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02-23 09:43

Arcognia

5202

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

Xander smiled ingratiatingly at Tari as she completed her 'mission' to 'recruit' Sea Foam to their ranks, or in other words, invited her to join them at their table. "Prettily done, Mistress Tari," he oozed with a playful wink. Then he leant forward to whisper to Tari and Ulrich, so that those at Jerold's table would not overhear, "If somepony hath plans to dispatch Creaklock, 'twould be wise not to stay under the same roof as he. Thinketh thou not?" Xander said with one eyebrow raised.

Ulrich eyed the little grey Valkyrie closely. Indeed it would not be wise. He felt another prickle of nerves and had to restrain himself from craning his neck round to observe the other occupants of the restaurant. Whoever was after Creaklock did not care whether he took out other stray ponies that might get in the way. "Yes indeed, you're quite right Mr Ironchisel," Ulrich replied after giving the question time to hang in the air. His eyes were diverted from his dining companions by the arrival of Arlo Bogthunder, who looked rather irritated as he approached the whole group.

"I hath been informed I must vacate my room forthwith! Dragged from my slumbers, 'tis a disgrace!" Arlo said angrily as he drew level with Jerold's table. A pox upon Brassmore!" He sat down next to Jerold with a thud, slinging his bag on the floor beside him. "Cast out like a piece of rusted iron! They shalt hear of this at the Palace, eh Jerold?"
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02-23 17:39

Matchmaker

1971

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

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Jerold smiled at Nihaia as she confirmed she was indeed able to cook, even if it was a meat-free cookery. "I am none too partial to meat, e'en though I hath a taste for these crickets, for larger animals do not provide the necessary tingle on the palate, thou knowest. We shouldst visit the local purveyor of foodstuffs on our way to the cottages," he said, "For I anticipate we shalt be in Brassmore for a few days at least whilst we attempt to retrieve my steam whistle and I expect answer the questions of the Inspector, once he arriveth. What of thyselves, " Jerold continued, talking to Creamy, Rorschach, Brimstone and North Star, "Canst thou rustle up good victuals or art thou culinary dunces like myself?"

As Arlo arrived looking thoroughly out of sorts, Jerold's more relaxed smile turned once more to consternation as his friend plonked down beside him. "Calm thyself, old man, 'tis harsh I knowest, as harsh as rust on old, damp iron sheeting, but within the rights of the Inn." Mention of the Palace didn't fill Jerold with confidence, not after the incident at the Convention with Brimstone's stoat, although he was far too polite to breathe a word of his fears to Brimstone. Whilst he knew Princess Roxanna would be sympathetic, kind-hearted mare that she was, her new fiance Overton was another matter and might influence her to withdraw financing of his whistle retrieval. "We shalt see, Arlo, we shalt see," Jerold commented neutrally, for indeed, that was all they could do, wait and see.
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02-23 18:06

Nightfeathers

37619

United States - USR

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"I'm afraid I was never taught how to cook." Brimstone answered ruefully. "Other than roasting something on a spit. That I can do. But they only come out one way, so I hope you like your meat well done."

That was one way to put her training, such as it had been, to use. Cooking food couldn't be that difficult though right? Other ponies did it all the time. All you did was... throw stuff together. And heat it up sometimes. Right?

"I could give something else a try?" She offered. "How hard can it really be right? I'm sure I could manage something. At least... salad maybe?"
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02-23 18:36

Reisari

694

United States - USR

The Writer's Guild The Azuyan Project

"I am none too partial to meat, e'en though I hath a taste for these crickets, for larger animals do not provide the necessary tingle on the palate, thou knowest. We shouldst visit the local purveyor of foodstuffs on our way to the cottages,"


Nihaia didn't know, and to be quite honest, she didn't think that she would ever be able to convince herself to try. But she nodded politely anyway.

"Is there anything in particular that you guys like to eat? If there is, and it's something I know how to make, I'll be happy to make it for you." she offered.

From observation, she knew that Rorschach seemed to like sweet things. Pastries and such. Since fruit of a nearly endless variety was a main staple on Ilder Isle, Nihaia could think of many things she could make that he might like. Chocolate was a luxury permitted only to the royals, and the wealthiest of nobles back home, but while she had never tried it herself, she believed she could melt some to make chocolate covered fruit if there were some available. Then there was candied fruit, and many varieties of jams, and fruit breads, and pastries...Nihaia hoped that she would be able to make something that would please each of the others. She was happiest when she could be useful, and had something to contribute rather than being a useless burden to the others.
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02-23 19:06

Matchmaker

1972

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

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"As thou canst see from the view herewith," Jerold said, inclining his head towards the panoramic view of the Caldera and surrounding rather barren hills, "there be no agriculture in this area. 'Tis fortunate therefore that all manner of fruit, vegetables and grains be imported from our fertile area, around Rivet. The local shop shouldst stock those, for tourists and e'en locals do enjoy soft and juicy fruits in the hot weather. Thank Am'hatai that our scientists hath managed to invent a device they call a re-fridg-er-ator," Jerold said, articulating it slowly for it was still a recent addition to Arcognian homes, at the moment, mainly wealthy ones until more mass production could be achieved. "I hath heard the cottages here are equipped with them, so one canst keep food chilled or e'en, mark my words, make ice! 'Tis wondrous, is it not?"

