The Sun Sets

"You juss want to seduce me. Using danger like that. Won work. I don't trust you just ignoring lightning, you placed it there." A tiny light shines from inside Emerald's tent as it solidifies, sealing her inside after her accusation. "I'm safe from your... wily ways."

(Using Immobile, use #2 of the day.)

"I would have thrown it out the nearest window but that might cause it to burst into more lightning," said Dodger. "So ultimately there's nothing I could have done that ends in both of us safe and you not assuming I intend to take advantage of you."

SE:
Back to the lab, then. You have a clear shot back, but as you approach the door, the group of patients you left behind again pick up on your presence. The large Stallion is not among them, though, nor is he laying where you left him. You manage to slip inside the lab before they begin to come after you.

The lab is fairly comprehensive, and along the wall is a chemical lab station, complete with reference materials, microscopes, centrifuges, and other chemical apparati.


HS:
Has gone to bed.

ET, D:
Conversing.

JS, SS:
Waiting downstairs.

Bronymous wrote:SE:
Back to the lab, then. You have a clear shot back, but as you approach the door, the group of patients you left behind again pick up on your presence. The large Stallion is not among them, though, nor is he laying where you left him. You manage to slip inside the lab before they begin to come after you.

The lab is fairly comprehensive, and along the wall is a chemical lab station, complete with reference materials, microscopes, centrifuges, and other chemical apparati.

Storm rubs his hooves together. "Okay, lets see about this vial." He begins preparing specimen slides by taking tiny amounts of the liquid from the vial and squeezing them onto the slides. He then mixes various other liquids like blood, cholera, bile, etc*. onto the slides and while leaving one as a control. He then puts the slides under a microscopes and takes notes on what he observes.

OOC:*Hope you find this humourous.

OOC:Healing(10) + FK(Potions)(5)
Roll(1d20)+15:
4,+15
Total:19
That could've gone better. Situational bonus for describing in detail what Storm's doing? Also equipment bonus for the lab I'm in.

OOC: Don't suppose I could use my Magic Point to help Storm? ...Didn't think so.

Emerald scoffs. Somewhere deep down she knows that overenchanting this blanket will cut off air flow as it seals her inside, making talking probably not the best idea, but there was 10 minutes of air in it, easily. And if there wasn't, she'd just fall unconscious, the spell would soon break, and air would be able to pass through the blanket again anyways, reviving her. Magic always had these considerations, just they were usually less deliberately thought out when more in one's proper faculties.

She really wanted to put the lightning thing down the griffon's throat and then freeze that there. Then wipe his memory of her doing it. So he chokes to death or rips apart his throat with lightning and never knows why it happens in the brief bit of life left, robbing his death of meaning to himself, feeling like meeting a cold and pointless end.

Deep breaths. Calm breaths. Ocean breeze. That's the alcohol thinking there. Luckily, alcohol thinks; pixie dust does. Emerald shudders at the accidental recollection.

"I may be ssupid but I'm not drunk. Wait... Reverse those. You merely think of tryn' one thing an give up. Either you're lying or you're a pretty... You're not pretty. A weak pretty stallion. Yer selling yourself as short as a pegasus' attention span." The hidden green unicorn manages to slur out (pun intended) before falling into a still silence.

Even a gentlecolt's patience can run short. The fact that Dodger wasn't getting as much sleep as normal wasn't helping, so finally, he snapped.

"Oh for Luna's sake!" he shouted, his natural Canterlot accent coming through.

Dodger didn't have a good feeling about the device. Well, no one would, it shot lightning. But he wasn't quite sure what it was or how to handle it - it could explode violently if he were to tamper with it. But it didn't seem to be doing much now, so he thought perhaps somepony smarter than he could deal with it.

But, seeing as the inebriated mare hiding beneath the covers didn't seem willing to let it go, then the best thing to do is get rid of the thing entirely. Opening the door, Dodger grabbed the device, went over to the nearest window, opened the window, and chucked it as far as he could before closing the window and the door.

It was then that he realized that, for a moment, he dropped his fake Neighagra accent. Well, the mare was drunk. She probably wouldn't notice. Probably.

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Stunts Check: 1d20 (14) + 6 = 20.
Acrobatics, if applicable, would be 27 on that same roll.

