. "Hello."
[2015-09-12 21:47:41]<Golden_Brass>	"Emerald, your buddybot was fiddling with my stuff," she says.
[2015-09-12 21:49:03]*	Marshal_Cookies the bots legs scramble in air as it tries to right itself and find solid ground
[2015-09-12 21:49:56]*	Hummel shrugs. "I didn't had the food nor did I saw those devices first-hoof...soooo...not so bad in my book." The stallion settles down over the deck, patting his mane, it felt somewhat itchy. "Well, to be honest I had worse, had to sleep on the wilderness a few times and all. The dome was...how do I put it? Thrilling." Hummel flashes a curious smirk. "Wherehas Shiitake was as flat as a wet
[2015-09-12 21:49:56]*	Hummel hen...sure, they're good hardworking folks...but that's it."
[2015-09-12 21:50:07]*	Nutmeg_Oil taptaps the fuel indicator.
[2015-09-12 21:55:49]*	Marshal_Cookies The shy dandilions spook juice reserves are at fully but Nutmeg knows they will drop fast. Thinking about close locations within range that would definately have fule he remembers a small community known as "Road Trap" built around a small road side attraction off the old Equestrian Interstate.
[2015-09-12 21:56:13]<Azshkazar>	"Fair enough. I just hope that I never get so jaded that I have to get trapped in an old facility full of mad scientists, zombies, and creepy necrotech to get my jollies."
[2015-09-12 21:56:30]*	Golden_Brass holds out the little transponderbot for Emerald_Rose to take.
[2015-09-12 21:57:21]<Hummel>	"Well, you're being a sarcastic piece of flank right now...so you're right be on your way to that."
[2015-09-12 21:57:32]*	Marshal_Cookies Azshkazar knows there is a place that is well dedfended not far outside of Lost Pegasus and Movie Town, a place known as Quartz Light, named after the hospital and the makeshift "lighthouse" built on top of it to help guide traders throught the perpetual dust storm around it.
[2015-09-12 21:58:27]*	Marshal_Cookies the bot reaches for Emerald Rose
[2015-09-12 21:59:10]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Ah hope ya fell like workin', 'cuz we gonna need fuel. How 'bout we land on that Road Trap place, sounds like the kinda place Hummel could find some fun." He calls to the others.
[2015-09-12 21:59:46]*	Emerald_Rose smiles and picks up the little robot. "Were you giving Brass trouble?"
[2015-09-12 22:00:05]<Golden_Brass>	"You mean... Road Trip?" Brass asks Nutmeg_Oil.
[2015-09-12 22:00:08]<Hummel>	"Well, time to put my talents on the table then. The gambling table, that is."
[2015-09-12 22:01:05]*	Bellator calls back, "Sure thing cap', ah bet the others won't mind havin' their hooves back on solid ground anyhow."
[2015-09-12 22:01:55]*	Marshal_Cookies the bot scrambles into Roses hooves and buries tieself in her armor as best as possible
[2015-09-12 22:05:01]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Road Trap, it's their name. Built around some old tourist thing. Now ah wonder what may be. Better hope it ain't literal." He says, checking the map.
[2015-09-12 22:06:39]<Hummel>	"I hope it isn't a giant prop or something tasteless like that."
[2015-09-12 22:07:17]*	Marshal_Cookies Road Trap, as Nutmeg knows, is in fact built around a giant tasteless prop, a massive cow with a cowboy hat dressed up like a cowboy.... the pun is painful
[2015-09-12 22:07:39]*	Emerald_Rose laughs and gently pats the robot. "I need to make a spot for you to hide in there.
[2015-09-12 22:07:56]<Golden_Brass>	"I dunno'. Giant props can be cool," Brass says. "Like, this one time, I saw a giant dragon shaped one."
[2015-09-12 22:10:47]*	Hummel deadpans at Golden_Brass. "Tell me it wasn't from a casino, I swear it is on their guidebook to have golden dragons or miniature famous landmarks..."
[2015-09-12 22:11:15]<Golden_Brass>	"Actually, it was a theme-park."
[2015-09-12 22:11:27]<Golden_Brass>	"... I think," she adds.
[2015-09-12 22:11:36]<Golden_Brass>	"It looked pretty roller-coaster-y, anyway."
[2015-09-12 22:11:50]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Hummel, can ya promise me something?"
[2015-09-12 22:11:58]*	Hummel considers that for a moment. "Hm, fair 'nuff."
[2015-09-12 22:12:47]*	Hummel shoots a glance up at Nutmeg_Oil and raises an eyebrow. "Shoot"
[2015-09-12 22:13:17]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Don't get the second apocalypse going. That might be a bother."
[2015-09-12 22:13:53]<Hummel>	"If they had done the first one right, I wouldn't need to."
[2015-09-12 22:15:57]*	Golden_Brass rubs her eyes with with her hooves and goes back to rest in her spot.
[2015-09-12 22:16:56]<Golden_Brass>	After a little while of relaxing, stretched-out on the seat, she picks up her new guitar and starts strumming it a little with the old bit she found.
[2015-09-12 22:18:26]*	Nutmeg_Oil looks back and raises an eyebrow. He looks at Emerald_Rose with a baffled shrug.
[2015-09-12 22:18:38]*	Bellator speaks up from above Golden_Brass, "Ya
[2015-09-12 22:18:47]<Bellator>	'll know how to play that thing?"
[2015-09-12 22:20:51]<Golden_Brass>	"No," Brass says, systematically plucking away at the strings and humming snippets songs to herself for comparison.
[2015-09-12 22:23:36]*	Marshal_Cookies It is roughly an hour into the journy, the flats is out of sight now, the captains expert piloting has allowed him to take every advantage of the flight he can afford, pulling back on the engines without costing an ounce of speed. Shy seems to aprove and provides a very smooth ride.
