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Group Precipitation - FanOfMostEverything



Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.

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Dream Engine, by Sudrian Engineer

An orange-skinned teenage unicorn aspect carried his laptop down the halls of CHS, glad the universal goddess had agreed to at least hear out his the request. Once in the agreed-upon meeting room, he set up his laptop and waited. At the appointed time, Sunset appeared in a flash and nodded to him.

“Thank you for agreeing to this, Sunset. As promised, I will not try and beg if you say no,” the teen said, pressing a key on his laptop to pull up his presentation.

“Sure, Rusty,” Sunset began. “Not many people ask as respectfully you did. They tack on a bunch of titles I didn't ask for, sure, but they still shout demands at the heavens until I say something.”

Rusty nodded and began the presentation, the first slide showing an image of a fictional island. “If you would, please close your eyes and picture a land where the sky is so blue…”

Half an hour later, he reached the last slide, depicting a blue, orange, and white flag. He nodded to Sunset, signifying that he was done.

She looked at him with a thoughtful expression before giving a sad smile. “This was a very well put-together proposal, but I think you know the risks and possible consequences of expanding an island. To say nothing of giving locomotives sapience.”

The teen had a sad but understanding look as he nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I kinda figured it was a long shot, but I was always taught that it never hurts to ask.”

Sunset's smile took a turn for the sly. “That being said, I think I can do something you may enjoy almost as much.”


"So then, I—" A chime from Sunset's phone interrupted her. She pulled it out with a scowl. "I swear, if this is Rainbow Dash..." Her expression mellowed as she looked at the screen. "Oh!"

"What is it?" said Twilight, even as she slid closer on Sunset's unpronounceably Scandineighvian couch to look over her shoulder.

"You remember that one guy who actually made an appointment? He sent me a photo."

In the image, Rusty beamed in his massive basement, standing front of a sprawling scale model replica of a fictional railway, a little blue engine visible in the background.

Author's Note:

Ask (respectfully) and ye shall receive (within reason.)

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