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>>156530
"He needs to finish his studying. Plus, I live a ways away so I'd better set out now. Thank you, and I'm looking forward to seeing you again." Despite her reassuring tone, she decides Mustard wants to be alone right now. There will be plenty of chance to see him again tomorrow.
Amber sets out along the most familiar route back home, at least what she can recognize in the dim light. She realizes she needs to buy cookery and looks for the off-chance a kitchen supply shop is open on the way.
"He needs to finish his studying. Plus, I live a ways away so I'd better set out now. Thank you, and I'm looking forward to seeing you again." Despite her reassuring tone, she decides Mustard wants to be alone right now. There will be plenty of chance to see him again tomorrow.
Amber sets out along the most familiar route back home, at least what she can recognize in the dim light. She realizes she needs to buy cookery and looks for the off-chance a kitchen supply shop is open on the way.
>>156531
Silver is both substantially stronger, and is a full-grown unicorn with reasonable telekinetic powers. All the same, it’s a large quantity of toys and books in each bag, and even worse the bags aren’t really tied together, so if they are not held down, they could let everything fall out.
>>156532
Daylight Dahlia stands up from her couch, entirely unpersuaded that she hasn’t scared off Amber, or the two didn’t break up for good before they reentered the house. But it isn’t her choice.
It’s probably a 25 minute walk to Amber’s apartment. It’s unsavory to make it alone, but it’s not an especially threatening time of night. Street lights illuminate the way.
Silver is both substantially stronger, and is a full-grown unicorn with reasonable telekinetic powers. All the same, it’s a large quantity of toys and books in each bag, and even worse the bags aren’t really tied together, so if they are not held down, they could let everything fall out.
>>156532
Daylight Dahlia stands up from her couch, entirely unpersuaded that she hasn’t scared off Amber, or the two didn’t break up for good before they reentered the house. But it isn’t her choice.
It’s probably a 25 minute walk to Amber’s apartment. It’s unsavory to make it alone, but it’s not an especially threatening time of night. Street lights illuminate the way.
>>156532
>>156534
Exactly why Amber chooses to end her day on a negative note after so many good hours, and why she chooses her colt friend’s last emotion towards her to contemplate for the next 23 hours is that she offended him, made no effort to fix the problem, did not reassure him that she loved him, and leaves without even a hug goodbye in the early hours of the night… I have no idea. Amber keeps her secrets, and she got free food, sex, and a use of an otherwise boring Sunday afternoon out of it, so she came out ahead. The bars are still open, and will be for many more hours.
For the best shopping, go straight north into the city center, and only later turn due east to head to the apartment. This is the best choice for decent quality businesses, the simplest instructions for following directions home, and also the safest in terms of avoiding crime. While there isn’t a kitchen supply store per se, she certainly walks across a store selling such supplies. Amber’s funds are limited, however. She needs another payday soon.
>>156535
Silver manages to get both bags, and the foals are ready to move.
>>156534
Exactly why Amber chooses to end her day on a negative note after so many good hours, and why she chooses her colt friend’s last emotion towards her to contemplate for the next 23 hours is that she offended him, made no effort to fix the problem, did not reassure him that she loved him, and leaves without even a hug goodbye in the early hours of the night… I have no idea. Amber keeps her secrets, and she got free food, sex, and a use of an otherwise boring Sunday afternoon out of it, so she came out ahead. The bars are still open, and will be for many more hours.
For the best shopping, go straight north into the city center, and only later turn due east to head to the apartment. This is the best choice for decent quality businesses, the simplest instructions for following directions home, and also the safest in terms of avoiding crime. While there isn’t a kitchen supply store per se, she certainly walks across a store selling such supplies. Amber’s funds are limited, however. She needs another payday soon.
>>156535
Silver manages to get both bags, and the foals are ready to move.
>>156536
Silver leads the two foals outside, with their immense amount of stuff. He turns his head to them once outside.
"Do not mind Mala's current appearance, he got like that during fight."
Silver leads the two foals outside, with their immense amount of stuff. He turns his head to them once outside.
"Do not mind Mala's current appearance, he got like that during fight."
>>156537
Mala’s appearance could be worse, as he appears to have made an effort to clean his mouth and forelegs. Judging by the matting on his fur, and tending flecks of brown, dried blood further away from his lips, he must have licked it off. Only Mala’s left foreleg, which he holds up on the dash, is visible. His right foreleg is hidden by the door. He has the window rolled down and is looking towards Silver.
Mint Marine reacts first with joyful surprise. “I didn’t know you had a car.” And then apprehension at the mention and sight of Mala’s disheveled, brown flaked fur, and then fear when he sees the blood stains in the back seat. White Orchid is already acclimated to the matter, and sits in the back.
Mala’s appearance could be worse, as he appears to have made an effort to clean his mouth and forelegs. Judging by the matting on his fur, and tending flecks of brown, dried blood further away from his lips, he must have licked it off. Only Mala’s left foreleg, which he holds up on the dash, is visible. His right foreleg is hidden by the door. He has the window rolled down and is looking towards Silver.
Mint Marine reacts first with joyful surprise. “I didn’t know you had a car.” And then apprehension at the mention and sight of Mala’s disheveled, brown flaked fur, and then fear when he sees the blood stains in the back seat. White Orchid is already acclimated to the matter, and sits in the back.
>>156536
Although Amber was, perhaps excessively, polite, everypony makes a faux pas eventually, especially a simple peasant girl. Part of her regrets leaving her love without clearing things up with him, though she reassures herself that time heals all wounds and she'll see him, fresh and renewed, just tomorrow. Indeed, he had offended her by proposing foals before she has even had time to think about it, and before he formalized any offer of marriage. Mustard is indeed the stallion she wants to reproduce with, eventually, but jumping into such a commitment after only a week in Baltimare? A tad bit excessive. Anyway, that was certainly a wonderful day to follow a wonderful night, and she's happy to get that much out of it.
