Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch turned red in embarrassment. "Ah... then that makes things a lot more easy I guess. Heh heh... As I've said, Whisper and I would have no problem in choosing rooms... Heh heh... Miss-communication just happened... oops.. "

Trit gives him another, longer hug. "It's alright, Pitch, everyone messes up once in a while." She then lets go of him. "Follow me upstairs, I'll show you the rooms and let you have your pick. Pretty much, one's opposite me, and one's next to me... Not anything complicated."

Pitch remained red when Trit hugged him. Being hugged by a mare, made him feel quite warm inside.

He followed Trit upstairs, and was lead to the two bedrooms she mentioned, side by side. They both looked really nice; nothing fancy; they just looked like plain old guest rooms. He trotted into the bedroom on the right, and jumped onto the bed. He sunk right into, it was so comfy. "I'll take this room." he spoke softly, has he snuggled into the pillow.

[Morlodania]

Pitch remained red when Trit hugged him. Being hugged by a mare, made him feel quite warm inside.

He followed Trit upstairs, and was lead to the two bedrooms she mentioned, side by side. They both looked really nice; nothing fancy; they just looked like plain old guest rooms. He trotted into the bedroom on the right, and jumped onto the bed. He sunk right into, it was so comfy. "I'll take this room." he spoke softly, has he snuggled into the pillow.

"Alright. I'm right across the hall from you. Have fun moving in, setting your things up and whatnot. I'm going to go into town myself. I need to do a couple things." Trit headed back downstairs, and changed cloaks quickly, admiring how nice of a cloak Pitch had got her. He really does have good taste in cloaks. She turned to Ghost. "I'll be back in a little bit, I need to do a couple things." She headed out the door, and went to a tavern, the Tipsy Witch.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Pitch remained red when Trit hugged him. Being hugged by a mare, made him feel quite warm inside.

He followed Trit upstairs, and was lead to the two bedrooms she mentioned, side by side. They both looked really nice; nothing fancy; they just looked like plain old guest rooms. He trotted into the bedroom on the right, and jumped onto the bed. He sunk right into, it was so comfy. "I'll take this room." he spoke softly, has he snuggled into the pillow.

"Alright. I'm right across the hall from you. Have fun moving in, setting your things up and whatnot. I'm going to go into town myself. I need to do a couple things." Trit headed back downstairs, and changed cloaks quickly, admiring how nice of a cloak Pitch had got her. He really does have good taste in cloaks. She turned to Ghost. "I'll be back in a little bit, I need to do a couple things." She headed out the door, and went to a tavern, the Tipsy Witch.

Frost was staring at the mug of vodka in front of her. There was a fine layer of ice on the outside and it was being filled by the third bottle of vodka. "So much for making friends then." She muttered and glanced around. The bottle levitated back to the table and she lifted the mug to her mouth, downing the liquid in one go. "Hahaha like you need friends! You were fine playing with hay bales on the farm!" She said aloud with a chuckle. Her cloak was slung on the table and caps were lying around it although nopony dared try tempt fate. The dead stallion with his head iced up was still lying on the floor by the bar.

As Frost looked up from her drink she saw Trit enter the tavern and gestured for her to come join her. "Oh it's you, Ghosty's marefriend. What you doing here?" She said and stared back down at the table.

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch remained red when Trit hugged him. Being hugged by a mare, made him feel quite warm inside.

He followed Trit upstairs, and was lead to the two bedrooms she mentioned, side by side. They both looked really nice; nothing fancy; they just looked like plain old guest rooms. He trotted into the bedroom on the right, and jumped onto the bed. He sunk right into, it was so comfy. "I'll take this room." he spoke softly, has he snuggled into the pillow.

"Alright. I'm right across the hall from you. Have fun moving in, setting your things up and whatnot. I'm going to go into town myself. I need to do a couple things." Trit headed back downstairs, and changed cloaks quickly, admiring how nice of a cloak Pitch had got her. He really does have good taste in cloaks. She turned to Ghost. "I'll be back in a little bit, I need to do a couple things." She headed out the door, and went to a tavern, the Tipsy Witch.

Pitch remained lying in the bed, enjoying everything about it. After awhile, he jumped out of bed, and tended to his belongings. He didn't really have a lot of things with him, so, getting settled wasn't a problem. Just a few clothes, his zebra rifle he had since the war, a few belts of grenades, his unnoticeable cloak, and another knife vest. When he was done, he took out the bottle of vodka he bought at the inn, and went down stairs.

"Is it alright if I drink, Master Ghost?" Pitch asked Ghost, as he sat on the couch. He presented him the bottle of vodka.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Pitch remained lying in the bed, enjoying everything about it. After awhile, he jumped out of bed, and tended to his belongings. He didn't really have a lot of things with him, so, getting settled wasn't a problem. Just a few clothes, his zebra rifle he had since the war, a few belts of grenades, his unnoticeable cloak, and another knife vest. When he was done, he took out the bottle of vodka he bought at the inn, and went down stairs.

