elementofloyalty: (all right let's do it)
[personal profile] elementofloyalty
[Healed at last. Fully cleared to fight again! As Rainbow sits on her cloud-bed, running a hoof over the scar that marks her chest strongly enough to leave a line through her fur, she wonders if that's because she's actually well, or just because they want everypony available to fight.]

[Doesn't matter, though. She wouldn't miss this if she was on death's door! ...again. Fate of the world? That's old hat for her! It's everypony else she has to fight for that drives her on.]

[As she slides off the bed, she gives a pet to Tank's head, then paces over to the dresser. Maybe she ought to wear her uniform in the fight. Let them all know who she's fighting for?]

[...then again, they MIGHT just think she's a random monster and ignore her, if she doesn't.]
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[personal profile] bunnypassingby
Does anyone have any tips on tracking people? I've been hired on a missing person mission and I don't actually know much about finding people - the last time I had to find someone, I managed to come across them by accident, but I don't think that's going to work this time.

- Mikuru


[Those on the third floor might come across Mikuru, stalking about with a notebook she occasionally refers to, or poking around the headmaster's office with plastic gloves on...]
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[Thursday morning, 0559 hours.]

[Garden as a whole abruptly drops two feet.]

[The facility strikes the ground with a massive crash and shake that bears the full weight of every single one of its pounds. Loose items tumble to the floor and glass shatters in a cacophonous tumult that only serves as counterpoint to the greater and far more ominous crash of earth meeting metal. Massive vibrations race through Garden as different parts of it resonate with the force of the impact. Somewhere on the first floor, a chocobo literally screams in rage, a sound almost monstrous in its inhumanity. The lights flicker and then go out entirely.]

[Like an earthquake -- and no one would blame anyone for mistaking the source of the crash and shake, if not for the sickening drop that had yanked everyone's stomach into their throat for a heartstopping moment -- the shaking, roar, and vibrations slowly fade away, leaving only panick, fear, and disarray behind. And very ominous silence. The power has failed; the lights are out, water does not flow, and besides the residents, nothing stirs.]

[Then... slowly, but inexorably, Balamb Garden begins to tilt.]

[OOC: This is a general reaction and mingle post! You may also make your own posts if you so desire. If you need a mod response to a thread for information or a reaction, please ping us through PM!]
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[The Commander is in full uniform today as she faces the camera, hands on the table in front of her. She is not in her office; in fact, to judge by the backdrop behind her, she is not anywhere within Balamb Garden at all.]

Citizens of Balamb Garden. I apologize for not making this announcement in person to you, however, I believe you would rather have it immediately than in person.

As you should be aware, Balamb Garden is nominally a part of Balamb itself. In addition to the military organization of SeeD, we are subject to Balamb's laws and government, and are a territory under its juridiction.

As of noon today, that relationship, between Balamb Garden and Balamb, is formally dissolved. From today onwards, Balamb Garden is an independent political entity.

I wish to make two things clear to you all. First of all, this will not meaningfully impact your day-to-day lives. Balamb Garden is already the home of its own school system, generates its own power, and has its own effective government structure and regulations in the form of the SeeD Code of Conduct. While we may require some minor adjustment, our business will continue as usual.

Second, the reason we are doing this is for the benefit of our offworld population. As an independent entity, Balamb Garden is free to directly act in ways that we did not have the authority to do, such as direct negotiations with other nations with regards to treatment of offworlders. We are also doing this for the protection of the citizens of Balamb, so that our actions have no ties and no repercussions to the government of Balamb.

As of noon today, you are all citizens of Balamb Garden. On that note, Balamb has allowed for a dual-citizenship stance, and will continue to accept applications for citizenship from offworlders, if you wish to have a civilian identity, or be a member of a nation which is not also a military organization. A Garden citizenship has our weight behind it, but a Balamb citizenship is that much more likely to be respected on the global stage at present. SeeD will not look with any prejudice or disfavor on current or future citizens of Balamb.

In addition, Esthar and Galbadia have both withdrawn from from all right-of-transit treaties concerning Balamb Garden. In other words, Garden no longer has any existing right to pass into territory belonging to these two nations. [A faint flicker of a smile touches the Commander's face, at that.] Putting all questions of enforcement aside, however, we expect that negotiations for access will be fairly routine, as it remains in their best interest to continue to use us for our stated purposes.

Negotiations over the fine points are continuing as we speak, and I will remain away from Garden until these are concluded. When I return, however, I will make myself free for any questions on this matter. In addition, I will respond to post on this matter as I am able (though do not expect it). In the meantime, if you have any ideas or suggestions for how best to leverage our new independence, I invite you to discuss them.

