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Occupied Equestria - The Thread That Came Late
Anonymous
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No.133503
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In Changelingia (West Equestria), Brie gains the support of a Changeling queen for his endeavors. Spark is doing his best to help an ill Wolf spiritual leader.

In Free Equestria (East Equestria), Iron is trying to intimidate a group of criminal griffin interlopers. Fantasy Play is helping to shut down an Anarchist press. Silver is helping his new household. Amber Sunset is walking through the city, and Dark Star has just finished helping the orphans.
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Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138361
138362
>>138360
He gets a little meek; smiling, blushing, and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thank you. I am not used to receiving compliments."
Anonymous
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No.138362
138363
>>138361
"I thought it was very nice. And you gave them quite a bit of money.".
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138363
138364
>>138362
"It feels nice to be kind to others, even those who might start out as being your enemies."

He smiles at her.

"Once I got to know her little bit, I thought Sundown was actually quite nice."
Anonymous
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No.138364
138365
>>138363
"Kindness to ones enemies is a real test of kindness generally."

She gives a sort of smile to Silver, although it's a bit strained
"She was... something. I have to wonder what she would be like in a different environment. Or around different creatures."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138365
138366
>>138364
Silver nods in agreement.

"As for you, I thought you handled yourself excellently back there. You showed off quite bit of charisma."
Anonymous
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No.138366
138367
>>138365
"Heheh, what? When?"
She moves back in her seat, ears flopping back
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138367
138368
>>138366
"When you performed your interview. I was not there to witness it, but fact that you managed to get on friendly enough terms to ask them questions shows you have quite bit of charisma."
Anonymous
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No.138368
138369
>>138367
She answers rather seriously:
"Oh no. That only required asking the right questions. I could have gotten further if I knew more, and if there were better circumstances and more time."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138369
138370
>>138368
"Heh. Still, I was impressed. You also stayed cool and collected when we were rushed, and you were great at helping to defuse situation."
Anonymous
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No.138370
138371
>>138369
"You didn't see me jump back and hide." She gives a small smile, and then looks down, and back up. "I tried."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138371
138372
>>138370
He smiles back.

"A for effort?"
Anonymous
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No.138372
138373
>>138371
This gets a wider smile.

"I suppose. But I am supposed to be the teacher now."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138373
138374
>>138372
He grins at Pear, and gives a small nicker.

"Are you saying I can not be teacher?"
Anonymous
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No.138374
138383
>>138373
She looks at him, almost looking into him for a moment.

"You seem to have chosen your path in life. Unless you want to change your path, and start again..."
Amber Sunset
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No.138377
138378
>>138221
Amber Sunset, though a bit tired from the previous shift and a lack of food, waits to prove herself.
Anonymous
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No.138378
138379
>>138377
Describing the details in the night of a hostess is a little uncomfortable because I have never been a hostess, a waiter, or indeed worked anywhere in the retail or service industry, but it's a common enough position that people reading may have and call me out on what I get wrong

Amber comes to learn the layout of the restaurant. They have an area fenced in next to the street, and area near the front, one in the back past a bar, and the bar
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Amber Sunset
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No.138379
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>>138378
Spacious! For the city, that is.
Anonymous
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No.138380
138381
>>138379
The restaurant takes up the left/southern half of a commercial office building on the rather large Chincoteague Avenue, a few blocks to the west of High Sewn's store. The office building, with brick and stone façade, is about five stories tall, and Amber hasn't figured out exactly what it's supposed to host, but it seems to have something to do with telecommunications. The restaurant is the only shop in it, facing the North/South running Chincoteague, but also bordering the northern side of fifteenth street. The door entering from the side walk from Chincoteague is brass lined, and opens to the stand where Amber must stand to greet guests. Behind her, is the front dining area, which hosts most larger tables, bathrooms on the right (but Amber's left) on the north side of the restaurant, the entrance to the kitchen (which occupies much of the north part of the establishment), and some combination booth/tables. The restaurant is basically cut in half by a U-shaped bar that sticks out from the wall and faces towards the south side, of course tended by Salt-Mixer. On the far side, the west side, is a slighter smaller section with a line of booths on two walls, and high tables that seat 2. On fifteenth street, there is a long and somewhat thin patio area enclosed with wrought iron fencing with several tables with an extendable awning. High Sewn explains that this area is not open tonight as it is a week night, but is often open during the days or on busier nights.