[2015-09-12 22:25:06]*	Marshal_Cookies For those who passed the notice check, the weather outside starts to turn poor as the couds seem to thicken and darken. For those who passed with a raise you can see the clouds are tinted... an unatural shade of sickly orange that can not be the trick of the light.
[2015-09-12 22:25:23]*	Marshal_Cookies you have advanced warning but it seems the shy dandilion is about to be cought in a fast moving Toxic Storm
[2015-09-12 22:25:53]*	Marshal_Cookies Such storms can prove to be very deady if you are exposed to the elements. Shy is a good ship but she is far from completely air tight.
[2015-09-12 22:26:15]*	Golden_Brass stops playing.
[2015-09-12 22:26:28]<Golden_Brass>	"... oh no," she says, looking out the window.
[2015-09-12 22:26:56]*	Emerald_Rose continues working and playing with the robot.
[2015-09-12 22:27:22]*	Marshal_Cookies the robot chaces a small screw around the carpeted floor of the passanger space
[2015-09-12 22:28:20]*	Emerald_Rose giggles and plays fetch with the robot.
[2015-09-12 22:28:49]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Can't these darned skies give me a break? Hold up everypony!" He turns sharply, to manuever away from the storm.
[2015-09-12 22:29:12]*	Golden_Brass quickly puts her guitar beneath her seat and holds on!
[2015-09-12 22:29:56]*	Golden_Brass gets some water and puts it on her face-wrappings before bundling her muzzle up.
[2015-09-12 22:30:43]*	Emerald_Rose blinks in surprise and holds on to the little robot and the screw. "What's going on?" She looks around.
[2015-09-12 22:31:05]<Golden_Brass>	"Toxic cloud," Brass says, somewhat muffled.
[2015-09-12 22:32:56]*	Bellator pulls her wings up over her muzzle, for what little protection they might give
[2015-09-12 22:34:10]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"That's right. Them 'good' winds been taking me straight to it. Some evil weather, turning on us like that."
[2015-09-12 22:35:41]*	Marshal_Cookies the Shy Dandilion strains as she gains altitude and turns, trying to twist out of the way of the gathering toxic clouds crashing around you and closing in. Nutmeg knows he has saved them from the worst of it but they will still clip the clouds for a few moments as they pass through it.
[2015-09-12 22:35:53]*	Nutmeg_Oil opens his eyes wide. Maybe it would work, but it was just one. Still. He looks back at the group
[2015-09-12 22:36:24]*	Emerald_Rose blinks and digs through her bag, dousing a cloth in water and putting it over her muzzle for added protection.
[2015-09-12 22:37:30]*	Azshkazar reaches into her hat and pulls out a respirator.
[2015-09-12 22:39:43]*	Azshkazar secures her own, and then starts to hand them out
[2015-09-12 22:40:35]<Golden_Brass>	"Ah... thanks." Brass takes what's handed to her.
[2015-09-12 22:42:01]*	Bellator lands on the deck, un furling her wings, "Any of ya'll got an extra rag?"
[2015-09-12 22:42:07]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Rose! There's a weird mask with a fan in the lower deck, get me that and mah tools." He says, holding Shy's wheel firmly against the storm.
[2015-09-12 22:43:11]*	Marshal_Cookies the sickly orange clouds around the ship start to spill together, closing in on the ship, the smell of bleach and death starts to come to your muzzles
[2015-09-12 22:43:27]*	Emerald_Rose is covered in glowing rose petals and she grabs the mask and the tools for Nutmeg, returning to give him what they need.
[2015-09-12 22:44:01]*	Azshkazar gives Bellator a mask too
[2015-09-12 22:44:06]*	Bellator takes whats given to her and starts buffeting her wings to blow the cloud away from anypony she's beside
[2015-09-12 22:44:18]*	Hummel reaches out for a mask. "Shit's bout to hit the fan real soon."
[2015-09-12 22:48:20]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Thanks!" He leans against the ship wheel to keep it held while he tinkers with the mask. "What was it again, Shy? The fan, it was put together with a..."
[2015-09-12 22:50:27]*	Marshal_Cookies the Ships Engines stutter a bit as the cabins lights flicker, motes of the toxic cloud now lick at the windows and cracks of the shy dandilion. The ship salls... then there is a backfire of the engines, acompanying this Nutmeg has a flash of insight as he retunes the mask in a blur of motion.
[2015-09-12 22:54:31]*	Marshal_Cookies the clouds final encompas the ship, completely blocking out anything outside besides the churning toxic cloud. Bellators heavy wing strokes buffet the invading clouds and keep them at bay... for a time.
[2015-09-12 22:54:56]*	Golden_Brass whines...
[2015-09-12 22:56:29]<Azshkazar>	Realizing that she is probably going to die, Azshkazar tries to remember the good times. Hm, that was nice.
[2015-09-12 22:56:30]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"That... that must be some sort of fuel, ain't it?" He is mesmerized for a moment. Then he gets serious again, looks back as the others and seeing they are already protected he puts the mask on.
[2015-09-12 22:57:28]*	Bellator beads of sweat drip down Bellator's face as she pumps her wings as hard and as fast as she can to keep the cloud away from her companions
[2015-09-12 22:57:50]*	Nutmeg_Oil holds firmly onto the wheel, piloting them away from the cloud as fast as he can.
[2015-09-12 22:58:09]*	Marshal_Cookies the captains cabin floods with teh toxic mess
[2015-09-12 22:59:06]*	Marshal_Cookies the clouds finaly win out against bellator as the rest of the mess overwhelms the mare and floods the passanger cabin as well
[2015-09-12 23:00:22]*	Golden_Brass coughs and closes her watering eyes...
[2015-09-12 23:01:46]*	Marshal_Cookies The cloud is stiffling, deadly, and makes your coat blaze like it was on fire. Suddenly the clouds break before the front of the ship as the Dandilion clears the top of the cloud, leveling out as the cloud of toxins dsipitate around the party.
[2015-09-12 23:02:33]*	Golden_Brass unwraps her face once the air starts to clear up, coughing and waving her hooves around...
