After losing her job, Octavia decides to move to a faraway city called The Archive. There, she's offered a job playing cello for an upscale nightclub on the condition that she spies on the clientele.
We regret to inform you that your contract as cellist for the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra has recently expired. Due to recent cuts and downsizing, we are sorry to say that we are not able to renew it with you.
With all due respect,
Rosina Manager of the Royal Canterlot Philharmonic
***
Dear Miss Octavia,
Due to the recent termination of your contract with the Philharmonic, I am sorry to say that you cannot stay in the musician lodging any longer. You will be issued an eviction notice in a week and will be expected to leave in the next 10 days. I am warning you ahead of time so you may pack your things. Understand that any property of the Philharmonic must be returned.
Do not worry about the Cello. You may keep it as a consolation gift.
Quarter Pack
***
Octavia
I’m sorry for what happened to you, but since Bon Bon moved in with me I don’t think I’ll have room for you to move in with me as well. I’m surprised you asked me and not Vinyl. Aren’t you two really good friends?
I’m really sorry. Maybe you can visit Ponyville sometime?
Lyra
***
Tavi
You broke up with me a while ago. I’ve moved on and I seriously doubt my new marefriend would be thrilled that my ex needs to move in with me.
I don’t know, ask Vinyl or something.
Beau String
***
Octy
I’m sorry you’re staying at a motel for now, but you really can’t move in. I recently got engaged and it would be really awkward for you... you know, third wheeling and all. I know how it feels when I was with you and Beau a while back. Look, you and Vinyl are really good friends? Just ask her.
Geographia
***
Tavi
I’m sorry hun, but I just got a contract with Toity Fashions. The models all live together in a suite while we’re in season. It’s pretty tight boarding, so there won’t be any room. Maybe Vinyl has a place for you.
Modeling is not what I expected. I swear I'm the only one here who's read a book.
Golden Tiara
***
Octavia
I suppose I can let you stay while you get back on your feet. I’m extremely busy, but my apartment is big and you won’t be in the way. I live in Archive City now, so you’re going to need to take a ferry. It shouldn’t be too much, but it’ll be a long trip. When you get here, ask the cab driver to take you to Casa de Oro.
Dry land never felt so good before in my life. I would have gladly kissed it if it wasn’t so dirty. I had been on a ferry for a week and was glad to get off that damn boat. I had to push my way off the ramp, but I swear it was great to be on solid earth again. I hear airships aren’t as “rocky,” but those are crazy expensive.
I was hoping Vinyl would be at the docks, you know, to receive me and help me out in this new place. I thought Canterlot was busy, but this city makes Manehattan look like some country town. I had no idea what was going on...
Figures. She was nowhere to be seen. I guess I’m fending for myself.
After pushing my way through the crowd to the curb of the street, I saw ponies waving their hooves and screaming “Taxi!.” Remembering the letter Vinyl sent me, a taxi was probably the best idea. I started to wave my hoof, hoping one would stop for me.
Rather quickly, a cab pulled up. I tried to get in, but a group of mares pushed me out of their way as I approached the door. I was about to yell “Hey!” at them but the taxi screeched off, running over a puddle and splashing the dirty street water on me. As I got up, another stopped near me and I was nearly run over by ponies trying to get in. I jumped out of the way just in time.
“Yo Miss, need a ride?”
I looked to the street. Everypony was in a frenzy over the last cab that pulled up that they didn’t notice that another one pulled up right behind it. Thinking quick, I shoved myself in (cello and all) and slammed the door right as the frenzy took notice. The cab began to drive off as ponies started to go after the door.
“I swears, dem ponies be like piranhas to Taxis.” The driver chuckled, “If I stay mo’ den two minutes nea’ det crowds, mah car be shredded up like et the junkyawd.”
Ugh, I was wet with rain and puddle water. I put my head on the headrest and took a breather.
“Wheres to, Miss?”
