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#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Dinghy Thingy

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:

The bar is NOT auto-staff, and it will stay that way.

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Topics tonight include:
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The Bar is now: OPEN
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>> No. 40821609
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Oh, are you?
>She quirks na eyebrow
>> No. 40821610
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Mysty or Warrant
>> No. 40821611
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>She would probably have screamed if it weren't for the fact that there was plenty noise already. As it stands, her ears uselessly flatten against her head as she recoils from the pair of screwdrivers, eyes screwing shut and her hooves clamping down against her temples. After a moment, she manages to pop her eyes open and glance about like a deer in headlights. Now she sees the need to scream:

That was the worst idea ever!
>> No. 40821613
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> The remainder of the thought was "are you not all bleeding from the ears," but they had no time. He proceeds to give both of his companions a hearty nudge, before dashing outside, hoping dearly they would not simply sit around on their bums inside the saloon all day. But also that they would not be perforated with gunfire. That would just be excellent, but it seemed kind of a bare minimum thing.
>> No. 40821615
>Thousand shivers and glances around
"And you said this was a projected memory?"

1d2 = 2

>The Hitchhiker whips out the device she had readied earlier -- what appears to be some sort of penknife -- which shines for a moment as a photon lattice of hard-light erupt from it, forming a barrel and pistol grip. Gun in hoof, she takes to the wing after the fleeing Timelords.

"Drop your weapons and put your hooves and wings on your head!"
>> No. 40821616
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...Back home
>Sticks his tongue
Yet a greater conductor of more active energy if tempered properly.
>> No. 40821617

"It is...with a few modifications."

He said, seemingly strained by the effort though it was not readily apparent.

"Removed a few of the...distracting bits."
>> No. 40821618
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>The Professor takes the hint easily enough, though she initially bumbles like one of the Thee Stooges. It becomes abundantly clear now that she is the only one left to carry their objective out -- a task she jumps to with the hurried gusto of one about to be shot. Grabbing the Monitor by his shoulders, she spreads her wings and takes off, half-dragging and half-carrying him out the door as fast as they could carry her.

>> No. 40821619
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>look like you get good cop Warrant.
An overly cheery looking police officer enters the bar and immediately heads to the pastry case.
>> No. 40821620
The mob begins firing wildly- thankfully, the majority of them are still disoriented, and their shots go wide, more than a few of them accidentally taking down their own compatriots in the confusion. The trio have their escape route. The little display was probably not even necessary; when the smoke and confusion clears, the crowd will have bigger problems. Like gunshot wounds and bleeding eardrums. You monsters.
Still, it would probably be wise to distance yourself from the place, at least until you can get the Monitor to divulge the location of Whisper's TARDIS.

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>> No. 40821621
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>Driver doesn't really have time to speak, nor much prescience of mind to do so. In the eight years or so of her conscious memory, she had never gotten to see the mountains. Not the northern ones at least. Her traveling companion was a warm weather sort by far, so they never went anywhere cold if they could help it. It was so damn brisk and refreshing and it felt... Well, real.
This is all part of your memory?
>She looks out over the sea of clouds and snowy mountains, and just looks out in wonder at a place she was sure she'd never be able to see otherwise. After all, space and the universe was for other people who got to lead the lives that she never could, really.
It's... Beautiful.
>And for once, this picture properly convey's Driver's expression.
>> No. 40821622
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Hm, well this is not your home...So, would you like to do anything legal here?
>> No. 40821624
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Deja kept silent for the most part. There it was. The word again. Beautiful. Not a word he would ever use. But it was hard to blame her, with such a majestic view. Maybe it was beautiful? One could be mistaken when ignorant of the truths lurking behind the veil.

"Glad you enjoy it." He said. Smiling just a little wider. "Anywhere else you wish to visit or would you like to just linger for awhile longer?"
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Okay, not our finest moment...

> Expression grim, The Whisper glances back, to see Professor carrying Monitor bodily along the way. He'd half expected her to leave him there, really, but she appeared to have at least a fair grasp as to how these things go, and therefore, he had the sense enough to trust in that judgement. Even if it appeared to be weighing her down a bit. Around open fire, this was far from optimal.

> So it was that he slowed down a little, and offered a hoof towards Monitor's other foreleg.
Do try not to drop the fellow. We do still need him, as yet.
>> No. 40821626
>She nods

"You certainly left the cold intact."
>Thousand glances around, his stern expression softening as he gazes on the islands of snow standing proudly amid the ocean of cloud. With a sigh, he turns back to Frost.
"...I have to admit, though. It is a gorgeous view."

>Pretzel, for her part, is now thoroughly confused by the shouting and the running and the firing. She dashes amid the group, bounding in excitement and nipping at heels as she disappears with the rest into the Professor's TARDIS

>Hitchhiker glides over to the control panel and begins pulling levers
"Time to go. Destination: anywhere else!"
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>> No. 40821628
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>A visibly pregnant orange mare waves to him from the counter
>> No. 40821629
>Ignore that second part. I have been informed they are father from the TARDIS than I realzied
>> No. 40821631
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>She certainly didn't seem to have any problem with him taking on some of the labour. Shaking her head roughly, she kept a steady pace, pumping her wings like a madmare, bound for her TARDIS. Glancing back over her shoulder, she couldn't help but break into a grin.

Drop him? I hardly picked him up in the first place!

Don't you worry, this is also far from my worst moment! Doesn't even break the top ten! Or top twenty! Or top fifty! Or... Nevermind. Back to the TARDIS!

