//------------------------------// // Keep Partying Hard WITH A VENGEANCE!!! // Story: Wake up. See this. What do? - Part 2: Raise the Flag (comment driven story) // by RazortheAwesome //------------------------------// Hmm, interesting turns of events so let's see... Risen Flag, turn off the Dinosaur, turn off the Dinosaur, that's an order. Moreover, change the music over to something a bit more tolerable and more akin to the tastes in music that you find preferable. Try THIS: Meanwhile, in a corner of the room... Roseluck: OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH! ???: I said relax, not cause a goddamn scene. RL: Sorry, it's just that...WOW!!! You are gorgeous! ???: *deadpan* Lily: *stumbles over to the corner* Hey guys, how's it hangin'?! RL: Not now! Busy! ???: Darling you're drooling (Roseluck snaps back to wipe it away) and you have a little bit of PD on your noise. LY: Ah shit! (Hastily brushes it off) I don't think that I've ever met you before, Mister? ???: Draft. Line Draft. LY: I'm Lily and I must say that you are one handsome looking stallion, Mister Draft. RL: MINE!!!! LY: *Eyes go wide and slowly fades back into the dancing crowd of ponies behind her* Oooookay. LD: Roseluck...Choking...ME! RL: *leaps off of him* Sorry. Wait, you said that your name was...Line Draft? LD: Yes. RL: *begins to leave* LD: Where are you going? RL: Thought you were somepony else *moping as she walks away* LD: Wait. *reaches into his front breast pocket* Does this help at all in the matters. *holds up a pocket watch with an engraved cover, consisting of only four letters* RL: D. X. I. V. OH MY GODS YOU'RE HERE! LD: *throws a hoof over her mouth* Keep down, will you, the others will here you. RL: But you're here and in pony form. YOU. IN. PONY. FORM. Line Draft looked into her eyes and saw that look, the look he saw a few times before in the eyes of others, a look that screamed, well this. 7:53 in that video. WARNING: NOT SAFE FOR WORK. HEADPHONES ADVISED. RL: YOU. IN. HANDSOME. DELICIOUS. F**KABLE. PONY. FORM. LD: *slap* Bring yourself together, Rose. I mean for the love of the gods, this is a party, not a Roman orgy in the marble bathhouses. RL: Sorry. Risen Flag: Excuse, me but I was making my rounds to say hello and noticed that I had forgotten you two. RL: Eeep! RF: Allow me to introduce myself, I am Risen Flag, Senator of Canterlot and you are? RL: Rose Luck. RF: Enchante, mon cheri. *kisses her hoof* RL: *recoils nearer to Line Draft* RF: *inner monologue: That's odd, she doesn't seem to be falling for the charm incantation I placed over myself. Ah well, could be a glitch, after all those spells are always a bit wonky * And you are Mister? LD: Please to meet you, Flag, hope you guess my name. RF: *chill runs down his spine* Oh shit. Oh, by the way, all of the attempts to attack Risen Flag, HA! Pinkie Pie Party Round 2 Second Song Hip To Be Square by Huey Lewis and the News Risen Flagg's entrance into the party went unnoticed by none. Well, none except for a certain beige mare with a red mane who was SO INFATUATED with the pegasus stallion standing in front of her that she couldn't give any less of a crap about Risen Flagg. "OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH-" Roseluck kept repeating in glee as if she were somehow channeling both Pinkie Pie at the same time. "I said relax, not cause a Celestia damn scene," the pegasus interrupted Roseluck, which caused Roseluck to shake her head a little to clear her head. "Sorry, it's just that..." Roseluck said while trying and failing to hide the incredibly large and still growing blush on her cheeks. "WOW!!! You are gorgeous." The pegasus only responded to her with an extremely deadpan look, which was impressive even by normal deadpan look standards. "Hey guys," Lily suddenly said as she stumbled seemingly out of nowhere into the corner where Roseluck and the pegasus stallion were standing. "How's it hanging." "Not now! Busy!" Roseluck responded rather quickly without even looking at Daisy. The width of her pupils by this point were threatening to tear right through her iris and into the rest of her eyes. "Darling, you're drooling," the pegasus said to Roseluck, at which point she immediately snapped back to reality and realized that not only had she been standing there staring at him like a horny schoolfilly for several minutes (or was it several seconds, either way it doesn't matter), but that she was in fact drooling. Quickly she wiped it away while silently cursing herself for letting him see that. "And you have a little bit of Pegasus Dust on your nose." The pegasus then said to Lily, at which point her pupils did the exact opposite of what Roseluck's did. -Some undesignated amount of minutes earlier in one of the bathrooms- It was a little known fact of Ponyville that Sugarcube Corner had not two, but three bathrooms. One was label for colts, one for fillies, and the third was.... strangely unlabeled. Nopony to this day knew exactly who it was supposed to be for, and most just ignored it unless it was an emergency. Even Mr. and Mrs. Cake didn't know who the third bathroom was supposed to be for or why it was even there, as according to them it was just there when they bought the building. Then there was the broom closet, but that was just a broom closet, so it wasn't really worth talking about. Anyway, in one of the three bathrooms, Lily had just finished snorting a line of pegasus dust off of one of the sinks. "I don't know Bob," Lily said as she turned around to face a stallion that was in the bathroom with her. "I'm not feeling nothing yet, are you absolutely sure that-" "NO!" The stallion with a dark grey coat and an orange, almost copperish mane with what seemed like an electrical sign for a cutie mark, apparently named Bob, said to Lily as he suddenly got so close to her he was in danger of occupying the same space as her and blowing a hold in the universe. Also their eyeballs may have been touching. "Because you see.... I'M TRIPPING BALLS RIGHT NOW!!!" "It would seem that I am tripping too," another mare said immediately after Bob had spoken. "OH CELESTIA I'M TRIPPING BALLS!" Another mare shouted. "I'm not even know what I'm supposed to be doing," Lily said, confused as all tartarus. "Oh no, now I'm tripping balls!" Another stallion in the bathroom with them all said. "Dude I'm tripping balls!" One stallion said to another next to him who looked just like him. "Dude I'm tripping balls!" The other stallion said to his apparent twin. "I'M TRIPPING BALLS!!!" One more, strangely androgynous pony said as he/she grasped his head with his hooves. "Well I feel fine," Lily said right as it suddenly hit her. "Oh, there it goes." "ALL RIGHT!" The second mare to announce that she was tripping balls suddenly shouted while waving her hooves around. "We've been here for minutes and we all know that ponies have certain needs. Men, mares, masculinely feminine one, we're gonna have to have an orgy." At that, everypony in the bathroom just stared at her with the most perfect poker faces that anypony who happened to be tripping balls could put on. "Right he-" Bob almost asked before the crazy mare cut him off. "NO!" She shouted. "This is a Pinkie Pie Party, and we all know what happened the last time that happened at a Pinkie Pie Party!" At that, everypony shuddered at the though, even Lily. "So-" one of the twins was about to say before the crazy mare cut him off again. "MY HOUSE!!! And that is the last Code MENT reference I am going to make in this story. The author said to himself as he wrote the last part of his flashback. -And back to Roseluck- "Ah, shit!" Lily cursed to herself as she hastily brushed off the pegasus dust still on her nose. Once she was done, she looked back at the pegasus stallion that Roseluck was eyeing. "I don't think I've ever met you before Mr.