That is all.
ascendit: (try to pull a stunt like this)
[personal profile] ascendit
[Someone has been absent from class all week. Why?]

i was hiding for a WEEK. you guys suck at finding people.

[Nate is much easier to find now, though: He's in the library, catching up on the CUL 101 classes he missed by copying photos of Shumi from a textbook and annotating these drawings with cultural information. You can bug him! Or perhaps he will bug you when he tears out a page from his notebook, crumples it up, and throws it out - without really looking up to properly target the bin.

[Yeah, he might have hit someone.]
tiamat_shot: blushy moogle (did someone order fried brain)
[personal profile] tiamat_shot
[Looks like someone's finally worked up the courage to actually use the video option on the BBS; though to be fair he looks like he hasn't slept in several days, sunken bloodshot eyes making it look more like he's gone a little unhinged.]

So, I don't know if any of you have been reading the papers, kupo?

[He holds up a clipping from the Esthar Memorial, bearing the headline of "ESTHAR SCIENTISTS DISCOVER NEW MONSTERS, TIME COMPRESSION TO BLAME?" and accompanied with a picture of a... fluffy bunny-looking thing.]

It looks like the Time Compression isn't just pulling in sentient species any more, kupo.

In...uh... completely unrelated news, kupo, does anyone have any tips for... uhm... someone who's been up at least seventy-two studying but doesn't want to end up with hideous traumatizing nightmares when they finally crash?

Alternately, am I allowed to rig my dorm with explosive traps, kupo? The thought that those things followed me here...
elementofloyalty: (let's get to it)
[personal profile] elementofloyalty
[Rainbow had vowed that once she got out of the infirmary, she and Ed were going to have a long talk. And as much as Ed doubtlessly hoped she'd forget that vow... yeah, there's no way, is there.]

[Which is why Rainbow announces her newly-won freedom by popping into Ed's room.]

[Through the window.]


Hey, look who's got a clean bill of health and is out on her own again!
rewritethis: (to the future)
[personal profile] rewritethis
[Somehow, Ed's footsteps lead him right back to the infirmary.

They'd run tests on him as well once everyone came back, but nothing that kept him for long. As far as most anyone else is concerned, and certainly as far as Ed was willing to admit, he could have been stabbed on the battlefield before anything weird(er than a freaking Lunar Cry) happened; junctioning and Cure spells can work wonders sometimes, and there's no trace of any lasting injury. From what he's heard and what he saw in there, he was lucky. It figures, doesn't it? The only good luck he ever gets is the kind he'd rather have done without.

It's interesting to listen to the ways other people are talking about it, in itself. "Spirit worlds", huh? If Ed's honest, he isn't even sure they're wrong.

He shouldn't hang around here, he tells himself as he meanders past the beds. Even ignoring the fact that he's nothing remotely close to a doctor and would arguably be more use keeping out of the way instead of bugging people for errands to run... it's a more welcome sight than a mass grave, almost anything is, but he can't shake the feeling that he doesn't have the right.

There's nowhere else he can think of to go, though. And it is an overwhelming relief to run into anyone he knows, bedridden or otherwise - hell, even people he's only ever seen from a distance, if he recognises their face.]


Hey. [His smile is too tired to be hiding any kind of guile, although that might be uncharacteristic enough to be uncanny all on its own.] Everything okay here?
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[Time Compression, in its purest form -- a tangled ball like a naked singularity, where space and time are points rather than dimensions, and no standard laws of reality apply.]

[The Gate of Truth: a portal between this world and another, the means by which alchemical energy comes into this world, capable of separating those who cross it into body, mind, and soul.]

[Mixing the two might have been a bad idea.]

[From a circle on the ground in the very depths of Tears Point, a yawning void opens. From it pour hands -- hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny shadow-hands on endlessly long, shapeless black arms. Though nothing seems to be guiding them, they unerring seek out everything and everyone living nearby. Slash them, cut them, burn them, blast them -- they simply reform and redouble their efforts to seize living beings.]

[Suddenly the flow shifts. Whereas before the circle disgorged Cthonian nightmares, now it pulls with unearthly strength. The shadow-hands wrap around their targets, seize them, and pull them in fast and hard.]

[All is blinding white.]

[The scene abruptly resolves into coherent shapes and images again. Where before, they had stood under a sky red with monsters, now the heroes stand beneath a sky full of clouds, whose whiteness is the same ominous density that grey-blackness would be in a normal world. Lower in the sky, nearly blotting out those clouds, hung Lunatic Pandoras, countless Lunatic Pandoras, limitless temporal repetition of the same monolith.]