ET, D:
Dodger tosses the small device out the window. He is rewarded with a small clinking noise as it hits the ground (It does not, obviously, manage to hit any of the departed gang, who exited the other direction). From where you're standing, it doesn't seem to have broken. Emerald, despite her drunken musings, does not begin to run out of air, as the blanket she put the spell on is not airtight. It does do a decent job of shielding you from the sunlight still sifting stubbornly through the window.

SE:
15+3=18
The test is, in theory, solid, but you quickly begin to find flaws in your plan. The first becomes obvious immediately; the clinic doesn't keep a supply of bodily fluids on hand. Within the lab, you manage to find a few samples from patients. Many of them are listed as taken from those who are suffering from the mystery illness. There are also other samples, consisting of varying... substances, but as a medical professional, you have no problem testing them as well.
Over the course of your tests, another problem becomes apparent. You have no idea what the mystery liquid is supposed to be or do. Instead of reacting definitively with a single other fluid, it reacts nominally with all of them. Most notably, it seems to discolor and coagulate the blood from an infected patient, while causing healthy blood to thin, and then boil. Though, whether it is reacting to the toxin itself, or just because the two blood samples are different, is debatable.

NOTE: To all waking players, you are now TIRED. You will suffer a -2 to all skill checks until you go to bed.

Emerald doesn't hear the clink, but did hear the window open and can piece one and two together. She stubbornly maintains her mattress-fort is airtight mentally, that nopony could possibly get in, not even one made of clouds or air. "See? Gone. You juss needed a push. Doesn mean I trust you. Don't try anything. I'm watching you."

She then promptly falls back asleep.

Dodger slumps onto the floor and sighs. He was used to long, odd hours, but never this much in one day. The construction jobs had taken a lot out of him - and while it wasn't work he was used to, it was good work, legal work, work that helped ponies and didn't hurt anypony... Well, anypony who knew what they were doing and/or stayed out of the way. The thought of nodding off was tempting, but it was his job to watch over her. Maybe he could spare a moment and report to the nurse downstairs.

Dodger went down the stairs.

"She's sleeping now," reported Dodger.

Star nodded contentedly, albeit while yawning. "Good. She should be fine for now, but when she wakes up she'll probably be both in pain and hung over. I should also... I think I'm gonna... I should probably... sleep..." She then fell over, asleep.

Jaquir was tired. It had been a long day, and his body count was up again. He trudged upstairs to his room, wedged a chair under his door in case the gang came back, and hung his cloak over the curtains to block the light from the sun which still shone. He was asleep quickly, but slept in short bursts, constantly exhibiting the instincts which had kept him alive in the wilds for years.

Dodger yawned and went to sleep as well.

Storm yawned. Its wasn't the first time he burned the midnight oil, and it probably wouldn't be the last. After writing down his findings, he tapped his chin and tried to consider what other approaches he could try. Maybe an arcane scan? Granted he was no unicorn, but he had studied some of the basics. Maybe it would yield some clues. Storm closed his eyes, and recalled some focusing equations. When he opened them, the world had a slightly redish tinge. He turned to the vial...

OOC:Arcane Check(7) + FK(5) to the contents of the vial. Trying to get a feel for the properties of the liquid. Is it a curative? Poison? Something else?
Roll(1d20)+12:
18,+12
Total:30
-2 for tiredness. Not bad, on the other hoof.

Arcana- 28
Judging from the effects it has on the healthy blood, you can guess that it is not restorative or beneficial in nature. Your knack for medicine tells you that it is highly likely to involve magical ingredients, rather than mundane chemical mixtures, a scent of burned leaves giving away natural ingredients. This potion may just be what your looking for, but the answer of whether it is really Blue Moon, or something else entirely, remains elusive.

Looking around, there isn't really much else you can do here. At this point you'd need a medicine man or an alchemist to tell you more. Science can only do so much with the unscientific.
Perception: 16+7-2= 23
You are suddenly aware of how quiet it is. No sounds of wandering patients come from the hallway. A small clock nearby points out the time: 4AM.

You are now EXHAUSTED. You will suffer a -6 to all skill checks until you go to bed.