-" "Draft," The pegasus stallion greeted her. "Line Draft." Roseluck practically swooned the moment his name hit her ears. "I'm Lily, and I must say," Lily replied to Line Draft while not so subtly giving him the bedroom eyes. "That you are one handsome looking stallion, Mr. Draft." "MINE!!!" Roseluck shouted as loud as she physically could as she literally leapt onto Line Draft and threw her fore-hooves around his neck. Lily could only stand still dumbfounded as her eyes went wide. "Yo Lily, you coming!?" Another mare shouted at her from somewhere in the crowd. Neither Roseluck nor Line Draft really cared to look. Lily just ignored them. "Oooooooooookay," Lily said as she slowly backed away from Roseluck and Line Draft and back into the sea of ponies where her friends were waiting for her. "Roseluck...." Line Draft barely managed to say. "Choking..... Me......" "Ah!" Roseluck yelped as she jumped off of him, her face as red as her hair. "Sorry. Wait, you said your name was Line Draft?" "Yes," Line Draft replied. "Oh," Roseluck said as the cheerful look drained from her face like a water bottle with a hole in it. Slowly, she turned away from the corner and began to walk away. "Where are you going?" Line Draft asked, sounding a little bit worried. "Thought you were somepony else," Roseluck replied to him as she walked away moping back into the sea of ponies. "Wait!" Line Draft called out as he ran after her and caught her left hoof in his own. Still moping, Roseluck stopped and turned to look back at him. "Does this help at all in the matters?" Line Draft said to her as he reached into his breast coat pocket and pulled out a pocket watch with an engraved cover consisting of only four letters. D X I V. "D. X, I, V..." Roseluck read to herself as the color slowly, and then instantly returned to her face. "OH MY CELESTIA YOU'RE HERE!" "Keep down, will you!" Line Draft said as he threw a hoof over her mouth. "The others will hear you." "Sorry," Roseluck said again after Line Draft had removed his hoof from her mouth. "But... you're here, and...." she paused for a quick moment to look up and down Line Draft again. "In pony form. YOU. IN. PONY. FORM." She stopped talking right then, but the look in her eyes told Line Draft pretty much everything he needed to know, as it was a look he'd seen on others. It was a look that screamed that she wanted to taste his spotted dick. To butter his crumpets, bang his mash, climb his apples and pears, spread his marmite, minister his silly walk, and vinegar his chips. Put it simply, she wanted to fck him. "YOU. IN. HANDSOME. DELICIOUS. FKABLE. PONY. FORM." Roseluck continued, only to receive a slap across the face from Line Draft. "Pull yourself together, Rose," Line Draft said to her. "I mean, for the love of the gods, this is a party, not a Roman orgy in a marble bathhouse." "Sorry," Roseluck said again as she held up a hoof to try and hide the fact that her face now matched her mane. It didn't do any good. "Excuse me," another voice from the sea of ponies suddenly said to them. "I was making my rounds to say hello and noticed that I had almost forgotten you two." Both Roseluck and Line Draft turned to see that the owner of the voice was none other than Risen Flagg himself. "Eeep!" Roseluck couldn't help but let out. "Allow me to introduce myself," Risen Flagg said to them. "I am Risen Flagg, Senator of Canterlot, and you are." "Roseluck," Roseluck replied with some hesitance in her voice as she held out her hoof. "Enchante, mon cheri," Risen said to her as he took her hoof and kissed it, which made Roseluck recoil nearer to Line Draft. The pony that was with Risen, a blue pony with a silver mane, shot Roseluck a strange look, but Roseluck for the most part ignored it. "And you are Mister..." Flagg said as he turned his attention to Line Draft. "Pleased to meet you, Flagg," Line Draft said to him as he held out a hoof, the look on his face taking a more sinister appearance. "Hope you guess my name." The exact mircosecond those words hit his ears, Flag's eyes suddenly shrank to the size that Lily's were for a moment, but only for a moment before they returned to normal, and a smirk crept across his face. Likewise with Line Draft as Risen Flagg took his hoof. -The party- GF: That's him. That's the great evil this place is facing! Bones: Uh-huh. When did you get into my scotch. Speaking of which, I suddenly feel like there's someone breaking into my liquor cabinet. Spock: Doctor, I doubt your assessment of both your liquor cabinet and the Ensign's mental faculties are true. I sense... something from that pony, and it is not benign in it's disposition. Kirk*walking over* So, why'd the party stop then? GF: *points out Risen* Kirk: *obviously drunk by now* I'm going to have a word with him. He interrupted me while I was in the middle of wooing a couple of fine ladies over there. *points sloppily at a purple mare with a berry cutie mark, and a light blue pegasus whose cutie mark was hidden* Spock: Captain, I highly advise against this action, as you are obviously impaired by the amount of alcohol you have consumed. Bones: You're smashed, Jim! We don't want to start any brawls in our own welcoming party, for Christssake! Kirk: Shut up, both of you. That's... that's an ord- or- order! Bones: Jim- Kirk*already walking away* Bones: JIM! Get back here! *stage whispering* Damnit. *silent for a moment* Where'd Gordon go? GF*sneaking up behind Risen*: Almost there.... Kirk: YOU! Yes YOU! *pointing at Risen* I was in the middle of making myself acquainted with the lovely women in this town, and you come barging in all high-and-mighty, interrupting my- *hic* -charms. I want an apology out of you, mister! GF: *internal monologue* HA! Finally a break. Alright, here we go.... *raises crowbar and smacks Risen as hard as he can, leaving a good dent in the crowbar* Risen:*turning around to look at Gordon* May I help you?!?! GF: *gulps audibly while hiding the obvious crowbar behind his back* -Elsewhere- Elsewhere in the sea of ponies, the Star Trek away team had just regrouped after Zecora and Spock had successfully managed to pull Gordon Freebrony away from Jason Morgan. "Fcking damnit Spock," Gordon Freebrony practically shouted under his breath as Spock and Zecora dragged him back to rejoin the group. "What'd you do that for?" "Mr. Spock," Kirk interjected. "Would you mind explaining to me what was happening?" "Captain," Spock replied in his usual deadpan voice. "Mr. Freebrony was in the process of revealing our presence to the human present at this party." "I was trying to tell him that we were here to help him," Gordon chimed in, but was ignored but Kirk and Spock. "Such an action would have jeopardized our mission, thus I saw it necessary to take action," Spock continued. "What," Gordon said once Spock had finished. "So we can break the prime directive for one pony but not for the human we're trying to save?" "The circumstances behind this event and the events prior to tonight are vastly different, Mr. Freebrony," Spock said without once breaking his monotone demeanor. "Not only that but the manner in which you would have revealed ourselves to said human was unprofessional and, if I may say so, unwise." Gordon practically growled at Spock in response. "I see," Kirk said as all of that sank in. "While I do appreciate your efforts, Mr. Freebrony, I do believe that Mr. Spock is right. Thi-" "Oh like you could have done better, Captain," Gordon shot back at him when suddenly, a look of confusion hit his face. "Speaking of which, where were you?" Before Kirk could even open his mouth to respond, Bones beat him to the punch. "Well, Captain Hormones here was in the middle of 'doing what he always does'," Bones stated with obvious emphasis on that last part. "with one of the equines present at this party before I got to him." At that, the obvious anger and frustration that was present in Gordon's voice and face before immediately dropped and was replaced by something that pretty much screamed 'WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN!' The look on Spock's face hadn't changed at all, but the look in his eyes might as well have said everything. Zecora just looked confused. "You were...." Gordon finally let out after a few moments. "About too..." "Yes," Kirk replied with a completely straight face. "With a-" Gordon was about to say but Kirk beat him to the punch, again. "Yes," Kirk replied, again with a straight face. Gordon didn't say anything in response at first, though his left eye started twitching manically for a bit. Zecora just looked between them for a second. She wanted to say something, but at the same time, had no idea what. "Gordon..." Bones said to Gordon. After another moment, Gordon let out a groan for a bit and rolled his head round. "Sorry I think I almost had an aneurysm there," Gordon said, much to Kirk's dismay. "Sir you do realize tha-" Gordon Freebrony was about to say more before he looked over and saw Risen Flagg in the crowd of ponies. The very sight of him caused a chill to run down his spine. "That's him! Gordon practically shouted in a sudden change of topics. "That's the great evil this place is facing!" "Uh huh..." Dr. McCoy let out. "When did you get into my scotch? Speaking of which, why do I suddenly feel like somebody's breaking into my liquor cabinet?" "Doctor," Spock interjected. "I doubt your assessment of both your liquor cabinet and the Ensign's mental faculties are true. I sense... something from that pony, and it is not benign in it's disposition." "I see..." Kirk said, adjusting himself a little. "In that case, I'm going to have a word with-." Before he could even finish that sentence, the sound of something beeping caught them all off guard. It was a sound they were familiar with, but not one these ponies would have heard. It was the sound of Kirk's communicator going off. Immediately, as soon as the noise hit their ears, all of their attention was on Kirk, who immediately rushed towards the front door of the party and went outside. "Jim," Bones said as he tried to go after him, but he was already long gone. "Damnit!" He said as he turned back around to face the others, but something was wrong. "Where'd Gordon go?" -Elsewhere Elsewhere- Risen Flagg was still busy making his rounds introducing himself and mingling with all the ponies that he could. His attention was so focused on them that he did not notice the orange pony behind him. "Almost there..." Gordon Freebrony silently said to himself as he got out his crowbar. 