[In the center, where the Time Compression Distortion had touched Tears Point, now all that was visible was the bloated, decaying husk of a spider. A massive spider, whose sprawled legs stretch far off into the distance. Atop it, a spider that was miniscule only in comparison to the titan frantically weaves another line into a great web that seems poised to catch a descending crystal as it lurches laboriously groundward from some far-off point in the sky.]

[And if all that is strange, wait till you look around...]

[But there's still a job to be done.]

[OOC: Discussion post is here, and you really ought to read it before you post! Again, no tag order, multiple locations.]
wrnpcs: ([library npc])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[Balamb Garden surged forward through the black predawn hours, racing across the Great Plain of Esthar. 22 years ago, mobile Gardens had no access to the continent, but in the course of the decades and the increased goodwill between Balamb and Esthar, a large portion of the rocky cliffs had been demolished and graded, making an access ramp for the academies.]

[The night was completely black. The moon was new, and thus not out, and clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. In the distance, though, a sickly white-yellow light illuminated the low-hanging cloud cover.]

[The Time Compression distortion above Tears Point lanced into the sky past the clouds, a mighty finger of warped light that stood literal miles high. At its base, Tears Point faded in and out of view like a mirage.]

[The Ragnarok and the Chaotix docked with Balamb as the academy shuddered to a halt just outside of the projected worst-case scenario blast. Already loaded with supplies and ready for transport, the two airships held motionless just long enough for the combatants to board before lifting off, as the first rays of dawn ran across their hulls.

[Visible to the south, on the opposite side, three other airships raced to Tears Point: two literal sailing ships with propellers in place of sails, and one mighty large enough to engulf the other two a dozen times over. They landed in formation, and the army of Sol Invictus -- not just foot soldiers, but mighty vehicles and weapons of war -- emerged from its depths to form lines.]

[Not intentionally, but simply as a matter of the ebb and flow of the tides of war, Balamb Garden and Sol Invictus struck at the same time.]

[At first it was to no avail: the machinery of Tears Point, meant to repel the Lunatic Pandora, had been resurrected and repurposed; the mighty field they formed served as a mighty wall, repelling all efforts to breach it. But as Lunatic Pandora had ultimately overwhelmed it, so too did the field seem vulnerable to the massed might of its foes. From the SeeDs, blows, spells, and an abundance of rockets smashed into the field, weakening it with each impact, while on the other side Sol Invictus unleashed an astonishing fusillade of technological and magical might of their own. The generators whined and hummed in furious protests, their engines straining to counteract the onslaught. A couple of ranks in, the first machine to fail popped in brilliant flare of light, electricity arcing across its neighbors and smoldering metal shotgunning outwards.]

[As if signaled, a wave of monsters -- almost literally, the way they surged outwards between the protective devices -- passed through the one-way field effortlessly, smashing into the assembled lines. Though numerous, they were comparatively week; the might of Sol Invictus, and the training and discipline of the SeeDs and cadets, met their attack and repelled it with minimal loss. The monsters, however, seemed endless. Time Compression continued to surge and write, depositing wave after wave of foes to harry and harass those who opposed the Time Compression Mage's ultimate goal, and though those monsters could not dispatch his enemies, they accomplished their purpose nonetheless.]

[The great Time Compression Distortion abruptly shuddered, then without warning, disgorged a massive shape all at once, more like that great form had always been there than as if it had in some sense emerged from the distortion. Three miles tall, one and half wide; a gargantuan metal structure than shone as if with veins of light, almost obscuring the symbol of Esthar on its side.]

[Lunatic Pandora.]

[At once, the field machines short-circuit in a pyrotechnical display that would have been awe-inspiring if not for the appearance of the Lunatic Pandora itself. The sudden shift of tidal forces was gut-wrenching, enough to drive weaker people to their knees from vertigo and nausea. In the sky above, the new moon burned a brilliant red, a long finger stretching from its surface towards the earth.]

[The field is down, but the monsters continue to surge forwards. Somewhere inside, the Time Compression Mage harnesses the massive tidal forces generated by the Crystal Pillar for his own ends. An army with a common goal fights on the opposite side of the pillar, but is the enemy of your enemy your friend?]

[The Lunar cry has begun.]

[OOC: Post to the threads below, or start your own if you have a scene you wish to do. There is no tagging order; respond as you see fit. Mod tags may come at any time. You may also NPC monsters or encounters yourselves if you desire. If you are specifically requesting a mod tag, please put some indication in the subject line of your comment. The OOC planning post is here!]
bunnypassingby: (I will risk my own life to stop you)
[personal profile] bunnypassingby
[Remember when Mikuru had to do a ton of public speaking as leader of the GFC?