[2015-09-12 23:03:50]*	Bellator buffets the last of the cloud away, spitting out Azshkazar's respirator, "Thanks fer that there Azsh."
[2015-09-12 23:04:17]*	Azshkazar blinks tears out of her eyes. "Oh, we didn't crash. Nice going, Nutmeg."
[2015-09-12 23:04:18]<Golden_Brass>	"Yeah..." Brass says.
[2015-09-12 23:04:32]<Golden_Brass>	"I think that saved our bacon," she says to Azshkazar.
[2015-09-12 23:05:06]*	Observer (bobobo878@Pony-hti8h7.wa.charter.com) has joined
[2015-09-12 23:05:23]*	Azshkazar is now known as ObserverStatus
[2015-09-12 23:05:33]*	Observer is now known as Azshkazar
[2015-09-12 23:05:56]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"How is everypony back there?" Nutmeg looks back.
[2015-09-12 23:06:08]<Azshkazar>	"You're welcome, but we may want to invest in real gas masks sooner rather than later."
[2015-09-12 23:06:44]<Golden_Brass>	"They're not cheap..." Brass mutters.
[2015-09-12 23:06:47]*	Nutmeg_Oil is wearing some sort of turbo mask
[2015-09-12 23:07:01]*	Marshal_Cookies the shy dandilion skates above a carpet of orange death that mills and spirals below
[2015-09-12 23:08:23]*	Bellator shakes her head, "We're fine back here cap', cloud didn't last long 'nough to hurt nopony."
[2015-09-12 23:09:43]*	Emerald_Rose watches the rose petals wilt and coughs and uses a bit of water to wash off her eyes. "Let's never do that again." She finishes wiping herself off.
[2015-09-12 23:09:51]*	Nutmeg_Oil looks around at Shy's condition.
[2015-09-12 23:11:26]*	Hummel phews.
[2015-09-12 23:12:36]<Golden_Brass>	"... good job everypony!" Brass cheers.
[2015-09-12 23:12:54]<Golden_Brass>	"At not dying!"
[2015-09-12 23:13:00]<Azshkazar>	"Right, lifesaving goods like gasmasks cost money, so maybe we can not go so easy on the next hapless village we save."
[2015-09-12 23:13:03]*	Marshal_Cookies looking out the window at the ships engines and its new armaments nutmeg notices a reflection in the window, a bright golden figure with lines flowing out from behind a large flowing lions mane, wings spread and its eyes shine. the figure stand emeidately behind Nutmeg
[2015-09-12 23:13:57]*	Nutmeg_Oil 's mask has Turbo Mask etched onto its side. He doesn't remember writing that, it might have happened during the psychedelic epiphany
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[2015-09-12 23:14:53]*	Observer is now known as Azshkazar
[2015-09-12 23:15:21]*	Nutmeg_Oil blinks, he trots closer to the window. "Shy?"
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[2015-09-12 23:18:03]*	Marshal_Cookies the wings open wider, the cords of light whiping and flowing off in every direction from the golden winged lion, the figure is blurry and the more Nutmeg focuses the less organic the lines of the figure look, to many hard lines and smooth curves, it almost looks more like a statue. There is suddenly a bloom of light as the sun catches the window, and the figure is gone.
[2015-09-12 23:18:22]*	Bellator snickers, "Right Brass." she calls back to Nutmeg_Oil, "How much farther 'till we reach that town?"
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[2015-09-12 23:19:35]*	Marshal_Cookies the cloud interupted the flight an hour in, in another three hours they should be at Road Trap
[2015-09-12 23:19:51]*	Nutmeg_Oil rubs his mane and tilts his head to look at the glass from different angles.
[2015-09-12 23:20:28]*	Marshal_Cookies the figure is gone, but Nutmeg dosent feel alone... then did he ever feel that way aboard his ship?
[2015-09-12 23:21:32]*	Nutmeg_Oil smiles and pats the hull of the ship. "Thanks for the help, Shy."
[2015-09-12 23:23:18]*	Emerald_Rose will look over everyone. "Anyone get hurt?"
[2015-09-12 23:23:21]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Huh? What d'ya say?" He looks back at Bellator?
[2015-09-12 23:23:57]*	Golden_Brass takes a deeeeeep breath--!
[2015-09-12 23:24:40]<Golden_Brass>	"... nah, I feel alright," she exhales.
[2015-09-12 23:24:47]*	Bellator repeats to Nutmeg_Oil, "We're all fine back here, how much farther is this town of yers?"
[2015-09-12 23:30:14]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Uh, some three hours." He says, though his mind isn't quite there at the moment.
[2015-09-12 23:31:42]*	Emerald_Rose nods and checks on the little robot.
[2015-09-12 23:31:47]<Marshal_Cookies>	>> some three hous later
[2015-09-12 23:33:02]*	Marshal_Cookies the rolling hills have gone below you and been replaced with more of an even plane, pockets of choked weeds and some greenery start to apear as you come closer to the coast. From a distance you spot a large figure... one easily three times the size of a building, it stands on four legs and... has a cowboys hat
[2015-09-12 23:33:12]*	Marshal_Cookies the party has arrived around Road Trap
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[2015-09-12 23:34:28]*	Marshal_Cookies The town is indeed jsut off of what is left of the interstate, standing proudly from the center of the small setlement is a large three story fiberglass cow with large grin, a sherifs star, and a cowboy hat. The cow stands across from a large water tower.
[2015-09-12 23:34:57]*	Marshal_Cookies the robot seems unefected by the clouds, besides a few bit of orange stain here and there.
[2015-09-12 23:35:39]*	Emerald_Rose will take a bit and polish up the robot, trying to clean up the orange stain.
[2015-09-12 23:36:40]*	Marshal_Cookies the robot stands still for his cleaning and seems to enjoy it
[2015-09-12 23:36:56]*	Bellator looks out over the town, "Ya were sayin' 'bout them large props Hummel?" she muses with a chuckle
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[2015-09-12 23:37:48]*	Hummel frowns. "Not aMOOsing, not in the least bit..."