'Thank god they let me bring this.' he thought to himself. Suddenly, in front of him, Risen Flagg had stopped to talk to another pony. "HA! Finally a break. Alright, here we go...." Gordon silently again said to himself as he raised his crowbar, ready to smack Risen in the head with it as hard as he could, which would have probably left a dent in the crowbar, when suddenly, Risen Flagg turned around to face him. "May I help you?" Risen Flagg said to him. Gordon Freebrony didn't say anything as he quickly hid the crowbar behind his back. Risen Flagg however, kept staring at him. "I don't believe we've met, are you a citizen of Ponyville?" At that, Gordon gulped loudly. "Yes," was all that Gordon could say, albeit nervously. "Oh, well in that case," Risen Flagg said as he held out his hoof. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Risen Flagg, Senator of Canterlot." Gordon just stood there staring at Risen's hoof, then back to his face, then back to the hoof, then back to his face, then back to the hoof. He was... truly at a loss for what to say... or do. Sidestory: "WARNING. LONG PIECE WITH ENCOUNTER OF DOCTOR WHO." +Ponyville, Sugercube Corner+ The buffalo suddenly got dragged by Pinkie... and then got paired with that unbearable stallion! At first, she became angry, but then she started to be apprehensive when she noticed, through her gadget sunglasses, she saw how distorted Kirk's figure was. In fact, it appeared taller than it should be. The sunglasses was a multi tool made for every Operative. It monitors the users status, lock on magic signatures and pin point it, set locations and objectives, and detect certain things that can't be seen by the naked eye, or make it easier to see. It detects magic, frequency waves, and even the status and details of Kirk's bruises! It can also see through illusions if she switches her vision on her HUD. She didn't get a chance to do so when Kirk's friend pulled him away. She was going to follow when, suddenly, Risen appeared. Everything stopped. The human in the room stared with an expression fear. Fear? She glanced at Risen and he made a small speech about the party. Questions formulated, and she wondered about the meaning of the Directors tone of the politician. Little Strongheart found herself staring at Risen for way too long. Shaking her head, she realized how familiar the sensation she had while doing so. She shivered, not wanting to think about it, and continued her search for the Doctor when Risen finished and the party started to get a little chatty. It was for a few minutes, swaying through the crowds, avoiding the tables with groups of ponies and running foals, and sticking her neck out until her HUD starts to light up bright lime on a pony at the far side, drinking on some punch. Walking up there, she found a brown-tan stallion with a darker mane and an hour glass as a cutiemark. She found their pony. LS: Excuse me. ???: Hmm? LS: Do you happen to be "the Doctor"? ???: Doctor? The buffalo noticed the confusion in his face, and it slowly turned into a scowl. Something isn't right. LS: Yes, are you not him? ???: How many times do I have to tell every pony?! My name is Time Turner and I work a clockwork shop! I'm not some crazy time traveling lunatic who rides in a blue box! Several groups of ponies looked at their direction. LS: I-I, uhm... TT: *sigh* Sorry for blowing my fuse, but I guess you heard the rumors going around town. Jeez, you came for a day and you've already heard... LS: *disturbed at the looks around them until it stopped* I'm sorry for being insensitive, Mister Turner. I think I had you wrong... In more ways than one. TT: It's alright. I should've gotten used to this anyways. LS: I'll be going on with the party. Bye. TT: Later. Strongheart sighed, shook her head, and went to find Braeburn. Meanwhile, at the other end of the party, Braeburn took a small break by taking a cup of punch. Somepony approached him. ???: What's with the sunglasses? BB: 'Cause Ah feel like it. Makes me look like one of them super secret agents from the theaters. Another white lie. Better keep them coming. He turned to face a walled-eyed mare; a Pegasus, a grey coat and a blond mane. She looked around her surroundings. ???: You looked like you're looking for somepony. BB: Naw. Ahm just takin' in the sights, and the food. *takes a bite out of a cupcake.* ???: Yep, Pinkie's pastries are sure popular, especially after the "Baked Bads". *shivers* Might be easier to look around without the those glasses though. Braeburn stared at her with his green vision for a moment, and then laughed. BB: Heh, ah guess your right. Name's Braeburn Apple. Derpy Hooves: Ditzy Doo, but my friends call me Derpy. BB: To be honest, yeah, ah am lookin' for some pony. Tryin' to deliver a letter for a friend. DH: Why didn't you use the mail service? BB: Would take too long and Ah don't trust Ponyville for that matter. When ah thought some of mah cousin's forgot to write some letters, ah found out they got lost up in Cloudsdale! The last time was with mah cuz, Applejack. DH: Oh.*Whistles inoccently* I might know whoever you're looking for. Can you tell me what he looks like? BB: Ah can show you. *take out picture* DH: Time Turner? BB: That was his name? Ah was the under the impression "The Doctor" doesn't have a name. Told me it was just The Doctor. DH: *blinks and stares into him intently* Can you tell me who sent you? BB: It was a friend of mine. DH: Name? BB: *seeing how scary she is when her eyes started to go straight, he quickly said,* He told me to keep him anonymous, so ah can't say. Silenced followed. It was odd for Braeburn to notice how tense she is when he said, "The Doctor". Intimidated by her, no less! DH: Come with me. He did, and he is led to a dark blue stallion with white accents, eating an English muffin with moist butter on top. Braeburn would've seen that if weren't for the distortion around him. His sunglasses notified him that it detected an unknown illusion with a box. Turning to Blue vision for seeing magic and through illusions, he found himself face to face with the very time pony he was looking for. This is definitely secret mission. Doctor: Derpy! Who's the chap you have beside of you? DH: He was looking for you, Doctor. He seems to know about you. Doctor: Oh? *he turned to BB* He knows me? BB: A-ah have a letter for you. Braeburn handed the Doctor his long-dued mail. The letter that led the two operatives to a wild chase across town for his one pony, and it finally arrived to the recipient. The Doctor looked into his eyes, more particularly his sunglasses. He could faintly notice the blinking lights on it. He beamed. That disturbed Braeburn. Doctor: *He read the letter* Ah! Inter-dimensional beings asking for help! Ironic when I needed some myself. From up there even! How did I not notice? At the that moment, Little Strongheart arrived at the scene. She was about to call for her partner, but she was issued of the distortion. Quickly turning on the blue vision to filter it, her jaw dropped. She jerked her head towards the direction in which she came, and back to the Doctor. LS: B-but how– I was– ... D: I see you have a way to see through my disguise. Had to when I realized I have a pony who looks just like me who lives here. Poor fella. Strongheart took off her sunglasses, put them back on, then