[This is harder. And with time as precious as it is, she is trying to keep this as to the point as possible.]


Back home, I was a time traveler. The equipment [yes, that's a good word for it] that allows me to do so came here with me, but with time as messed up as it is here I was always too scared to try and use it in case it somehow messed with time compression even more or I ended up somewhere strange...

But I think it's time I stopped being scared. The Time Compression Mage said he's going to manipulate the time distortion - maybe my time travel gear can help us gain our own control over the distortion, or help us travel around it easier.

I honestly don't know how it works, but if anyone wants to have a look at it and pull it apart to figure it out and maybe make something similar, I'll have it in my office,
[some room number on the second floor].

- Mikuru


[For those who choose to go straight to her office instead of replying on the BBS, Mikuru is indeed sitting at her desk, giving her pistols some TLC in preparation for the battle. There's a chair before the desk with her Miracle outfit lying neatly folded on top of it.]
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[The video image of the Commander looks ruffled in appearance, but her demeanor remains calm as she speaks.]

Attention, all SeeDs and all residents of Balamb Garden. This is an emergency. This is not a drill.

Earlier this morning we were contacted by the group known as Sol Invictus, who brought with them a more complete version of the Time Compression Mage's calculations -- he had apparently approached them prior to approaching us. These equations confirm to our satisfaction that the Time Compression Mage's plans require invoking a Lunar Cry. His plan to return to his own home will damage or destroy this world.

We have exactly one day to prepare, after which time Balamb Garden will travel to Esthar and we will put an end to his plans. I do not know all of what we can expect, but monsters and a hideously powerful mage are guarantees. All SeeDs and cadets will enter battle using whatever means are most effective. Ready yourself.

I will monitor the BBS for suggestions and discussions. If you have any ideas you believe can be of use, post them or bring them to me immediately.

You have your orders. Begin your preparations.
wrnpcs: ([library npc])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[This video is uploaded to the BBS under ID#GUEST -- which is likely the first time anyone has seen this new feature in the system. The person it features is a man, handsome in a vaguely bland sort of way, who could be anywhere from eighteen to forty. He wears simple brown robes, his hands folded into the opposite sleeves, and thought he smile, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his tone.]

Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.

I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.

[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]

I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.

Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.

You will go home.

[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]

I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.

I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.

[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]

[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]

[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]
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[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the Ballroom cheerily decorated located on the second floor.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. The Headmaster speaks to the Garden.]


The Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The dance will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building. In the second floor ballroom, the Headmaster, Garden faculty, and even some of the instructors are present, so troublemakers are free to roam until 2400. Caterers roam, offering drinks and refreshments to the party goers; a stationary stand for punch and food is also offered. Unfamiliar people can be seen speaking with staff and amongst themselves - potential clients, perhaps?]

(Mod note: You may participate in the dance in comments to this post, or opt to make your own new post or log.

The dance is not mandatory (though it is strongly recommended that newly graduated SeeDs attend), so students that choose not to attend won't be punished.

Newly graduated SeeDs are required to wear their uniforms. Otherwise, the occasion is black tie. All inhabitants of Garden are welcome to the festivities.

Should players have any questions left unanswered, feel free to ping the mods via PM.)
wrnpcs: ([headmaster])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[Field exams are often publicly announced, but the date for this one had been given to those involved in private, via private message on the BBS and notes left in dormitories, two days in advance. While SeeDs Nida and Touma H. Norstein had been briefed in private, the cadets would only be briefed on the day, and were simply ordered to meet at the front gate at 0600 hours on Friday morning armed and in uniform.

[Once the cadets and Touma are assembled, Headmaster Cid and a faculty member join them for the traditional send off speech:]


Good morning, everyone, I hope you're doing well this early morning.

[He paces as he walks, eying each cadet and SeeD as he does so.]

This exam will involve three members. )

[As Cid finishes up, the sound of the Ragnarok coming in grows louder, until it lands below the cadets and opens. Nida soon emerges.] Everyone into the passenger room for your briefing.

[Briefly, he pulls Rainbow Dash aside.] Traditionally we let our piloting specialists take off on field exams, but as this mission is time sensitive, I'll be taking it this time. I'm sorry; I promise there is a place for you to fly later in the mission.