[2015-09-12 23:38:12]*	Bellator buries her face in her wings
[2015-09-12 23:38:51]*	Observer is now known as Azshkazar
[2015-09-12 23:39:03]*	Golden_Brass looks for signs that they didn't all die to poison gas recently.
[2015-09-12 23:39:10]<Golden_Brass>	The townsfolk, that is.
[2015-09-12 23:39:15]*	Azshkazar frowns. "Please don't." She tells Hummel
[2015-09-12 23:39:42]*	Hummel shakes his head. "How inCOWsiderate of you."
[2015-09-12 23:40:00]*	Golden_Brass turns over to look at him, smirking.
[2015-09-12 23:40:13]<Golden_Brass>	"Would you cut that out? I'm trying to figure-out if they're all dead or not..."
[2015-09-12 23:40:41]*	Bellator nickers, "At least yer spirits are higher now than when we left the last town."
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[2015-09-12 23:41:47]*	Hummel nods. "yeah, that UDDER town...this one looks a bit better, if I'm any judge."
[2015-09-12 23:41:52]*	ObserverStatus is now known as Azshkazar
[2015-09-12 23:43:14]*	Azshkazar cringes
[2015-09-12 23:44:01]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Well, we are here. Is Hummel having fun or some spirit got hold of him?" He looks for a good place to land
[2015-09-12 23:45:05]*	Hummel just shrugs. "I guess its that dumb-ass giant thing that made me crack up a bit. Just look at that thing...try to look at it with a damn straight face, you just can't."
[2015-09-12 23:45:42]*	Marshal_Cookies anyone who passes a notice check can see the "town" is only a few road side buildings an old church built around the massive cow, a few lean too shelters have been constructed near the cows base, surounded by a junk wall and a road block. Ponies walk the streets, a few point at the arival of the ship.
[2015-09-12 23:46:33]*	Marshal_Cookies With a raise you can see the towns sharpshooter, perched on the water tower, is keeping you sighted in case of trouble, no doubt worried about the cannon along the shy dandilions side.
[2015-09-12 23:47:22]*	Golden_Brass waves to the sniper, smiling brightly!
[2015-09-12 23:47:26]*	Marshal_Cookies a certain bat pony can hear plesant music playing over loudspeakers in the town, specifically from a cozy looking resturant
[2015-09-12 23:47:32]*	Nutmeg_Oil smiles. "It's a good thing. There is too much that's serious these daya."
[2015-09-12 23:49:24]*	Emerald_Rose spies the town and goes ahead and changes into her regular clothing and armor. Just another traveler here, don't mind her.
[2015-09-12 23:50:11]*	Bellator dons her hat and jacket. Just another traveler here, don't mind her.
[2015-09-12 23:50:47]<Azshkazar>	wears her hat and duster, same as alwats
[2015-09-12 23:51:50]*	Hummel wears his usual traveling garb, another traveler who needs a new pair of shoes.
[2015-09-12 23:53:36]*	Nutmeg_Oil has his greasy plaid shirt and goggles, as usual. He also took of the mask an hour ago, and stashed it again for later
[2015-09-12 23:54:36]*	Marshal_Cookies the pegasus with the sniper rifle raises his head from his scope and blinks, his blue mane and feathers ruffling a bit. He sets a "dont mess with me" look in his eyes as he lowers the rifle and points a hoof at the ship before pointing back at his eyes, the itnernatinal sign for hes keeping his eyes on you.
[2015-09-12 23:55:08]*	Golden_Brass flicks her mane and walks out of sight~
[2015-09-12 23:55:30]<Golden_Brass>	"Think they have any good food down there?" she asks.
[2015-09-12 23:55:45]<Golden_Brass>	asks the others, starting to unwrap herself.*
[2015-09-12 23:56:43]*	Marshal_Cookies a sighn above the resturant adverstises "world famous" bbq at Aunt Bells, the shign features a more feminin cow with a bonnet.
[2015-09-12 23:57:22]*	Hummel raises an eyebrow. "Everything here is about cattle?"
[2015-09-12 23:57:42]*	Bellator shrugs, "Ah heard some music commin' from that place there, if that tells ya anythin'
[2015-09-12 23:57:48]<Bellator>	" she replies to Golden_Brass
[2015-09-12 23:59:35]*	Hummel harrumphs. "Just great... country music made by middle-aged stallions whose amorous interests are banging somebody else and they sing their mopey feelings...psh..."
[2015-09-13 00:00:18]*	Golden_Brass whistles a few bars of something country.
[2015-09-13 00:02:08]*	Nutmeg_Oil is looking for a good place to land.
[2015-09-13 00:05:02]*	Marshal_Cookies the ship can land when it likes
[2015-09-13 00:05:03]*	Nutmeg_Oil tries to manuever the gun away from the grumpy looking sniper, and put them at a safe distance. He can change that later, if needed.
[2015-09-13 00:05:05]<Golden_Brass>	"Wonder what these folks are like..." she muses.
[2015-09-13 00:05:13]*	Marshal_Cookies as per norm Shy catches a good amount of attention
[2015-09-13 00:05:21]*	Nutmeg_Oil lets Shy land when she likes.
[2015-09-13 00:05:25]<Golden_Brass>	"... and if we'll have to stay the night."
[2015-09-13 00:05:42]*	Marshal_Cookies shy takes a bit of time but is fine settling down wheneverb:P
[2015-09-13 00:05:58]<Marshal_Cookies>	whenever
[2015-09-13 00:07:13]<Azshkazar>	"Hopefully they're more fun than that sniper. We'll have to think of some way to mess with him."
[2015-09-13 00:08:06]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Wait until he's pointing away from us." He says, going into the lower deck for a moment.