When Nihaia enquired as to likes and dislikes in food, Jerold shrugged and smiled. "I liketh most things, whether sweet or savoury..." he winked at Brimstone, "...or salad!"
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02-23 19:29

Creamy and Jewel

1303

United States - USR

Sub of springacres, posts are in character.

The Azuyan Project

"I've never tried cooking," Creamy admitted rather guiltily. "But I dare say I could manage roasted meat or sliced raw fruit. I'm not too particular about what I eat, so long as it doesn't disagree with me. When you've traveled as much as I have, you encounter all kinds of cooking and food preparation skill levels. I once knew a fellow who could make almost anything into food - even pebbles and rocks, if you can believe it. Anything he tossed into his cooking pot came out looking like food and tasting delicious."
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02-23 20:29

Kitty Kinneas

4519

Australia - USR

"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

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((Sorry for the delay, lovelies. Busy couple days!))

Rorschach shrugged eloquently when Jerold exclaimed surprise over his comment, proclaiming he'd no idea Rorschach 'batted for both teams', as he said. A curious turn of phrase, the inky Flutter thought, but liked it a lot.

"I find it illogical to limit myself to half the ponylation," he said blandly. "When there are those pleasing to the eye and mind and heart of both genders."

He glanced over when Arlo arrived in quite the huff. He could understand it, but saw no purpose to it. Jerold tried to soothe his friend, who looked rather out of sorts. Rorschach's eyes narrowed a little and he considered to himself Arlo's behaviour. He dare not breathe a word of it to Jerold, for his logical words had hurt ponies before and he was beginning to learn when to curb his speaking of his thoughts, but he was starting to wonder if the other Unicorn was in fact more involved in this business than anyone had considered.

He looked away, back to Nihaia when she talked about cooking. It didn't surprise him one bit that the little purple Fairy could cook. She seemed the type, and he could picture her easily in the kitchen, almost dancing about as she prepared food. He imagined she would enjoy making pony's favourite things, since she was very much the type to like pleasing others.

Had he known the delights she was thinking of in relation to his sweet tooth just then, he might of foregone logic and limited himself not only to one half of the ponylation but to just one pony, and asked her to marry him.

As it was, however, he said;

"I shall look forward to sampling your food, Nihaia." A pause as he crunched his last cricket. "Though... I do believe crickets are one thing I could go without for the rest of my life. I did not enjoy those. Jerold can have my share." And he grinned at Nihaia. Well. His mouth twitched, and his eyebrows lifted a little. That was grinning. Right?

Jerold asked if they could cook.

"I can make food after a fashion," Rorschach said. "For it is simple enough to follow a recipie. However, I always find it lacks that certain... something. Were it not completely illogical to think so, I might believe it was 'heart' my food lacks."

02-23 22:56

Reisari

695

United States - USR

The Writer's Guild The Azuyan Project

"Thank Am'hatai that our scientists hath managed to invent a device they call a re-fridg-er-ator," Jerold said, articulating it slowly for it was still a recent addition to Arcognian homes, at the moment, mainly wealthy ones until more mass production could be achieved. "I hath heard the cottages here are equipped with them, so one canst keep food chilled or e'en, mark my words, make ice! 'Tis wondrous, is it not?"


Nihaia's eyes lit up in amazed wonder.

'This...re-fridg-er-ator...it can make ice? Really?" she asked delightedly.
"How much? Do you think it can make enough to fill several cereal bowls with crushed ice? If so, there's something I really want to try to make. I've only seen it once before, in a cafe in the port on Ilder Isle. It only caters to royals, and the very wealthiest of tourists. No commoner would ever be allowed to set hoof inside the cafe unless they worked there. But I saw one of the customers eating in the outside eating area of the cafe when I was on my way to the docks one day. They had a bowl of ice that was crushed very fine. The ice was fruit juice that someone who had the ability to freeze water had frozen, and it was covered in fruit syrup. I've never made it before...I've never had access to ice before. Well...not ice that you'd use to make food with, at least." she said, thinking of her adventure in Skora.

"But I have made fruit syrups, so if this re-fridg-er-ator can make fruit ice as well as freeze water..."

Nihaia's eyes shone with happiness at the thought of a chance to try making such a wonderful treat.

And let me think...Jerold said that he likes most foods. I could make a couple of dishes that people in my village enjoy. Rorschach likes sweets, so I could make a variety of desserts to go with the meals... she thought, already trying to plan out what she would make.


"I shall look forward to sampling your food, Nihaia." A pause as he crunched his last cricket. "Though... I do believe crickets are one thing I could go without for the rest of my life. I did not enjoy those. Jerold can have my share."


Nihaia grinned back.

"Thanks! He can have my share of them, too." she said simply.


((Edited to add a bit I forgot.))
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02-24 05:29

hoppersnail sales

8133

United States - USR

386 BP

The Azuyan Project

She smiled. "If'n yer decide ter join u, ye mure than welcome."

Tari nodded then returned to her table, leaving Sea Foam to decided what she wanted to do.


Her stomach was feeling much better now that she'd eaten the flapjack and drunk her tea. Sea Foam wasn't too sure about whether the ponies who'd invited her over would be pleasant company, but Mister Creaklock and his friends would fill one cottage to overflowing, and it would be rude to snub Tari so blatantly. Getting up, she made her way over and seated herself with a polite nod. "Thank you," she said, careful not to look at the contents of anypony's plate.

