RePony CYOA

>>29902690
You're some kind of local hero? Should have guessed.

>>29902690
So like a more localized version of the elements of harmony.

inb4 that is where this is going

“So you guys are local heroes? Like, Elements of Harmony but on a smaller scale?”
>”Huh? No, no, nothing with the fancy magic or anything like that. We’re just all pretty good at what we do. I know a thing or two about machines and farming, Gentra is an expert at the financials, which is pretty dang important when you’re rebuilding, Dirty Hooves works in construction, and Speedy Service is a delivery mare who knows everything about gettin’ around town right quick. We don’t do much fighting, we just help with the clean up.”
>As you two are talking, you arrive in the Calmest Tavern, which definitely seems to fit in with it’s name. The colors are muted, the atmosphere is relaxed, and chill music plays in the background as the two of you take your seat.
>As she’s finished talking, a unicorn with beige fur wanders in casually and slowly. She looks around blearily, as if she’s not quite sure where she is, and takes a seat next to you.
>”You really should bring me here,” she says in a gravelly, easy-going voice. “I’m bound to fall asleep anytime I’m here.” She looks over at you. “Oh. Hello. My name is Speedy Service. What are you all about?”
>She gives you a lazy grin.
“Well, uh, I’m new in town, and I can’t rem-”
>”Naaaaaah,” she says slowly, casually. “Like, I’ll get the specifics eventually… but what’s you are ALL about?”

>>29902964
Uhm a mare I remember from a visit to the harmony wing seems to be the most important thing in my life so far.

>>29902964
We're all about friendship.

We should also be all about fun.

Let's ask what she's all about.

We're also about finding out all our memories at the moment and avoiding the crazy pamphlet mare.

We're gonna have a good time.

>>29904034

>>29905950
I hope we slowly learn to tolerate Pamplet Pusher and then fall in love with her.

Bib

>You have to puzzle over the question for a second. It’s an odd one.
“Well… I’m not enitrely sure I guess. I can get behind friendship and having fun. But, uh, loss of identity and all.”
>She looks at you understandingly, waiting patiently.
“I guess I had a friend who was a mare… I seem to remember her pretty intently when I visited the Harmony Wing. I guess I’m about finding more memories right now. And avoiding the crazy pamphlet mare.”
>Speedy Service nods. “Yeah. That all makes, like, a load of sense. Just don’t be so eager to find yourself that you, uh, lose yourself, y’know?”
>Before you can respond to that, the griffon from the market earlier slides into the seat next to her.
>“Don’t mind Speedy, she’s been sampling a few too many of the local delicacies, if you know what I mean,” Gentra posits, to which Speedy rolls her eyes.
>”I think we met earlier. My name is Gentra. How would you like to make some money easy and quick?” She gives you a grin.

>>29908988
Depends. What's the job?

“Depends. What’s the job?”
>”That’s the best part! No work for you at all. I’ve got a couple of investment deals lined up and if you’ve got the capital…”
>”Gentra!” Carrot says as she takes her seat again with a basket of hay fries. “Sun’s sake, you can’t give him one night ‘fore yah try and wrangle some money out of him?”
>”Hey, my investments always pay off!” Gentra protests. “I’d definitely be making him some money. It would just take a few months, but you can’t just shout problems of a scheme at people and expect anyone to work with you.”
>Carrot sighs and rubs at one of her temples with a hooftip. “I’m real sorry,” she says. “Gentra has a heart of gold and eyes that can only look for it.”
>Gentra snorts. “It’s a griffon thing. I just happen to be very good at making money at helping ponies out at the same time. That is why I run the insurance branch around here.”
Any questions? Anything to contribute to the conversation? Want to get some food?

>>29909192
Ask for food recomendations.

>>29909192
Sorry, but I'm kinda already freeloading off of Carrot as it is.