All Amber needs is a pot and some basic cutlery, and she goes inside the store to see how much it would cost her.
Although Amber was, perhaps excessively, polite, everypony makes a faux pas eventually, especially a simple peasant girl. Part of her regrets leaving her love without clearing things up with him, though she reassures herself that time heals all wounds and she'll see him, fresh and renewed, just tomorrow. Indeed, he had offended her by proposing foals before she has even had time to think about it, and before he formalized any offer of marriage. Mustard is indeed the stallion she wants to reproduce with, eventually, but jumping into such a commitment after only a week in Baltimare? A tad bit excessive. Anyway, that was certainly a wonderful day to follow a wonderful night, and she's happy to get that much out of it.
All Amber needs is a pot and some basic cutlery, and she goes inside the store to see how much it would cost her.
>>156538
Silver opens the passenger-side door for Mint Marine.
"Yes, I got shot couple of times, and Mala helped to save White Orchid by biting and subdueing one of assailants. I am sorry for bloodstains, I am hoping to clean them out when I get chance."
Silver opens the passenger-side door for Mint Marine.
"Yes, I got shot couple of times, and Mala helped to save White Orchid by biting and subdueing one of assailants. I am sorry for bloodstains, I am hoping to clean them out when I get chance."
>>156540
Mint Marine gets in the vehicle, clearly scared. White Orchid takes the seat on the right, because that is the one with the blood. But he tries to keep away from the blood stains, sitting at an awkward angle.
Mother Marery comes outside, and watches the process. She says to the foals “It’s for your protection, little ones.”
>>156539
She’ll have the whole night, and the work day tomorrow to contemplate it. And whatever happens, she’ll see him at work.
A big pot set can be had for 55 bits. Or a nice single one for 20 bits, or a cheap single pot for 8 bits. A big cutlery set costs 30 bits, a knife set also about 30 bits, or just a few individual items for 3 bits each.
Mint Marine gets in the vehicle, clearly scared. White Orchid takes the seat on the right, because that is the one with the blood. But he tries to keep away from the blood stains, sitting at an awkward angle.
Mother Marery comes outside, and watches the process. She says to the foals “It’s for your protection, little ones.”
>>156539
She’ll have the whole night, and the work day tomorrow to contemplate it. And whatever happens, she’ll see him at work.
A big pot set can be had for 55 bits. Or a nice single one for 20 bits, or a cheap single pot for 8 bits. A big cutlery set costs 30 bits, a knife set also about 30 bits, or just a few individual items for 3 bits each.
>>156541
Silver puts their stuff in the trunk, and smiles and waves at Marery.
"I will keep them safe!"
Silver puts their stuff in the trunk, and smiles and waves at Marery.
"I will keep them safe!"
>>156542
She waves to him, although she has a serious expression.
“Be careful” she says
Silver can see that Mala has been grasping the automatic and holding it right by the door, attempting to keep it out of sight. He looks to Silver wordlessly as he gets in the car.
She waves to him, although she has a serious expression.
“Be careful” she says
Silver can see that Mala has been grasping the automatic and holding it right by the door, attempting to keep it out of sight. He looks to Silver wordlessly as he gets in the car.
>>156543
Silver smiles at him before setting off. Next is finding a store to buy either a couple of sleeping bags or cots.
Silver smiles at him before setting off. Next is finding a store to buy either a couple of sleeping bags or cots.
>>156541
Amber gets the nice single pot and one spoon, amounting to 23 bits hopefully. She remembers she can use her own knife to chop up vegetables. But she doesn't have a cutting board. How much does a cheap slab of wood cost?
Amber gets the nice single pot and one spoon, amounting to 23 bits hopefully. She remembers she can use her own knife to chop up vegetables. But she doesn't have a cutting board. How much does a cheap slab of wood cost?
>>156549
About 6 bits. Wood must be in short supply.
>>156550
The professor explains that the dynamic between centralized and decentralized power has been at play in every disagreement in Equestrisn history from its founding to after its end, snd that many other disputes - monarchy versus democracy, the power of the aristocracy, national identity versus tribal identity, socialism versus capitalism - have either been masks for disputes between central and regional power, or have played out through disputes between centralized and decentralized power. He highlights multiple disputes in history. The transformation of the Hearthswarming Covenant nations into the single nation of the Principality of Equestria (a process of increasing centralization), the rise of feudal claims and the Princesses’ Court (mostly decentralization), the waning of the Church (actually a consolidation of power to the central government), and the recent rise of democracy and socialism. He promises that the governments of other nations like the Changeling Hives and the Griffonian Empire, which have experienced the same processes in even more dramatic fashion.
He feigned neutrality, but it can be sensed that the professor prefers centralized authority. The students of the class tend to prefer decentralized government, which creates some friction between himself and the students. Note that not every student disagrees. The Anarchists of Baltimare, as the professor notes in passing, are very strong proponents of decentralized power (unlike the Communists, who are centralists). This is probably the source of the friction.
About 6 bits. Wood must be in short supply.
>>156550
The professor explains that the dynamic between centralized and decentralized power has been at play in every disagreement in Equestrisn history from its founding to after its end, snd that many other disputes - monarchy versus democracy, the power of the aristocracy, national identity versus tribal identity, socialism versus capitalism - have either been masks for disputes between central and regional power, or have played out through disputes between centralized and decentralized power. He highlights multiple disputes in history. The transformation of the Hearthswarming Covenant nations into the single nation of the Principality of Equestria (a process of increasing centralization), the rise of feudal claims and the Princesses’ Court (mostly decentralization), the waning of the Church (actually a consolidation of power to the central government), and the recent rise of democracy and socialism. He promises that the governments of other nations like the Changeling Hives and the Griffonian Empire, which have experienced the same processes in even more dramatic fashion.
