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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Camped at the entrance to the highway is a human male dressed in overalls, and despite Zephyr giving the call for agents, the man is wearing a Promethian illuminated helmet. He leans against the cab of what looks like a salvaged blue pickup truck and trailer, quite a few panels of it looking like they were eaten through by nanites. As everyone gathers he speaks: "I'm Smithson and I'll be driving you out to Tahoe today, because Zephyr can't be bothered to send a chopper..." He sighs, rolling his eyes a bit. "The trip will take at least a day or two, so I hope you brought camping supplies or something. You can pack your things on the trailer with mine." He points to the trailer, where a few supplies are already wrapped up, including extra gas for the truck. "Any questions?"<br> <br>Firecracker perches atop the truck as the group arrives and receives their briefing. "Oh! A camping trip, yay!" the pint-sized pink pegasus cheers as she claps her forehooves together happily, ringing out hollow little sounds as they connect. "Oh, and I'm Firecracker! What're all your names?" she asks the group and each person to arrive, making sure to get everyones name for the new adventure!<br> <br>Ah, the thrills of a glorious expedition outside the bubble! Excitement! Treasure! Adventure! The downsides were clear-cut, ofcourse... and Otto did so hate that rotten feeling in his gut whenever he left the signal's reach, but he'd learned to cope with it during his previous expeditions. Garbed in his battlegear, with all his armaments present, polished and primed for use, the well prepared canine took long, wide strides alongside Cerl. With a smile on his face and a kick in his step, Otto lead the way to the rendezvous point, taking care to pace himself at least a little. His mate was carrying a bit more than usual as well, after all. She had most of their supplies, despite his offer to take some of the load. |
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| + | "This is gonna be great, hon! About damn time we did something like this." the enthusiastic coyote exclaims as he turns and walks backwards for a few moments, his armored boots leaving large prints in their wake. "Sure hope nobody gets flattened." A sincere wish coming from a good place, if worded rather bluntly. Once they arrive at the vehicle, he greets Firecracker with a bright smile and a wave, "Heya Fire. I had a feeling I'd be seeing you here." the canine snerks, then turns to the human "Questions? Uhhh... no. I guess not." At least not for now. Otto crosses his arms and leans against the hood of the truck, then awaits the arrival of the others, greeting each with a nod, and a smile.<br> <br>Draken is nervous. this will be her first expedition outside of the bubble in years. The last one did not go so well. She walks to the place with a decidedly uncertain look, making sure to stay close to Ebreus.<br> <br>Ebreus walks down the highway toward the meeting place alongside Draken. As he walks he adjusts the straps of his varius packs and pieces of equipment and taking note of where each strap rests easiest so he will be able to put them there again after they camp and he packs up again. Seeing their contact and Firecracker he smiles and continues his aproach. "Hello Smithson." he says with a polite nod. Then agressing Firecracker he says, "Hi Fire. I'm Ebreus, we're friends, remember?" flashing his Firecracker plushie to help jog her memory. | ||
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| + | Seeing Otto and Cerl walk up moments after he and Draken did he smiles wider and says, "Hi Otto, Cerl. I'm glad you two are coming. It's seeming less and less likely anybody gets flattened." With this talk of death around Draken he uses his telepathy to speak into her head, 'Don't worry, so long as we're together we might as well be in the bubble.' he reassures her. Then remembering their contact had asked him a question he looks back to him and says, "No questions, Smithson."