“I would think about it, but I’m kind of freeloading off of Carrot right now as it is.”
>”Hey, you helped out with the farmer’s market AND the couch! That’s good enough for a place to stay in my book.” She gives you a bright smile.
>”Dang,” Gentra says. “Well, if you ever have a few bits and want to make a few more, let me know.”
“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind. Any suggestions on what’s good to eat around here?”
>”Their pork skewers are- oh,” Gentra says. “Uh. Nevermind.”
>”I like the mushrooms,” Carrot said. “Or the hayfries.”
>A yellow, squat and muscular mare sits down next to you with a gallon-sized sack of feeds attached to her muzzle. “FEED SACK.” She says emphatically. “Gotta be the feed sack.”
>Carrot looks slightly sickened, but Gentra gives her a thumbs up.
>”Or the hay trough,” she says. “Loaded up with jalapenos, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, pickles, and extra carrots.”
>”That’s Dirty Hooves,” Carrot says flatly. “She’s far more hygienic than the name sounds, except for what she puts into her body.”
>”Don’t hate me because you ain’t me,” Dirty Hooves says with a mouth full of food, adding hot sauce to her food through a convenient condiment slot.
Any conversation? I can time-skip if no one has anything to add.

>>29909722
I'll try the hayfries.

Just tell 'em about our pradicament and ask them a bit more about themselves.

>The feed bag is impressive. And intimidating, since it looks more like the full food for a day rather than a snack.
“I’ll stick with some hayfries,” you say, and get up to go get some.
>Two bits and a couple of minutes later, you take a seat back down.
>”I’m telling you, changeling invasion and the reason there’s no news about it is because the changelings got to the press,” Dirty Hooves insists.
>Gentra snorted. “No way, The reporters would have died rather than let them take their businesses. You saw them report on that hurricane last week. One of them was hospitalized for a week.”
>”It’ll all work out,” Speedy says. “And until then, we just don’t know.”
>Dirty abruptly cuts into the conversation to look at you. “So! New guy! What’s your deal? How’d you and Carrot get together?”
>Carrot scoffs. “You do one thing for your fellow pony and all of the sudden it’s inappropriate.”
“It’s really not like that,” you assure the rough and tumble mare. “She’s done a lot to help me out, and I don’t really remember anything. She’s just giving me a place to stay while I get my bearings.”
>”That’s cool, that’s cool,” she says, and offers you have a hoof. “My name’s Dirty. I do construction. There is a lot of business in this town.”
(1/2)

>>29909992

>You shake her hoof.
“Nice to meet you. How about the rest of you?”
>Gentra waves. “Well I run the local branch of the insurance company. Less ‘business’ for me and a heck of a lot of paperwork. But hey, I make bank and I help ponies. What could be better? And please don’t ask me any ‘griffish questions’. I’m second generation and couldn’t tell you if I wanted to.”
>Speedy Service smiles at you. “I’m Speedy. Call me whatever as long as it’s something I’d recognize. I’m a native and I do most of the delivery work for the local post office. They say I’m pretty fast at getting around town.”
>”And you know me well enough by now,” Carrot says.
>You nibble at your hayfries while they introduce themselves, nodding along occasionally.
>”I can totally get what your job was, though,” Dirty said, pointing at your cutie mark. “You were totally a comedian.”
>”No,” Carrot cuts in. “No he wasn’t.”
>”Oh.” Dirty says. “Maybe a disguise shop owner?”
>”Or a roguish spy, infiltrating enemy territory and stealing secrets from under their noses!” Speedy chimes in.
Feel free to respond, time skip is available whenever.
(2/2)

>>29909995
I am tempted to suggest we try some meat. New diet for a new life but we are getting our memories back so I suppose that does not count. So no meat.

We can trust these people right. Tell them that judging by the reaction of the guard captain guy we may well be a spy.

Pausing for tonight. I'll be more on the ball about my schedule, sorry about slip-ups.