Navigation:
  • Arrivals
  • Briefing and planning
  • Ground team disarming and fight
  • Sky team infiltration and fight
  • Retreat to Deling - to be posted!
  • eggplantallergy: (Gakupo: good times)
    [personal profile] eggplantallergy
    You know, this is the first time I'll actually get an opportunity to attend a concert in this world! Is anyone else thinking of attending one of her concerts? If there is interest, please let me know, as I plan to get tickets very soon! Maybe we can get a group discount?

    Also, does anyone have some extra mittens or gloves? Sticking my hands into my pockets isn't really working for me. I'm willing to do a reasonable trade for the gloves! I've gotten gloves, but if anyone needs assistance with something, then please let me know!

    -Gakupo
    SeeD #28262
    elementofloyalty: (take that cloud)
    [personal profile] elementofloyalty
    [Morning in Trabia finds Rainbow Dash weaving in and out of the clouds, thumping through each one so that it shudders and dumps another load of snow onto the ground. This isn't some clever plan to solve Trabia's problems, though; she's just having fun.]

    [Get close and there's a good chance you'll have a snowball hurled at you. Do you dare?]
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    [personal profile] wrnpcs
    Hello SeeDs, Cadets, and staff members,

    I'm sure you've all heard about the peculiar winter Trabia continues to experience. Normally the continent would be starting to warm up around this year (as much as it ever does), but this year the usual seasonal changes have not taken hold:
  • Temperatures remain cold
  • The snow and ice have not melted
  • Nights are still long
  • Plants are not showing signs of new growth or blooming
  • Hibernating animals are still hibernating
  • Migratory animals have not returned

    Trabia's top scientists are beginning to suspect time compression is to blame. A scientific team from Esthar is looking into how to stop this seasonal freeze at its source, but since the prolonged winter is already affecting farming and looks set to affect the hydroelectricity grid, the Trabian government is more concerned with bringing on spring.

    As we have considerable experience with the effects of time compression, as well as a number of people with from different worlds which may work differently from our own, a small delegation including a researcher from the University of Trabia's Environmental Science department and the Trabian Minister of Agriculture will be arriving in Balamb Garden on Tuesday to discuss possible solutions.

    This will be a closed conference, unfortunately, to keep order and so as not to disrupt classes, but I would appreciate and will pass on any suggestions or proposals you may have. Please use this post to discuss among yourselves how Trabia might induce spring.

    Best,

    Headmaster Cid


  • (OOC: Open discussion post! Threadjack each other and don't feel like you need to wait for NPC responses. The date is an IC arrival date only rather than an OOC tagging deadline; please feel free to keep backtagging! The delegation's visit will not be logged, but all suggestions will be passed on IC.)
    rewritethis: (okay player)
    [personal profile] rewritethis
    PM to Twilight and Pinkie )

    [Action]

    [Today Edward is sitting in the library with an enormous paper bag full of baked goods on his lap and no idea what to do with it.

    He doesn't object to free food. That's the last thing he'd ever object to. What he objects to is it coming in a bag too large to fit in his pocket, and too blatantly overflowing for him to sneak out under his arm with any pretense of discretion. It's not so large that he wouldn't be able to empty it in ten minutes under the best of circumstances, but the best of circumstances wouldn't involve sitting just yards away from a stern-looking librarian who almost caught him industriously chewing on one of the bread rolls earlier and didn't sound at all convinced when he protested his innocence.

    That would have been a decent cue to up and take his research elsewhere, except... he's so close. He's sure he's close, surer than he has been for a long time. He's got a good feeling about this particular enormous textbook on the theory of paramagic, and he's barely scratched the surface. If he shuts his eyes, he can imagine he already has one hand on the front of the Gate.

    ...Dammit, who in their right mind just drops something like this onto a table in the library and rushes off without even a transparent excuse?! Okay, Rainbow doesn't quite fit that criterion, but still!

    It's a dilemma. When all of this is finally over, he thinks, he'll have to hand his brother an invoice for the trouble.

    But for now, if he sees anybody passing by who doesn't appear to have too big a stick up their ass, of course he's going to wave them over, shoot a furtive glance to either side and then quickly proffer the open bag.]
    Hey. Happy birthday.
    elementofloyalty: (sad pony)
    [personal profile] elementofloyalty
    [Knock knock. Knock knock.]

    [A pony has come a-knockin' on Ed's door.]

    [Rainbow frowns abstractly at the ceiling as she waits for him to answer. Is she really sure this is a good idea? Does she really want to go digging up old memories? Despite the fact that the answer to both those question is a definite 'hay no', is she going to do it anyway?]

    [To judge from the way she slumps in midair, the answer to the third is assuredly yes.]

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