"Does anyone know if the cottages will have supplies?" she asked. "Not just food, but toiletries, bedding, pots and such? I can cook simple things like porridge and vegetable soup, but I'm afraid that will be rather difficult if there's no pots."
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02-24 12:26

Steamwork Sprocket

836

Australia - USR

Liquid Beans!

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Tari raised an eyebrow and smiled as Ironchisel complimented her. "Yer expected less?" she teased, watching as Sea Foam approached. Ha, success. She did chew her lip slightly, though, as she mused of Ironchisel's comments. It did make sense that anymore murders might happen around Creaklock. But it made equal sense, if the murderer was part of that party, for them to try and wipe out the competitors, the "outcasts", if she dared use that clichéd and over dramatic word.

Or, worse, implicate the lot of them, somehow. Maybe it would be best to keep Sea Foam close. Surely no one would believe that mare was in cahoots with anyone evil. And it would be good to have someone else's eyes opened to Brimstone's snideness and lies.

"Aye..." she said, slowly. "Et's equally possible, yer know, tha' someone'll try an' implicate one o' us fer et, ter. Oor, if'n they're one o' 'is party, attemp' ter dispatch us. Wote'er way, Ah don' thin' we're oot o' the woods ye'." Tari grimaced. "Ah don' know why they're e'en so suspicious o' me. All they're goin' ooff es Brimstone claimin' Ah lef' wit' Mister Arlo, when et woz plain ter all Ah did no' step a 'oof ootside the dinin' car," she grimaced. "Makes me thin' et really es one o' them, tryin' ter deflec' the blame."

She stalled her talk and smiled as Sea Foam took a seat with them. "Et's noice ter see yer join us, Miss Sea Foam. If'n yer've no' met them ye', this es Mister Ironchisel an' thi es Mister Win'er." She shrugged her wings and went back to her meal. "Ah've no clue wot these cottages 'old. Ah know abou' as much as yer. Ah shudder ter thin' wot they coul' look loike, 'onestly."

She turned to Winter as Arlo barged into the room, raving. A little flustered, she glanced over to the pegasus. "Wote'er es wrong wit' 'im? Wit' Mister Arlo," she refused to say "Bogthunder" because, honestly, that name just sounded rude. "'e seems ter be gettin' mure an' mure...un'inged?"
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02-24 13:06

Arcognia

5203

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

Xander had to admit Tari had a good point. "Aye, implicate us, 'tis why I hath become Creaklock's shadow, to keep a wary eye on him and his buddies. 'Tis probably more than one o' them in it, up to their necks in it, verily." He too dropped the topic as Sea Foam joined them.

"Mistress Sea Foam! Delighted to make thine aquaintance," Xander treated the pretty pastel-coloured Pegasus to a winning smile, not too winning, of course, for he did not wish to give Tari cause to think he might wish to flirt with another mare under her nose. Sea Foam might be a pretty little thing but Tari was definitely made of sterner stuff and made a fitting cohort for the devious Xander, or so he fancied.

As Arlo appeared out of nowhere, venting about being evicted from his room, Ulrich could only agree with Tari, for the earthy-toned Unicorn was on the edge, for sure. "Looks like stress has taken a firm hold of the poor chap's mind, I'd say. He ought to be packed off home, but of course, they'll not allow that to happen. I just hope he stays...contained," Ulrich finished, not wanting to add that he thought Arlo could potentially be a loose cannon and a danger to the group in his current state.

Xander nodded. "'Tis all the more reason to stay in a separate cottage." He glanced at his dining companion's plates that were pretty much empty. "I proposeth that we maketh a move to..." he consulted the key's label, "..Sprocket Cottage, and picketh up some food supplies on our way there. 'Tis pointless hanging round here longer, and I wisheth to see our accommodation. Shall we depart?"

Those at Xander's table can leave the Inn's restaurant and make their way up the 'beach' towards firstly Brassmore Supplies shop and then to Sprocket Cottage. At Brassmore Supplies they will find an old Earthie bespectacled stallion who will give them suspicious looks, for he has already heard on the grapevine about the murders and the group with Jerold.

Edited for cottage name fail.
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02-24 13:19

Matchmaker

1980

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

Doldrums Initiative Breeding Mavens WPAG The Writer's Guild Sweet as Can Be Triple Visible - TV Azuyan Dev The Azuyan Project

"Thou feelest cold!" Jerold said, shifting slightly away from Arlo who felt quite chilly to the touch. He must be sickening for something. Ever since the murder of Rusty on the train Arlo had begun to change. Jerold had known him all his life, from being a friend at school and onwards through their shared interest in Steam Whistles, and then watchmaking. They could have been brothers. Lately though, Jerold could not make much sense of Arlo's behaviour, but then, he'd never experienced murder at close quarters before, so he had to assume that was the root cause.

"Come, 'tis time we made tracks for our new accommodation, I shalt leave a message at the Inn's reception for any late comers to find us at the cottages. I hath no doubt the Proprietress wilt gladly send them on," Jerold said dryly. "We shouldst stop at the shop to stock up on a few supplies for the next few days.

Hearing Sea Foam's question about the cottages and what they stocked, at least he had a fair idea to answer her. "Mistress Sea Foam, I do believe that pots, pans and various bedding is all provided. We hath only to bring our own food. I do not believe bathing essentials such as soaps or shampoos are included, but towels are."