>>29909995
Respond with a laugh and tell them whatever you previously were you are here now and will just figure it out in time.

We must have not been a very good spy if we ended up in a ditch.

>>29911630
I think we just go run over by a car on our way home.

>>29912132

So how late should we be out? Are we going to sleep at a reasonable time?

Waiting for that update bump

Let's dance!

“Well, if the reaction by the guard captain was anything to go off of, me being a spy might not be that far off.”
>Speedy gives you a look of awe.
>”Wow, what?” Dirty says in between bites. “No way! Tell me some like crazy secrets!”
>”He can’t remember anything, genius,” Gentra says sarcastically.
>Dirty: ”Oh yeah… wait, what kind of spy comes to Ponyville? What are you going to steal? Ancient artifacts from a million years ago?”
>Gentra:”Stealing things? He’s a spy, not a thief.”
>Carrot: “My hoof he’s a spy. I found him in a ditch on the side of the road.”
>You can’t help but chuckle.
“Well, whatever I was, I guess I’m doing okay right now. I’ll figure it out… eventually.”
>The assembly stops their good-natured bickering and looks back over at you.
>”Well, what is the plan?” Gentra eventually asks. “What’s next on the agenda for Chuckles the pony?”

>>29915644
Look around town. Try to trigger more memories. Also unless I turn out to be married or something I have my eye on that cute girl down at sugercube corner.

>>29915644
Break the tecord for least items gained at the tourist center.

“Mostly, I’m just wandering around, trying to see if I can get any of my memories back,” you say. “But I also want to see if I can break the record for least items at the tourism center.”
>Gentra laughs. “Hah! Not likely. But I like the spirit.”
>Dirty grumbles. “Stupid Pamphlet Pusher, not being swayed by threats of violence. My best number is eight and I usually get like ten.”
“What about you, Speedy?”
>”We don’t let her try,” Carrot said. “The only time she went in there we had to pull her out. She was totally immobilized by the merch.”
“Oh…”
>”I dunno what your guys’ beef is,” Speedy says with a smile. “She’s passionate. That’s not a bad thing.”
>The night passes as such, rounds of banter, discussing local news, eating food, getting into minor competitions. It’s well into the night before you and Carrot head back to her house, and she’s yawning.
>”Well it has been one long day for me,” she says, giving you a sleep smile. “Need anything before I turn in for the night?”

>>29916157
Would you read me a bedtime story.

>>29916157
Blanket and pillow. Maybe for you to tuck me in and give me a goodnight kiss? (Said jokingly.)

“A blanket and pillow would be nice.”
>”Right!” She says, heading over to a closet and pulling a few bits and bobs out.
“Tuck me in?”
>”I, uh, sure?”
“Bedtime story?”
>”I mean, I’ve never really-”
“Good night kiss?”
>”Alright, we already established you’re not a funny pony,” she says, though she’s clearly struggling not to smile. She shoves the linens at you and heads off to your bed. “Bathroom’s in my room, be quiet if ya need to go, I hope you’re not a light sleeper.”
“I guess I’ll find out.”
>She waves goodnight and heads into your bed.
>Sleep comes fairly easily, you’ve had a busy day, and you quickly drift off to sleep. It helps that the couch is comfy.
>You’re woken up as a ray of golden sunlight pokes through the window. You groan as you come to. Damn window. Damn sun.
What’s first for the day?

>>29916427
We said we were going to break that record. March to that tourist center and give it a shot.
Lets start by seeing if we can avoid a hat by covering our head in a bunch of hats.

Start queuing up the commands, we'll resume later. Thanks for everyone who played!

>>29916427
Eat some breakfast. Help Carrot set up her stand again. Don't forget to bring the music player. After that we can town explore.

>>29917312
>Don't forget to bring the music player
Seconding this. Music is very important.

>>29918013

Let's get a pizza later!

