Psychoneights

OOC:

Everypony is able to notice Grey's voice in their heads and may react to it as they want.

Pyro glanced around, taking in everything, thought and notes flashing through his head instantly. This was nothing new. He hadn't done a crowd this big in a while, but no matter. Everything seemed fine until he noticed a newcomer of unusual size.

Spotting her, he sized her up instantly. An intruder was no laughing matter, even here, and he treated her as a threat. And threatening she could be; her potential energy was enormous, and she seemed exceptionally skilled with TK already. More so than himself, in fact; he could not reasonably expect to overpower that way. Her size, he decided, would be his first advantage; he would have to get physical. No problem; except she could still probably lift him off the ground as soon as blink. Luckily, surprise was his second advantage; he would have to move quickly to capitalize on it.

He didn't mull over this; it flashed through his mind instantly. He continued walking around, dropping an occasional tip or reprimand as appropriate while he subtly prepared a special technique, until she was near by; and then he pounced, planning to pin her to the ground; if he succeeded, he could slap his Ring Of Fire on her, leaving her immobilized...

The Plan:

Dart examines the "ground" and the immediate area.  

Streetsmarts:

He's blindsided as something flies past him.  He whirls around.  "Seargent Pyro?  Grey Matter?"

The hospital-like smell seemed a little odd to Marsh.  It's not what she would consider welcoming to a group looking around.  Though it might be part of how Featherbow's mind worked, like an idea of keeping clean.  While Dart was probably taking things too lightly, there might be a point in the suggestion that an experienced psychic was probably rather resilient to beginners.  And there was the simple fact that she couldn't learn about this by doing nothing.  

Cleanliness...

Taking out one of her vials of algae, she opened it and spilled some on the "floor".  She then began to gently stir the puddle with her hoof.

OOC:

Cloud glides back down toward Marsh, stating, "There's a lot of signs and it's pretty straightforward, so it shouldn't take us long to get out of here." She glances at the puddle of algae, but doesn't ask about it.

Grey Matter is aware of the counsellor's approach, but not nearly soon enough for her to stop him from checking her. Before Pyro can activate his Ring of Fire, however, a massive light pink psychic hoof comes out of seemingly nowhere and gently pulls Pyro away from her. "Now now, Foalies!" The face on the CCTV smiled happily and the voice was sickeningly sweet. "Fighting isn't nice, so nobody does it in Featherbow's funland."

OOC 1:

As Marsh spills her algae and begins to help it grow, a similar psychic hoof very gently pushes you away from it and cleans up the mess. "Foalies! Remember not to litter! Somepony could slip on the things you drop and die! Plus, if you don't give a hoot, whoooo will?"

OOC 2:

Hear what Sarg Pyro heard:

What that giant hoof was.:

Dart, had a plan, a dirty, dirty plan.  Using Mind Trick he creates the sound of foals crying from several random places around the area.  He then tries to burrow through the carpet and hopefully beyond, striking the earth with his claws.

Mind Trick:

Can you dig?:

Pyro couldn't help but notice several nearby foals staring uncomfortably. "STOP STANDING THERE GAWKING! Like you've never seen the Hoof of God! Off with you!"

Intimidate:

"Not you!" He snapped at this "Grey Matter". "Just what are you doing, sneaking around a camp full of Psychics!? Did you really think nobody would mind if you just waltzed in like you own the place!"

And you! Featherbow! Why does nobody want to let me in on things!? You all know I don't have Telepathy down yet, someone has to tell me these things!

So Featherbow seemed to be constantly watching them or at least ready to react to certain things.  'Slip and die' seemed to be an odd choice of words.  Marsh absentmindedly licked the algae off her hoof as she thought.  Pyro's command snapped her out of it and she motioned for Cloud to follow her.  "Come on, I want to try to talk to Mr. Featherbow before we start exploring."  Walking over to one of the CCTVs, Marsh waved a hoof in the air.  "Mr. Featherbow, why does your brain smell weird?  I guess it's supposed to make everything seem clean but...it's not helping.  Something more natural would help everypony feel a bit more comfortable."

Meta:

Cloud trots after Marsh without a word, and watches the CCTV to see if Featherbow responds directly or if these are just generic/prerecorded messages.

Meta:

At the sound of Pyro's yelling, all the campers who were still around very quickly dispersed, save for a few younger ones who began crying. Featherbow's face on the CCTV flipped back and forth, looking at the actual sobbing foals and searching for the source of Dart's Mind Trick. "Um, um, it's okay! It's okay Foalies, don't cry! I'm not god-PYRO! Um, you can look if you want to!"

Meanwhile, Dart tore very easily into the ground, quickly getting past the carpet and into a strange white pillowy substance full of fluff, foam and feathers. Placed at semi-random intervals on the plush floor beneath the carpet were crayon drawings as well as a few odd, colorful, two dimensional flowers that were slightly translucent and looked strikingly similar to the one Featherbow keeps in his mane. At any rate, you could tear through this floor pretty easily, but you'd have to come up semi-regularly to breathe and be careful not to get fluff down your throat.

Dart:

As Marsh and Cloud walk over, the Featherbows on the CCTVs seem quite preoccupied, so Marsh doesn't get an answer right away. After a moment, the image on the screen switches to a very obviously pre-recorded animated short of a bunch of foals and a buffalo singing happily with the words "PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT" in red at the top. This seems to be a sort of "Screen Saver" for when too many things are going on at once. From what Cloud can tell, there are pre-recorded messages that play at regular intervals at every area, but Featherbow can also communicate directly and is keeping an eye on you. After a moment of this, an equally obviously pre-recorded message appears on the screen. "Sometime's minds can smell a little funny, since that's one of the toughest things about them to change. This is good though, because smell is one of your most important senses. After this, you'll be given a lecture on Smelling Salts and their proper usage by Jewel as well as given maps of the camp in your Campers Beginner Kit! Yay!"

Marsh waved her hoof again.  "Mr. Featherbow, you said 'slip and die'. Can we actually die in here?"

The screen fizzled for a moment at Marsh's question and the real Featherbow's face appeared. "Um...c-crap. Uhhh...well, no, you can't die in here because I've made it super safe and fun, but other minds can be a lot more dangerous. That's why you're training here first, so you'll be nice and prepared before you go in other minds. Um...yay..."

Marsh thinks for a moment and then nods.  "Thank you Mr. Featherbow. Cloud, did you have any questions to ask or should we go?"

2D Flower things:

Floor Beneath the Rug:

OOC:Has the tunnel closed up behind Dart?  Also, can he poke holes in the ceiling for air without anypony noticing? Lastly, what was that hoof? Did anyone meet the check to identify that?

Dart telepathically sends to Grey Matter.  'I'm beneath the floor.  Its prety stange.  There are pillows everywhere and these strange 2 Dimensional crayon drawings.'

<(Grey) I'm not sure if I can take them.  They're Figments, they're not quite real.  Let me try>  Dart tries to pick up one of the 2-Dimensional Flower things.

The figment is very easy to pick up and seems somewhat weightless. It feels like a combination of paper and fabric and you could probably fold it up small enough to put in your hat without damaging it. You can see the tiny bud of a new figment below your feet.

Dart brings it back to the mouth of the tunnel and passes it up to Gray.