He feigned neutrality, but it can be sensed that the professor prefers centralized authority. The students of the class tend to prefer decentralized government, which creates some friction between himself and the students. Note that not every student disagrees. The Anarchists of Baltimare, as the professor notes in passing, are very strong proponents of decentralized power (unlike the Communists, who are centralists). This is probably the source of the friction.
>>156554
Though Amber lives in a fantasy land of talking magical unicorns and dragons, the post office is not open at 7 PM on a Sunday.
Though Amber lives in a fantasy land of talking magical unicorns and dragons, the post office is not open at 7 PM on a Sunday.
>>156556
And so she goes back, carrying her pot, a spoon, and a board. She arrives alone to find her apartment is… messy.
And so she goes back, carrying her pot, a spoon, and a board. She arrives alone to find her apartment is… messy.
>>156557
Quite an understatement. She starts by cleaning the floor, recognizing that there has been…leakage.
She has a washboard and tub, right?
Quite an understatement. She starts by cleaning the floor, recognizing that there has been…leakage.
She has a washboard and tub, right?
>>156559
She fills her tub with soapy water, gets a sponge, and starts the dreaded task. At least it brings back memories of the best night in her life.
She fills her tub with soapy water, gets a sponge, and starts the dreaded task. At least it brings back memories of the best night in her life.
>>156563
She diligently takes the sheets and scrubs them the best she can with fresh water in the washtub, hanging them up afterwards.
She diligently takes the sheets and scrubs them the best she can with fresh water in the washtub, hanging them up afterwards.
>>156564
There are four distinct fluids on the bedsheets. Among these is a smal quantity of blood that forms the only proof that Amber was a virgin when she was taken the night before. Mustard Trim might be nostalgic for it as a memento, but in any case, blood is hard to wash off.
[1d20 = 16]
There are four distinct fluids on the bedsheets. Among these is a smal quantity of blood that forms the only proof that Amber was a virgin when she was taken the night before. Mustard Trim might be nostalgic for it as a memento, but in any case, blood is hard to wash off.
[1d20 = 16]
>>156548
Score! Silver parks here to avoid the hassle, and just decides to trot down to the store. Before he goes he asks the foals if they want to come along.
Score! Silver parks here to avoid the hassle, and just decides to trot down to the store. Before he goes he asks the foals if they want to come along.
>>156566
White Orchid does not. Mint Marine is uncertain, but once White Orchid shakes his head, he follows.
White Orchid does not. Mint Marine is uncertain, but once White Orchid shakes his head, he follows.
>>156567
Silver puts White Orchid's protection in Mala's capable paws, and goes to the store with Mint Marine.
"I am sorry about all of this, Mint."
Silver puts White Orchid's protection in Mala's capable paws, and goes to the store with Mint Marine.
"I am sorry about all of this, Mint."
>>156570
A sleeping bag is a bit of an odd item, but can be found and had all the same, in this instance, among outdoors supplies. Silver acquires two with some of his remaining money
A sleeping bag is a bit of an odd item, but can be found and had all the same, in this instance, among outdoors supplies. Silver acquires two with some of his remaining money
>>156571
If different colors are available, he gets ones appropriate to the colts' colors, and returns to the car with them paid.
If different colors are available, he gets ones appropriate to the colts' colors, and returns to the car with them paid.
>>156574
The distance isn’t that great in an automobile. Silver arrives with the three of them. Both Mint Marine and White Orchid look out their windows at the Beach house.
Mint Marine [He has a better view]
“Is this… is this it?”
>>156575
F
At least it isn’t that much blood. Most of the stains have come out. Most of it.
The distance isn’t that great in an automobile. Silver arrives with the three of them. Both Mint Marine and White Orchid look out their windows at the Beach house.
Mint Marine [He has a better view]
“Is this… is this it?”
>>156575
F
At least it isn’t that much blood. Most of the stains have come out. Most of it.
>>156576
Having spent a good amount of time scrubbing her sheets and the blanket cover, she hangs them up and cleans up miscellaneous spots in the room.
Having spent a good amount of time scrubbing her sheets and the blanket cover, she hangs them up and cleans up miscellaneous spots in the room.
>>156577
The colts exit the vehicle.
White Orchid
“Wow…. This is nice!”
White Orchid, and then Mint Marine, trot around the house, looking around.
>>156578
Fortunately, the mess is contained to the one location on the floor, and the bedsheets. Unfortunately, Amber doesn’t have a quick way of drying anything.
The colts exit the vehicle.
White Orchid
“Wow…. This is nice!”
White Orchid, and then Mint Marine, trot around the house, looking around.
>>156578
Fortunately, the mess is contained to the one location on the floor, and the bedsheets. Unfortunately, Amber doesn’t have a quick way of drying anything.
>>156579
She'll have to wait, and sleep with the spare sheet and the blanket without the cover.
Tired after all that cleaning, she picks up the mandolin and strums some tunes, almost absent-mindedly.
She'll have to wait, and sleep with the spare sheet and the blanket without the cover.
Tired after all that cleaning, she picks up the mandolin and strums some tunes, almost absent-mindedly.
>>156579
Silver smiles, and exits the vehicle.
"Take look around, I am going to alert household as to your arrival. Mala, it may be good idea to go up to bathroom and take bath."
Silver smiles, and exits the vehicle.
"Take look around, I am going to alert household as to your arrival. Mala, it may be good idea to go up to bathroom and take bath."
>>156580
Amber’s neighbors are the sole audience of her private session.
>>156581
Mala nods, places the pistol under the seat, looks around, and exits the vehicle, wasting no time going inside and upstairs.
Mint Marine runs around the house towards the sea, while White Orchid follows Mala, wanting to go inside the house.
Amber’s neighbors are the sole audience of her private session.
>>156581
Mala nods, places the pistol under the seat, looks around, and exits the vehicle, wasting no time going inside and upstairs.
Mint Marine runs around the house towards the sea, while White Orchid follows Mala, wanting to go inside the house.
>>156583
Silver goes in before White Orchid does, hoping to address everyone before they see the colt.