>>29918521

>>29920256

>>29920256

>You roll off the couch and take a look around.
>Breakfast, the most important meal of the day.
>You wander over to the kitchenlet that built into Carrot’s living and room and groggily regard what you have available. Milk, lots of it, carrots, a few other ingredients.
>You should make breakfast for Carrot. To show her your appreciation.
>Mumbling to yourself, you grab a few ingredients and line them up.
>Next, you get out a few pots and pans.
>And then, when all that’s done, you learn something new about yourself.
>You don’t know how to cook.
>You frown down at the collected items and try to think for a second.
>With a shrug, you put everything away except for a couple of carrots and some milks and call it breakfast. Still super good, courtesy of earth pony magic.
>The door to Carrot’s room swings open and she wanders in, looking bright and cheery.
>”Morning Chuckles!” She says. “How did you sleep?”
>She heads over to the cupboard and starts pulling out some ingredients.
>”Today’s a slow day for me, so if you’d like me to tag along when you do your exploring, that’d be fine.”

>>29922452
We slept alright. The couch is really comfty, need to get some blinds for the window though since the sun woke you up. It would great if she could come out with us while we explore. We can visit that one school we were thinking of seeing. Or the castle.

>>29922452
I think I should be fine. I have a theory though.

Maybe your complaints about the apple conglomerate are more then just the insane ramblings of a disgruntled farmer and I was in town investigating some wrongdoing from them when I lost my memory.

>>29922452
How about you show me your favorite places around town?

“That sounds lovely. How about you show me some of your favorite places around town?”
>”My favorite places? Hm.” She rubs at her chin thoughtfully, eyes sliding up while she thinks about the question.
>”Well I’m fond of the church, makes me feel at peace and the pastor is a rightly friendly sort. I also like the university, seein’ as I help out here and there, and the professors have taught me my fair share. Other than that, I like the Calmest Tavern with the girls, and occasionally I pop by the library.”
>She shrugs. “Those are just a few of my favorites. If you have a preference.”
>You think about it.
“You know, I had a theory about why I was here.”
>”Uh huhn? What was that?” She asks.
“Well that farming conglomerate you hate with a mildly frightening fervor? I figure I might be here to do something about them.”
>She looks back at you with a wide grin, absolutely beaming.
>”Hun, if you’re here to do that, I will personally escort you to their gates with the smuggest grin you can imagine and GIVE you my house.”
>She turns back to her cooking, placing some pastries in the oven.
>”In any case, did you want to visit any of my usual hang-outs?”

>>29922851
Lets turn to religion to get us through these tough times.

>>29922851
Yeah, let's check out the church.

“Well, maybe religion will help me through these trying times.”
>Her face lights up.
>”What? Really? That’s great! Oh, Faithful’s gonna be so proud and-”
>She stops herself and takes a moment to recompose herself, coughing into a hoof.
>”I mean, um, I’m glad I could help with your spiritual journey. Helping others find their way to the alicorns will help me as well.”
>She gives you a business-like nod, but the goofy smile is still obvious on her face.
>After breakfast, wherein you accept a delicious muffin from her along with the carrots you were already eating, the two of you head out towards the cathedral, Carrot humming happily as the two of you go.
>”Now, uh, this might be a bit of a difficult question given your current situation, but do you have faith in the Ascended?”

>>29923114
That is what I am here to find out.

>>29923114
Probably...? What exactly that is seems to have slipped my mind.

“Probably…?” you say.
>She looks a bit confused.
>”Huh?”
“Well, I mean, that’s kind of what I’m here to find out. I don’t really remember what they are.”
>”You don’t… Huh. I don’t think I’ve explained this to a pony for years. Well the Ascended once ruled over Equestria with harmony and love, but as the land maintained its peace, one by one they found themselves and became yet greater.”
>”The first was Celestia,” she continued. “Who became life itself, ascended to a state where she could observe and assist all.”
>”Next was her sister Luna,” she was clearly reciting something here. “Who flowed within and without, and became time and destiny alike.”
>”Third, much later, was Cadence, who’s devotion and selflessness propelled her to become love and adoration.”
>”Finally came Twilight, the newest of our princesses, who left to become Magic. But before she left, she gave us our current system: each generation, a group of young ponies would be raised. The filly whose talent made them most suited to reign would be selected to become our next Princess.”
>”But, uh, you probably knew about that last bit. Seein’ as it’s the basis for our government and all.”