Those at Jerold's table can leave the Inn's restaurant and make their way up the shell-less 'beach' towards firstly Brassmore Supplies shop and then to Knobbly Cottage. At Brassmore Supplies they will find an old Earthie bespectacled stallion who will give them suspicious looks, for he has already heard on the grapevine about the murders and the group with Jerold.
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02-24 13:27

Arcognia

5204

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

Brassmore Supplies was a small shop physically but was stocked with an large range of useful items, from various dried and fresh fruit and vegetables, fresh fish, grains, flour, sugar and salt, as well as some chocolate bars, all arranged neatly on multiple shelving units. Bathroom supplies could be found there also; soaps, shampoos and mane conditioners. It also stocked items such as sewing kits, fabrics, flashlights, lamps, tents, ropes and survival gear. The store owner was an elderly Earthie stallion who had lived in Brassmore most of his life, and took a pride in being able to stock most items that might come in useful, although sometimes one had to order in from Cogsville or Rivet.

Enjoy browsing the store and purchasing any items you might think will come in useful over the next few days. We'll move into the Cottages in a day or so after you've had a chance to do some shopping.

Edited for a few items I forgot. :smile
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02-24 13:41

Steamwork Sprocket

837

Australia - USR

Liquid Beans!

Very Boring Grownups The Pet Association Triple Visible - TV The Writer's Guild The Azuyan Project

[[OOC: I keep giggling at Sprocket cottage. Small things, small minds]]
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02-25 03:48

Kitty Kinneas

4524

Australia - USR

"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

The Writer's Guild Azuyan Dev The Azuyan Project

((That is a very handsome Mountie Boy you no longer have, Sprocket. *hides flailing sack, from which issue squeaks of coltish outrage*))

Rorschach finished his food, listening to the conversation around him, and keeping an eye on Arlo in the meantime. He nodded when Nihaia said Jerold could have her share of crickets.

"I completely understand," he said.

Jerold moved on to say they could head up to Knobbly Cottage after stopping at the Supply shop. He jiggled his bag a little. Rocks clacked together, and there was the clink of coinage.

"I could do with some shampoo for the cottage," he agreed.

He stood and stretched himself, shaking out his rakish mane again.

"And I should enjoy seeing more of Brassmore. Which way?"

Upon being told which way, he would head off, keeping to a pace the others could keep up with, off to the supply shop.

02-25 09:04

Matchmaker

1982

United Kingdom - USR

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Jerold and Xander got to their feet to leave simultaneously, turning to throw an irritated glance at each other as they did so, Xander's glance saying How dare you suspect me or my friends! whilst Jerold's was more of What are you doing still following us around?. Either way it was plain the two did not care for each other in the slightest.

Heading out of the Inn after having a quick word with Zinc Minx to direct any late comers towards the cottages, Jerold emerged into the hot Arcognian sunshine, for by now it was 1.15 p.m. The deep blue of the Caldera lake beckoned invitingly for a cool dip, but there were some tasks to be taken care of first. As he crunched along the reddish, pebbled shore, passing a couple of life guards watching the swimmers, a hoofshine boy beckoning with his cleaning kit, and a passing couple who stared at them oddly, he soon came to Brassmore Supplies, and headed into the coolness of the building that was piled high with all sorts of goods. Even Jerold was surprised at the sheer range of items stocked.

As soon as he caught the Earthie shopkeeper's eye he saw the veil of suspicion descend as the other cast a wary look at the group entering the shop. Jerold's heart sank as he realised how far the news of the events had already spread. Mentally shaking off his gloom he concentrated on the task at hoof, supplies. "Good day to thee, sir, we hath thy permission to browse?" Jerold addressed the shopkeeper who just nodded stonily and did not reply. Jerold sighed, picked up a basket and continued to walk slowly down the shop's aisles, looking for suitable products. He had no idea whether Princess Roxanna would pay for their cottage accommodation and other expenses as she had not, at the time of promising to help, known of the murders aboard the train that would follow.

Jerold placed a shampoo into his basket, Coppershine Shampoo, one that promised 'glowing locks as shiny as newly-moulded copper'. He smiled briefly and showed it to Rorschach. Next he selected some matches and a few candles, for they would need night lights, homes not having any inbuilt lighting. He also hovered in the lantern section and in the end chose a simply-decorated one in case they needed to go outside in the dark.

Coming to the food area he was rather stumped, and turned to any of the mares to help out. An array of fruits, vegetables and other consumables was laid out but he had no idea what to choose or indeed, how much of it.

Edited for missed detail.
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02-25 09:14

Arcognia

5205

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

Xander strode out of the Inn behind Jerold, restraining himself from having a go at the Proprietress. Instead he threw her a look of disgust and turned on his hoof to leave, with his few belongings in his backpack. As he followed Creaklock down the shore he felt the looks of curiosity thrown their way and frowned, gritting his teeth. Stupid, stupid ponies and their gossip. It was what he hated most about Arcognia, too small a place, too many ponies who knew everyone's business.

Entering the shop he looked round for Tari and Sea Foam who he hoped would have an inkling of what to purchase. Like Jerold, his cooking skills were non-existent, he preferred to eat out or purchase some ready-prepared food on the way home from the food sellers in the market, of whom there were many in Cogsville for much of the upper classes did not know one end of a skillet from the other.