Silver goes in before White Orchid does, hoping to address everyone before they see the colt.
>>156581
Silver can see Paper Clipping and Jubilosa together in the living room. They must have been talking to each other. Both of them look towards Silver.
Silver can see Paper Clipping and Jubilosa together in the living room. They must have been talking to each other. Both of them look towards Silver.
>>156586
"Hello everyone, I am sorry to interrupt. I know bed situation is bit cramped at moment, but...we will have couple of visitors with us for next couple of days."
"Hello everyone, I am sorry to interrupt. I know bed situation is bit cramped at moment, but...we will have couple of visitors with us for next couple of days."
>>156588
Silver pauses at White Orchid's interjection, looks back at the colt, then again at the griffon and stallion in the living room.
"White Orchid, meet Jubilosa and Paper Clipping. Jubilosa, Paper Clipping, meet White Orchid."
Silver pauses at White Orchid's interjection, looks back at the colt, then again at the griffon and stallion in the living room.
"White Orchid, meet Jubilosa and Paper Clipping. Jubilosa, Paper Clipping, meet White Orchid."
>>156589
Paper Clipping is laying the opposite direction on the couch as he was before Silver left, but otherwise looks like he hasn’t moved. He pokes his head up in a surprised expression, like he just got caught. Jubilosa is standing up, snd moves a little closer.
“Hello… where did you come from?”
Paper Clipping is laying the opposite direction on the couch as he was before Silver left, but otherwise looks like he hasn’t moved. He pokes his head up in a surprised expression, like he just got caught. Jubilosa is standing up, snd moves a little closer.
“Hello… where did you come from?”
>>156590
Silver answers for him.
"To make long story short, White Orchid and another colt here named Mint Marine were involved in...mission I was part of only short time after I arrived in city. It seems mission is not entirely done, and for their safety they will be staying here until I sort it out, which will be soon."
Silver answers for him.
"To make long story short, White Orchid and another colt here named Mint Marine were involved in...mission I was part of only short time after I arrived in city. It seems mission is not entirely done, and for their safety they will be staying here until I sort it out, which will be soon."
>>156591
“Oh… kay…” Jubilosa says to Silver. She looks down towards White Orchid, who looks up to her.
“Oh… kay…” Jubilosa says to Silver. She looks down towards White Orchid, who looks up to her.
>>156592
Silver looks between the two of them.
"Soooo...yes. How have things been while I was gone?"
Silver limps slightly as he makes his way to towards the kitchen to get a drink of water. Jubee and Clip may notice this.
Silver looks between the two of them.
"Soooo...yes. How have things been while I was gone?"
Silver limps slightly as he makes his way to towards the kitchen to get a drink of water. Jubee and Clip may notice this.
>>156596
Silver goes to get his drink of water from the kitchen. He continues talking with the people in the living room as he does so.
"May I be nosey about what you were talking about."
Silver goes to get his drink of water from the kitchen. He continues talking with the people in the living room as he does so.
"May I be nosey about what you were talking about."
>>156598
"That sounds interesting." He comes out into the living room with a glass of water. "Anything specific?"
"That sounds interesting." He comes out into the living room with a glass of water. "Anything specific?"
>>156607
Jubilosa,
"That's more or les what I said."
Paper Clipping:
"The temptation to abuse it will mean it can and will be misused by any ruler."
Jubilosa,
"That's more or les what I said."
Paper Clipping:
"The temptation to abuse it will mean it can and will be misused by any ruler."
>>156612
Silver finishes his glass of water, and puts it on a nearby table or the kitchen counter, whatever's closer.
"I should go check on Mint Marine. If you want you can talk to White Orchid, or show him around, or whatever you wish to do."
Silver finishes his glass of water, and puts it on a nearby table or the kitchen counter, whatever's closer.
"I should go check on Mint Marine. If you want you can talk to White Orchid, or show him around, or whatever you wish to do."
>>156613
Jubilosa:
"Uh, okay"
White Orchid sits before Paper Clipping, who looks down to him. Paper Clipping is only something like six or seven years older than him.
Jubilosa:
"Uh, okay"
White Orchid sits before Paper Clipping, who looks down to him. Paper Clipping is only something like six or seven years older than him.
>>156616
Silver trots down to meet him, silently sitting next to him to look at the ocean or see whatever it is the colt is doing.
Silver trots down to meet him, silently sitting next to him to look at the ocean or see whatever it is the colt is doing.
>>156580
I'm still completely at a loss as to why Amber would just ghost her boyfriend. The only times you ever do that to someone is if you are breaking up with them and do not respect them enough to explicitly tell them "hey, I'm breaking up with you" or if you are trying to demonstrate to your partner that you have more leverage in the relationship by showing them that you can and will simply remove them from your lives if they displease you.
I mean, Amber can do what she wants, but I think that a public shouting match or physical violence would have been a healthier way to resolve the argument than to make sure the argument is still ongoing by the time the two are forced to work together in the same business the next day
I'm still completely at a loss as to why Amber would just ghost her boyfriend. The only times you ever do that to someone is if you are breaking up with them and do not respect them enough to explicitly tell them "hey, I'm breaking up with you" or if you are trying to demonstrate to your partner that you have more leverage in the relationship by showing them that you can and will simply remove them from your lives if they displease you.
I mean, Amber can do what she wants, but I think that a public shouting match or physical violence would have been a healthier way to resolve the argument than to make sure the argument is still ongoing by the time the two are forced to work together in the same business the next day
>>156618
I'm sorry, my autism is showing. The way I resolve disagreements irl is to wait for the other person to forget about it and then continue on as if nothing has happened. That's probably not a good tactic in this case.
I'm sorry, my autism is showing. The way I resolve disagreements irl is to wait for the other person to forget about it and then continue on as if nothing has happened. That's probably not a good tactic in this case.