“Uhm...” I fished through my pockets find that letter Vinyl sent me. Shoot, I couldn’t find it. “Uh, I think it was like... Casa de something.”
The driver turned to look at me. It was the first time I got a clear look at him and it nearly gave me a heart attack. The guy had the head of a pony, sure, but the way it seemed to be put on his body... it was like a minotaur. You know, head resting on broad shoulders? I took a look at the wheel of the car and didn’t see hooves. He had hands. “Casa de Oro?” He said.
“Uh uh... yeah, that.” Sounded about right. I was sweating a bit and breathing fast. That was so weird. What creature was driving this taxi? To the front of the car, the driver was laughing. “Hey, what’s so funny?” I said, rather annoyed. Today didn’t go well and this guy wasn’t making it much better.
“Youse neva seen a Furreh befo?” He said.
Furreh? Not sure what he meant, “Um... what?”
“Furreh. Yo know, an Antro?”
“I... I guess not... I’m sorry, I just haven’t seen...”
“Yeh, I dint think so. Well m’ name’s Cabbeh. Pleasah tah drive ya.”
“Pleasah-” I shook my head. His accent was contagious, it seems. “Pleasure to... be driven. Thanks for stopping.”
“No probs, Miss Octavia. ‘S good ya got on. You been to Archive City before?”
“Um... No, I’m staying with a frie-” I paused as a certain relization dawned on me, “H-How did you know my name?” I broke out in another cold sweat. Could these things read minds too?
Cabbie laughed, “Haha, no I ain’t no Psychic.” Was that supposed to make me feel better? It felt like he just read my mind that he was thinking about it... “Yo name’s on da Cello.”
“Oh.. haha...” It wasn’t a real laugh.
“I sense yo’s tense.”
“Hm? Oh yeah... It’s all just so overwhelming.”
“Da Citeh? Yea it get’s that ways sometimes.” He pressed a button and my window opened up. “Tek a peek outsides.”
I paused for a moment, then stuck my head outside. The first thing I instinctively did was look up. The buildings seemed to just go up for forever. The sky itself was covered in dull purple clouds. Looking back down, the streets were filled with... what? I saw a few ponies here and there, but I also saw walking sharks, lizards that stood upright, and tall upright, a few creatures like Cabbie, and others like Cabbie but hairless, in clothes, and with flat faces. They definitely made up the majority. “Whoa...” was all I could say.
“Those hairless furrehs be Humans. Basiclah, dey sorta run da show. Well... so do ponehs... and da sharks.”
Humans. Right, I’ve heard of them before. I’ve never seen one for real, though. All I knew is that they had hands and walked on two legs. From the look of how they walked, they seemed like masters of balance.
Cabbie laughed again, “Ah well, basiclah evrehone runs da show but us Antros.” Cabbie took a turn. “Seez? Now’re in teh Poneh distric, You seez more Ponehs here.”
He was right. Now pretty much everypony here was, well, a pony. Some Pegasi were even flying and cleaning the windows of the skyscrapers. While I was looking around, I felt a little drop on my nose. I looked up and other hit my eye. I quickly pulled in my head out of the window as the rain started to fall. Cabbie cursed (I think, it might have been something normal but sullied by his accent) and closed the window. “Ugh.... ya can’t go a day ‘ere witho’ da sky cryin’ a bit.”
I sighed and thought a bit, relaxing my head on the headrest again. This place was going to be my new home, indefinitely. I wasn’t sure if I could get used to it. It was so large, so busy... so strange.
Cabbie drove me a bit more before pulling over. “‘Ere we ar’, Casa De Oro. Dis friend mus beh pretteh well off.”
What? Vinyl? No way.
My jaw dropped when I looked out the window. It was an absolutely extravagant building, incredibly ornate with lions and tigers adorning its sides in a glittery gold. There was a garden around the walkway to it (which was covered, thankfully) and I think I could see a fountain through the glass doors. A doorstallion seemed to guard the entrance like a sentry.