Ulrich walked along behind the others, his eyes scanning the area for anything suspicious. He saw no Blue WUs amongst the visitors, but felt sure that the stallion was somehow watching them, and it didn't feel pleasant. The shop provided a welcome distraction and Ulrich absorbed himself in the 'stallion' section of the shop, replete with many mechanical devices and items. He treated himself to a new screwdriver set and a spanner, for in his experience, these self-catering places invariably had a device that needed fixing or tweaking.
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02-25 15:27

Reisari

696

United States - USR

The Azuyan Project The Writer's Guild

Nihaia followed Rorschach and Jerold to the shop. She checked her money pouch to see how much she had, then browsed through the store on her own a bit. She chose a gift basket that came with a few different flowery scented shampoos, and conditioners as well as a hoof file, a brush and comb for both mane and tail, and a set of bath balls that could turn a long hot soak into a luxurious experience. The gift basket was clearly not as popular as the shopkeeper had hoped it would be, since it was on sale for a price that ended up being cheaper than if she were to buy the items separately. Nihaia wasn't sure why it wasn't a popular item. The scents were quite lovely, and similar gift baskets back home would easily sell for five times as much as this one would cost her. To this, she added a citrusy scented soap, and a pretty ribbon that she found in a bin of random mane and tail accessories marked 50% off. The ribbon was a simple braid of three thinner bands of material; one was black, one was a dark purple that matched her, and the third was a dark blue. She loved it the moment she saw it, and she quickly justified the additional expense by reminding herself that her old ribbon was starting to fray at the ends, and would be a tattered, useless mess before much longer.

Having finished selecting her personal items, Nihaia selected some rope, and some basic first aid supplies. Then she moved into the food area, where she found Jerold, who looked a bit lost. Her eyes widened in delight at all of the possibilities.

"We could do a vegetable stirfry?" she suggested to Jerold.
"That way, there will hopefully be something that everyone likes. And three types of salad, a fruit salad, a wild greens salad, and a traditional one. We could have rolls, too. And a fruit bread with an assortment of butters, and jams. And something for dessert since Rorschach likes sweet things..." she mused aloud, her mind whirling at all of the possibilities.

Some of the potential ingredients were things she had worked with before, while others were local fruits and vegetables that she had never seen before. Nihaia longed to get some of everything so she could experiment with them, but she knew she couldn't afford it. So she looked around in indecision, trying to decide what she wanted to get.
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02-25 19:45

Creamy and Jewel

1304

United States - USR

Sub of springacres, posts are in character.

The Azuyan Project

Creamy followed Jerold's group out of the hotel, making sure to give the proprietress a tip to cover the cost of his shower supplies and food. He noted the odd looks being thrown at the group by some of the locals, but shrugged them off. His conscience was clear, and if it bothered him that he was considered suspect merely by having been present on a train where the entire crew had died, the dragon had good enough manners not to show it.

When they entered Brassmore Supplies he gave a friendly nod to the shopkeeper which was met with a surly, suspicious glance. However, the owner apparently did not object to the group's presence enough to bar them from the store. Just as well, Creamy reflected. He hadn't seen such a large selection of goods under one roof in a very long time. He took a basket, picked up the least expensive shampoo and conditioner he could find, and then headed for the hardware section because he really didn't know what to look for in terms of food. He noticed Ulrich picking up a few tools nearby (a monkey wrench and a screwdriver, from the looks of things) but for himself he chose a 36-piece tool set with varying sizes of screwdrivers, a hammer, two pairs of pliers (needle and blunt nose) and a healthy assortment of nuts, bolts, screws and nails.
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02-26 00:23

Kitty Kinneas

4544

Australia - USR

"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

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Rorschach immediately put three bottles of the shampoo in his basket the second Jerold showed him, and followed it up with three bottles of the same brand conditioner. Then he followed Creamy to the hardware section. He wasn't much of a handy pony, really. His talents ran more to the delicate.

He trotted along the aisle and squinted at a set of very small, fine screwdrivers. His quick mind saw uses for them other than screwing in teeny tiny screws. He added the set to his basket, then a second for good measure.

He came upon the food buying discussion just as Nihaia spoke of his love for sweet things.

"You do know the way to a stallion's heart," he sighed, drawing alongside the little Fairy. "Just talking of desserts makes my belly growl."

02-26 09:15

Reisari

697

United States - USR

The Writer's Guild The Azuyan Project

"You do know the way to a stallion's heart," he sighed, drawing alongside the little Fairy. "Just talking of desserts makes my belly growl."


Nihaia blushed. Then she smiled at Rorschach.


"I know what you mean. I have a sweet tooth as well. Just about everyone from Ilder Isle does. Fruit is a main staple of our diet, so it's hard not to. Is there anything in particular that you'd like for dessert?"
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02-26 09:38

Steamwork Sprocket

856

Australia - USR

Liquid Beans!

The Azuyan Project The Pet Association Triple Visible - TV Very Boring Grownups The Writer's Guild

[[OOC: Oi! I see that wriggling sack there, Kitty! XD]]

Tari watched as the two males stood, posturing, before Creaklock left with his flunkies. She rose as Ironchisel followed, raising an eyebrow. Well then, if nerdy testosterone could kill...