I'm pausing here for tonight. I'm gonna run tomorrow if the thread is up, though!

>>29923398
No not really. It is very bad amnesia. I somehow forgot suger cube corner was even a thing.

What an interesting way to pick the princess.

Sweet bump

Get a hayburger.

There's a hail of threads today.

>>29928140

Fast board day continues with another bump.

>>29928169

>>29928140

“No… it is kind of wierd that I’d forget about that. But I’ve forgotten everything, I couldn’t even remember that Sugarcube Corner was a thing.”
>”Huh… well something certainly did a wammy on your brain.”
>The two of you arrive at the church. It’s an old building, modest but regal. There’s a homey, comfortable sense to it that you can tell the second that you arrive.
>Carrot leads teh way inside, barely stopping to wave at the reception before she leads you nisde to the chapel.
>It’s a spacious building with comfortable benches arrayed in rows. Up at the front is an organ where an elderly mare softly presses piano keys, filling the room with calm music.
>A few ponies are sitting here and there, heads bow in prayer. There’s a podium up at the front with a microphone, but it’s currently empty. Behind it is a large statue of four mares: the Ascended you assume.
>”Sister Carrot,” a warm, welcoming voice bids you from your left, belonging to an older stallion with a white coat and a gold mane. One wing is tucked to his right, but he doesn’t seem to have a left one. HIs entire body is covered with scars.
>”Father Faithful,” Carrot says, eyes lighting up as she sees him, and pushing forward to give him a hug, which he happily accepts.
>As they break, he smiles over at you. “And Brother…?”
“Oh, uh, Chuckles.”
>He gives you a look of slight disbelief. “Brother Chuckles,” he says in his warm, welcoming tone all the same. “Pleased to have you with us.”
>”Now, did Sister Carrot here stronghoof you a little more than she should have? She has a habit, if I’m being honest.” He ruffled Carrot’s mane lightly as he said this. “What brings you here with us today?”

>>29931796
I have amnesia and I thought maybe the church might rekindle my memory.

>>29931935
*rekindle some memories

>>29931796
Having some troubles. Hoping to find myself, you see?

“Actually, coming was my idea. I’ve got amnesia, I can’t remember more than snippets from before yesterday. I was hoping something here might jog my memory.”
>”Then perhaps a tour is in order? If you were a pony of faith, perhaps I can show you something that will help remind you.”
>You nod.
“Yes, I would appreciate that. Thank you.”
>He bows slightly and starts off into one of the back doors. You’re in a hallway, about large enough for two ponies side by side. You follow after him, with Carrot behind you.
>”Our operation is fairly small, but that’s how I like it. Too much excitement isn’t for me, but there is a larger chapel by the Friendly Friends Castle.”
>He opens a door and reveals a comfortable sitting room with two plushy chairs. “This is our confession room, where we discuss the sins that people feel they need to confess and recieve advice and absolution.”
>He exits the room and continues down into another room, where a pool of water has been drained. “Our baptism room, for foals and converts. Not many of the latter, despite Sister Carrot’s… enthusiasm. And the hard work of others, of course.”
>Next you to pass through a kitchen, where a few ponies are hard at work. “Our local kitchen for anyone who wants to get something to eat, for any reason. We invite anyone to volunteer as well, if you have any interest at any point.”
>He leads you through his office and others without much comment, and starts back towards the chapel.
>The three of you exit out back into the chapel itself, near the front and the podium this time. “And that’s about it, I’m afraid. It’s not a massive building. Did you get anything?”
>You glance backward, over the aisles, a few ponies have stopped their quiet meditations to look forward with curiosity.

