Adventures in Saint-Trotez - On Set (Episodes 3 - 6)

Golden Wall looks up from his documents to listen to you...

Golden Wall brings to box to him and attempts to open it. "It's locked," comments the captain...

Golden Wall passes the box back, which you then open. You feel the prick on your hoof once more, and the box opens, although there is no flash this time. You show the inside of the box, and Golden Wall looks in, but then asks "Where is this inscription?"

Golden Wall raises a hoof to his head and thinks. "It might be worth a shot. It might be best if you keep a hold of it until then, as you can open it."

Aces, you hand in the papers in and install the device with ease...

(I've already said your bonuses)

Necrar, Splash Control bids you adieu, and you spend the rest of the night doing whatever it is non-evil spirits of darkness with a puppy does during the night. Later in the week you start your job, which goes very smoothly and you get to walk Scruff while you do it. By the end of the next week you've moved into the small bungalow, and while that doesn't really mean much to you, Scruff likes it very much...

Snipe, you spend the rest of the night doing not much. At one point Struck collapses into a mush of shadow and scrap and your shadow coat vanishes, which does worry you, although they do repair themselves. The next night the whispers apologise for that, although do not say what happened...

Bonuses for Snipe:

Storm, you return to your apartment. Over the next bunch of days, you try to show the box to others, and while anypony who tries to open to box feels a prick, no one is able to open the box, nor do they see the engraving...

Sparks, after your eventful trip, you return to Saint-Trotez safe and sound. A few days later, Varesh, who is feeling much better, rewards you with some power for your loyalty...

Bonus for Sparks:

While you five didn't spend most of the night together, your friendship feels stronger then ever...

(Remember, you all gain 500 Gold for Combat Items, a new Combat Trait, and that Boon you selected. Post what you take in the OOC..)

(Episode End)

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It's been more than two weeks since the Storm Day. In fact, it's less than a month until Snipe's birthday, and as the sun begins to set as many ponies start to wake up, it seems tonight will be a regular night...

Aces, you wake up to the sound of knocking at your door...

Snipe, you wake up to the sound of Signal Look calling you down...

(Also, decide if you have your coat activated or not...)

Necrar, you wake up to the sound of... actually, no, you don't sleep. You did your job this morning, and decided to pop a visit to Storm and Sparks, who are currently standing on guard outside Town Hall. You share a pleasant chat when you all spot an unusual sight on the other side of the street. It looks like a old wooden barrel waddling on its own accord, with no pony around...

Sparks says what probably is on everypony's mind. "What in the world is that?!" He then cautiously steps towards it while examining it.

Roll:

Snipe, having only just woken up and deciding that the shadow coat wasn't worth it today and grabs a bag, having practiced with turning the shadows on and off over the last few weeks was helpful. The sniper flies down to meet Signal Look fully armed-or hoofed- and dangerous. "Whazzup?" The colt visibly looked tired too, bags under his eyes and a bit discheveled miscounting for the coat color being back to his normal creamsicle.

"Well, while not the strangest thing I've seen, it is still pretty strange. Even if it's just moving by itself." Necrar says, approaching it.

t"roll"olol:

Aces slowly creaks his way out of bed as the knocking continues, incessant. "Alrigh', alrigh', keep your hooves on," he mumbles, as if anypony could hear that. With trained speed he moves his eyepatch from his nightstand to his left eye...socket, one supposes. Placing on his artifical leg is a much slower process, thanks to Aces' trained methodology, so Aces forgoes it momentarily for the sake of quitting that knocking. "I'm coming," the gambler calls, leaning on his cane as he peers through the peephole on his door.

LoganAura wrote:Snipe, having only just woken up and deciding that the shadow coat wasn't worth it today and grabs a bag, having practiced with turning the shadows on and off over the last few weeks was helpful. The sniper flies down to meet Signal Look fully armed-or hoofed- and dangerous. "Whazzup?" The colt visibly looked tired too, bags under his eyes and a bit discheveled miscounting for the coat color being back to his normal creamsicle.

"Well, it's a good evening tonight," replies your mentor, "I figured we could do some target practice while the streets are empty."

AProcrastinatingWriter wrote:Aces slowly creaks his way out of bed as the knocking continues, incessant. "Alrigh', alrigh', keep your hooves on," he mumbles, as if anypony could hear that. With trained speed he moves his eyepatch from his nightstand to his left eye...socket, one supposes. Placing on his artifical leg is a much slower process, thanks to Aces' trained methodology, so Aces forgoes it momentarily for the sake of quitting that knocking. "I'm coming," the gambler calls, leaning on his cane as he peers through the peephole on his door.

Through the peephole, you see a griffin waiting for you to answer. He looks like a mailpony (or, rather, mailbird), but dressed in a very snazzy black and green instead of the colours you'd usually find mailponies wearing, and his saddlebag looks very well made as well...

Colter Bolt wrote:

t"roll"olol:

tygerburningbright wrote:

Roll:

Fury of the Tempest wrote:

Perception:

As you guys begin to talk about and approach the barrel, it stops moving. Necrar isn't able to notice anything of worth, while Sparks can tell that the barrel is upside-down. Storm notices this as well, but also hears some breathing coming from within...

Snipe yawns, fiddling and moving his rifle under his wing as he rubs his eyes. "Oh, thatzit? I do it even when ponies are around 'specially when up here. Not sure why an empty night is any spe-" Snipe blinks, shaking his head and looking at Signal look, slightly cocked head. "Wait, you said 'We' didn't you? Either that means you're going to be my paintball gun target and help me practice against moving ones... Or you want to shoot?"

Aces opens the door, wearing his biggest grin. "Yes?" he asks, maybe just a shade ingenuous.

LoganAura wrote:Snipe yawns, fiddling and moving his rifle under his wing as he rubs his eyes. "Oh, thatzit? I do it even when ponies are around 'specially when up here. Not sure why an empty night is any spe-" Snipe blinks, shaking his head and looking at Signal look, slightly cocked head. "Wait, you said 'We' didn't you? Either that means you're going to be my paintball gun target and help me practice against moving ones... Or you want to shoot?"

Signal Look chuckles. "That last idea is tempting, but no. Can't a pony spend time with his favourite student?"

AProcrastinatingWriter wrote:Aces opens the door, wearing his biggest grin. "Yes?" he asks, maybe just a shade ingenuous.

"Hello," greets the griffin, who you can tell after giving you a quick glance is trying to focus on your face and not your missing leg. "I've got a package for a Mister Aces High."

Fury of the Tempest wrote:

Persuasion:

"Nothing here," replies the barrel, "Just normal barrel. Pony should go away now." This is followed by a muffled hushing sound...

Sparks stares at Storm Blade for a moment. "Have you been hit in the head a few too many times recently...?" It takes Sparks a moment to catch on to what he thinks Storm Blade is saying. "It's just a barrel. Now we shouldn't just let it sit around here where some old pony could just trip over it. Right?"