Ponysona 4, the Campaign.

Ramsus wrote:Brash helps Zeela help Brash put the Hippogriff on the board. "To ice cream!" Brash cries out, running the board forward through the doorway.

And Zeela makes sure Redfeather stays on the board as it moved. "Not to fast!!! He might fall off!" She notes.

You all go through the big door and in a flash of bright white and black swirls walk out of the same tv you guys entered from.

"Awesome..." Zeela said seeing reality again, then she realized something. "...oh no..."

"What? Did you leave your purse behind or something?" Brash asked.

"Well... I just realized that... Well... This is just the beginning..." Zeela said with worry. "What if... Well... What happened with Shiro, will end up happening next on a more, personal level, with each of us?"

"But I'm already wearing shades!" Brash retorts.

"Nevermind... I could be just totally crazy right now and thinking up just stuff being worse then it could be." Zeela replied with a sigh. "Regardless let's get Redfeather to the nearest hospital."

Shiro mumbles, "N-no hospital. Just... Let her sleep for tonight."

"Don't worry, just me and Brash will head there... I'm sure you can be fine with Icing and.... And... Ah..." Zeela said trying to recall the Griffon's name.

"George. And would he be a better person to take her? He'd know how to fill out the forms and stuff right? I'm not good at that kind of thing. Also.... ice cream." Brash said.

"Right, Gorge, well if your fine with us taking your flying board away, then I guess we could head off while you and Icing go get some Ice Cream with Shiro." Zeela said with a shrug.

Zeela nods and looks to the Griffon. "Well then let's go?"

streetwise check:

(OOC: Should wait for Doc though.)

George had been hunched on the ground hugging himself but jumped up when talked too.
"Huh!? oh right yes hospital. Let's go."
He helps push the board.

Icing Sugar looks around the area, a bit confused at the sudden change in environment and oddly specific worry from Zeela. "That's a good thing there you''re all doing. C'mon, then. I live at the restaurant, we can get some Topsicles and... What time is it anyways?"

The earth pony shrugs, and supposes he'll see once he exits the area. He hands some chocolates to the ones who are leaving. Not the home brew bombs, just ones from the shop. He gets them in his lunch but never eats them, and manages to accumulate a good deal. So long as it is stored in a dry vacuum, chocolate has about a yearlong shelf life, it has been drummed into the pony long enough to never risk advertising bad food to never let the elements at things which can be sold later. He looks at sleepy Shiro. "I suppose we have a cot too, though contacting the parents might be a better idea.

Doc pseudopolis wrote:George had been hunched on the ground hugging himself but jumped up when talked too.
"Huh!? oh right yes hospital. Let's go."
He helps push the board.

"So... Umm... Gotta ask... What do you think about everything we went through and um, stuff. You think it's over, or just beginning?" Zeela said, not wanting to admit that her voiced fears more came from her own worry about just fearing what would happen if that were to happen to her, given all the stuff she's already gone though. She's really scared of what shameful past events she'd have to be reminded of and be shown to the little group of people she's more or less willing to at least think of as mostly allies if not possible friends... A good step up over last time. Took a making a horrible deal with Taurus Horrors in pony from before she was willing to think of any of her old group, could be friends...

George gives the zebra a glance.
"I...haven't thought much about it. All I know about it is that once we get Dr. Redfeather to the hospital I'm going home, getting some coffee and sitting in front of the...well not the TV until I feel like I can do anything without curling up in a corner."

"Alright then..." Zeela said unsure what to think about that response and after a few silent minutes she asked. "So you really, just don't want to figure out more about what happened with Shiro?"

As Icing, the half sleep-walking Shiro, and Brash walk through the hall, a blue door catches their eyes and they feel drawn to walk in. Shiro actually doing so.


Inside is what appears to be the first class room of an airplane and two ponies are sleeping on some of the seats. Both unicorns, but vastly different Once all three walk in, the two wake up and Arcana, the pony from their dreams, comes in to welcome you all.

"Ugh...Whattime izzit?"
One of the ponies asked as she woke up, blinking and looking around in confusion...This certainly wasn't their bed...She'd thought this place was a dream, but then again...Maybe it was a recursive dream? There were a lot more ponies present than she remembered, and she glanced about at them, nodding as if little was wrong. In her mind, she'd decided that if something -was- wrong, losing her head probably wasn't gonna solve it...And if it was a dream, may as well play along, right? Well, first things first, somepony had to break the ice, may as well be her...So she spoke up, grinning a bit as she did so...
" 'Sup? Welcome to the party, though it looks like the festivities are on hold for a bit," she joked, trying to get at least a chuckle...Though Arcana, at least, didn't look to be in too much of a joking mood.

"I really should have more resistance to these things. Just doing whatever comes to mind is the worst form of life." Icing comments, mind and body somewhat on different wavelengths as he enters the Velvet Room.

Once inside, he gives a small head-bow to Arcana's greeting. "This is terribly rude to say but in light of recent misunderstandings I suppose I should confirm it before anything else: I am not dreaming again, right?"

"You can believe this is a dream if you wish. You'd be wrong though."

At Icing's first comment, Brash looks a little embarrassed and said, "That's a bit harsh."

"So hay, who are you?" Brash asked Arcana.

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Could you provide us with a physical description? I'm sure you probably did before but, I'm lazy and sick right now. (Note: Always lazy.)

"Even if you say so, would a figment of my dreams say otherwise, or be capable of realizing what they were? Or even of realizing at all? Do the shadows of dreams have any true will of their own, provided by the reaches of the mind, or are they just puppets we attach such thoughts and feelings to, like childhood dolls?" the golden unicorn stallion wondered, running a hoof through his black forelock absentmindedly as he pondered what this dream could mean. "I could always ask you to prove that you are real, but then you might only pas because I believe you should. Quite the puzzler."

Arcana releases a lightning bolt and zaps the stallion's muzzle. "Pain means you're not dreaming."
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