[2015-09-13 00:08:17]*	Marshal_Cookies the Sniper flutters to the top of the tower to keep you in view as you land
[2015-09-13 00:11:29]<Golden_Brass>	"Mm... you're a magic-y type," Brass says to Azshkazar.
[2015-09-13 00:11:36]<Golden_Brass>	"You've got a lot of options..."
[2015-09-13 00:14:47]<Azshkazar>	"Problem is, the more options you have when you make a choice, the less you like any of them."
[2015-09-13 00:15:14]*	Emerald_Rose returns to the deck, wearing her regular clothing and boiled leather armor.
[2015-09-13 00:15:58]*	Bellator joins Emerald_Rose on deck with her jacket and hat
[2015-09-13 00:18:23]*	Marshal_Cookies The town stands not to far away from the parked Airship, a few vehicals are parked outside. one is a truck with a large star painted on the side of the vehical, an M painted in the stars center.
[2015-09-13 00:20:36]*	Nutmeg_Oil comes back up. "Alright, lets get to it." He climbs down the ship, walking towards the town in a slow, non-threateningly manner.
[2015-09-13 00:21:50]*	Golden_Brass lets herself down quickly, but with grace, and trots towards the... garage-y place near the water tower.
[2015-09-13 00:23:19]*	Azshkazar walks to Lucky Joe's pawn, occasionally glancing at the water tower and trying not to look suspicious.
[2015-09-13 00:24:08]*	Golden_Brass just tries to look pretty!~
[2015-09-13 00:24:12]<Golden_Brass>	It's not hard. :I
[2015-09-13 00:25:24]*	Emerald_Rose will head down and start looking around.
[2015-09-13 00:26:10]*	Marshal_Cookies there is a wide "gate" that a pony can easily walk around set up as a road block, there are remarkably few ponies living in the small setelment, at first glance at who is wakling around there seems to only be a hoof full. An older Mule leaned against the road block chuckles as he nods up at the unicorn with the gun, "Dont worry about Dusty, hes just a bit jumpy"
[2015-09-13 00:27:41]*	Marshal_Cookies Lucky Joes pawn has high windows with bars along its side, a wide open door however allows entry into what is now a general store, all manner of goods are hung from walls or stashed inside cases on display. A Griffin behind the counter perks up as anyone enters, bells chiming over the door as you trot in. "Welcome to Joes, finest shop within half a days trot my friends"
[2015-09-13 00:28:22]*	Bellator sticks with Emerald_Rose for the moment, joining her in looking about the town
[2015-09-13 00:28:51]*	Marshal_Cookies the garage near the water tower is in fact an old gass station, the windows are mostly patched up but what holes still remains shows that the inside of the building is mostly gutted and some large engine has been constructed in the actuall garage portion of the building. wires run along the gass station sign to the other buildings.
[2015-09-13 00:29:06]*	Golden_Brass heads for the pawn-shop, once she sees what it is!
[2015-09-13 00:29:13]*	Hummel just falls up behind the lot...well, funds were low for the moment.
[2015-09-13 00:30:07]*	Marshal_Cookies twangs of contry and rockabily hits play from the BBQ resturant across the street
[2015-09-13 00:30:54]*	Azshkazar approaches the griffin. "Hello, do you sell CEP suits here?"
[2015-09-13 00:32:10]*	Nutmeg_Oil heads to the pawn shop as well, there are business to be taken care of.
[2015-09-13 00:32:12]*	Bellator nudges Emerald_Rose, "Ya'll want t' get a bite to eat?" she asks her, pointing at Bells BBQ
[2015-09-13 00:33:18]*	Golden_Brass peeks into the shop.
[2015-09-13 00:33:48]*	Emerald_Rose nods to Bellator. "Let's take a look and see what they have."
[2015-09-13 00:35:47]*	Marshal_Cookies the Griffin Scratches a tallon on her beak, repeating the question "CEP suits? Wait, I think I know what you mean, those slick as shit underarmer things that fancy pants used to ware under there suits and such, right?"
[2015-09-13 00:36:27]<Azshkazar>	"That's right."
[2015-09-13 00:37:25]*	Golden_Brass walks in and starts looking around!
[2015-09-13 00:38:35]*	Marshal_Cookies the bbq place seems to be one of the centers of traffic. A pair of ponies are carrying something long and heavy looking along the side of the picknick tables, music plays from loudspeakers on the pourch, and a earth pony with rusty red mane talks with a cow with an apron on. The smell of food wafts from inside.
[2015-09-13 00:38:35]*	Golden_Brass is so happy she has enough money to buy all kinds of survival gear~
[2015-09-13 00:39:31]*	Marshal_Cookies the Griffin nods, "I actually do if you can belive it, two pairs even. I havent had anypony ask for anything like that in a while. Looking to keep a low key someplace eh? she says grabing a pair of keys and fluttering over to a locked standing case.
[2015-09-13 00:40:39]*	Nutmeg_Oil browses for a moment, then sees the pit stop just nearby and heads there
[2015-09-13 00:41:00]*	Marshal_Cookies a pair of ponies on a picknick bench eat a plate of what look like home made hay fries and a carrot slaw.
[2015-09-13 00:41:24]*	Bellator sniffs the air, her mouth watering slightly at the smell, "Got to say, thats a might of fresh air after that cloud back there." she says to Emerald_Rose
[2015-09-13 00:41:32]*	Marshal_Cookies A single pony stands inside the door of the old gass stations garrage, he is working on what looks to be a large boiler of some sort and an engine.
[2015-09-13 00:42:13]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Howdy." He approaches the pony, studying the engine for a moment.
[2015-09-13 00:42:39]<Azshkazar>	"That and the weight. Scavenged metal armor is only fun for the first few miles."
[2015-09-13 00:44:02]*	Emerald_Rose smiles and nods. "Yes, it really is." She looks around to see if they have a menu on display.