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>>156619
pets
Like, if Amber had yelled up to his room "I have to go clean my room," it would have been transparently a lie and obviously an effort to slip away from conflict because she doesn't want to apologize for offending him, but at least Mustard Trim wouldn't be left wondering if she had intended to break up with him. Now, he's going to spend the night, the morning, the school day, and the early afternoon wondering if he has a girlfriend, and if the mare he sees tomorrow is his ex or not. Dahlia is going to wonder if she scared Amber off, Mustard is going to wonder if he should even go into work at all, Veneer is going to wonder if she should tell Dahlia that Amber is terrible so that Dahlia doesn't have to feel bad for scaring her off....
pets
Like, if Amber had yelled up to his room "I have to go clean my room," it would have been transparently a lie and obviously an effort to slip away from conflict because she doesn't want to apologize for offending him, but at least Mustard Trim wouldn't be left wondering if she had intended to break up with him. Now, he's going to spend the night, the morning, the school day, and the early afternoon wondering if he has a girlfriend, and if the mare he sees tomorrow is his ex or not. Dahlia is going to wonder if she scared Amber off, Mustard is going to wonder if he should even go into work at all, Veneer is going to wonder if she should tell Dahlia that Amber is terrible so that Dahlia doesn't have to feel bad for scaring her off....
>>156656
I really don't mean to steer or invalidate player actions. Amber can leave Mustard to go out to a nightclub, get drunk, and have unprotected sex with a Zebra musician, then see Mustard again the next day like nothing happened. She can find a cat, cut it's head off, place the decapitated corpse on Mustard's door and write in her own blood "you belong to me forever" on the windows. She can tell Mustard's whole family that they are a bunch of psychos that she wants nothing to do with. And yes, she can just walk out of the house without saying anything to him. All I am saying is that the move is so thoroughly out of left field that I cannot gauge what the intent of the action was, and I absolutely cannot imagine what Mustard Trim would think that Amber was trying to do with that.
The smallest change would be to have Amber walk up to his room, tell him from the threshold of the door "I really have to go buy a pot and postage stamps, I love you and had a good time meeting your family, see you tomorrow," and she leaves the house before he can respond that the Post Office is closed on Sunday night. This course of action will have her leaving without doing what he wanted her to do, which is to explain to him why she backed down on the foal question after telling him so many times she wants him. It means that he'll still be wondering how much she cares, whether he made her mad, whether she is having second thoughts about the relationship, or whether she just can't bare to be in the room with him after she has displeased him. It means the argument is going to have to resume a different day. But this one change means that he isn't going to have to wonder if he is still in a relationship, or whether she just broke up with him. And Dahlia and Mustard aren't going to each be wondering whether it was Mustard, Dahlia, or Amber, who made the mistake that ended the relationship.
I really don't mean to steer or invalidate player actions. Amber can leave Mustard to go out to a nightclub, get drunk, and have unprotected sex with a Zebra musician, then see Mustard again the next day like nothing happened. She can find a cat, cut it's head off, place the decapitated corpse on Mustard's door and write in her own blood "you belong to me forever" on the windows. She can tell Mustard's whole family that they are a bunch of psychos that she wants nothing to do with. And yes, she can just walk out of the house without saying anything to him. All I am saying is that the move is so thoroughly out of left field that I cannot gauge what the intent of the action was, and I absolutely cannot imagine what Mustard Trim would think that Amber was trying to do with that.
The smallest change would be to have Amber walk up to his room, tell him from the threshold of the door "I really have to go buy a pot and postage stamps, I love you and had a good time meeting your family, see you tomorrow," and she leaves the house before he can respond that the Post Office is closed on Sunday night. This course of action will have her leaving without doing what he wanted her to do, which is to explain to him why she backed down on the foal question after telling him so many times she wants him. It means that he'll still be wondering how much she cares, whether he made her mad, whether she is having second thoughts about the relationship, or whether she just can't bare to be in the room with him after she has displeased him. It means the argument is going to have to resume a different day. But this one change means that he isn't going to have to wonder if he is still in a relationship, or whether she just broke up with him. And Dahlia and Mustard aren't going to each be wondering whether it was Mustard, Dahlia, or Amber, who made the mistake that ended the relationship.
>>156658
Don't tempt me into turning Amber into Patrick Bateman and making her a sigma mare. That would be too much fun.
But you're right.
Amber Sunset, after thanking Dahlia for her hospitality and bidding her good evening, goes up the stairs and stops outside Mustard's room. She doesn't understand why he seems mad at her, and with ears folded low she says,
"Um, thank you for taking me to see your family and…everything. I love you, but I need to do some cleaning and write home. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Take care." Without another word she turns around and leaves.
Her evening proceeds otherwise as planned. She buys her household supplies but sadly not postage stamps, goes back home, cleans everything, and practices on her mandolin. Thoroughly tired after a satisfying day, she offers a prayer to the goddesses:
"Princesses, thank you for watching over me, helping me to find love, friendship and a new family here. Please help me make a decision on whether I should bear foals so soon, or whether I should convince Mustard to wait a little while. I love you and I hope you come back to Equestria again. Amen."
She climbs into her bed, sleeping on her side with only the thin spare sheet insulating her from the cold. Before she drifts off to sleep her last thoughts are of Mustard and of everything they did lately.
Don't tempt me into turning Amber into Patrick Bateman and making her a sigma mare. That would be too much fun.
But you're right.
Amber Sunset, after thanking Dahlia for her hospitality and bidding her good evening, goes up the stairs and stops outside Mustard's room. She doesn't understand why he seems mad at her, and with ears folded low she says,
"Um, thank you for taking me to see your family and…everything. I love you, but I need to do some cleaning and write home. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Take care." Without another word she turns around and leaves.
Her evening proceeds otherwise as planned. She buys her household supplies but sadly not postage stamps, goes back home, cleans everything, and practices on her mandolin. Thoroughly tired after a satisfying day, she offers a prayer to the goddesses:
"Princesses, thank you for watching over me, helping me to find love, friendship and a new family here. Please help me make a decision on whether I should bear foals so soon, or whether I should convince Mustard to wait a little while. I love you and I hope you come back to Equestria again. Amen."