Cabbie turned and put out his hands. It looked even stranger when it wasn’t on the wheel. “‘Scuz meh, Miss, but da fare is eight infos.” he said.
Ten what? Oh buck oh buck, I forgot to get my money converted! I searched in my bag and looked at what I had... twelve bits. What luck. I had no idea what the exchange rate could be, so I just hooved all of them over. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t get them converted...”
Cabbie laughed again. “Well det’s overpayin’ a tad” He took only ten bits from me, “Close enough, I tink... An’ don’ worreh none, mos’ shops in da Pony Sectah ‘ere take dem bits. Yo’ll beh fine. Good Luck.”
“Thank you.” I said back. I opened the door and pulled my cello and myself out. When I closed the door, Cabbie gave me a wave with his hand and drove off.
My first challenge down, now I just had to go see Vinyl. I walked down the gardened pathway and passed the guard (I guess he’s only there for show. He didn’t even bat an eye at me). When I got through the doors, I saw that the fountain I saw was part of a fill flowing little river in the lobby. Ornate columns seemed to hold the ceiling up and more fine exotic plants were all around it. The whole effect was almost some tropical Atlantis.
I walked to the desk and asked the mare behind it if she could tell me which room was Vinyl Scratch. As the mare looked through a registrar, something dawned on me: What if this was all a joke Vinyl was playing on me? Did I really think she lived on this fancy place? Like, seriously, I shouldn’t have been as gullible as all-
“Excuse me, Miss Scratch, there’s a...” the mare across the desk was talking into a phone. She looked up at me as if waiting for my que.
“Octavia.” I said.
She gave me a look and made a face, “...an Octavia here to see you. Shall I send her up?.... Alright. Thank you.” She put down her phone and cocked her head toward the elevator. “Room 2109.” She didn’t bother looking up at me. Charming. I made my way to the elevator and pushed the button. Once the doors opened, I shoved myself, my bag, and my cello into the small room and pressed “21.”
I’ve been in Archive City for over a month. Vinyl seems to be nocturnal because of her job, and she’s constantly busy. We’ve had a few passing “Hi, bye” moments with the rare conversation, but it’s akin to you seeing that one person who lives down the street from you now and then. You say just enough to acknowledge their existence.
During the first few days, I started to get the feeling that Vinyl wasn’t happy to have me around. When she was here, I tended to stay in my room until she left, and vice versa. Neither of us really wanted to deal with each other.
We used to be such good friends, but that was years ago. She’s really gone up in the world since then, and now she’s accommodating me out of a sense of duty. I’ve dropped myself into Vinyl’s life, and she held her hooves out to catch me just so I wouldn’t go splat on the sidewalk. Nothing more.
I started reading all the classifieds. I didn’t want to be a burden on her, so I needed a job and to could get my own place. All this past month, I’ve been calling and going to auditions for musicians. Apparently, nopony needed a cellist right now. I even went to a few interviews for secretaries. I needed something.
Today, I was sitting at the antique table, my head facedown in the papers. I couldn’t be asked to do another doomed interview.
“May I help you, Miss Melody?”
Vinyl had a butler. A human butler, mind you. When we were young, my family had an army of servants. Now Vinyl has one. The world inverted, I thought to myself
“I’m alright, Max” I replied.
“Very well, Miss Melody.” he said. He cleared his throat, “Miss Scratch asked me to give you a suggestion in your search for a new career.” He cleared his throat again, as if he didn’t want to say it.
“What did she say?”
“I’m sure Miss Scratch was speaking in jest, but she recommended you look into ‘clothing clubs.’”
“What clubs?”
“Well, Miss Melody, humans have establishments known as, er, strip clubs...” Max started to turn red, “A clothing club is, in a way, a reverse version of one.”
“Ah, I see.” I remember now. Clothing clubs were catching on in Equestria. Basically, a pony danced to the music on stage while they dressed up. They were a controversial subject back home.
“As I said, I’m sure Miss Scratch was speaking in jest.”