Most of the interior walls are are red brick, with the bar being composed of hardwood, and with stainless steel light fixtures. A photograph on the far side shows a city with a river and brick-walled factories, while another few show airships of multiple models, and notably one wall in the front side is basically covered in what is essentially a blue print or model of an early hot air balloon. The restaurant allegedly specializes in the cuisine of the Husaks, which seems to consist of goulash, a certain kind of sourdough sandwich, and... well, Amber hasn't memorized the menu yet. The Restaurant does not seem to cater to the same clientele as the clothing store - or rather, it caters to the same clientele, but the clothing store pretends to be higher class than it really is. Prices are slightly higher than what Amber thinks she saw in Eastside, but the mark up isn't that high.

There are three servers here tonight, one having all of the booths and most of the high tables in the back, one having the combinations booths and some of the large tables, and one having all of the remaining tables in the front and a small exclave of tables in the rear section - that marine colored stallion lodging a protest against this strangely gerrymandered arrangement of serving responsibilities. Theoretically, the owner is the manager, but because of some kind of development that Salt Mixer didn't fully explain, the owner is less active in the operation of the restaurant, and Salt Mixer is the de facto manager. She expects to become the full time manager soon.
Amber Sunset
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No.138381
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>>138380
Amber knows she is not expected to tarry in her introduction but her eyes revel in this new environment. The industrial style is entirely new to her as are the subjects of the black and white photos. It seems that this restaurant, if it successfully rides the waves of time, may be one of those that builds a rich and storied history. Perhaps this is presumption, however.

Amber struggles to remember who the Husaks were, as any of the medley of history books she read would have touched on them only briefly. Knowledge (history): [1d20+6 = 15]

Whatever the price point of the food here, it is well beyond her present ability to pay, and she hopes that her stomach will not growl at an inopportune time. I hope the ponies here are nice, I really wish they pay me tonight for the work I do, or even just give me some scraps of food. It smells so good…, she wonders to herself.

Despite the hunger pangs Amber is eager to stand at the entrance, framed by the shiny brass portal. Though she's clearly not the object being framed it's still something of an honor to be surrounded by an almost-gold border.
Anonymous
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No.138382
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>>138381
Exactly where this restaurant will end up upon the passage of time is anyone's guess. Time is a tenacious thing, with a nasty tendency of persisting long after you think it's come to a good stopping point.

Amber can remember that the Husaks where a nation of the greater Earth Pony Tribe from much further north, who, some time after the settling of Equestria, migrated further south to the areas around Sire's Hollow upon a dispute with their fellows, with a great wave later moving further east towards what is today Baltimare, an area already settled by the Amstels and the inhabitants of the Hayseed, and by indigenous ponies like the Chincoteague before that. While they were neither the first nor the last wave of migrants to the city, they are very possibly a plurality, and are by reputation if not necessarily fact responsible for Baltimare's Earth Pony majority... at least among the pony population.

To the right of the entrance, staring back at Amber, is a very old photograph of a stallion with no mane over the top of his head, but plenty of black facial hair and side burns, and a coat that was likely some shade of green (hard to tell in black and white). This pony, according the picture frame, was Beloved Black. Next to the photo is a painting of the same Beloved Black in front of an airship that is ready to take flight for the first time, one with a rigged keel and a basket.

Salt Mixer has agreed to a payment by the night, and in cash (as this is the way most customers pay anyways). Leftover food is often taken home by a group of diamond dogs one of the servers is friends with, but it's okay if Amber takes some.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138383
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>>138374
He chuckles.

