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// Tachyon Approach, by FoME 
// Story: Group Precipitation 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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Adagio Dazzle had been many things over the centuries, but after the first few rounds with Mr. Discord, she found herself hesitating to add lab assistant to the list. Not least because, by right of seniority, it meant Sonata could give her orders.

"Just wear the goggles, Adagio. For your own sake." Sonata was already wearing a pair of the absurd things, big, bulky, and with black and white spirals on the lenses like an old mesmerist's hypnotic disc.

She could give orders, but that didn't mean Adagio had to obey them. "No. Even putting aside what the strap will do to my hair, I bet those monstrosities don't even do anything besides make us look ridiculous."

Mr. Discord poked his head through the wall of the NAHTI. There was no hole, just his neck phasing through the drywall, ringed by an eerie radiance. He too wore a pair of the goggles, the spirals in his pair slowly rotating. "That is merely a side benefit, Ms. Dazzle. I really must insist you follow proper safety procedures." His hand popped out of the wall as well, tapping a sign that Adagio knew hadn't been there before.

"'Caution: Retroactive Materials,'" she read tonelessly. "'You may have already been contaminated.' Cute. Especially the little backwards-bending arrow. But I have been holding on to every shred of dignity I could ever since those six blasted ponies tricked us into this world, and I don't intend on giving up any if I don't have to."

Sonata cleared her throat. "Um, Adagio? It was only two ponies who tricked us into this world."

There was a lengthy pause. A very confused tumbleweed bounced down the hallway. Finally, Adagio snatched the goggles out of Sonata's hands and snarled out, "Aria never hears about this."

"What a coincidence," observed Mr. Discord. "That's very nearly what she said last week."