“Right, right.” I put my head on the table again, “Has Mi- Vinyl said anything else about me?”
“Only to make sure you were accommodated.”
“Ok.” I sighed, “Max, am I looking in the wrong places for jobs? They always seem to be taken by the time I call or they just don’t want me.”
“The important thing, Miss Melody, is that you’re looking.”
“Everyone in Equestria always says that Archive City is full of jobs.”
“Yes, Miss Melody. However, there are many ponies looking for jobs as well.”
I groaned. “Besides the clothing club, are there any places you’d suggest for a musician?”
“Perhaps you can work at one of Miss Scratch’s establishments. She owns several.”
“That would explain how she affords to live in this penthouse.”
“Will you like me to ask her about it, Miss Melody?”
“Er, no. I don’t think I would do well in a place like that. She and I aren’t really... musically compatible,” I paused and added, “if it comes to it, I’ll think about it.”
“Very well, Miss Melody. Do you require anything else?”
“A lemongrass sandwich would be nice.”
“Of course, Miss Melody.” Max hurried off to the kitchen.
Clothing clubs. That was Vinyl’s sense of humor. I remember she used dance at one before she got her first full time job as a DJ. She was desperate in those days, sort of how I feel now. Hopefully, I won’t get as desperate. That certainly would be a fall from grace, Royal Canterlot Philharmonic to Honey’s Clothing Club.
Max came back with my sandwich and some wine “for my troubles.” After my lunch, I laid on the couch to take a nap. I had just started to doze off when the phone rang.
I immediately jerked myself awake and ran to answer it. Unfortunately, Vinyl’s floors were highly polished wood, so I slipped and fell face first on the floor. Luckily, Max was able to answer the phone before the ringer stopped.
“Good Morning. Miss Scratch’s residence.” Max nodded, “Yes, Miss Melody is available... Of course.” Max handed me the phone, “It’s for you, Miss Melody.”
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“Octavia Melody?” said a male voice.
“Yes. Who is this?”
“I understand you are currently searching for a job.”
“That’s correct.”
“I have a position open for a musician. If you’re interested, meet me at the Cafe Luna at two. We can discuss the details there.”
“Excuse me, but what position? May I have your name?”
“We’ll discuss it at the cafe.” He hung up.
I paused for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts from the brief phone call.
“Er, I think I just got a job offer.”
“Splendid, Miss Melody. What position?” said Max in a voice that was calmly enthusiastic.
“He didn’t say.” I looked at the phone again. This seemed pretty fishy, considering the guy on the other line didn’t tell me anything about the job. There were so many things that could go wrong. I’ve heard of ponies getting kidnapped and being sold into slavery in far away lands. I could be walking into a trap.
Though, my common sense was overshadowed by my curiosity, as well as my will get out of Vinyl’s penthouse. Besides, he said he needed a musician, so how bad could the work be?
“Max, do you know where the Cafe Luna is?”
“Yes, Miss Melody.”
“Can you write me up some directions? I’m going for a walk.”
***
Cafe Luna was more or less a hole in the wall. If I wasn’t specifically looking for it, I would have missed it. That’s not to say it was badly kept, but it didn’t stick out much out much.
I entered the cafe. There were a few ponies there, but for the most part it was empty. After a moment of me pondering what to do next, a waitress came up to me.
“Are you Miss Octavia Melody?” she asked. She was a reddish unicorn with a messy mane. Her voice sounded somewhat detached, like her mind was somewhere else.
“Er, yes?”
“Right this way, please.” The waitress walked with me to a table where a green unicorn with a blue mane was sitting, sipping a cup of tea. Before I sat down, I got a glimpse of his cutie mark. A chess rook.
“Thanks, Scarlet,” he said to the waitress as she walked off. He was definitely the guy who was on the phone. We sat in silence for a little while he looked me over. Something in me was terrified, and I sat up straight to try to hide it with confidence.