"Is it alright if I drink, Master Ghost?" Pitch asked Ghost, as he sat on the couch. He presented him the bottle of vodka.

"As long as you don't do it in front of Kindle, he's too young for that. You don't have to call me Master, no need for formality." Ghost replied, he too sat on the couch, "Have you ever listened to The Adventures of Daring Do?"
Ghost asked.

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch remained lying in the bed, enjoying everything about it. After awhile, he jumped out of bed, and tended to his belongings. He didn't really have a lot of things with him, so, getting settled wasn't a problem. Just a few clothes, his zebra rifle he had since the war, a few belts of grenades, his unnoticeable cloak, and another knife vest. When he was done, he took out the bottle of vodka he bought at the inn, and went down stairs.

"Is it alright if I drink, Master Ghost?" Pitch asked Ghost, as he sat on the couch. He presented him the bottle of vodka.

"As long as you don't do it in front of Kindle, he's too young for that. You don't have to call me Master, no need for formality." Ghost replied, he too sat on the couch, "Have you ever listened to The Adventures of Daring Do?"
Ghost asked.

Pitch remained silent thinking about it, as he levitated a glass to pour his vodka in. "You know what... it has been literally centuries since I've read Daring Doo, never mind listened to Daring Doo." he said, remembering that he was only a foul in his early teens, when he last read a Daring Doo story. "Can I listen to one?" he asked. He took a sip of his vodka.

[Morlodania]

Frost was staring at the mug of vodka in front of her. There was a fine layer of ice on the outside and it was being filled by the third bottle of vodka. "So much for making friends then." She muttered and glanced around. The bottle levitated back to the table and she lifted the mug to her mouth, downing the liquid in one go. "Hahaha like you need friends! You were fine playing with hay bales on the farm!" She said aloud with a chuckle. Her cloak was slung on the table and caps were lying around it although nopony dared try tempt fate. The dead stallion with his head iced up was still lying on the floor by the bar.

As Frost looked up from her drink she saw Trit enter the tavern and gestured for her to come join her. "Oh it's you, Ghosty's marefriend. What you doing here?" She said and stared back down at the table.

Did she say marefriend? Trit went a little red when Frost said that, but sat by her anyway. "Hey. Wanna share that vodka you got? I could really use a drink..." Trit looked over at the cloak and caps, wondering how the pony had managed to keep them safe, as she had not seen the stallion at the bar.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Frost was staring at the mug of vodka in front of her. There was a fine layer of ice on the outside and it was being filled by the third bottle of vodka. "So much for making friends then." She muttered and glanced around. The bottle levitated back to the table and she lifted the mug to her mouth, downing the liquid in one go. "Hahaha like you need friends! You were fine playing with hay bales on the farm!" She said aloud with a chuckle. Her cloak was slung on the table and caps were lying around it although nopony dared try tempt fate. The dead stallion with his head iced up was still lying on the floor by the bar.

As Frost looked up from her drink she saw Trit enter the tavern and gestured for her to come join her. "Oh it's you, Ghosty's marefriend. What you doing here?" She said and stared back down at the table.

Did she say marefriend? Trit went a little red when Frost said that, but sat by her anyway. "Hey. Wanna share that vodka you got? I could really use a drink..." Trit looked over at the cloak and caps, wondering how the pony had managed to keep them safe, as she had not seen the stallion at the bar.

Frost pushed the fourth bottle over to Trit. "Hold on a second." She said and waved at the bartender who came over a little nervously not sure how the mare would act when intoxicated.
"Erm, How can I help you ladies?" He said.
Frost muttered something unintelligible under her breath. "Mug for my friend . . . And get me a cupcake." She said with a drunken chuckle.
"We don't serve cupcakes miss." He said reactively.
"You do now." She said before turning to Trit, "Wanna cupcake?"

[Morlodania]

Frost pushed the fourth bottle over to Trit. "Hold on a second." She said and waved at the bartender who came over a little nervously not sure how the mare would act when intoxicated.
"Erm, How can I help you ladies?" He said.
Frost muttered something unintelligible under her breath. "Mug for my friend . . . And get me a cupcake." She said with a drunken chuckle.
"We don't serve cupcakes miss." He said reactively.
"You do now." She said before turning to Trit, "Wanna cupcake?"

"I would actually, thank you." She looked to the bartender. "Two cupcakes." She looked back to Frost. "Have you been here the whole time after you left, just drinking?"

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"As long as you don't do it in front of Kindle, he's too young for that. You don't have to call me Master, no need for formality." Ghost replied, he too sat on the couch, "Have you ever listened to The Adventures of Daring Do?"
Ghost asked.

Pitch remained silent thinking about it, as he levitated a glass to pour his vodka in. "You know what... it has been literally centuries since I've read Daring Doo, never mind listened to Daring Doo." he said, remembering that he was only a foul in his early teens, when he last read a Daring Doo story. "Can I listen to one?" he asked. He took a sip of his vodka.