<br> <br>Cameron arrived shortly after most people, a bulging rucksack nearly as big as he was, the most noticable being a few blankets tied to the top. The cat boy decked out in his usual hoodie and cargo pants, though he had made sure to slipe his armour on underneath just in case. As well as coming armed with a portable cannon, a small sword and a hefty monkey wrench both strapped to his waist. The kitty prepared to go on quite an excersion. His head tilted lightly to one side as he made a quick pass over his check list. Food, clothes, ammo, weapons, blankets, a pillow, rope, and a few other things that might be need, like wiring, or a square of wax. With a small nod he figured he had everything he needed, not like he could go back and get if even if he did forget something. Seeing the inquisitive little horse he smiled as he gave her a small wave in greeting. "Hello Firecracker." His baby blues looking to the others present and giving them each a small wave. "I would ask what we might expect, but if it is out of the bubble, likely something we don't know. So none from me I guess."<br> <br>Arris is with the rest of the group, sitting down on top of a large blue-and-cyan duffel bag, listening in on the mission debriefing. "A day or two, huh? That's, uh, that's quite the distance. No questi... actually, do you know what kind of opposition we might be up against? Well, ah, besides a long, boring, trailer drive to Tahoe." The gator snickers a little at hir own bad joke. <br> <br>Having been hiding in the shadows for hours, Cerl watches as everyone arrives. Finally stepping forth, she glances over at Otto and Ebreus and snerks. "Don't know who you two are talking to, but I heard my name. I've been here all day waiting for everyone to show up." Padding over by the truck, she looks it over and says, "Guess I'm riding in the back." and starts checking her saddlebags to make sure she has all her gear. Rope, blankets, her cases of crossbow bolts, food, water, a case of grenades...various small sundries. Yup, all here and with some room left over for things that are found.<br> <br>With no questions, Smithson waves everyone to climb aboard, telling them to strap their gear in too before he turns the truck on. Once veryone is aboard, he drives out onto the highway, aproaching the edge of the Fairhaven bubble.<br> <br>As he drives, Smithson adds: "No one has any idea what is out there. Why do you think Zephyr needed agents to fetch something as simple as radio equipment?"<br> <br>Firecracker perches atop Ebreus's head as people get into the truck for transport. "Hiya, Ebbie and Cerly and Toey and other peoples that didn't say your names! Ready for adventure?!" she cheers happily in her new seat as the truck starts driving. Once they cross over the edge of the bubble, hardly a moment passes before the pony throws up a rather large bubble of her own with Distributed Nanomagic, reaching out in a full 160 foot radius from her position! "So who wants to play a game? She asks happily before starting it without anyone's input. "I spy with my little eye something blue!" | ||
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28/5/2017
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Camped at the entrance to the highway is a human male dressed in overalls, and despite Zephyr giving the call for agents, the man is wearing a Promethian illuminated helmet. He leans against the cab of what looks like a salvaged blue pickup truck and trailer, quite a few panels of it looking like they were eaten through by nanites. As everyone gathers he speaks: "I'm Smithson and I'll be driving you out to Tahoe today, because Zephyr can't be bothered to send a chopper..." He sighs, rolling his eyes a bit. "The trip will take at least a day or two, so I hope you brought camping supplies or something. You can pack your things on the trailer with mine." He points to the trailer, where a few supplies are already wrapped up, including extra gas for the truck. "Any questions?"
Firecracker perches atop the truck as the group arrives and receives their briefing. "Oh! A camping trip, yay!" the pint-sized pink pegasus cheers as she claps her forehooves together happily, ringing out hollow little sounds as they connect. "Oh, and I'm Firecracker! What're all your names?" she asks the group and each person to arrive, making sure to get everyones name for the new adventure!
Ah, the thrills of a glorious expedition outside the bubble! Excitement! Treasure! Adventure! The downsides were clear-cut, ofcourse... and Otto did so hate that rotten feeling in his gut whenever he left the signal's reach, but he'd learned to cope with it during his previous expeditions. Garbed in his battlegear, with all his armaments present, polished and primed for use, the well prepared canine took long, wide strides alongside Cerl. With a smile on his face and a kick in his step, Otto lead the way to the rendezvous point, taking care to pace himself at least a little. His mate was carrying a bit more than usual as well, after all. She had most of their supplies, despite his offer to take some of the load.