She followed Ironchisel out into the horridly hot little down and followed the stallion to the poky little shop, nose firmly in the air as she passed by the guarded looking ponies. Well then, how rude. When she returned home she'd tell every one of her friends what a terrible place this was. Then how would Brassmore like it, with their tourism cut in half? Ha. The sooner they moved on from this place, the better.

Why was Creaklock still so bothered about the whistle, anyway. It'd been made once, surely it could be made again, right? Sure, it would take a while and likely be expensive, but surely it wasn't worth traipsing about like this with a murderer on their tail?

She stepped into the store, casting the keeper a withering stare. She stopped and gave Ironchisel a sceptical look back as he turned to her. "Wot are yer lookin' fer?" she asked, peering around at all the food. It did look pretty but she wasn't quite sure why they were here.

Hmm, would there be maids there to cook for them, at the cottages? "Why are we shoppin' 'ere? Shoul'n't the maids at the cottages be doin' so?" Winter had already wandered off elsewhere, it seemed.

Tari fervently hoped that wasn't a, "the mare will know how to cook", look Ironchisel was giving her. Because the most she'd ever managed to make was a spaghetti and strawberry cake.

And, for some reason, ponies just hadn't liked it.
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02-26 12:52

Matchmaker

1984

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

Azuyan Dev Doldrums Initiative Breeding Mavens WPAG The Writer's Guild The Azuyan Project Triple Visible - TV Sweet as Can Be

As Rorschach placed 3 Coppershine Shampoos into his shopping basket, Jerold raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "That much wouldst last me six months!" he said, then pointed out a fact that no doubt the Inky Flutter was totally unaware of, since Jerold hadn't notice him read the shampoo bottle's blurb. "Thou wouldst be better disposed to purchase the Silvershine version, for these shampoos verily contain tiny particles of metal, which allow one's pride and glory to glitter gaily in the sun in a tasteful manner, it shouldst be said, for too much sparkle be indicative of low-breeding and worse. Coppershine hath tiny copper particles, whilst Silvershine, I am sure thou canst deduce, hath silver particles," Jerold explained. "Unless thou wishest to have coppery lights in thy pale mane, 'twould be an interesting sight." Jerold smiled at his friend, trying to picture Rorschach's expression had he done just that.

Jerold was quietly amused as Nihaia described the foods she could bake, particularly sweet things, and Rorschach succumbed immediately to the thought of it. Could romance be in the air between those two? His mind, naturally inclined to the romantic, considered it whilst surveying some pears and peaches, and decided that indeed those two would make a sweet couple, almost literally if Nihaia's cooking skills were as she described.

"A stir fry sounds delicious, Mistress Nihaia. I shalt leave the details to thy capable hooves and palate," he replied to her suggestion. Besides, if the mares were cooking then it might distract them from the other terrible matter and perhaps result in some marely bonding. Jerold's knowledge of group cookery was sadly lacking and he was totally unaware of the expression 'Too many cooks spoil the broth', which did not exist in Arcognia, although there was an equivalent saying 'Too many mechanics ruin the machine' that should have sprung into his mind.
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02-26 13:12

Arcognia

5206

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

{OOC: I keep chuckling at your avatar, Sprocket, and every time I see a new variation of Were's original. LOL.}

Xander was indeed a chauvinist who thought mares ought to be endowed with culinary abilities (and he was not the only stallion in Arcognia to have those presumptions, for a mare who could cook well had a better chance at matrimony than one who lacked that accomplishment). He regarded Tari and saw from her disposition that she was not in a happy frame of mind, and indeed appeared to lack those very marely qualities that he'd hoped she'd have in the kitchen. He sighed.

"Food, Mistress Tari, for the cottage wilt not be stocked with any, aye, I knowest, 'tis a matter of aggravation to say the least," he said, catching her eye. "Maids? Thou hath wit, Mistress, there wilt be no maid service," Xander said with a rueful chuckle, "'Tis self-catering, in the jargon of the industry, which meaneth one must see to one's own food needs. I wonder if Mistress Sea Foam hath culinary skills?"

Ulrich listened to Tari and Xander and sighed. Obviously if their group was to rely on either of them they'd starve. It was a good job he'd learnt to fend for himself and had a basic grasp of cookery. None of your fancy pastries, but good, honest food that would stick to your ribs. "I'll get some food if you two have no idea," Ulrich ventured. He wandered down to the food section where Jerold, Nihaia and Rorschach still hovered, and grabbed a few things: tomatoes, onion, peppers, cauliflower, potatoes, mixed herbs, curry powder, flour, coffee, tea, sugar, milk. That should do them for a couple of meals and drinks. He paid for his purchases, then carried the bag back to where Tari and Xander were and showed them the contents. "Vegetable curry, I can make it, plus coffee and tea. Nothing too grand, should do us for a couple of days at least. Oh, you might want to purchase some breakfast cereal or cookies or things of that sort. Those types of things I can't make."

Edited for copy/paste fail.
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02-26 20:05

Kitty Kinneas

4554

Australia - USR

"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

The Azuyan Project Azuyan Dev The Writer's Guild

Quote Steamwork Sprocket:

[[OOC: Oi! I see that wriggling sack there, Kitty! XD]]



((Curses! Foiled again. *grudgingly returns pretty Mountie Boy* As for me, the first time I saw the icon, I had a conditioned response and went "I didn't know Were was joining us... wait."))

