Lyra had packed her things in a hurry. She didn't have much to bring, so she was done rather quickly. Bon-Bon, on the other hand, took her sweet time. Sweet being quite literal, as she packed many candies. This made sense — she was a candy maker after all — but that didn't lessen Lyra's anger. Lyra trotted in place impatiently as Bon-Bon grabbed her last few things and packed them in a small truck and met Lyra outside.
"Geez, we're visiting some archives, not moving," Lyra angrily states as she turns around and begins to head off to the train station, Bon-Bon in tow.
"Lyra, I know you. When it comes to researching 'humans,' one minute will become one hour, one hour will become one day, and so on until you either waste away, or somepony intervenes. If need be, I shall be that somepony," Bon-Bon says with a tone of finality. She then eyes Lyra's small sattlebag. "That's all you're bringing? To Canterlot?" Lyra nods.
"I needed some toiletries, obviously, and a few of the books I DID find containing humans to cross reference." Lyra tsks. "You can't cross reference ancient creatures with some hard candies."
"No..." Bon-Bon replies. "But maybe I can use them to cross reference mythological creatures." She responds sarcastically. She knows she's pushing it. She KNOWS how annoyed Lyra gets when any pony, even her, implies humans are mythological beasts of fantasy — as they so obviously are — but she just HAD to push that button. Lyra set it up for her, and Bon Bon was annoyed she had to go through with this. Hey, at least Canterlot looks nice this time of year.
Lyra huffs and they trot in relative silence to the train station, as the only sound that reaches their ears are the clop clop of their hooves striking the ground, and Lyra or Bon-Bon's occasional huff at the other. They had fights every so often, most of them being on this same topic, but they both knew at the end of the day they'll have gotten over it. Still, that did little to abate their anger with each other in the moment.
Upon reaching the station and checking the arrival times, they notice that a train won't be arriving for another thirty minutes. They both sit on a bench, and Lyra immediately adopts her infamous sitting position: she sits with her spine to the back of the bench, her hindlegs hanging off the bench and her forelegs at rest by her side. Bon-Bon always wondered how that could possibly be comfortable to anypony.This position always annoyed Bon-Bon. It was very weird, "Like a human," Lyra would say.
"Humans," Bon-Bon scoffed under her breath. She silently wondered if, in a universe where humans existed, they had myths about earth ponies, or pegasi, or unicorns, or alicorns. Heck, maybe they had myths about minotaurs and phoenixes. But wouldn't that just be impossible.she's just lucky she looks cute like that, however impossible that may be.
Theresa packed her bags quickly. She quickly shoved a few books into her bag, as well as some cryptograms and the like. She silently picks up lucky necklace — though she prefers to call it a pendant as it sounds archaic and ominous — and lightly places it around her neck. Her fingers quickly dance over the straps of the bag as it shuts tight. She flips the large strap over her shoulder and runs out of the house.
She arrives at Janet's house at exactly when they planned to meet, but as expected Janet wasn't out. Theresa drummed her foot impatiently on the concrete of the sidewalk as she waited for Janet to finish packing. After a whopping ten minutes, Janet finally comes out toting a large purple duffel bag. Theresa crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot as Janet walks over to her. When they meet, Theresa blows some hair out of her face and turns to walk to the airport, Janet in tow.
"The apocalypse is coming. No need to pack anything really." Theresa scoffs.
"Really now? I notice your bag has things in it." Janet retorts snappily, eying the large black satchel hanging at her side. The satchel was packed lightly, lightly enough where it was impossible to see what was inside, other then a few bits of paper sticking out here or there.
"Uh-huh." Theresa responds, still looking forward. "Are you trying to stop the apocalypse with me?" She sasses, never once turning back around. Theresa hears some silence from behind her, as the only sound made was the slap of soles on concrete.
"No..." Janet responds angrily after some pause.
"Then you don't need anything. When you wanna help me save the world, then come talk to me." Theresa can practically hear Janet fuming behind her, but doesn't care. She doesn't have the time to explain her position to skeptics. They walk in relative silence to the airport. After buying tickets and getting held up at security for almost an hour, they finally reach the terminal.
"Geez, that took forever!" Theresa groans as they sit down in some chairs as they wait to board. Janet looks at her in disbelief and anger.
"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't have tried to sneak a KNIFE ONBOARD!" She snaps. Theresa glares at her.
"Excuse me for being prepared to save the world. I will help save alo-"
"NO, YOU WON'T!" Janet interrupts. Theresa stares in shock at Janet. She was used to Janet being upset, but this... "YOU WON'T SAVE THE WORLD!! YOU'RE JUST A LUNATIC WITH A HERO COMPLEX!!" Hot tears boil up into Theresa's eyes. "YOU TRIED TO BRING A KNIFE, A FUCKING KNIFE, THROUGH AIRPORT SECURITY!!" Theresa blinks back some tears and buries her head in her lap. Janet sighs in anger and sits back, looking up to the sky and closing her eyes.
"Apocalypse my ass..." she mutters. Janet then looks back to Theresa to see her body shaking with what she can only presume to be silent sobs. Janet resolve cracks. Oh my... that was far too out of line... I'll wait a bit for us both to calm down — so it doesn't become heated — and then apologize to her.