[2015-09-13 00:44:19]*	Marshal_Cookies the Griffin chuckles as she unlocks the case, "I hear ya, stuff chafes me to much and im already not the best flier". Opening the doors to the case she reaches into a mess of spare clothing and armors, pulling out something that almost looks like skin tight thermal armor, "Ah, here we go! Now do you have the trade for this? Its expensive stuff"
[2015-09-13 00:45:29]*	Marshal_Cookies the lanky pale unicorn peeks up from his work, droping a wrench, "Oh dang, mind hoofing that up to me Stranger? You sort of got the drop on me, no one much comes to visit the boiler"
[2015-09-13 00:46:12]<Azshkazar>	"Well, let me see." Azshkazar opens her saddle bags, and begins to take out various junk.
[2015-09-13 00:46:39]*	Marshal_Cookies a Menue is tacked onto the pourch near the cow and earth pony who are talking, it is a chalk board with a few items writen up on the board. Todays specials are hay fries, Carrot slaw, and a rare delicacy, soy bbq sandwhiches
[2015-09-13 00:47:10]*	Nutmeg_Oil passes the wrench to the unicorn. "Ah know how that is. What are you workin' on?"
[2015-09-13 00:48:37]*	Azshkazar looks the CEP suit over
[2015-09-13 00:49:27]*	Marshal_Cookies the unicorn takes the wrench and pats the large boiler, "Just getting our steam engine ready for tonight. Not often we run power besides a few hours in the morning to charge our batteries but tonight we have some guests who are putting on a show. So here I am getting everthing set up so we have plenty of power tonight"
[2015-09-13 00:50:16]*	Bellator looks over the menu, "Ah think that'll do." she says, nodding to Emerald_Rose and looking for a table
[2015-09-13 00:50:43]*	Marshal_Cookies the CEP suit is a bit used and worn but has plenty of give to it, as much as you can expect any suit of pre-apocolypse armor to have.
[2015-09-13 00:52:04]*	Hummel decides to investigate the BBQ restaurant, after all...there was something about cows into this particular town that ran a deeper meaning, he couldn't put a hoof into it just yet.
[2015-09-13 00:52:16]<Azshkazar>	"Well, if no one else has shown any interest in the suit, do you think you could throw in a gas mask too if I trade you this?" (500 junk)
[2015-09-13 00:52:19]*	Marshal_Cookies the PLates are marked to coast $4 each
[2015-09-13 00:52:22]*	Emerald_Rose smiles and nods. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
[2015-09-13 00:53:03]*	Hummel trots over to the place leisurely, taking a gander here and there.
[2015-09-13 00:53:13]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"A show huh? Regular caravans or ya'll just got random visitors."
[2015-09-13 00:53:51]*	Marshal_Cookies the griffin hums and then points to a baubble Azsh is wearing (worth 15 scrap), "Throw in that and you have a deal, unlike the suits plenty of ponies want the Gass Masks"
[2015-09-13 00:55:18]*	Marshal_Cookies a earth pony with sky blue mane and a white coat trots out to take your oarder, she wears a old paper hat advertising the name of the resturant and has a smile on her face. "Hellow, welcome to Aut Besses, the best bbq period! I saw you looking at our specials, anything look good to you?"
[2015-09-13 00:56:36]*	Golden_Brass makes a mental list of things she wants...
[2015-09-13 00:56:38]*	Bellator nods, "Ah'll have the hay fries." she says before spotting a certain brown stallion, "Howdy Hummel, ya'll want to join me an' Em'?" she asks him
[2015-09-13 00:56:39]*	Marshal_Cookies the Unicorn mechanic smiles, "Nothing regular about it, not least for us anyhow. its one of those traders from movie town. Said one of the roads up north was blocked so they are taking the long way around to there next stop. Never had no working vido sets or theaters around here so they usually dont bother with us"
[2015-09-13 00:56:44]<Golden_Brass>	... while waiting for Azshkazar to finish-up!
[2015-09-13 00:57:44]*	Azshkazar levitates the bauble onto the table and smiles slightly. "Fair enough."
[2015-09-13 00:58:30]*	Marshal_Cookies The griffin smiles and shuts the case, pointing to a rack of gass masks near the door, "Well go ahead and pick yourself one out, and glad to do buisness with yah"
[2015-09-13 00:58:45]*	Nutmeg_Oil smiles and smiles a bit more at the road blocked part. "They are showing movies? Ah don't see one in a long while."
[2015-09-13 00:58:52]*	Azshkazar nods and looks through the gas masks
[2015-09-13 00:59:07]*	Hummel nickers a bit at Bellator. "Oh hey Bella, sure...the food look pretty nice." The stallipn nods a little, gazing to and fro at the buffet.
[2015-09-13 01:01:37]*	Golden_Brass walks up as Azshkazar starts wrapping-up her transaction!
[2015-09-13 01:01:56]*	Marshal_Cookies the Gas masks are diverse and sized for most every creature you can think of
[2015-09-13 01:01:58]<Golden_Brass>	"S'cuse me!" she pipes-up. "I'd like to buy some stuff!"
[2015-09-13 01:02:32]*	Marshal_Cookies the Griffin leans on her counter and smiles at Brass, "And what can I do to help YOU today miss? Sorry for the wait, thank you for being paitent"
[2015-09-13 01:02:56]*	Emerald_Rose smiles and nods. "I'll have the special as well." She nods to Hummel.
[2015-09-13 01:03:19]*	Azshkazar takes an appropriately sized mask, puts it and the CEP suit into her bags, and leaves
[2015-09-13 01:03:39]*	Marshal_Cookies The unicorn nods, "Thats the idea, part of a trade with Aunt Bell, Food and some of her special sauce for a one night showing. Should be more fun than we usually see here in Trap!", he seems quite excited
[2015-09-13 01:04:25]<Golden_Brass>	"Well..."