After what felt like an hour (it was probably two minutes) of tense silence, I finally decided to say something. “You called me about a job opening?” I said, trying not to quiver.
“I did, yes.”
“For a musician?”
“Yes.”
We sat in silence again for a few moments. “So why the secret meeting, if it’s just a musician’s job?”
The unicorn took sip of tea. “Playing music is just a part of it. There’s another aspect to the job that I need you to do. What instrument do you play?”
“Cello. I played in the RCP.”
He pondered this for a moment, “You’ll be fine.” He took sip, “There’s a prestigious club in the Pony Sector known as Quinto Imperio. Its clientele are some of the city’s most influential ponies. They are in need of musical talent.” He took another sip, “The pay is around 3,000 infos a month, which is around 3,800 bits. However, I will be paying you an extra 1,500 infos a month for the other aspect.”
“What’s the other aspect of the job?” I said. Originally, I wanted to bolt out of there, but 3,800 bits a month plus the extra money wasn’t small change. That was more than I was making while with the RCP.
In the middle of that train of thought, something else occurred to me. “How did you know about me? I just came to Archive City about a month ago...”
“You filled out the immigration application. I was able to look you up in the Equestrian database from there.”
Oh, right, the application. It was a surprisingly short piece of paper that just asked for a name, special talent, and a few other administrative stuff. They also took your portrait as well as a picture of your cutie mark.
He continued, “As for that other aspect, I need you to give me information on the patrons of the club. What they talking about, what their plans are, anything that might be interesting or useful.”
“Isn’t that illegal?” I said.
“I think that’s the wrong question. A better one would have been ‘Isn’t that immoral?’”
“Is it?”
He took a sip, “That depends on who you ask. The fact is that you will be compensated for your information, and this is one of the better job offers you’re going to get in this city.” He put down his cup and waved over the waitress. “You’re allowed to say no.” He added.
I thought about it. Almost all the ads I was looking at were for around 2,000 infos a month, so this was way better. That said, listening in? I’m a musician, not some sort of spy. My common sense was screaming that this was a bad idea.
“Tell you what,” The unicorn said as he paid for his tea, “I’ll show you the place, and you can decide from there.”
I suppose that wasn’t a bad idea. It would give me some time to think it over. “Alright. I’ll take a look.” I sad.
He nodded, and we got up to get going.
“By the way I didn’t get your name.” I said as he opened the cafe door.
Quinto Imperio wasn’t labeled. There were no signs and no indication it might actually exist. There was just a door. It wasn’t even a nice looking door.
Rook knocked. Nopony answered. He sighed and tried again, hitting the door harder. Eventually, somepony opened the door a crack.
“Go away, we’re closed.” said the sleepy voice.
“I need to speak with Herder. Is he in?” Rook asked.
The sleepy voice groaned, and closed the door to undo the lock. When he opened it again, I realized he was a bat pony, which explained why he was sleepy. The door opener yawned and went down the short hall to open another door. “He’s in the back room.”
Rook and I walked down the hall and into a dark room. My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet, but I could make out the outlines of a bar and stage. The bat pony opened the door to another room, this one well lit, and showed us in. The room was tastefully plain, with a fancy table in the middle. A fat earth pony (who I assume was Herder) was sitting at the table, counting money.
Rook cleared his throat, and Herder looked up. “Whaddya want?” he said.
“I understand you’re looking for a musician.” Rook nodded at me, “This is Octavia. She’s was a former cellist for the the Royal Canterlot Philharmonic, and I think she’d be a welcome addition to your establishment.”
“I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout that.” Herder went back to counting his money. “You’re that fella that works for See-Ess, ain’t ya? Whaddya playin’ at?”
“I’m simply helping a member of the community” Rook said, “And it’d be in your best interests to do so as well.”
“Well, there’s gonna be an audition-”
“No auditions.” Rook interrupted, “She was in the RCP. That’s a good enough indicator that she knows how to play,” Rook smiled, “Besides, I don’t think you the time for that, and she’s not going to have any competition.”
