Psychoneights

Elacular wrote:

Cardbo wrote:"Cool!"  Dart starts looking through the box to see what he's got.

Just as Jewel said, there are smelling salts and a piece of paper in the tin. Unfolding the paper, you see

...an atrocity. It looks like it was drawn by a geriatric colorblind monkey with the hiccups. Jewel glances down at it, puffing her chest with pride.

"Neat!"

GamerGoddessDin wrote:<(Dart & Cloud & Pyro) Could you meet me by the billboard in the parking lot real quick? I could use some assistance in my Plan B to assist the counselors in convincing that foal with the anti-psionic signs to leave this place and never return. I need someone to make a convincing semblance of a random naturally occuring snowstorm as well as someone to make a sheet of ice at the guy's feet. Then we just have a gust of "wind" give him a little shove and he slides right into the counselor's jurisdiction.>

<(Dart & Cloud) In case it wasn't obvious before: Don't let the target know you're there.>

"Somepony's calling me.  Gotta run, I'll be back!"

Dart heads out and answers the psychic call.

'Grey, I can't actually make a snormstorm, that's a little out of my reach.'

Show's going to start soon, Pyro thought to Magimind. "Would you care to take a stroll with me?" he said outloud.

OOC:

Magimind smiles brightly at Pyro, prompting a few whispers of "Apocalypse" and "what the hell happened to her" among the students. "I would greatly enjoy that, Sargent. Care to escort me?"

With that, she walks over to move alongside him.

GamerGoddessDin wrote:<(Dart) Don't worry that's Cloud's job. You're just making a sheet of ice on the ground so I can push him easier. Though I just realized that with illusions...> <(Dart & Cloud) I just realized we don't even need to have the ice be visible. You can make an illusion of the ground on the ice as it forms can't you Cloud?>

'Oh, okay!'

Dart heads down to the parking lot, leaping over rocks, ducking behind trees and behind bushes to avoid being seen.

Stealth:

"Yes ma'am," Pyro replied, squaring his shoulders in his military fashion as he began walking alongside Magimind. "I need to get to my routine patrol for trespassers and trouble-makers, anyways. Nice to have some extra eyes for once."

((Lies. Guess where we're actually going.))

You rattle some leaves, but you manage to hide just before the unicorn notices you. He looks around, sniffing the air. His pornstache looks especially sinister.

Dart digs underneath the ground and heads to the general direction of the unicorn until he's underneath him.

He sends to Grey. 'I'm in place.'

Only an hour? Passage of time on the psychic plane was going to take some getting used to. Marsh politely smiled at the chef. "Sorry to bug you chef but are there any ways to get some of the cooking pots to use?"

Mess Hall leadup:

Cloud groans at the chef, but rather than question her decision just picks a fish cracker out of her mane and starts nibbling on it.

Mind stuffs leadup:

<(Grey) Just because I'm a pegasus doesn't mean I can make a snowstorm, and I definitely can't make a sheet of ice. Ground cover...maybe. But those other things seem like they're more important for whatever your plan is.>

ZamuelNow wrote:Only an hour?  Passage of time on the psychic plane was going to take some getting used to.  Marsh politely smiled at the chef.  "Sorry to bug you chef but are there any ways to get some of the cooking pots to use?"

Wodka put a hoof to her chin in thought. "Aye, lassie. Ah've got a few that are just collectin' dohst. 'Ere ya go."

She tossed a fairly large, aluminum pot to Marsh.

<(Grey) Well, I don't think I can make a flurry of snow, if that's what you're looking for. A block of ice or making the ground look normal, maybe, but I've never tried a bunch of tiny things together.>

Marsh yelped in surprise and jump to the side when the pot came at her.  This camp just kept getting weirder and weirder.  Politely thanking the chef, she picked up the pot and set out to look for Jewel so she could get a Camper Kit like Featherbow said. Spotting the counselor, Marsh nervously approached, "Um, hello. Mr Featherbow said we need to speak with you about our camp kits?"

Jewel still seems a bit moody from having to clean up puke, but at seeing Marsh she smiled. "Ah, another noob, huh? You little pony hatchlings are adorable. And a lot less bitey than baby dragons. Anyway, here."

She hands you an aluminum tin containing exactly the same stuff as the one Dart got, abomination of latitude and longitude included.

Glancing at the...map...Marsh packed it back up and asked Jewel, "What do I need to do to get started with skimming the algae off the lake?  Also, are there some spots for small campfires?"

Jewel scratched the back of her head thoughtfully. "Well, the pool-skimmer I usually use to clean it off is in my shed, but I know Loften has one in his pagoda out on the lake too. Take your pick I guess. And as for the fires, there's smaller fire pits all over the camp. One by the kiddie cabins, one on the beach, walk long enough and you'll find one I think. I only marked the big one 'cause it's where ol' hotknob did his big speech."

Jewel pressed a claw thoughtfully to her chin before shaking her head. "Well I need most of what I got. I could build you one I figure. I'd say that a simple, little one would cost...twenty five, thirty arrowheads? Somethin' like that. Until then you can borrow my wheelbarrow, but I'll need that back for when I go to the quarry. Plus, you might wanna hose it out first. That workable?"

Marsh sat and thought for a moment, "Um, let me find things first. Don't want to be lost with somepony else's wagon."

"Hey, I'm gonna..." Cloud turns to tell Marsh that she's going elsewhere, only to find that the filly had already gone elsewhere. She pauses for a moment, uttering a quiet, "...yeah...", before silently walking out of the mess hall and gliding to the billboard.

Dart sends to Grey and Cloud 'Let me know when you're ready for me to freeze the gound?'

Dart readies his ice breath to freeze the ground when he gets a response from either Cloud or Grey.

<My first hoof-to-hoof instructor had a phrase,> the Sargeant responded. <When Life gives you lemons, give Life a paper cut and squeeze the lemon on it.>