[2015-09-13 01:04:41]*	Golden_Brass spouts-off a laundry-list of survival gear she'd like to purchase. :I
[2015-09-13 01:04:49]*	Hummel gives a silent nod towards Emerald_Rose and then regards the earth pony. "Look, I'm pretty sure that you've been asked this before, but...what's the deal with the cows?"
[2015-09-13 01:05:12]*	Marshal_Cookies the waitress nods, "Alright, so a round of specials all around? Trade up front and Ill be back with your orders lickidy split! Also, I sure hope you stick around tonight for the show, some traders from Movie Town will be showing a film tonight right here in front of the world Famous Aunt Bells! One night only"
[2015-09-13 01:05:19]<Golden_Brass>	A gas mask, two small ghost-rock batteries, a geiger counter, a water-testing kit and ten water-purification tablets...
[2015-09-13 01:05:39]<Golden_Brass>	... and an analog pocketwatch!
[2015-09-13 01:06:23]*	Marshal_Cookies the waitress rolls her eyes, "Right, about the cows. Well If you cant tell Aunt Bell over on the porch is the actuall Aunt bell, she started a resturant decades before the bombs, some say she did it to get some peice of mind away from her husband who was the owner of Joes across the street. The statue was his idea"
[2015-09-13 01:06:53]*	Marshal_Cookies she shrugs, "At least that is what they say, I woudldnt know, Im not from around here originally"
[2015-09-13 01:07:01]*	Azshkazar goes back to the Shy and puts the CEP suit on under her duster. It doesn't matter to her that ponies don't always wear clothes. At least she thinks she's worth watching.
[2015-09-13 01:08:12]*	Hummel seems satisfied from the answer. "Thanks, it was itching on my mind." He tags along with the gals. "I'll have the same as them."
[2015-09-13 01:08:43]*	Golden_Brass offers her small standard lead-acid battery, her shiny guitar, a vintage Playmares compendium, some jewelry, and a box of cigars in trade!
[2015-09-13 01:09:27]*	Marshal_Cookies "She takes a note of there orders, "So three orders of Hay fries with Soy Burgers and Milk Shakes. Be right back with those!" she says as she trots off, placing down a bucket before leaving for the ponies to hoof over the trade goods.
[2015-09-13 01:12:33]*	Marshal_Cookies the Unicorn mechanci tightens a bolt, "Miss Bell is even going to be selling some more rare things for the event, popcorn and real ice cream! Somepony even said it may be a double feature! Can you picture that, new movies? Like ones that arnt over a decade old?"
[2015-09-13 01:13:14]*	Bellator drops in a globe, baby bottle, tin can and duct tape to cover her order.
[2015-09-13 01:14:33]*	Golden_Brass watches the griffin carefully as they prepare to negotiate...
[2015-09-13 01:15:06]*	Emerald_Rose pops in a few screws, bolts and a few pieces of silverware to cover her order.
[2015-09-13 01:17:29]*	Hummel gives out a broken lighter, a nail gun, a toy action figure of Discord, a pizza-shaped paperweight a handlebar and a stapler.
[2015-09-13 01:17:51]*	Marshal_Cookies The griffin humms and haggles with Brass for a bit before deciding an a fair ammount (300 scrap), "and that should just about cover it, tall order for you two. Say you came in together, why do you both need the masks? Scavanging someplace dangerous are we?"
[2015-09-13 01:17:55]*	Bellator perks her ears and listens to the conversations around her, looking to hear the word around town
[2015-09-13 01:18:18]*	Emerald_Rose takes a seat near Bellator and the others and listens as well.
[2015-09-13 01:18:53]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Ah'm sure staying for that. They did pretty good movies back then, but it's great to see folks picking themselves back up." He looks over across the road. "That said, ah also need have business to take care of. Our folks need fuel, we are headed north. Ah'm sure we can also help around town some if y'all need to, and ship some things over when we are done. Ah'm in the mail business."
[2015-09-13 01:19:44]*	Marshal_Cookies Bellator hears the conversation on the boarch, it seems this "Aung Bell" the cow is talkinga bout power usage and how she needs to keep the freezer running if she is going to sell her once a year ice cream during the screaning, the earth pony (aparently named Center Stage) is explaining they need the loudspeekers hooked up for the best sound quality.
[2015-09-13 01:21:52]<Azshkazar>	Azshkazar will set up her cook pot a few hundred feet outside of town, somewhere in the water tower pony's field of view, and add a bit of flourish as she stews together the ingredients she's gathered over the past couple of days, making the whole effort look a bit more "spooky" than it needs to.
[2015-09-13 01:22:32]*	Marshal_Cookies the unicorn mechanic hums, "Well I dont have any use for a mail pony, but you could maybe ask Shay Over at Joes, she dose lots of traiding and I know she keeps hold of all the stuff the miners dig up out of the mine. Miss Bell may even have some work, she may be old but shes still a shrewed dealer if ever there was one"
[2015-09-13 01:23:05]*	Marshal_Cookies if anyone cares to look the Sniper has left his perch and is stalking Azshkazar
[2015-09-13 01:23:48]*	Bellator nods slightly, "Seems like the town ain't exactly flush with power." she says to Emerald_Rose and Hummel
[2015-09-13 01:24:16]*	Emerald_Rose nods. "Its a small town. Makes sense."
[2015-09-13 01:26:05]<Hummel>	"Or maybe something else is keeping it at bay..."
[2015-09-13 01:26:06]*	Bellator "Sounds like what they got ain't cuttin' it though."
[2015-09-13 01:28:05]*	Azshkazar then walks up to the church and stops, about 50 feet from the door. she just stands there and stares for a little while
[2015-09-13 01:29:06]*	Marshal_Cookies Aunt Bell and Center Stage come to an agreement, the speekers can be used for the show but there will be a healthy intermission between the two films so Bell can make her icecream and sell it then.
[2015-09-13 01:29:06]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Alright. Are you the one handling the fuel?" He asks the unicorn.