>>29932164
>There are hundreds of pairs of eyes on you. You swallow, and quickly look forward again.
>You are standing in a line of half a dozen or so stallions and mares. Your ceremonial armor makes your shoulders ache and your back ich. It looks nice -- silver plate-mail with gold inlays -- but it’s heavy, and cumbersome. You’d rather just have a thick jacket in terms of protection, say nothing of how conspicuous plate-mail is.
>The cathedral is massive, possibly the biggest building you’ve ever seen. If the ceiling high enough for their own weather patterns didn’t sell it, there’s also the tapestries, stained-glass windows of the Ascended and the crowd. They say this place isn’t even used for weekly ceremonies anymore.
>The deacon is going down the line, anointing each of you with this little bottle of oil. He’s about two ponies away, blessing each in line for your upcoming duty to Equestria, from you and all your nervous brain can think is how dumb his hat looks.
(2/2)

>>29932172
Try to maintaine the memory. Focus on the hat.

>>29932172
Well if that is all there is to our flashback... Tell them that we remember. We remember being in great armor and annointed along with other warriors. Thank Faithful for his help. He can expect to see us for Sunday service. Ask him about Carrot and her "habit."

I fucking hate being late for a post I have lost of questions for.

>>29932242
I don't think we should tell him we will be at the next service there. Tell him we may be there.

>>29932305
I can already tell there this'll lead. Carrot waking us up early telling us to get ready for church, that we need to go comb our mane and brush our teeth.

>You try and think on the memory, hold onto it, focus on the hat… But it’s starting to slip away, no matter how hard you stay in the memory.
>You do recognize it, however.
“A cardinal.” You say.
>Carrot and Pastor Faithful look over at you quizzically.
“Oh, sorry. I… had a memory. There was a cardinal, and he was anointing me with some kind of oil, and I was in some heavy armor…”
>”That sounds like a Blessing of the Defenders,” Faithful says. “A high honor, only given to the most important members of the guard.”
>He asks you a few more questions and you give him a few more details, and he nods.
>”Well, I can make some inquiries with the church and maybe give you some more details on the ceremony and who you MIGHT be. Check back tomorrow, but I can’t promise anything particularly substantial.”
Anything to say? Any questions?

>>29932366
And I look froward to it. Still say may. Don't want to make any strong commitments.

>>29932377
Thank the pastor for his time and tell him maybe you will come to his next service.

I was gonna do one more post for tonight,but can't think. I'll get back to you guys on monday

Time to go to bed bump

beb

>>29933406

>>29932381
Sure. I actually want to see that interaction take place anyway.

10 bump

It's party time.

Light bump

>>29932377
Thank him for looking into this.

I kinda wanna know how long he's worked here if he doesn't mind sharing that about himself.

>>29902690
Talent

How terrifying.

Have a good morning bump.

So what the most amount of ponies that come here? Is there a time of year where they flood in?

beb

>>29902690

Last bump from me.

“It’s still the most solid lead I have on my identity. Thank you, I really appreciate it. Maybe I’ll see you on sunday, I can’t make any promises, but if I can, I’d like to attend your service.”
>The Father smiles warmly. “Whether you have remembered or not, we would love to have you join us.” Carrot eagerly seconds him.
“Father… do you mind answering a personal question?”
>“Not at all.”
“How long have you been a preacher?”
>You can’t help but glance at his wing, or lack thereof, as you ask.
>He doesn’t fail to notice, but also doesn’t seem offended by it. “I was in the Canterlot Third Battalion in The Skirmish about eighteen years ago.” He explains without needing to be prompted.
>”I was a chaplain for about three years before that, but I lost my wing when a yak bulldozed through my ministry. The Ascended protected me.”
>”I’ve been here ever since.”
“Okay… thanks for sharing. It can’t be an easy memory.”
>”I get it enough from the curious fillies who comes through here that I don’t mind.”
“How many ponies do you get, by the by?”
>”Usually I have a herd of about fifty ponies, but on Hearthswarming that usually doubles. During tourist season, I get ten or twenty more. Although this weekend, I’m expecting fewer ponies due to the crisis with the princesses in Canterlot.”
Anything else you’d like to ask?