Herder was quiet for almost a minute. He then sighed, “Fine, you win, bozo.” He took a good look at me, “You talk at all, missy?”
“I - I... Yes?” I stammered.
“So you wanna work here?”
“I, uh... I hear this is a very distinguished place,” I managed to say.
“Course it is, but tha’s not what I asked you. Do you wanna play cello for my stuck up patrons? Gimme a straight answer, sweetheart.”
“I...” I looked at Rook. I suddenly realized that Rook had planned for this. He didn’t take me here to give me more time to think, but rather to force me into a decision. He was probably pressed for time and needed to find someone before Herder did.
Honestly, I have no reason to complain. I get to play cello for a discerning crowd, and I’ll actually get paid decently for it. Honestly, I think that’s a pretty good deal. So what if I have to “spy” on some of the guests? I doubt I’m going to hear anything more groundbreaking than some gossip on who’s sleeping with who. Honestly, if Rook is going to pay me to tell him that sort of stuff, then more power to him.
“I ain’t got all day, missy.”
It was now or never, and I had to make my decision. “Yes,” I said.
Herder nodded and looked back at his money. “2,000 infos a month good enough for you, missy?”
“4,000” said Rook.
“Hey, let the mare talk.” Herder looked back at me, “2,000 infos a month?”
I stood speechless again. I didn’t know how to negotiate. By the sound of it, 2,000 infos was around 2,500 Equestrian bits. In Canterlot, that was barely a livable salary. The number Rook tossed out was higher than what he told me at the cafe. This was probably all part of the game.
Next to me, Rook cleared his throat, tapped his hoof three times, then scraped his hoof across the floor.
I took a stab at it, “3,500 infos would be better,” I said.
“You damn professional musicians. There’re street furries who play music just as good for a few pennies.”
“Yeah, but you’d never hire them,” Rook said, “It would ruin your image.”
Herder grumbled to himself, then looked straight at me, “3,000 infos a month. I ain’t going any higher. If that’s not good enough for you, get outta here.”
I quickly glanced at Rook, who nodded. “Alright.” I said, “I’ll take it.”
“Good, ‘s ‘bout time.” Herder stacked the money and put it in a metal box, “You start working tomorrow night at 6:30. Not tonight ‘cause you’ll look like shit with no sleep. Get a nice black dress you can play cello in. Somthin’ classy that shows off your cutie mark.”
Tried to hold back my smile, “Thank you so much. I won’t let you dow-”
“Yeah yeah. Now get outta here.”
***
Rook and I walked out of Quinto Imperio, and the bat pony slammed the door after us. If I hadn’t just been given a job, I would have thought we were kicked out.
“Well...” I said, as Rook and I walked back to the cafe, “Herder seems... nice.”
“Don’t lie to me. It just wastes my time.” Rook replied dryly.
“Right, right, sorry,” I said quickly.
“If you can’t be trusted to tell me the truth, I’ll find someone else.”
“Sorry!”
“Yeah.” Rook cleared his throat, “I have an appointment, so i’ll be quick. My deal with you is confidential, so I want you to be quiet about it. Every week, starting from the day after tomorrow at 4 PM, you’ll meet me at cafe luna to tell me what you’ve heard.”
“What if I haven’t heard anything?”
“Then it’ll be a quiet meeting. Besides, there will always be something.” Rook started to walk off.
“How will I know what to hear for!?” I said loudly.
Rook kept walking.
***
I got back to Casa de Oro sometime past 4. When I opened the door, I smelled cooking.
“Ah, Miss Melody.” said Max, closing the door behind me and helping me wipe my hooves, “We’ll be having dinner shortly. Please wash up.”
“Dinner? It’s not that late.”
“Yes Miss Melody, but Miss Scratch wishes to wake up early and has requested a sit down dinner with you.”