She climbs into her bed, sleeping on her side with only the thin spare sheet insulating her from the cold. Before she drifts off to sleep her last thoughts are of Mustard and of everything they did lately.
>>156659
Mustard Trim tries to say something to Amber as she leaves the room. No matter, Amber is on her way out. Dahlia sees nothing odd about Amber leaving at 6:30 on a work/school night, and happily waves Amber goodbye.
"Come back again" She says
Amber still only has 13 bits out of her ill-gotten gains from a couple nights before. While she does have a pot, a bed, furniture, a new simp and a few other things to show for it, clean and dry bedsheets is not one of those, nor is food. Amber's blanket is also still wet.
Does the Princess still hear prayers? Does she have any power to answer them? All the same, Celestia's love carries on in Amber.
Amber is alone in her bed, with no bedsheets, no blanket, and no big, muscular zebra jazz artist nor scrawny, beta small town colt to keep her warm. From the future, she feels a chill wind blow, slowly creeping its way through her soul and filling her with anxiety...
Mustard Trim tries to say something to Amber as she leaves the room. No matter, Amber is on her way out. Dahlia sees nothing odd about Amber leaving at 6:30 on a work/school night, and happily waves Amber goodbye.
"Come back again" She says
Amber still only has 13 bits out of her ill-gotten gains from a couple nights before. While she does have a pot, a bed, furniture, a new simp and a few other things to show for it, clean and dry bedsheets is not one of those, nor is food. Amber's blanket is also still wet.
Does the Princess still hear prayers? Does she have any power to answer them? All the same, Celestia's love carries on in Amber.
Amber is alone in her bed, with no bedsheets, no blanket, and no big, muscular zebra jazz artist nor scrawny, beta small town colt to keep her warm. From the future, she feels a chill wind blow, slowly creeping its way through her soul and filling her with anxiety...
>>156663
And so she rests fitfully. Trying to sleep in such conditions can make anypony grumpy, and already she misses Mustard's presence from the night before. But who knows what the future will bring?
And so she rests fitfully. Trying to sleep in such conditions can make anypony grumpy, and already she misses Mustard's presence from the night before. But who knows what the future will bring?
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>>156665
Do you feel it, little pony? That undefined fear. That dread. It comes at her with an inevitability to it. Like the inevitability of death, or of old age and the health and beauty that die long before the last life processes cease. There's a tenacity to the feeling. Perhaps Amber may feel that it's the realization that the only ponies who will ever love her unconditionally are her parents. Perhaps it's the fear that Amber will never be able to achieve her dreams of musical stardom. Perhaps it's the fear that she is going to marry a woefully inadequate, boring stallion when she could do so much better. But the truth is that the danger is much more imminent. Much more unavoidable. For the beast that haunts her, hunts her, and stalks her in the night is none other than the realization that the next day is...
Monday
Amber has gone to sleep at 2 or 3 AM the past two nights, and slept late, so she finds it difficult to go to sleep at 9 PM tonight. She has ample time in her bed to be alone with her emotions and thoughts. Any fears, desires, hopes that linger in the back of her mind migrate to the fore. She becomes intimately acquainted with all of her feelings as she has time to ruminate on them.
Do you feel it, little pony? That undefined fear. That dread. It comes at her with an inevitability to it. Like the inevitability of death, or of old age and the health and beauty that die long before the last life processes cease. There's a tenacity to the feeling. Perhaps Amber may feel that it's the realization that the only ponies who will ever love her unconditionally are her parents. Perhaps it's the fear that Amber will never be able to achieve her dreams of musical stardom. Perhaps it's the fear that she is going to marry a woefully inadequate, boring stallion when she could do so much better. But the truth is that the danger is much more imminent. Much more unavoidable. For the beast that haunts her, hunts her, and stalks her in the night is none other than the realization that the next day is...
Monday
Amber has gone to sleep at 2 or 3 AM the past two nights, and slept late, so she finds it difficult to go to sleep at 9 PM tonight. She has ample time in her bed to be alone with her emotions and thoughts. Any fears, desires, hopes that linger in the back of her mind migrate to the fore. She becomes intimately acquainted with all of her feelings as she has time to ruminate on them.
>>156667
kek
She must face uncomfortable thoughts indeed. Will Mustard be demanding all through life, giving her the silent treatment whenever she inadvertently upsets him? Will he be able to support an entire family on his lonesome, when he doesn't even know what career he'll pick yet? If she follows through with his wishes for foals, after this year she won't be able to work or do much of anything to support them. Can't she enjoy her youth and satisfy her wish for adventure just one or two years longer? Was she perhaps premature in falling in love with Mustard Trim with all these considerations, when there may be stallions who are older, financially stable, stronger, or more patient? Would those hypothetical stallions even want her at all, or agree to marry her?
All these are tough questions to answer for the little filly, so she focuses on other things. Mustard's support for her playing, his concern about her, his generous and caring nature, his energetic body…these let her dismiss more pragmatic concerns at least temporarily. Her parents were able to raise a family on their own on a farm, why shouldn't she be able to in the city? He's never been with a mare before, surely he'll soften around her, and he's smart enough to get ahead in life. She'll be happy here, she assures herself.
kek
She must face uncomfortable thoughts indeed. Will Mustard be demanding all through life, giving her the silent treatment whenever she inadvertently upsets him? Will he be able to support an entire family on his lonesome, when he doesn't even know what career he'll pick yet? If she follows through with his wishes for foals, after this year she won't be able to work or do much of anything to support them. Can't she enjoy her youth and satisfy her wish for adventure just one or two years longer? Was she perhaps premature in falling in love with Mustard Trim with all these considerations, when there may be stallions who are older, financially stable, stronger, or more patient? Would those hypothetical stallions even want her at all, or agree to marry her?