>>29945511
Crisis? What crisis?

>>29945511
Ask if there has been any news about the crisis. Do they have a paper?

“Wait… what crisis?” You ask.
>”Oh, you hadn’t heard?” he asked. “I mean, I suppose you were bedridden and are now amnesiac… The Princesses Greater and Lesser have both gone missing, and there was some pony who appeared in the clouds the day before yesterday. Making demands. Much more than that, I’m not sure.”
”Is there anything about it in the papers?” You ask.
>If you were some kind of defense pony, this could be important to know about.
>”Details are scarce… I suspect the guard is trying to keep everything hush hush. I’m not concerned, this sort of thing happens. If it’s particularly bad, the Ascended will provide Element Bearers for us.”

>>29945770
I suppose they will. Lets hope it does not get bad enough the elements are needed.

>>29945770
Again, thank you. Let's check out the library next, want to?

“Yeah… I guess that makes sense.” You say with a nod.
>”Let’s hope it doesn’t get quite that bad,” Carrot says. “Usually the whole world’s upside down before the bearers are needed.”
>The pastor nodded. “It also does not do to rely too heavily on the grace of the Ascended… but I’m simply a pony, here to offer advice.”
>You nod.
“Thank you for your time, Pastor. You might just see me on Sunday.”
>”Think nothing of it. Have a blessed day, you two.”
>You and Carrot head out of the church, mind still full of questions and ideas.
>”Where to next, then?”
“I was thinking the library. Seems like it could help trigger some memories.”
>”Maybe, makes sense. I’ll show you the way!”
>You slip through the strips on your way over to the library, a grand old oak-house, carefully grown out to be a large and gorgeous building, so big some of the branches hang out over nearby buildings.
>But as you approach, you see a sign plastered over the door. “DEADLY SERIOUS ILLNESS INSIDE. DO NOT ENTER.”
>Carrot looks at that for a second. “...huh. That doesn’t sound good.”

>>29945931
I highly doubt my mysterious past grants any sort of disease resistance.
lets go to the university instead.

what was this skirmish 18 years ago the pastor was talking about.

>>29945931
University it is, I suppose. What kind of work did you say you did there?

“I guess we’re not visiting the library today...”
>Carrot steps up to the sign and takes a closer look at it. “It aint her hoofwriting, somepony else must of put it up for her...”
“How do you know it’s not the librarian’s hoofwriting?”
>”She practices this calagra-something… anyway her’s is real pretty.”
>Taking a closer look at the sign, you can’t deny that the writing is sloppy. But either way, the message is clear. You also vaguely remember overhearing a doctor talking about this yesterday. Not that it was really any of your business...
“I guess if the library is off limits today, we could check out the university instead. Maybe something there will jog my memory… or I could ask them about this thing around my neck.”
>You gesture to the key that won’t come off, and not for lack of trying.
>”Yeah, maybe. Couldn’t hurt to ask somebody. And hey, didn’t the doctor say your amnesia was magical? Maybe you could ask about that too. I know some of the professors pretty well, I could introduce you around.” Carrot starts to redirect you back across town, towards the university.
>The idea of another pony, professor or student, poking around in your head isn’t exactly reassuring…

>>29946327
Ask about the skirmish on the way.

Pausing here. Go ahead and let the thread die, I'll be back most likely on Thursday. Thanks everyoen for playing!

>>29946327
We do need their help though. This is a problem that obviously isn't going to fix itself.

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