Rorschach nodded at the estimation of time the shampoo would last Jerold.

"Well, and it is likely it will last me just as long, but never have seen such fine hair products..."

However, he looked aghast when Jerold spoke of what the shampoo would do to his hair (Well, that is to say his eyebrows lifted a little and his mouth turned down a good two millimeters. He immediatedly turned about and trotted back to exchange the shampoo, for indeed copper would not match the blue tones in his hair.

When he returned he said;

"My thanks, Jerold. You have saved me." He spoke very gravely, and seriously. But then again, he always spoke that way...

"My appologies, Nihaia," he went on. "I did not mean to desert you right after your question but such matters need immediate attention." He paused. It was a long pause, and then he said; "Desert. Dessert," and snorted in apparent amusement at himself. Then he coughed, looked vaguely embarrassed, and dipped his head to Nihaia's level; "Nay, no particular fancy have I, though I do enjoy a bit of chocolate now and then. Anything with sugar is a delight. If there is cream it is even better, and if it is ice-cream..." He trailed off and just made a soft "Mmm" sound.

When Ulrich approached, Rorschach moved aside to let him pick what he wanted, giving the Peg a polite nod. Although he was hanging about with Xander and that boorish Tari, Rorschach didn't really think he could be involved in any of the plot... then again, he'd been known to be wrong... that one time.

Speaking of involved ponies...

"Jerold... where has Arlo got to? It is worried I am about the poor chap."

((Edited to correct and add a little bit.))

02-26 21:24

Matchmaker

1985

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

Azuyan Dev The Azuyan Project The Writer's Guild Triple Visible - TV Sweet as Can Be Breeding Mavens Doldrums Initiative WPAG

Jerold had to suppress a grin as Rorschach immediately went to switch shampoos, but his merriment drained away as his blotted Flutter friend mentioned Arlo. How could he have taken his eyes off him? Jerold plonked his basket down hastily and clattered out of the shop, for Arlo was not inside. Mercifully he found his old friend talking to a Clownfish-marked SeaPony (Cranford Ratchet), near the piers. Heaving a sigh of relief, Jerold approached the pair. Arlo, he noticed, looked rather better, or perhaps it was seeing him out in the light of day. At any rate, as Jerold approached, Arlo bid the SeaPony good day and walked towards Jerold.

"What a pleasant gentlestal,"Arlo said, "That be Mister Ratchet, the boat master at Copperwire Cruises."

"Ahhhh 'tis interesting indeed. Didst thou mention Captain Pepperwhistle to him at all?" Jerold asked as the pair walked back to Brassmore Supplies.

"Nay, we hath been discussing the merits of steam-powered boats," Arlo said with a smile.

Jerold shot a glance at Arlo, "Thou hath an interest in boats? I hath never heard thee speak dearly of them?"

"'Tis a secret passion of mine," Arlo replied, then fell silent as the two walked back to rejoin Rorschach and Nihaia.

Jerold felt puzzled. Never had he heard Arlo express an interest in boats at all. However they had bigger fish to fry, probably literally if they wanted any dinner, so he dismissed it for the moment and explained to the others within earshot that Arlo had been chatting to the Boat Master.

Meanwhile Arlo wandered off round the shop to look at the lanterns. Jerold shook his head and said quietly to Rorschach and Nihaia, "He seemeth all right and yet, not so, for his words do come out easily enough but they do not sound like my friend Arlo. Sometimes I fancy 'tis another stallion in his body. I hath no experience with such matters, but I wouldst be most grateful if both of ye wouldst keep an eye out for him."

Edited for missing tags.
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02-26 22:25

Creamy and Jewel

1305

United States - USR

Sub of springacres, posts are in character.

The Azuyan Project

Creamy glanced up at Jerold's return with Arlo and his announcement that the other Unicorn had been chatting with the Boatmaster. He'd been a bit concerned about Arlo himself earlier; some ponies couldn't handle the sight of blood, and it seemed as though the unicorn might be one of them. Putting down the hoof-powered drill he'd been examining, the dragon picked up his shopping basket and walked over to join Arlo who was looking at the lanterns.

"Feeling better?" he enquired of the other stallion. "You looked a little off-color earlier. Reminded me a bit of how I felt after my first battle." The difference, Creamy reflected, was that he had known there might be blood and death involved and had had three days before the battle to prepare himself mentally for that eventuality. Arlo hadn't had that chance.
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02-26 23:56

Reisari

698

United States - USR

The Azuyan Project The Writer's Guild

"Thou wouldst be better disposed to purchase the Silvershine version, for these shampoos verily contain tiny particles of metal, which allow one's pride and glory to glitter gaily in the sun in a tasteful manner, it shouldst be said, for too much sparkle be indicative of low-breeding and worse. Coppershine hath tiny copper particles, whilst Silvershine, I am sure thou canst deduce, hath silver particles,"


Nihaia listened to Jerold's explanation in fascination. Tiny particles of metal in shampoo that would make your mane and tail glitter? She had never heard of such a thing. It sounded like something a royal or noble might do. They did wear cloaks made out of expensive gold and silver thread that had to be imported exclusively for their use, after all. For a moment, Nihaia was tempted to try some of the Silvershine version, trying to picture what she would look like with silver flecks glittering in her mane and tail when the sun hit them. She suspected that she would look rather silly, pretending to be something she was not...much like a foal playing dress up. No. She much preferred her pleasant flower scented shampoos. But curiosity made her turn to Jerold, and ask the questions filling her mind.