took it off, and back on. Every time she sees between The Doctor and his disguise. D: Hmm, there's more here... *Horror and perplexion suddenly etched his face as he spouted one word incredulously* Daleks?! BB: The scary pepper shakers? What about them? -Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere- At first, Little Strongheart was angry that she almost got paired up with that unbearable stallion that was Kirk. She didn't blame Pinkie Pie, not at all, there was no way she could have known, after all, wasn't there an hour ago. She more cursed her luck. She was angry, but suddenly she started to become a little be apprehensive when, through the eyes of her sunglasses, she saw that Kirk's figure was somehow distorted, making him appear much taller than he should have been. Or at least much taller than when she saw him earlier without the sunglasses. The sunglasses were a standard issue, multi use tool that the AIA scientific division had recently developed not even a few months ago. They monitored the users status, and through a series of simple inferences and icons, allowed the wearer to see their own stats in the upper right corner of their vision not to dissimilar from a health bar in a videogame. Or at least it would be to them had ponies even known what videogames even were. Just below the health status was a bar to indicate battery life. Since the sunglasses ran on a magical charge as opposed to electricity, they were not rendered useless when the charge ran out. Instead, they simply needed to be turned off and left alone for a while to recharge. For now though, Little Strongheart's glasses were in the green as far as energy, so she didn't have to worry about that. They could also lock onto to magical signatures and pinpoint the source, which often was the location of the caster, as well as allow the user to see a variety of things that could not be seen with the naked eye, or at least make them easier to see. This also included pinpoints for objectives and set locations put in by either the wearer of the agency. It also allowed her to keep and eye on Braeburn as well, as she could see his glasses through her own. One other thing that the glasses allowed her to see in conjunction with magical signatures was the ability to see through illusions with the touch of a small, easily missable button on the side of the glasses. She didn't get a chance to do this on Kirk before his friend pulled him away, and she didn't see him anywhere afterwards, but there was something that the glasses were picking up. She could feel it. With that in mind, she decided to start with him first. She was about to go look for him when suddenly, she caught sight of Risen Flagg, and everything stopped. His very presence at this party raised all kinds of questions. Her mind raced back to Director Grey Rebl's tone of voice when discussion the senator, part of it stuck with her. She was certainly not prepared for this. She looked over real quick back at the only human at the party, the look and expression on his face was one she could recognize. Fear. The human was somehow afraid of Risen. That, combined with the director's words only raised even more questions about him to Little Strongheart. She looked back at him, but when she did, her glasses did something they've never done before. They went all haywire on him. It was like the glasses were looking at something, but couldn't quite figure out what it was. Like it knew that there was an illusion there, but it couldn't decide if it was an illusion or not, so if kept frantically trying to make up it's mind. At that point, she realized that she had been staring at Risen for longer than she should have, and shook her head a bit to clear up her thoughts. When she was looking at the ground, her glasses suddenly worked just fine again. She shivered for a moment before realizing that she had to get back to her mission. She wasn't just here to have fun after all. With that in mind, she started working her way through the sea of ponies present at the party. For a few minutes it was dodging tables, trying not to bump into anypony, and a few other things before she, and by extension her glasses, caught something. She saw a brown, more chestnut colored pony over at one of the snack tables. His mane and tail were a darker color brown and his cutie mark resembled an hourglass. He also wore a green necktie for some odd reason. Her sunglasses flickered for a moment. It wasn't all that dissimilar from what she saw with Kirk. The pony's figure was somehow distorted, though not nearly as much. It was like the illusion was too powerful for the glasses, but some small.... thing, had gotten through. Since she had nothing else to go on, and this being the first thing she'd seen since Kirk at this party, Little Strongheart made her way over to talk to this pony. "Excuse me," Little Strongheart said as she walked up to the pony, who turned to give her a curious look. "Hmmm..." he said before he fully saw her. "Ah, a buffalo." he said with some excitement. "It's not often that we see a buffalo in our interesting little town, what brings you here?" Little Strongheart, especially after her incident with Kirk, couldn't help but feel a little better after that. "Actually," she said. "I'm looking for somepony." "Oh, really," the chesnut pony responded. "Well, I guess that explains why you're here then. Pinkie Pie does know EVERYPONY in Ponyville after all. So, who are you looking for. If you don't mind me asking. A friend of yours." "No, not particularly," Little Strongheart replied. "I've never met him." "Oh," the chestnut pony responded. "Well who is he then?" "He goes by The Doctor," Little Strongheart said to him. At that, he practically froze for a moment. It was only for a moment, but Little Strongheart could see it. "Well.... um...." the chesnut pony replied. "There aren't that many Doctors here in Ponyville. There's Dr. Heart at the hospital, and there's Dr. Minuette, she's Ponyville's local dentist. Oh, and there's Nurse Redheart. She's not a doctor, but you might wanna talk to her, she'll-" "And you're not a doctor yourself?" Little Strongheart asked. That reaction he gave didn't mean nothing. "Um..... no," he responded. "I work in a clockwork shop. I make and fix watches. I'm not a Doctor, I don't even have a PhD." "Oh," Little Strongheart replied, now a little more curious. "Right, um...." the chestnut pony said. "Sorry I can't really be of much help to you." The chestnut pony said. "Oh, it's quite all right," Little Strongheart said. She could tell he wouldn't tell her anymore than he had already had. "Thank you anyway." "Oh, well you're very welcome," the chestnut pony responded before he went back to his drink. Little Strongheart turned to walk away, but then stopped herself after a moment. "Oh, by the way," she asked. "What's your name?" The chestnut pony looked back at her, a little confused. "Time Turner," he responded. "Time Turner...." Little Strongheart said under her breath. "Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Turner." "You too," Time Turner responded to her as she walked off. Little Strongheart just sighed to herself real quick and smiled before she went off to find Braeburn. She had to tell him about this. Meanwhile, across the party, Braeburn was holding his own cup of punch looking out into the sea of ponies. In this head, his own little theme music kept playing. Off in the distance, he saw his cousin's friend Rainbow Dash talking with a jet black stallion with a purple mane and tail. He couldn't quite tell what they were talking about, but he saw the stallion look at her confused for a moment before she flew away from him. After that he disappeared. Braeburn didn't see him again. "What's with the sunglasses," a sudden, adorable, practically bubbly voice asked him. Braeburn immediately turned his head to see a grey pegasus with a blonde mane and tail staring back at him, or at least one of her eyes was. The other seemed to be looking off somewhere else. "'Cause Ah feel like it," Braeburn responded to her. "Makes me look like one of them super secret agents from the theaters." The grey wall-eyed pony couldn't help but giggle at that. It was another white lie of course. Braeburn had gotten better at telling them since he joined the agency. "You look like you're looking for somepony." the grey pegasus said to him. "Nah, Ahm just takin' in the sights, and the food." Braeburn replied to her as he took a bite out of a cupcake he snagged. Unlike what he told her before, that was actually true. "Yep," the grey pegasus