[2015-09-13 01:30:15]*	Marshal_Cookies Dust the blue peagasus Guard gasps as he scribbles something in a notebook before returning to his watch of Azshkazars behavoior, watching with a pair of uneeded binoculars
[2015-09-13 01:32:12]<Marshal_Cookies>	
ACTION The unicorn Mechanic blinks, "What? Oh, well yes I am I suppose, or ells ways Im the defacto watcher of said fule. I know that Shay has some as well but I keep a bit here on me to light the boilers. Used to have a junker who would come into town and turn some ghost rock we find in the mines every now and then into Spook juice. Shame though... he hasnt been through in a while, have a whole pile of ghost rock in there and a distilery
[2015-09-13 01:32:49]*	Marshal_Cookies the mechanic points a hoof at the gass station
[2015-09-13 01:36:17]*	Golden_Brass thanks the griffin and heads out to check the time of day!
[2015-09-13 01:37:42]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Alright. Shame we didn't bring that junker along. Ah used to be from ol' OPEC, ah messed with fuel back then, but it was just gasoline."
[2015-09-13 01:38:09]*	Marshal_Cookies Nutmeg swears he hears a whisper in his ear
[2015-09-13 01:38:43]*	Marshal_Cookies The Griffin smiles and waves as Brass leaves the pawn shop, "Come back soon now!", she then setles back in her chair and plays a bit of music on the guitar
[2015-09-13 01:39:33]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Huh?" He looks at the whisper's direction.
[2015-09-13 01:39:45]*	Azshkazar slowly approaches the barbecue, with her eyes hidden beneath her hat
[2015-09-13 01:40:12]*	Marshal_Cookies the whispers continue a moment beore echoing off
[2015-09-13 01:41:27]*	Marshal_Cookies a blue streak zooms around the side of the building before a new "Waitor" comes out and stars pooring drinks and taking plates, an angry looking waitress sticks her muzzle out of the resturant and glares daggers at him, she is missing her Apron. Sighing she brings the food to the parties table anyway, "here you are folks, sorry for the wait"
[2015-09-13 01:43:09]*	Azshkazar takes a seat with her acquaintances at the barbecue and is silent
[2015-09-13 01:43:21]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Y'know what, I watched them folks doing it plenty. Ah can give it a shot if ya want."
[2015-09-13 01:44:31]*	Bellator says her thanks to the waitress before turning to Azshkazar, "Howdy Azch, where'd ya disappear t' anyhow?" she asks, munching on the hay fries
[2015-09-13 01:46:13]<Azshkazar>	"I bought some new equipment, prepared a few spells, made a new friend. Have you been here the whole time?" Azshkazar replies in a hoarse whisper.
[2015-09-13 01:47:25]*	Marshal_Cookies "Would ya?" asks the Unicorn Mechanic, "I would split any fule yah made with yah, mayble... 25/75 split? In mah favor of course, I am providing the ghost rock"
[2015-09-13 01:47:42]*	Emerald_Rose smiles. "Thank you very much." She eats slowly, enjoying the taste.
[2015-09-13 01:48:33]*	Bellator nods, "Eyup, we've been here. Ya want t' get anythin'?"
[2015-09-13 01:48:44]*	Hummel gives a nod. "Yup, to be honest this town creeps me a bit..." Hummel speaks in a lower tone. "Not sure why, but..."
[2015-09-13 01:49:15]<Azshkazar>	"I'd may as well."
[2015-09-13 01:49:35]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"But if it goes south, it's my hide that's there. Nobody been using the equipment in quite a while, didn't ya say?"
[2015-09-13 01:49:50]*	Golden_Brass walks around outside for a bit, smelling the smells and looking at the sky and the town...
[2015-09-13 01:50:04]*	Golden_Brass ... before going to the restaurant and seeing if she can find her fellows!
[2015-09-13 01:51:41]*	Marshal_Cookies he humms, "Fine, 50 50 then, but if your worried please be carful, The old place can only catch fire so many times..."
[2015-09-13 01:52:23]*	Marshal_Cookies Inside the main building of the gass station is a small still which has been set up, an old milk crate contains a few chucks of raw ghost rock, 4 ounces of it.
[2015-09-13 01:53:25]*	Marshal_Cookies the town has a few interesting smells, hte best of which is from Aunt Bells, a pony walking down the street nods and says hellow as he passes. Ponies here seem pretty polite
[2015-09-13 01:54:29]*	Azshkazar will just order a cup of coffee. she can't brood properly while eating hay fries
[2015-09-13 01:54:38]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Alright. Lets get to it." He follows the procedure carefully, pondering and feeling every step.
[2015-09-13 01:57:23]*	Marshal_Cookies Nutmeg moves about the still, setting peices here and there. the Ghost rock... it feels diffrent, and he knows what to do with it. It takes time to set up and a bit of concentration, at points he can swear he is doing more than the equipment is.... but after an hour of work he has produced a gallong of spook juice from one ounce of Ghost Rock.
[2015-09-13 01:58:50]*	Marshal_Cookies the coffey is brought out ($2) with a side of cream to doctor it as needed
[2015-09-13 01:58:59]<Marshal_Cookies>	dairy products do not seem to be in low supply here
[2015-09-13 01:59:34]*	Azshkazar will take it without the cream
[2015-09-13 01:59:41]<Azshkazar>	peace
[2015-09-13 01:59:53]<Azshkazar>	*redact*
[2015-09-13 02:01:24]*	Hummel glares at it...the cream, the ice cream... "The big cow, its real, an eldritch abomination that provides a neverending supply of milk which the summoner, AKA the not so big cow uses on a mercantile fashion to....somehow keep other powers away? Hmmm...its something to do with the milk, and the cows...and I know that the cowlady won't tell me squat."
[2015-09-13 02:01:25]<Nutmeg_Oil>	"Well, ain't that something?" He says, surprised with himself. "There you go, some honest to goodness spook juice! That wasn't so hard after all."
[2015-09-13 02:02:17]*	Marshal_Cookies >> END Session