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>> No. 40821632
>Thousand frowns again as a twinge of jealously crosses his face, but he does his best to hide it as he turns to the Driver
"It's up to you. Is there something else you'd like to see?"
>> No. 40821633
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He turns and waves.
"Heya, How are you?"
>> No. 40821634
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>Finalyl got food D:
>havent eaten all day, bbl
>> No. 40821635
The unconscious Time Lord hits the floor with a solid thump. Yeah, that guy is out. Did I mention that was a hell of a throw? Top marks. Anyone got any smelling salts?
>> No. 40821637
"Augh, fine!"
>She twists a knob, then whirls around to the Whisper
"And what was that all about? I had them eating out of my hoof!"

"I'm good. Haven't seen you around before. Are you new?"

>Definitely, man. Take care.
>> No. 40821639
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Now-- now, now, no need to play the blame game! This is just what I like to call "plan pile-up." It's why you can never find two Time Lords in one place. At least, not for long.

>Rambling like a winding road, she trots between the two of them, waggling a hoof in a vaguely conciliatory manner.

Let's just find The Whisper's TARDIS and be done with this, eh?
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>> No. 40821642
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"You could say that, yes, My name is Warrant."
>> No. 40821643
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So I see! We shall have to trade stories sometime!

...Good to see I'm not the only one who finds some fun in this sort of thing. as well!

> He has taken the Monitor in hoof, and is presently beating his wings as furiously as he can muster. They are delicate, soft, and mostly unused, however, and that much shows - the effort must be killing him by now, as deeply as he is beginning to breathe, and as quickly as his amused smile turns to a grimace. Still he presses on, though.

Ah, no, you had them asking for evidence you would not be able to provide, and you would have had to leave his weapon with him, or have your skull ventilated. Nonetheless, Professor is right, I feel we have some questions to ask, The Monitor. Yes.
>> No. 40821646
1d20 = 14 10+ and the man of the hour conveniently wakes up at that precise moment! Barring that... I don't know, try the old bucket-of-ice-water trick, maybe.
>> No. 40821647
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"Well hello, Warrant! I'm Haphazard, but everypony calls me Haph."

"...yes, yes, fine, I'm sorry. my plan was working fine though"
>She throws a lever and sighs, turning to the others
"Well, we're in orbit now, temporally anchored to the moment we left. We can take all the time we need here."
>> No. 40821648
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>As much as I would love to continue, I am afraid I must get myself ready for work now.
>> No. 40821649
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>Goodbye Cirno q.q
>> No. 40821650
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> He gives her a small, concerned look, but decides he will simply have to talk to her about it later. At the moment...

> ...They seemed to have company.
>> No. 40821651
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>She seems more than a little peeved at The Whisper's insistence on getting the last word, grimacing deeply. But with a brisk shake of the head, the dark look leaves her, and she begins digging around in the cabinet underneath the central console.

Now, of course, before we can ask anything, we should restrain him... Should have some rope in here somewhere, it, ah, comes in handy...

Ah, and look at that! How punctual; fitting!

>Making a triumphant sounding noise, she withdraws a long, thick length of rope. It looks uncomfortably well-used, further evidenced by the practised way she winds it around her hooves. And possibly also the leering grin she makes.

Good morning, Monitor. We just need to ask you a few questions...
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"Nice to meet you Haph."
>> No. 40821653
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>What's hanging?
>> No. 40821654
>Hey, it's a Nyx!
>> No. 40821655
"That... won't be necessary," he says, holding up his hooves in what he hopes is a conciliatory gesture.
"My watch is broken, and whichever one of you carried me here seems to have neglected to bring along my spectacles. I am thoroughly at your mercy."
He grins, sketching a shallow bow to the Professor. "Hell of a throw, by the way. Top marks."
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>No u
>> No. 40821658

>Pretzel inquisitively trots over and hops atop the bound pony, sniffing at him curiously. Hitchhiker smirks from nearby
"Now now, Pretzel, don't dig in just yet. Only if he refuses to cooperate."

>Haph nods
"Are you a cop?"

>Happenstance. You?
>> No. 40821659
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"What gave it away?"
He chuckles at a joke that isn't really a joke.
"Yes miss."
>> No. 40821661
>But that's what that pic was! The Nyx, from Warframe!
>> No. 40821662
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>I'm back if you wanna rp.At least for a little bit. A pic of this girl popped out of Nightshades arm
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>What kind of happenstance?
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You know, normally I'm the one giving out marks.

>She doesn't seem dissuaded by his defenceless nature, creeping forward with that broad, predatory grin.

Sorry, but I'm going to have to err on the side of caution. Be thankful; normally, I can't do this unless I'm in a dark room with a spotlight.

>She is at least relatively gentle as she takes his forelegs and winds the rope around his hooves, staring carefully at him all the while.

So, what have you been up to?
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>Also, I feel like crap.
>> No. 40821667
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> Evidently feeling a bit winded from the exertion, Whisper remains quiet as he proceeds to lean against a spare pillar, watching the proceedings, and evidently trusting the other two to handle the proceedings. Although he does hope deeply that they aren't going to trust the Monitor's assertion that he is defenseless. They don't seem the trusting type, either one, really.
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>Sweetie blinks, tilting her head
Nightshade, who's this?
>> No. 40821679
Since I know you're gone, this is for whenever continuing is an option.
>Driver just looks out in giddy wonder for a few seconds more, then chuckles. She was aware that the only reason a fellow like Deja would be in a place like this would be an unpleasant one.
...Yeah, this is good.
>Driver runs a hoof through her red-and-green mane, taking in a breath of the not-air.
You've ever been to a desert, Deja? Show me one I won't see anywhere else.
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