chirped. "Pinkie's pastries are sure popular, especially after the "Baked Bads". *shivers* Might be easier to look around without the those glasses though." Braeburn just stared at her for a moment, the green vision made her look a bit weird. After a moment though, he couldn't help but laugh. "Heh, ah guess your right," Braeburn said as he took them off and put them in his vest pocket before holding his hoof out to the grey pegasus mare. "Name's Braeburn Apple." "Derpy Hooves," the grey pegasus responded to him. "Apple? Are you related to Applejack?" she asked excitedly. "Shore am," Braeburn replied with a gusto. "All the way from AAAAAAAAApaloosa!" Derpy nearly bust out laughing at that. Braeburn did always like doing that. "An' tah be honest, yeah, ah am lookin' for some pony. Tryin' to deliver a letter for a friend." "Why didn't you use the mail service?" Derpy asked after he laughing fit was over. "Would take too long an' sides, give me an excuse to visit mah cousin." Braeburn replied. "Oh," Derpy replied. "Well, I might know who you're looking for. "I work for the mail service here in Ponyville after all." "You do?" Braeburn replied. He honestly wasn't quite sure how he should have felt about that. "Eeyup," Derpy replied with her usual bubbliness. It was only then did Braeburn notice that he cutie mark was of bubbles. "So who is he? Is he a friend of yours?" "Can't say," Braeburn replied. "Ah've never met him mahself. He goes by The Doctor." At that, he saw Derpy's eyes straighten for a moment, but then go back to normal. "Well, there are all kinds of doctors here in Ponyville. Dr. Heart, Dr. Minuette, Dr.-" "That's a lot of doctors," Braeburn interjected before Derpy could finish, which made her giggle a little bit again. Her laugh really was adorable. "Yeah, I guess it is," Derpy said. "Some of them are probably here at this party, so they shouldn't be too hard to find. Good luck finding your pony Mr. Apple." "Thanks," Braeburn replied. "It was nice talkin to yah, Mrs. Hooves." At that, Derpy walked right past him and continued where she was going. Braeburn kept her eyes on her for a moment. There was something about her. "Braeburn!" Little Strongheart said out of nowhere. Braeburn jumped a little as he turned to face her. She practically snuck up on him. -Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere- "The famous Ms. Rarity I presume," Risen Flagg said as he found Rarity in the sea of ponies. "Famous?" Rarity replied, shaken a little bit, in a good way, about the compliment she had just received. "My my, you flatter me Mr. Flagg." "Please, call me Risen," he replied before she could say another word. The way he said that to her... it made her feel.... good. "Um... very well, Risen," Rarity replied, though she seemed unsure of what to say now. "I... I.... You give me too much credit. I-" "Nonsense," Risen Flagg interjected again. "You, the element of generosity, you and your friends have saved this world multiple times. If anything, I think that famous is an understatement." At that, he put his hoof to his chin for a moment. "Legend, seems more fitting." Rarity couldn't help but feel her cheeks catch fire as he said that to her. "My, my Risen," Rarity said to her. "You certainly to know how to compliment a lady." "I do what I can," he replied as casually as ever. "So tell me," Rarity said, he composure regained, somewhat. "What is a Canterlot Senator doing in our quaint little town?" "Well, if you really must know," Risen said to her. "During my campaign for senator I made it a point to visit many of the small towns near to my home city of Canterlot. Unfortunately, due to various circumstances, which I do believe you would find boring, I was unable to make it to Ponyville, something I was not particularly proud of. After all, like you, Ponyville is quite famous you see." Rarity couldn't help but feel herself blush a little bit more, something she tried in vain to hide. "And now that I'm here. I have to say," Risen Flagg said as he looked right into Rarity's eyes. "I deeply regret not coming sooner even more." At this point. Rarity was at a loss for words. What he said to her... about her... really.... she just couldn't take it. She'd heard about how charming Risen Flagg was in the papers, but meeting him in person was a whole other matter altogether. She didn't even mind the fact that Trixie was with him, or the fact that she was giving her a glaring daggers look. It only made her want to try even more. "I see..." Rarity said. "Would you mind if I asked you a question... Risen?" "Oh, not at all, Ms. Rarity," At that, Rarity took a moment to regain her former composure before continuing. It took all of her willpower to keep herself from blushing. "What does a common pony like yourself have to do," as she said this, she slowly started moving closer, much to Trixie's dismay. "To climb the social ladder as far as you have?" Risen Flagg just chuckled to himself at that for a moment. "Do you want to know something Rarity?" Risen Flagg replied as he leaned in closer. Rarity, in response, leaned in closer to him as well. Gently, his hoof caressed her cheek and tossed her mane aside a little so that he could get at her ear. She could feel him, his mouth moving closer to her. It took all of her willpower to keep herself from bursting into flames. "I don't like elitists." At that, all of the willpower it took to keep Rarity from bursting into flames disappeared in an instant. Not because she did, but because she no longer felt the urge to. After Risen Flagg had said those words, he backed away from her again. "Wha.... Wha...." was all Rarity could say. "Rarity Rarity Rarity..." Flagg said in the usual charming voice he did, but something was different this time. "You're practically transparent, I can see right through you." Those words hit Rarity harder than any other he'd said to her so far. "You're clearly from a lower class, midwestern family and you're so ashamed of your heritage that you're doing everything you can to try and distance yourself from it. So much so that you fake that Prench accent that you do and see fit to climb the social ladder any way you can. Let me guess, you see yourself fitting in more in Canterlot than you do here?" Rarity... was silent at that. "I thought so. You would do whatever you could to distance yourself from this town and go to a place where you feel as if you are more wanted. All for the sake of your own selfish desires." At that, the look on his face changed drastically. "I did not through sheer force of will and determination claw my way to the top and become a senator simply for my own selfish needs, and I certainly did not abandon who I was in order to 'fit in' was it were. No, I made Canterlot society my bitch, I bent it over and did what I would to it. You..." he said as he looked right into Rarity's eyes. She was beyond words at this point. "You would let anypony stick whatever he wanted into every hole you have if it meant that you could climb just an inch on the social ladder, and why? Just for your own self interest." Rarity.... she couldn't even think right now. "You are a beautiful mare Ms. Rarity. Kind and generous, befitting of the element you wield, but at heart, you are still an elitist, and I don't associate myself with ponies like that." With those words, Risen Flagg turned and walked away from here. Rarity was to shocked at his words to even pay attention to him. Trixie even threw her a smirk as well, but she ignored it. What he said to her... it.... Also Rarity, you overhear Roseluck loudly going over what she wants to do to this guy and your addiction demands you interfere. Off in the distance, she noticed some other pony talking to another nicely dressed... handsome stallion. It was Roseluck. That mare who ran the flower shop. No.... How could Roseluck get something like that while she was left squandering in the dirt. Brushing back whatever tears she may have had, Rarity did her best not to let Risen's words bother her and regain what was left of her former composure as she made her way towards that.... sexy as all tartarus... stallion.... Oh, and Roseluck too. -Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere- Out in the middle of the sea of ponies, after she was done talking to Jason. Pinkie Pie had saw fit to bounce her way through the crowd of ponies, shaking her rump like a polaroid picture as it were. If she had a polaroid picture, she would probably shake that too. the beat of the music radiated throughout her body as she was just about to let go of the urge NOT to break out into and epic dance as she began humming the tune to the music to herself. "Pssssssst....." Somepony suddenly whispered to her. She knew it was at her, her Pinkie senses told her so. She turned around, and saw nopony. "Pssssttt.... Pinkie Pie." At that, Pinkie Pie turned around again and came face to face with a dark grey, unicorn stallion with a dark brown mane and tail and what looked like a red A in a circle for a cutie mark smiling right at her. Pinkie Pie didn't even need to guess who it was, and the longer she stared at him, her own smile only grew even bigger. "RAZOR BAZER!!!!" Pinkie Pie shouted as she literally glomped Razor and almost tackled him to the floor, but he held his ground. "OH MY-" "SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" the pony avatar of Razor the awesome shushed her as he put a hoof to her mouth. "Not so fcking damned loud," he whispered. "Do you want everypony here to know that I'm here?" "Sorry," Pinkie Pie nervously replied as she got off of him. "It's all right," Razor responded. "They didn't hear your little outburst there, so it's all right. I made sure of that." "Ooooohhh... Okay," Pinkie Pie said. She was silent for only a few more microseconds though before she ran at Razor again and gave him a BIG hug. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh all my goshes I am SO SO SO SO SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO glad that you could make it!" Pinkie Pie 'quietly' shouted at Razor as she hugged him. "You didn't show up last chapter with the other cameos and I know that there were more in this chapter but you still weren't here and I was worried that you-" "Hey, I'm the author remember," Razor said to Pinkie Pie as she kept hugging him, he simply hugged her back. "I can appear whenever I damn well please. And I didn't appear last time cause I knew you were expecting me to. So yes, I was just messing with you." Pinkie Pie couldn't help but laugh at that. After a few more moments of silent hugging, Pinkie Pie let go of Razor Bazer and just looked at him right in his eyes for a moment. "So, um..." Pinkie Pie said, now it was her turn to be a bit nervous. "Since you're here now and all, and the music is still going, wanna dance?" Razor's pony avatar only rubbed the back of his head at that. "Dance?" he said in confusion, or was it indecisiveness... or both. "Um.... I don't know," yeah, it was definitely nervousness. "I really don't dance that much, and I kind of need to get to writing everything that happens in Jason's perspective so- GAH!!!" Before he could even finish, Pinkie Pie grabbed him by both his forehooves and dragged him out to the center of the sea of ponies where the dance floor was. "Do you like Huey Lewis and the News?" Pinkie Pie randomly asked him as they got here, and she made him put his hooves around her, while she put her hooves around him. "Their early work was a little to new wave for my tastes but when sports came out in 83 I really think they came into their own commercially and artistically the whole album has a clear crisp sound and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost he's been compared to Elvis Costello but I think Huey has a far more bitter cynical sense of humor in 87 Huey released this Fore their most accomplished album I think their undisputed masterpiece is Hip to be Square a song so catchy most ponies don't even listen to the lyrics but they should because it's not just a song about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of trends it's-" "Also a personal statement about the band itself," Razor finished for her with a grin on his face. Pinkie Pie couldn't help but smile identically at that, and at that, with the music already kicked in. The two danced. Use whatever your imagination is telling you to picture just how Pinkie Pie and Razor are dancing to this song. -Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere Elsewhere back to Jason's perspective- Well, you're fucked. With a knife. That's strapped to a cactus. That is on fire. And poisoned. You're faced with a choice. YOLO it and walk the dinosaur, just to see Risen's reaction, or attempt to keep close to someone who can protect you. Why isn't Twilight back from Canterlot yet?!?! To Jason: Wait, wait wait!! Jason, you can't do anything to Risen Flagg just yet, you see, you are trapped! By societal convention! Look, you are in a fine party environment. Everyone knows not to throw a scene in a fancy party! That’s right. You’re trapped. Just enjoy the party.............and wait until he walks out of the building and make that ****er implode out of existence Jason, you should remain calm, but careful. Remain on guard. I would say something like, "Be as careful around Risen Flagg as you would a raging lion," but, well, Risen could probably kill every lion in existance easily and in the blink of an eye... So, uhh, treat him like a guy who could kill every lion alive in an instant, I guess. But, yeah... Regardless of the... Outer God hellbent on your death in front of you... stay calm. You won't get anywhere by freaking the hell out, other than weird looks by the ponies. So, yeah, don't freak out. And don't run out, either. You came here expecting him to come here. No point in running now. Besides, to be honest, I doubt you could get away, anyway. So just do the normal careful stuff. Be aware of your surroundings, making sure not to get caught off-guard. Maybe do some latin-y magic to help out with that. Something like, "See without seeing" on Risen Flagg, maybe. Well, that's it. You're done... you're fcked.... With a knife... that's on fire... and attatched to a cactus... and incredibly large cactus... that's poisoned... and explosive. You're trapped in here with him, at this party. You barely manage to keep yourself from falling onto your ass as your legs barely give out. You feel your breath shorten again..... Good god you're having another panic attack aren't you? You take a moment and breathe, just breathe.... You've got to get out of here, but you can't just leave, this is your party after all, and they'd notice if you were gone. 'Fck!' you scream to yourself in your head. You really are trapped here. You take a few moments and just breathe. You don't fall down, they'd surely notice that, and thank God you didn't have a drink or you would have dropped that too. You breathe, and take a moment to try and get yourself calm. Both your inner Batman and Doctor, as well as your inner King Arthur do some quick rationalizing for you. You can't do anything to Risen Flagg here, but neither can he. If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead already. If anything you know about him is true, then he's pretty much a god. So you need to be careful around him, as if he were a lion. A raging lion.... a raging lion that could disintegrate all raging lions as well as regular lions in the world on an instant if he wanted to. So yeah, treat him like that. If he could do that, then he would have done it to you already. He's not here to kill you. At least, not yet. With that in mind, you get yourself calm for a brief moment. Then, you get yourself calmed back down. Okay, in your head you're still freaking out, but it's the best you can do. Still, you're here, at a party. You might as well enjoy it while you can. So with that in mind you head over to the punch bowl to grab some punch. Keep an eye on Flagg. Something is seriously off about that pony, but you can't place it, and you really, really want to confront him about it, but your inner Doctor keeps nagging you not to. Maybe you should go ask what Braeburn and Little Strongheart think of him. As you walk over there, you keep your eye on Risen Flagg, well, the corner of your eye at least. You don't let him out of your sights. Seriously, something is bugging you about him, and your inner Doctor is screaming that the most. The thought occurs to ask either Braeburn or Little Strongheart about him, but you haven't seen either of them since you walked in here. You wonder where they got off too. Jason, suddenly you have the urge to cast a 'true sight' spell… you have the EXTREME URGE, but wether or not you live up to it is up to you (looking at you for this one, Razor-bazor [and yes, I DID just use Pinkie's nicknaming thing on you… this is the only time it will happen, I promise}!]