"Perhaps not professionally. I just think most ponies have something that can be taught to others."
Anonymous
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No.138384
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>>138383
More curiously than in jest:

"And what do you teach?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138385
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>>138384
"I learned that there is much to learn from visiting other lands and talking to other peoples. This world is vast, and there is so much more to see and experience than in small bubble most ponies live in. I know most ponies can not do so, but I think teaching that to others is essential for mutual understanding."
Anonymous
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No.138386
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>>138385
She gives a smile that is half-mischievous
"You sound like Princess Twilight"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138387
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>>138386
The amused unicorn rolls his eyes.

"There is some wisdom in her teachings, though I disagree with some of her methods. 'Friendship School'?"
Anonymous
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No.138388
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>>138387
"What is it? Do you not like schools?" She asks, with a similar smile that is a little more amused.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138389
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>>138388
"Heh. Perhaps not schools for friendship. That being said, with my current lack of friends..."
Anonymous
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138391
>>138389
"Well, that's the downside of leaving the bubble. You can't set roots when you move..." She starts this reply with a smile, but it entirely fades from her face by the end, becoming more like a frown.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138391
138392
>>138390
Silver looks concerned at her.

"Are you okay, Pear?"
Anonymous
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No.138392
138393
>>138391
"I'm fine"
She looks back up to Silver, as her gaze had turned away in the moment.

She starts to take the tie out of her hair, to let her mane down.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138393
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>>138392
"Are you sure? Your demeanor has changed rather suddenly."
Anonymous
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No.138394
138395
>>138393
"Uh...."
She stares downwards as she removes the tie. Then she changes her sitting position so that she may start to remove the tie from her tail. She continues looking down, focusing on the tied up set of hair.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138395
138396
>>138394
Silver continues to look at Pear with concern. He tilts his head at her silence.
Anonymous
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No.138396
138397
>>138395
"It can be kind of lonely at times...." She admits, briefly looking back up to Silver, then looking down
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138397
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>>138396
He smiles at her, and holds out his hoof towards her.

"I know how hard it is to have friends when you have no roots, but for what it is worth, I would be honored to call you friend...if you want my friendship."
Anonymous
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No.138398
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>>138397
She looks back up to him, and smiles, almost like she is going to cry
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138399
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>>138398
Deciding it is appropriate, Silver wraps his forelegs around the petite mare, and gives her a hug.
Anonymous
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No.138400
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>>138399
She leans in to hug him as well, as soon as he leans in
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138401
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>>138400
He gives her a reassuring squeeze.

"We will have to keep in touch after you leave Baltimare. Perhaps we can write to each other?"
Anonymous
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No.138402
138404
>>138401
"We should try" She says, still in his embrace
Amber Sunset
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No.138403
>>138382
Amber is most satisfied with this arrangement and mentally vows not to let these ponies down.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138404
138405
>>138402
"We will have to share addresses then, so we can continue to communicate once you are successful in your expedition."
Anonymous
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No.138405
138406
>>138404
"Will you not see me before I leave?" She asks
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138406
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>>138405
"I do hope I do, I am just unsure when your party leaves Baltimare."
Anonymous
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No.138407
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>>138406
"I'm not sure. It depends on how the city and the owner want to approach the site, really. Could be a couple days. Might be longer."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138408
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>>138407
He maintains the hug, but pulls back just enough to smile at her.

"Then I should be able to see you again before you leave. We should still share addresses, however. That way you can let me know when you are certain of when you are leaving. I would like to see you off, at least."
Anonymous
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No.138409
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>>138408
"Alright." She smiles

The taxi arrives at its destination.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138411
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>>138409
Silver pays the taxi driver, and exits the taxi.
Anonymous
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No.138414
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>>138411
The two little ponies are positioned again outside of the motel, about near the entrance.

Pear looks down and away.
“I... should say” she paws at the asphalt parking lot. “I’m.... sorry for being kind of dismissive of your advances earlier. And uh... and for calling you a ‘gangster.’ You’ve been a tremendous help tonight and I... think you’re a nice pony.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.138415
>>138414
He smiles at Pear, and bows his head at her.

"It is forgiven. And thank you. Sorry about how unabashedly forward I was."