All these are tough questions to answer for the little filly, so she focuses on other things. Mustard's support for her playing, his concern about her, his generous and caring nature, his energetic body…these let her dismiss more pragmatic concerns at least temporarily. Her parents were able to raise a family on their own on a farm, why shouldn't she be able to in the city? He's never been with a mare before, surely he'll soften around her, and he's smart enough to get ahead in life. She'll be happy here, she assures herself.
>>156669
As bad as her romantic situation is, an even worse problem is that she's going to have to work retail tomorrow morning.
Terrified as Amber is that her dreams of being an adventurer will be cut short by early motherhood, she should remember that in the magical world of Equestria, leaving behind your foal to be raised by your sister and her roommate while you and your husband go on exciting adventures travelling around the world is always an option.
As bad as her romantic situation is, an even worse problem is that she's going to have to work retail tomorrow morning.
Terrified as Amber is that her dreams of being an adventurer will be cut short by early motherhood, she should remember that in the magical world of Equestria, leaving behind your foal to be raised by your sister and her roommate while you and your husband go on exciting adventures travelling around the world is always an option.
>>156671
Oh no, the nightmare that is retail. At least she isn't a waitress.
That is certainly an option which occurs to her. She does have a sister with a foal of her own, though it probably would be discourteous to have her foster-raise a foal for one's own selfish desires. Veneer could not be trusted, at least not yet, and although Dahlia might be happy to do it she might disapprove of the reasons. Amber could always do the responsible option, which would be to raise her family to adulthood and then adventure, but who's to say the world will still be around then in these times? also it would take actual centuries for the campaign to go on that long
Oh no, the nightmare that is retail. At least she isn't a waitress.
That is certainly an option which occurs to her. She does have a sister with a foal of her own, though it probably would be discourteous to have her foster-raise a foal for one's own selfish desires. Veneer could not be trusted, at least not yet, and although Dahlia might be happy to do it she might disapprove of the reasons. Amber could always do the responsible option, which would be to raise her family to adulthood and then adventure, but who's to say the world will still be around then in these times? also it would take actual centuries for the campaign to go on that long
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>>156669
>>156671
Exactly when Amber falls asleep is hard to say, though it does not occur until long after she lies in bed.
Amber's dreams are filled with sound. Like the night before, they are filled with music, and the music is more memorable than any sight or image.
The first, fragmented memory that Amber has is of encountering a very large, orange stallion with odd, foreign looking ornate dress, a jeweled headpiece, and braided mane who approaches her beneath the gold-trimmed walls of a restaurant or night club. He speaks in strained Ponish with a strong accent, and approaches Amber directly with a request. He says that he has come in from out of town, and is looking for a mare. When she asks details, all of his answers lead to a tablet of some sort, though its relation with this mare is uncertain. Mustard Trim is there, and he wants no part of it. He is open and remorseless in his jealousy of the attention Amber gives the stallion, and he tells Amber he thinks the stallion is dangerous. Amber does not heed Mustard, and leaves him to get in the stallion's automobile. Her feelings towards the stallion are entirely non-romantic, and not of a sexual nature. But there is no denying that in his mystery, in that aura he gives off of something new and different, he provides her with a feeling she cannot get from Mustard Trim. And all the while, at every point in the dream, the viol of that aging griffin plays, filling her ears with intrigue. There is surely much more to this dream, and Amber knows it did not end with her entering his car, but the conclusion evades her waking recollection.
The second dream is shorter, as Amber sits under a spotlight playing her Mandolin on the stage of what seems to be a music hall, likely remembered from Childhood. It's Amber's own Greensleeves that fills this section - not that that song is what she would be playing in the moment, but it is what accompanies the memory. There is a crowd of ponies watching, and at least in thought, Mustard Trim is among those in the first row.
The third memory is of Amber sitting down in a field of tall grass before a river mouth that slowly empties into a bay. A light wind blows the grass and the tops of nearby trees. There are two small foals next to Amber, one the color of wheat, and the other a light cream color, and she understands that a stallion sits just to the left and behind her. The sound is of that filly from the church singing the folk songs of the old Equestria.
The final dream is recalled in more detail. This one too is filled with the haunting notes heard in Club Maurice, which play over nigh every moment. In this dream, Amber comes to the conclusion that she will never be able to escape the music, and asks the pegasus filly at Club Maurice where to find the viol player. She tells her to simply wait, and follow him home. This, she does, following him down the dim streets, past the smell of garbage, around the barking of dogs, and across an antique bridge, over a poluted river next to decaying mills with grand smoke stacks. She follows him down a narrow, winding street, until she comes to an apartment building. She does not go up immediately, but sticks around. From the floors above, she hears the music, and it is not like the music she has heard before, nor indeed, any music she has ever heard before. A whole orchestra plays on enchanted instruments. As she cannot hold back the curiosity any longer, she goes up to the room, and knocks on the door. It is unlocked, and she opens it. Dancing lights, a dog made of energy...
Amber wakes up. It's an hour earlier at least than she intended to wake up. She has to work retail in a few hours...
>>156671
Exactly when Amber falls asleep is hard to say, though it does not occur until long after she lies in bed.
Amber's dreams are filled with sound. Like the night before, they are filled with music, and the music is more memorable than any sight or image.
The first, fragmented memory that Amber has is of encountering a very large, orange stallion with odd, foreign looking ornate dress, a jeweled headpiece, and braided mane who approaches her beneath the gold-trimmed walls of a restaurant or night club. He speaks in strained Ponish with a strong accent, and approaches Amber directly with a request. He says that he has come in from out of town, and is looking for a mare. When she asks details, all of his answers lead to a tablet of some sort, though its relation with this mare is uncertain. Mustard Trim is there, and he wants no part of it. He is open and remorseless in his jealousy of the attention Amber gives the stallion, and he tells Amber he thinks the stallion is dangerous. Amber does not heed Mustard, and leaves him to get in the stallion's automobile. Her feelings towards the stallion are entirely non-romantic, and not of a sexual nature. But there is no denying that in his mystery, in that aura he gives off of something new and different, he provides her with a feeling she cannot get from Mustard Trim. And all the while, at every point in the dream, the viol of that aging griffin plays, filling her ears with intrigue. There is surely much more to this dream, and Amber knows it did not end with her entering his car, but the conclusion evades her waking recollection.