. You do have an urge to do some sort of "True Sight" thing on him with your newly found Latin Powers, but then it dawns on you. You already tried that when he first got here, and it didn't work. So, as powerful as he is, he can get right through your latin powers. You also get the idea to put some sort of mental barrier around yourself, or to try and read his thoughts, but you're thinking those won't work either. You keep contemplating this as you reach the punch bowl. Well, don't let him know that you are on to him. Enjoy the party as if his presence doesn't bother you. If you wanna walk the dinosaur, you can, but only if the song comes on. Also, put up a barrier on your thoughts and mind so that he can't read them. Also try and detect if he is using any form of evil/manipulative magic. Also, at the party, the three of them get separated and now is your chance to get some information. Go after the weak link. The Blue Mare with the silver mane who has really been hitting the hard punch and is a bit tipsy. Just chat with her over the punch bowl and learn about her, give her some info about yourself, but nothing important that can be relayed back to her boss like who your friends are or what your plans are with the mane 6 or your own magic. Then discreetly probe her mind with your powers to see if there is any proof of Risen Flagg's evilness. Maybe a memory of when she lapsed in fear when he was angry. Also, that "Butler" looking pony seems unnatural. Maybe you should use "detect undead" because he is friggin pale. As you turn around to pour yourself some punch, you see Risen Flagg split up from his two friends... associates... whatever they are. The butler one still creeps you out, so you're going to avoid him. Just now it also occurs to you why in the hell Twilight Sparkle isn't back from Canterlot yet. Seriously, where is she? You also see though, that the blue one with the silver mane, she seems kind of lost without Risen. Almost nervous, afraid to talk to anypony. Your inner Batman picks up on this. You wanted information on Risen Flagg before, but nopony knew anything. This pony seems like she could be some kind of odd one out. She'd know something, and with a little prodding, she might just answer a question or two. Or none, but it's better than nothing. Okay, now that you're calm, you've thought of a gameplan. Or at least, one for now. You're going to see if you can talk to her, she what she tells you. With any luck she-. "Jason Morgan I presume," you suddenly hear a VERY familiar voice say. With a speed that could rival the flash, all while not spilling the newly acquired punch cup in your hand, you turn around.... and look right into the face of Risen Flagg... who is standing right in front of you. execute plan : exit stage right, also known as RUN LITTLE MAN, RUN! 'OH SHT OH FCK OH SHT OH FCK OH SHT OH FCK OH SHT OH FCK!!!' You scream repeatedly in your head. You were so mentally focused on your gameplan with Trixie that you lost Risen Flagg for a moment. CRAP! Now he's right here. Talking to you. You've got to get out of here. Fck the party conventions. YOU HAVE GOT TO- "I must apologize for my rudeness when we first met," Risen says to you. "I was not exactly having, as you would call it, a good say, and I was already angry enough when you arrived in Canterlot with Celestia. So I believe I might have given you the wrong impression, and for that I am sorry. Rest assured, I hold no ill will towards you." He says this to you, and the look in his eyes.... you can't quite place it. Though inwardly you're still freaking out. Well, I think it is best to AVOID CONFRONTATION with him at this particular moment. I would furthermore suggest going against your desire to perambulate the prehistoric avian predecessor, or to delay performing such an action for the moment. Instead, why not acquaint yourself with the nice pony who knew about humans? There is a chance that you could become acquaintances or even friends with such a fellow sapient being. (See? I can make serious comments when I want to.) ...Why didn't we think of this before? JASON. Talk to Flagg, make friendly conversation, be so nice to him that it's frankly unnerving... ...And make a mental note to turn yourself into a unicorn at the first opportunity possible. However, as if by some miracle, your rational mind takes over again, probably thanks to your inner Doctor and Batman, and you manage to calm yourself down again. "Don't worry about it," you say as you drink your newly acquired punch. Risen Flagg just smiles at that. "Since we got off on the wrong foot last time," he says. "Perhaps it's in both of our best interests if we got better acquainted." So.... Risen Flagg is right here in front of you, and he wants to talk, TO YOU apparently, and he's not leaving. What do you say to him? What do you ask him? What do you do? -Side Story- -The Dalek Flagship, The Caesar- *Several Dalek drones are patrolling my last known location* Dalek Drone 1:The master is not detected anywhere! Drone 2: We must report this to Dalek Antares! Other Drones: AFFIRMATIVE! Reporting to Antares! ???: GROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH Drones: … Drone 4: What in the name of the Emperor was that? *the following 4 lines are said in unison* Drone 6: It is coming from the left! Drone 5: No, it is coming from in front! Drone 3: No, it is coming from the right! Drone 7: No, it is coming from behind! *momentary silence, as all the Drones turn in their called-out directions, to Drone 2* Drone 2: … I heard the noise from above! *sudden realization* *slowly looks up* ???: REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! *leaps onto Drone 2, and rips its eyestalk out *Unknown creature rolls about on the floor, toying with the eyestalk ad carrying it in one of its multiple mouths, while shaking an arm… located on the tail area…* Drones (barring 2): WHAT IS THAT? Drone 2: MY EYE! AAAAAAGGGHHH! The Auxiliary Generator Room *Several Dalek Drones enter the Auxiliary Generator room patrolling Swimming Dalek's last known location.* Dalek Drone 1:The master is not detected anywhere! Drone 2: We must report this to Dalek Antares! Drone 3: AFFIRMATIVE! Reporting to Antares! ???: GROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH Drones: … Drone 4: What in the name of the Emperor was that? *Suddenly, they all hear noise, as if something is moving around them.* Drone 6: It is coming from the left! Drone 5: No, it is coming from in front! Drone 3: No, it is coming from the right! Drone 7: No, it is coming from behind! *There is momentary silence, as all the Drones turn in their called-out directions, to Drone 2* Drone 2: … I heard the noise from above! *slowly looks up* ???: REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! *leaps onto Drone 2, and rips its eyestalk out *An Unknown creature rolls about on the floor, toying with the eyestalk ad carrying it in one of its multiple mouths, while shaking an arm… located on the tail area…* Remaining Drones: WHAT IS THAT? Drone 2: MY EYE! AAAAAAGGGHHH! -Appaloosa- -The AIA Headquarters- *Grey Rebl ran, not walked, not jogged, or even fast walked, RAN, back to the communications room as quickly as his pony body could take him. If they had established contact with the aliens again, he NEEDED to be there for this. Without slowing down, he rushed into the communications room, right at the screen, and spoke into the coms.* Grey Rebl: This is Director Grey Rebl of the Appaloosa Intelligence Agency. Steve (on the other end): Oh thank fcking Christ you're there! GR: Hacker 1? What's going on up there? What's wrong with our connection? Why isn't it green? Where's Nana? Steve: Do you want the long version or the short? -The Enterprise- -The bridge- Scotty: THAT'S IT! I'M DONE! Sulu, take command. You, get your glorified computer virus here and try to disarm or figure out or... I DON'T CARE! If anyone needs me, I'll be in my quarters, making friends with Bones' scotch and contemplating the mistakes I've made in my life. * a minute of silence passes* RA: So.... you were saying about the spiders? Sulu: Someone please knock him out. And BRP, bring Hugh over here and we'll see about the spiders. Hackers.... keep hacking. The rest of you, your standing orders are unaffected. Watch them like hawks. I need to go calm Scotty down. R.A.: So.... can I play with the exploding robot spiders? Everyone in a 50 meter radius of him: NO! R.A.: Awww... -The Bridge- *Scotty just stands where is his for a few moments before he finally snaps.