"If there are versions with silver and copper particles, does that mean that there is a gold version as well? What about ones with tiny particles of different types of jewels, like diamonds and sapphires?"

She watched as Rorschach left, and returned with some of he Silvershine version of the shampoo.


"My appologies, Nihaia," he went on. "I did not mean to desert you right after your question but such matters need immediate attention."


Nihaia smiled.

"I understand." she said simply.

She listened to Rorschach's response, and nodded thoughtfully.

"I don't know how to make ice cream, but if they sell it here, I could make some fruit syrup to go with it?" she offered.

When Jerold left to search for his friend, Nihaia turned back to the food section, and selected a large variety of vegetables for her stirfry. She added some soy sauce and lemon juice for the marinade. Then she got some rice to go with the main course, and some more soy sauce for the rice. To this, she added several kinds of cheeses, a large variety of fruit, some ginger, sugar, honey, cream, several fruit juices, milk, and the ingredients she would need to make both rolls, and cupcakes. By the time she was done, Jerold had returned with Arlo.

Nihaia greeted Arlo politely, and watched as he wandered off to another part of the store.


"He seemeth all right and yet, not so, for his words do come out easily enough but they do not sound like my friend Arlo. Sometimes I fancy 'tis another stallion in his body. I hath no experience with such matters, but I wouldst be most grateful if both of ye wouldst keep an eye out for him."


Nihaia frowned in concern, and nodded quickly.

"Of course, I will." she said quietly.
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02-27 03:48

hoppersnail sales

8140

United States - USR

386 BP

The Azuyan Project

The trip to Brassmore Supplies was rather disheartening, as ponies whispered and stared at Sea Foam and the others. Apparently, the innkeeper [b]wasn't the only one who carried suspicions about their group. The [B]old earthie behind the counter in the store had a stony, disapproving look on his face, but he made no move to bar their entry.

Remembering Jerold's remark about shampoo, Sea Foam started in the toiletries section. There were a surprising number of brands to choose from, some quite expensive, but she finally settled on a mane-and-coat shampoo and matching conditioner called Desert Glow which used the juices and saps of native desert plants and promised "shiny locks and silken flanks." She also selected a brush and a few long cords for braiding her mane and tail, in hopes of keeping them tidy.

Moving over to the grocery section, she noticed Mr. Winter purchasing items that looked as though they'd be used in a dish for dinnertime, so she chose rolled oats and grains for porridge with a small bottle of syrup for a side, as well as celery, cabbage, lentils, carrots, and several cans of tomato juice for a vegetable soup. Packets of salt and pepper and a box of flavored teas completed her shopping, and she headed over to Mr. Creaklock, Mr. Winter, and Miss Tari to compare what she'd chosen and make sure nothing they needed was forgotten. Sea Foam didn't much wish to come back here again.
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02-27 06:02

Nightfeathers

37635

United States - USR

The Pet Association The Writer's Guild The Azuyan Project Very Boring Grownups

Jerold's teasing made Brimstone smile in spite of being kicked out. Now there was no doubt she'd have to try making a salad. Still as she'd said, how hard could it really be? She looked over at the bundle of fur with a key in the middle and sighed. Assuming she could keep Emrys out of the food. That would be the hard part.

The hot afternoon sun made it feel like they were stepping out into an oven. Maybe not one running at full blast, but still an oven. Brimstone glanced up at her antlers, barely able to make out Emrys' blurry form draped over them.

"Behave yourself in the store or I'll turn you into an antler warmer." She hissed up at him as she walked towards the store. Her only answer was a twitch of his foot. Apparently he was tired out, or overfull.

In the store the weasel stayed in place for the moment, perhaps mollified by the key. Brimstone made a mental note to get him something portable to hang onto all the time. Then she ignored the rather hostile shopkeeper and went about picking up some supplies.

A light was important. She picked up some candles, debated matches, and finally decided she didn't want to risk using her own flame power needlessly. Visions of a burning cottage were dancing through her head.

Then came some grooming supplies. A simple sort of shampoo since she wasn't sure a metallic sheen would go with her colors, a brush, and some mouthwash. Nobody liked cricket breath. She also got some dried fruits and chocolate to take with them. Undoubtedly there would be hunger issues as before and she didn't want to starve again, to say nothing of hauling a starving stoat around.

As for what to eat in the meantime... she felt a bit lost. Sandwiches were about the top of her game. Unless there was a fire pit there. Actually something roasted sounded rather good. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be any meat on display, which made her scowl at the shelves.

She'd have to ask but she wasn't sure she could be polite to somebody who thought she was a killer. Strike that. She knew she couldn't be polite. So she nudged Nihaia. "Would you mind asking him if he carries any meat?" She asked. "I don't see it here and if I ask I'll get mad at him. Which I wouldn't care about except we'll get kicked out."

Meanwhile Jerold's announcement about Arlo was somehow troubling. Why on earth would he have gone off to talk to the boat captain already? He knew they were all getting supplies first. Brimstone shook her head. She was just being paranoid now and there was no way she'd stoop to the level of these town idiots.
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