The second dream is shorter, as Amber sits under a spotlight playing her Mandolin on the stage of what seems to be a music hall, likely remembered from Childhood. It's Amber's own Greensleeves that fills this section - not that that song is what she would be playing in the moment, but it is what accompanies the memory. There is a crowd of ponies watching, and at least in thought, Mustard Trim is among those in the first row.
The third memory is of Amber sitting down in a field of tall grass before a river mouth that slowly empties into a bay. A light wind blows the grass and the tops of nearby trees. There are two small foals next to Amber, one the color of wheat, and the other a light cream color, and she understands that a stallion sits just to the left and behind her. The sound is of that filly from the church singing the folk songs of the old Equestria.
The final dream is recalled in more detail. This one too is filled with the haunting notes heard in Club Maurice, which play over nigh every moment. In this dream, Amber comes to the conclusion that she will never be able to escape the music, and asks the pegasus filly at Club Maurice where to find the viol player. She tells her to simply wait, and follow him home. This, she does, following him down the dim streets, past the smell of garbage, around the barking of dogs, and across an antique bridge, over a poluted river next to decaying mills with grand smoke stacks. She follows him down a narrow, winding street, until she comes to an apartment building. She does not go up immediately, but sticks around. From the floors above, she hears the music, and it is not like the music she has heard before, nor indeed, any music she has ever heard before. A whole orchestra plays on enchanted instruments. As she cannot hold back the curiosity any longer, she goes up to the room, and knocks on the door. It is unlocked, and she opens it. Dancing lights, a dog made of energy...
Amber wakes up. It's an hour earlier at least than she intended to wake up. She has to work retail in a few hours...
>>156674
She wakes up and groggily ponders her vivid dreams, their brilliant sounds and sight, before they can be forgotten. What a strange and exotic stallion, surely he did not come from Equestria? She doesn't feel any guilt for meeting this odd and imposing figure in her dream, but tries to think about where she saw that sort of dress and braided mane in her history books. [1d20+6 = (1+6) = 7]
The third gives her pause. It felt similar to how she got her cutie mark, but evidently it wasn't that scene from her life, as it was in a different place and she wasn't the size of those foals. Those second and third dreams must be visions of the future and snapshots of her hopes. Will these be realized? Who can say.
The last dream gives her pause. She hangs onto the magical notes for as long as she can, though she cannot hope to interpret what she saw.
Reluctantly she gets up and stretches.
She wakes up and groggily ponders her vivid dreams, their brilliant sounds and sight, before they can be forgotten. What a strange and exotic stallion, surely he did not come from Equestria? She doesn't feel any guilt for meeting this odd and imposing figure in her dream, but tries to think about where she saw that sort of dress and braided mane in her history books. [1d20+6 = (1+6) = 7]
The third gives her pause. It felt similar to how she got her cutie mark, but evidently it wasn't that scene from her life, as it was in a different place and she wasn't the size of those foals. Those second and third dreams must be visions of the future and snapshots of her hopes. Will these be realized? Who can say.
The last dream gives her pause. She hangs onto the magical notes for as long as she can, though she cannot hope to interpret what she saw.
Reluctantly she gets up and stretches.
>>156677
Sun ain't even up yet.
The dress and braids belong to the young maidens of Yakyakistan, who wear such dress on their wedding days.
Amber tries to reimagine the symphony of the last dream. The notes are unfortunately hard to perceive in the ear. Not that Amber has any difficulty in imagining music, mind you, but some ethereal quality of the music renders it difficult to reproduce, even in the mind. This is note a problem Amber encountered in the Club Maurice.
Amber has an entire hour before she even intended to wake up. She could go out and eat breakfast.... if she had any money. She could go to the post office... if they opened before she had to be in work. She could practice the Mandolin... if she doesn't mind her neighbors hearing it at this hour. She could go out for an early morning walk. She could walk all the way to her coltfriend's house and politely ask him to join her for twenty minutes before work and school so they could talk about their feelings and their dreams. She could even go back to sleep. Okay, that last one is just wishful thinking.
Sun ain't even up yet.
The dress and braids belong to the young maidens of Yakyakistan, who wear such dress on their wedding days.
Amber tries to reimagine the symphony of the last dream. The notes are unfortunately hard to perceive in the ear. Not that Amber has any difficulty in imagining music, mind you, but some ethereal quality of the music renders it difficult to reproduce, even in the mind. This is note a problem Amber encountered in the Club Maurice.
Amber has an entire hour before she even intended to wake up. She could go out and eat breakfast.... if she had any money. She could go to the post office... if they opened before she had to be in work. She could practice the Mandolin... if she doesn't mind her neighbors hearing it at this hour. She could go out for an early morning walk. She could walk all the way to her coltfriend's house and politely ask him to join her for twenty minutes before work and school so they could talk about their feelings and their dreams. She could even go back to sleep. Okay, that last one is just wishful thinking.
>>156678
Amber really doesn't want to lose those ethereal notes forever, so at the risk of upsetting her neighbors she tries her best to recreate them in the real world. She grabs her mandolin and tries to match tempo, pitch, and every other characteristic of the music, though she can never truly match it.
Perform: [1d20+3 = (9+3) = 12]
Amber really doesn't want to lose those ethereal notes forever, so at the risk of upsetting her neighbors she tries her best to recreate them in the real world. She grabs her mandolin and tries to match tempo, pitch, and every other characteristic of the music, though she can never truly match it.
Perform: [1d20+3 = (9+3) = 12]
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