* Scotty: THAT'S IT! I'M DONE! Sulu, take command. You, get your glorified computer virus here and try to disarm or figure out or... I DON'T CARE! If anyone needs me, I'll be in my quarters, making friends with Bones' scotch and contemplating the mistakes I've made in my life. *a minute of silence passes* Registered Anonymous: So.... can I play with the exploding robot spiders? Everyone in a 50 meter radius of him: NO! RA: Awww... Sulu: Someone please knock him out. And BRP, bring Hugh over here and we'll see about the spiders. Hackers.... keep hacking. The rest of you, your standing orders are unaffected. Watch them like hawks. BRP (on the other end of the coms): I am sorry Sulu, but ... We have come too far to turn back now. I have a theory about those alternate realities by the way. What if realities are just stories? As if a reality is created, not for us to tell OUR stories, but for us to LIVE other people's stories. Like, there is something writing everything that we say or do, and that person is has someone writing for them, and that person has someone writing for them? But, there is no final universe that has the original writer, so someone is being written by people in this universe, and the whole thing is one huge complex web that reaches out to every being in the history of all realities! Hugh (on the other end of the coms): What? That sounds ridiculous. How would it start. Sulu: agreed, also, what do you mean about coming too far to turn back? You two have been running on a treadmill for over two hours now! RA (ignoring them): HA! You think you can just knock me out! You thi- *suddenly a poison dart hits him, but he quickly turns around and grabs it before it can stab him.* HO HA! You think that little dart trick would work on me again. Well, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice *suddenly, another one comes up from behind him and hits him right in the neck, taking him down instantly. Everyone looks towards Doc, whose been silent this whole time.* Doc: What? Who said that only one of us had these little babies. Sulu: Whatever, just keep doing whatever it is your doing? Steve: Oh thank fcking Christ you're there! GR (on the other end, there is a bit of static): Hacker 1? What's going on up there? What's wrong with our connection? Why isn't it green? Where's Nana? Steve: Do you want the long version or the short? Ramirez: BRP, What's your present location? Sulu: Slim, Jim, please tell me you have something. Slim: Well I'm not quite sure, this is- Jim: Hold on, I think I've got something. Slim: Send it to me. *As quickly as they can, they work on it.* Sulu: Is this going to work? Jim: It might..... *A few more moments...* Jim: Almost...... Slim: OKAY, I THINK WE GOT IT, GO NOW! *Sulu and Uhura without asking any questions gets on the coms* Sulu: This is Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu of the USS Enterprise calling Captain Kirk. Captain, do you read me? -The Dalek Flagship, The Caesar- BS: So, multiple realities exist. That's cool. BRP: Apparently. BS: And the technologies from these realities also exist. Nana: It would follow that this would be the case. BRP: Where are you going with this? BS: I want a deck of Captchalogue cards, Strife cards, and Fetch modi to play with. It would make carrying stuff around SO MUCH EASIER! BRP (dramatically...): I am sorry Sulu, but ... We have come too far to turn back now. I have a theory about those alternate realities by the way. What if realities are just stories? As if a reality is created, not for us to tell OUR stories, but for us to LIVE other people's stories. Like, there is something writing everything that we say or do, and that person is has someone writing for them, and that person has someone writing for them? But, there is no final universe that has the original writer, so someone is being written by people in this universe, and the whole thing is one huge complex web that reaches out to every being in the history of all realities! Hugh: What? That sounds ridiculous. How would it start. Sulu: agreed, also, what do you mean about coming too far to turn back? You two have been running on a treadmill for over two hours now! *as soon as Sulu says this, BS looks down* BS: Well, that's embarrassing. *to BRP* And that sounds almost as meta as "I'm so meta, even this acronym." But anyways, do you think we should probably go back, or should we keep soldiering on and try to not end up on treadmills? And WHY ARE THERE TREADMILLS ON A DALEK SHIP???? IT MAKES NO SENSE! BRP: The fuck? How did we miss this? Anyway, we continue, but we can send Hugh through the comms link.to the Enterprise. We still need Nana to fix the internal systems. BS: So it's decided: We'll keep going – *??? attack and subsequent screams* – uh, I mean, look for a weapon to defend ourselves with, keep going back-to-back, and fix the power. Like some sort of terrifying survival horror mission. On a Dalek ship. WELL! *claps hands together once* Let's get going. BRP: Indeed. *they continue onwards* BS: Back to the topic of multiple realities. Are the various escapades of the good Doctor fictional in your reality? Sulu: Is this conversation really necessary? BS: Of course not. I just wanted to know more about the person I'm in a powerless Dalek space ship with while we're in likely-supernaturally mortal peril. Byee! BRP: according to the theory, everything is fictional, and therefore, because everything has the same quality, the difference between fiction and nonfiction doesn't exist, making everything nonfictional. BS: Well yes, from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint everything is a big ball of wibbley wobbley semi-partial-nonreality stuff. But what about from the perspective of whatever reality you came from? *Bronze Statue and BRP keep walking through the hallways.* Bronze Statue: So, multiple realities exist. That's cool. BRP: Apparently. BS: And the technologies from these realities also exist. Nana: It would follow that this would be the case. BRP: Where are you going with this? BS: I want a deck of Captchalogue cards, Strife cards, and Fetch modi to play with. It would make carrying stuff around SO MUCH EASIER! BRP: *groans* I am sorry Sulu, but ... We have come too far to turn back now. I have a theory about those alternate realities by the way. What if realities are just stories? As if a reality is created, not for us to tell OUR stories, but for us to LIVE other people's stories. Like, there is something writing everything that we say or do, and that person is has someone writing for them, and that person has someone writing for them? But, there is no final universe that has the original writer, so someone is being written by people in this universe, and the whole thing is one huge complex web that reaches out to every being in the history of all realities! Hugh: What? That sounds ridiculous. How would it start. Sulu (on the other end of the coms): agreed, also, what do you mean about coming too far to turn back? You two have been running on a treadmill for over two hours now! BS: *looks down* Well, that's embarrassing. *to BRP* And that sounds almost as meta as "I'm so meta, even this acronym." But anyways, do you think we should probably go back, or should we keep soldiering on and try to not end up on treadmills? And WHY ARE THERE TREADMILLS ON A DALEK SHIP???? IT MAKES NO SENSE! BRP: *Ignores BS* I mean we continue, but we can send Hugh through the comms link.to the Enterprise. We still need Nana to fix the internal systems. BS: So it's decided: We'll keep going – *??? attack and subsequent screams* – uh, I mean, look for a weapon to defend ourselves with, keep going back-to-back, and fix the power. Like some sort of terrifying survival horror mission. On a Dalek ship. WELL! *claps hands together once* Let's get going. BRP: Indeed. BS: Yes, but back to the topic of multiple realities. Are the various escapades of the good Doctor fictional in your reality? BRP: Is this conversation really necessary? BS: Of course not. I just wanted to know more about the person I'm in a powerless Dalek space ship with while we're in likely-supernaturally mortal peril. Byee! BRP: Okay.... Well, according to the theory, everything is fictional, and therefore, because everything has the same quality, the difference between fiction and nonfiction doesn't exist, making everything nonfictional. BS: Well yes, from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint everything is a big ball of wibbley wobbley semi-partial-nonreality stuff. But what about from the perspective of whatever reality you came from? Ramirez (on the other end of the coms): BRP, what's your present location? BS: That's what I'd like to know! BUT HE REFUSES TO KEEP TELLING ME! BRP: I keep telling you WE ARE NOT- *They suddenly enter the Auxilery Generator Room* BRP: Oh look, we're here.