"This is gonna be great, hon! About damn time we did something like this." the enthusiastic coyote exclaims as he turns and walks backwards for a few moments, his armored boots leaving large prints in their wake. "Sure hope nobody gets flattened." A sincere wish coming from a good place, if worded rather bluntly. Once they arrive at the vehicle, he greets Firecracker with a bright smile and a wave, "Heya Fire. I had a feeling I'd be seeing you here." the canine snerks, then turns to the human "Questions? Uhhh... no. I guess not." At least not for now. Otto crosses his arms and leans against the hood of the truck, then awaits the arrival of the others, greeting each with a nod, and a smile.
Draken is nervous. this will be her first expedition outside of the bubble in years. The last one did not go so well. She walks to the place with a decidedly uncertain look, making sure to stay close to Ebreus.
Ebreus walks down the highway toward the meeting place alongside Draken. As he walks he adjusts the straps of his varius packs and pieces of equipment and taking note of where each strap rests easiest so he will be able to put them there again after they camp and he packs up again. Seeing their contact and Firecracker he smiles and continues his aproach. "Hello Smithson." he says with a polite nod. Then agressing Firecracker he says, "Hi Fire. I'm Ebreus, we're friends, remember?" flashing his Firecracker plushie to help jog her memory.
Seeing Otto and Cerl walk up moments after he and Draken did he smiles wider and says, "Hi Otto, Cerl. I'm glad you two are coming. It's seeming less and less likely anybody gets flattened." With this talk of death around Draken he uses his telepathy to speak into her head, 'Don't worry, so long as we're together we might as well be in the bubble.' he reassures her. Then remembering their contact had asked him a question he looks back to him and says, "No questions, Smithson."
Cameron arrived shortly after most people, a bulging rucksack nearly as big as he was, the most noticable being a few blankets tied to the top. The cat boy decked out in his usual hoodie and cargo pants, though he had made sure to slipe his armour on underneath just in case. As well as coming armed with a portable cannon, a small sword and a hefty monkey wrench both strapped to his waist. The kitty prepared to go on quite an excersion. His head tilted lightly to one side as he made a quick pass over his check list. Food, clothes, ammo, weapons, blankets, a pillow, rope, and a few other things that might be need, like wiring, or a square of wax. With a small nod he figured he had everything he needed, not like he could go back and get if even if he did forget something. Seeing the inquisitive little horse he smiled as he gave her a small wave in greeting. "Hello Firecracker." His baby blues looking to the others present and giving them each a small wave. "I would ask what we might expect, but if it is out of the bubble, likely something we don't know. So none from me I guess."
Arris is with the rest of the group, sitting down on top of a large blue-and-cyan duffel bag, listening in on the mission debriefing. "A day or two, huh? That's, uh, that's quite the distance. No questi... actually, do you know what kind of opposition we might be up against? Well, ah, besides a long, boring, trailer drive to Tahoe." The gator snickers a little at hir own bad joke.
Having been hiding in the shadows for hours, Cerl watches as everyone arrives. Finally stepping forth, she glances over at Otto and Ebreus and snerks. "Don't know who you two are talking to, but I heard my name. I've been here all day waiting for everyone to show up." Padding over by the truck, she looks it over and says, "Guess I'm riding in the back." and starts checking her saddlebags to make sure she has all her gear. Rope, blankets, her cases of crossbow bolts, food, water, a case of grenades...various small sundries. Yup, all here and with some room left over for things that are found.
With no questions, Smithson waves everyone to climb aboard, telling them to strap their gear in too before he turns the truck on. Once veryone is aboard, he drives out onto the highway, aproaching the edge of the Fairhaven bubble.
As he drives, Smithson adds: "No one has any idea what is out there. Why do you think Zephyr needed agents to fetch something as simple as radio equipment?"
Firecracker perches atop Ebreus's head as people get into the truck for transport. "Hiya, Ebbie and Cerly and Toey and other peoples that didn't say your names! Ready for adventure?!" she cheers happily in her new seat as the truck starts driving. Once they cross over the edge of the bubble, hardly a moment passes before the pony throws up a rather large bubble of her own with Distributed Nanomagic, reaching out in a full 160 foot radius from her position! "So who wants to play a game? She asks happily before starting it without anyone's input. "I spy with my little eye something blue!"