Bronymous wrote:Arcana- 28
Judging from the effects it has on the healthy blood, you can guess that it is not restorative or beneficial in nature. Your knack for medicine tells you that it is highly likely to involve magical ingredients, rather than mundane chemical mixtures, a scent of burned leaves giving away natural ingredients. This potion may just be what your looking for, but the answer of whether it is really Blue Moon, or something else entirely, remains elusive.

Looking around, there isn't really much else you can do here. At this point you'd need a medicine man or an alchemist to tell you more. Science can only do so much with the unscientific.
Perception: 16+7-2= 23
You are suddenly aware of how quiet it is. No sounds of wandering patients come from the hallway. A small clock nearby points out the time: 4AM.

You are now EXHAUSTED. You will suffer a -6 to all skill checks until you go to bed.

"Wow. Time really flies." Storm yawns his N'th yawns in few hours. "Really quiet out there." Storm goes out and checks the hallways.

The hallway is... empty. Creepy, but passing a few windows you see that the ponies had at least enough coherence to find beds to sleep in. Most of them, anyway. The rest have curled up on chairs and the floor, keeping close to their invalid bretheren. One or two, however, seem to have less gone to bed and more collapsed. They appear to be the same as the pony you left in the cafeteria- unconscious, blued, and Cutie Marks absent.

Bronymous wrote:The hallway is... empty. Creepy, but passing a few windows you see that the ponies had at least enough coherence to find beds to sleep in. Most of them, anyway. The rest have curled up on chairs and the floor, keeping close to their invalid bretheren. One or two, however, seem to have less gone to bed and more collapsed. They appear to be the same as the pony you left in the cafeteria- unconscious, blued, and Cutie Marks absent.

Storm heads back to the lab. "I should find a bed myself." He stows away the vial and heads back to security room where he entered.

The security room is quiet as well. There is one security guard dozing in a chair by the door, but you manage not to wake him when you come in. It appears the rest of the staff has either gone home, or found better sleeping arrangements elsewhere in the clinic. You remember that there were several unoccupied rooms on the second floor, and you could look for a bed there, or just get to your own bed in town.

Storm heads up to the second floor to find a bed.

Storm retraces his path upstairs, ducks into the nearest empty room, and finally retires for the night.

The sun continues to shine, high in the sky.

End Day 1
Congratulations, you have completed a session. Not all sessions will be a single day- they may be a week or more, or just a few hours, depending on the gravity of what has been accomplished. For now, all per-session and daily powers and talents are reset, as are magic points.

Day Two
Star, who had fallen asleep downstairs, was the first to awake to the commotion. The Bartender stood in the middle of the destroyed bar, speaking with a group of other ponies. Their words were hushed, but were growing louder as they began to argue. Star recognizes one of the other ponies in the group as she shakes herself awake: Figure Head, who looks rather upset. There is another red stallion, the one arguing the most with the Bartender, and the rest of the group look to be standing around, waiting for instructions.
Dodger, Emerald, Smokes and Jaquir, all of which had found beds upstairs, all begin to awake to the ever-increasing noise of a commotion downstairs. The clocks in their rooms all read 10:15, all except the one in Jaquir's room, which read 6:01. Emerald, as she wakes, instantly feels the familiar sensation of physical regret of the last night's activities. As she wakes a bit more, she begins to remember what precisely had happened to her. The pain in her leg had returned, now accompanied by the pain in her head. However, it does seem less intense now, and the headache isn't as bad as others she's had.
(Emerald is now suffering from a mild hangover, and suffers a -1 penalty to all checks.)

Storm is awoken by somepony shaking him. A nurse stands above him, looking slightly panicky. "Wake up, please, we need help, wake up!"

Bronymous wrote:

Storm is awoken by somepony shaking him. A nurse stands above him, looking slightly panicky. "Wake up, please, we need help, wake up!"

"Bwuh?" Storm shakes his head trying to clear it. "Whats happening?"

Holy Smokes gets up, gets dressed, and heads downstairs to see what's going on.

Dodger slowly gets up, having been given a rude awakening by the arguing ponies, rubs his eyes, and looks around at the various ponies, trying to figure out what's the issue here.

Emerald looks out of her den. And moans at the throbs of protest throughout her body.

She hides from the Light of the Inquisition. It was out to get her, she made the princess angry, something...

Wait, no, she was just hungover. 'That's dehydration... Please, please let there be..." Emerald looks around the room for a source of water, be it a skein, sink, glass, vase, anything.