I sat at the table for about a few minutes before Vinyl came to the table. By the looks of it, she just got out of bed. Her mane was a mess, eyes red, and I could smell her morning breath. She looked almost hungover.
“Good mor- afternoon.” I said, remembering the time. “Did you sleep well?”
Vinyl gave me the shut-up-until-I’ve-had-my-coffee look.
Max quickly came by her side. “Miss Scratch, your breakfast is on the way. What beans would you like for your coffee? Chiropteran?”
“Are you trying to kill me, Max?” She mumbled, “Too strong...”
“Yes, Miss Scratch, but if I may take the liberty, you’re in no shape to greet your guest.”
Vinyl groaned, “Yeah. Fine... Chiropteran.”
“Excellent choice, Miss Scratch.” Max rushed back to the kitchen.
“Piece of work, he is.” Vinyl said.
“Uh, yes, he is.” There was an awkward pause. “Human, of course.” I added.
“mhm. Once you get a human butler you can’t go back.”
“Hands?”
“Yep. Crazy useful things. Like paws with fleshy claws.”
“I wonder how they got them.”
“Apparently they had to peel bananas in a past life.”
“I see. They peel the bananas?”
“The skin is too tough for them.”
“Huh, I see.” Well, she and I were making small talk. That was a start.
Max brought me a simple plate of lemongrass pasta and gave Vinyl her coffee and a fancy breakfast platter with scrambled eggs, toast, several fruits, and pancakes. She also had him peel a banana for me.
“Full of potassium, Miss Melody.” He said as he put the skinned banana on the end of my plate.
“Do ponies need potassium?” I asked.
“I imagine so, Miss Melody.”
Vinyl used her magic to pick up a syrup bottle and started to pour it on her pancakes, “Have you found a job yet? I’m sure I can find a position for you at one of my clubs if you haven’t.”
“Is this the clothing club thing that Max told me about?”
Vinyl smirked, ‘Well, normally I could use more mares for that, but recently I noticed there’s an untapped market for male clothing clubs.” She took a bite of her pancake, “Anyway, you’d probably be a barmaid or maybe someone in management.”
“Ah, I’m not sure if that’s my calling.” I said, trying some of the pasta. It was average.
“Octy, I know you’re all stuck up and shit, but here, ponies can’t just do their special talent.” She sipped her coffee, “This isn’t Equestria.”
“Don’t I know it. Anyway, thanks for the offer, but I just got a job playing cello.”
“Really? That fast?”
“I suppose so. I start tomorrow night.”
“Wow, I guess we’ll both be nocturnal then.” She ate some scrambled eggs, “That was really damn fast of you.”
“Fast? It took me a month!”
“Well, in Equestria that might be a long time, normally it can take half a year to find a decent place to work here.” She sipped her coffee again, “Seriously, that was quick. What is it, you working for See-ess?”
“What is that? I keep hearing ponies say it.”
“It’s what everyone calls the government of Archive City. It stands for Central Sector. Sometimes they like to recruit ponies soon after they get here before they put down roots.”
CS. So that’s what Herder was talking about. Rook must work for the government. He also told me to quiet about it.
“Oh, I see. No, it was nothing like that.” I took another bite of the average pasta, “I’m playing cello at a fancy nightclub.”
“Which one?”
“Quinto Imperio.”
Vinyl paused mid-bite, and put down her fork. “What? How the... how’ve you even heard of it?”
“I, uh...”
“That’s a place where politicians and department workers go. It’s supposed to be private... How did you get a job there?”
“Somepony mentioned they had a position open, and... well...”
“How did you even find it?”
“Well, I... was given directions.” I said. Yes, that sounded plausible.
Vinyl started to look suspicious, “Right. Of course. From who?”
“Oh, some guy at a cafe.”
“Uh huh.” She nodded, “And that didn’t seem odd to you?”
“Should it?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Vinyl got up, “Well, anyway, congrats on finding somewhere to work. You’re still welcome to crash here for now, given the real estate market in the city, but you’re going to help out with the rent.”