The train speeds across bridges and overpasses.
It's not fast enough.
I sit in my seat—or at least I pretend to. My legs are jostling. Bouncing. I can scarcely control my heartbeat.
What is this?
What's happening?
The green hum crackles from a distance. I gaze out the window more times than I can count. Adjusting my shades, I squint at a gray sky melting from the rise of a golden dawn. Another city looms beyond blurring lampposts. I spot skyscrapers, a white dome, a towering needle of steel and glass.
My ears pop with a crimson burst. The train dives into the earth, screaming breathlessly into an elaborate subway system.
Minutes later, I hop up, practically bounding up the steps until I'm at street level. The urban air belches into me—and yet somehow it's still a thousand times cleaner than where I have been. With magic, I drag my luggage behind me, panting as I quicken my pace.
Before long, I've pierced the downtown heart of Torontrot. The only thing more pleasant than the ponies here is the architecture—but I ignore them both. I've sneezed my way through here on tours and I can do so again.
I brush by artistic districts, relying on memory. It takes a bit of scrounging, but I dredge up the names of local music stops from my feverish mind. I find a hybrid of a coffee shop and a record store. I leave my luggage at the front entrance with permission from the propietors, and I launch myself at the vinyls that they have in stock.
For minutes... hours... I hoof my way through each album. I stare at every cover. My magenta eyes dart and twitch, paired with panting breaths.
When I find nothing... I move on.
I hop from block to block... record store to record store... sucking the musical marrow out of Torontrot with my heart and soul. I must look like a mad mare to all of the casual patrons quietly rummaging through each shop's humble assortment of vinyls. More than once, I hear a gasp or two—then golden voices whispering away, echoing DJ-P0N3's name. But none of my quiet fans bother interrupting me. The ponies here are nice, after all. So I act nice back. I ignore them.
But soon enough, I am reunited with my sighs. Another sun has set, and I realize with aching limbs and tired eyes that Torontot has yielded nothing.
I should find a hotel to sleep... to rest... to eat. But I don't. I book it straight for the subway station and I grab the first train heading east.
I need to search more...
Depending on people's time zone, that could be four chapters in a day. For me it was 2 before midnight and two after.
Finally, now you're going the right way!
So she's looking for a copy of her track. I wonder, is it to see if the world has forgotten about it and she is the only one holding on to the past? Or is it to replace her lost copy and make peace with her past?
ooooh... well, thiiiiiis is an interesting turn. Heh... This is gonna go neat places!
Well, Vinyl, good luck in your search. I hope that you find what you need to find, even if it's not necessarily what you're looking for.
6737544 But maybe one lst one?
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I know right!?!
My thoughts in this moment:
NONONONONONONONONONON!!
Dammit skirts, I step away for a few minutes and you post 4 chapters.
Keep going!
It looks like Vinyl has finally decided to gallop forwards with her life.
I hope Vinyl finds the record she needs.
I hope she's looking for a copy of that record she smashed so she can give it to Sweetie Belle.
Is Vinyl going to save Tavi from her own gruesome fate? She's heading east.
Will Cyan Sings... sing again to save her best friend?
Before she can find Tavi she has to find herself.
6738289 Well it looks like she's on her way at least
Okay first: dammit skirts, don't pull a near suicide on us, holy shit
Second: please tell me she finds that record and remixes the everliving hell out of it
Third: what scares me is maybe octavia leaving wasn't intentional, but her dad sponsoring a snatch-and-grab.
6737377 It was four for me. What time zone are you in? I'm central U.S.
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EST
Man, four chapters... wow... nicely done man, nicely done...
Vinyl... I wish you luck!
I believe with me it was four in one day, but my sense of time is so screwy I'm not sure.
6737612 If that was an intentional pun on your part I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
You've obviously never been to Toronto.
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This is the most flattering view of the ROM I've ever seen... But until about 10 or so years back you could possibly have spent years in various record stores.
Hell "Sam the record man" was a landmark for the city.
Yep... the elaborate subway system consisting of two whole lines (well, and the Sheppard line, but who actually uses that?)
6971900 Yeah, I long for the days when the ROM didn't look like a spaceship crashed into it.
HA!
7020609 oi! Don't go dissing the Sheppard Line. It's carried many a teenager to school.