"I was going to turn on the radio and listen to it, I collected the books, but I left them at my house in the Canterlot Ruins, their probably gone by now. I never had the time to read them anyway." Ghost said as he turned on the radio.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Frost pushed the fourth bottle over to Trit. "Hold on a second." She said and waved at the bartender who came over a little nervously not sure how the mare would act when intoxicated.
"Erm, How can I help you ladies?" He said.
Frost muttered something unintelligible under her breath. "Mug for my friend . . . And get me a cupcake." She said with a drunken chuckle.
"We don't serve cupcakes miss." He said reactively.
"You do now." She said before turning to Trit, "Wanna cupcake?"

"I would actually, thank you." She looked to the bartender. "Two cupcakes." She looked back to Frost. "Have you been here the whole time after you left, just drinking?"

"Pretty much . . . Well there was the five minutes between your house and here. . ." She said screwing up her eyes, trying to think.
"And then the few minutes I took to deal with him." She said pointing at the dead stallion.
The bartender interjected "umm about the cupcakes Miss Frost. . . ".
She looked at him, confused before she realised something, "Oh yes. Make them pink."
"But miss we don-"
"CUPCAKE . . . NOW!" She yelled, hitting the table with her hoof which made little icicles form.
He looked at her in terror before regaining his composure, "Yes miss. Will that be all?" He asked cautiously.
"Two more vodkas." She replied moodily.

He trotted off to see to the cupcakes, mug and vodkas

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch remained silent thinking about it, as he levitated a glass to pour his vodka in. "You know what... it has been literally centuries since I've read Daring Doo, never mind listened to Daring Doo." he said, remembering that he was only a foul in his early teens, when he last read a Daring Doo story. "Can I listen to one?" he asked. He took a sip of his vodka.

"I was going to turn on the radio and listen to it, I collected the books, but I left them at my house in the Canterlot Ruins, their probably gone by now. I never had the time to read them anyway." Ghost said as he turned on the radio.

"Well; I only read a few of them." said Pitch, as the commercials played, "And I've enjoyed them, I really did. I think it's great now that I finally get a chance to listen to one." Pitch then went silent as the commercials ended, and the announcer on the radio announced the title of the Daring Doo story: Daring Doo and the Mysterious Goo. "Ooh! I know this one." chirped Pitch, feeling like a foal again. "This one was my favorite growing up!"

[Morlodania]

"Pretty much . . . Well there was the five minutes between your house and here. . ." She said screwing up her eyes, trying to think.
"And then the few minutes I took to deal with him." She said pointing at the dead stallion.
The bartender interjected "umm about the cupcakes Miss Frost. . . ".
She looked at him, confused before she realised something, "Oh yes. Make them pink."
"But miss we don-"
"CUPCAKE . . . NOW!" She yelled, hitting the table with her hoof which made little icicles form.
He looked at her in terror before regaining his composure, "Yes miss. Will that be all?" He asked cautiously.
"Two more vodkas." She replied moodily.

He trotted off to see to the cupcakes, mug and vodkas

Trit gave a horrified expression at the dead stallion. "You... You killed him? W... Why? Why waste a life, take it. steal it from who it rightfully belongs to?" She shook her head, trying to get the thought out of her head. "Well... Anything you want to, like, talk about while we're waiting for those cupcakes?"

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"Well; I only read a few of them." said Pitch, as the commercials played, "And I've enjoyed them, I really did. I think it's great now that I finally get a chance to listen to one." Pitch then went silent as the commercials ended, and the announcer on the radio announced the title of the Daring Doo story: Daring Doo and the Mysterious Goo. "Ooh! I know this one." chirped Pitch, feeling like a foal again. "This one was my favorite growing up!"

"I've heard this a hundred times, I could probably reenact it. Don't ask me to, I might trip over Whisper by accident." Ghost chuckled.

[The Flutterlands]

"Well; I only read a few of them." said Pitch, as the commercials played, "And I've enjoyed them, I really did. I think it's great now that I finally get a chance to listen to one." Pitch then went silent as the commercials ended, and the announcer on the radio announced the title of the Daring Doo story: Daring Doo and the Mysterious Goo. "Ooh! I know this one." chirped Pitch, feeling like a foal again. "This one was my favorite growing up!"

"I've heard this a hundred times, I could probably reenact it. Don't ask me to, I might trip over Whisper by accident." Ghost chuckled.

Pitch turned to Whisper who was still unconscious. "Well; I guess that I should take him to his room." he chuckled, "I already got my room set up, so he could have the other room." He jumped out of the couch and trotted towards Whisper. He lifted him up with his magic, and went upstairs to Whisper's room. Pitch laid him on the bed and tucked him in. "Good night, my friend." he said, as he closed the door behind him.

He went back downstairs and sat back down onto the couch. Thankfully he didn't really miss much while he was upstairs, so he just laid back, enjoyed his vodka, while listening to the radio story.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Pretty much . . . Well there was the five minutes between your house and here. . ." She said screwing up her eyes, trying to think.
"And then the few minutes I took to deal with him." She said pointing at the dead stallion.
The bartender interjected "umm about the cupcakes Miss Frost. . . ".
She looked at him, confused before she realised something, "Oh yes. Make them pink."
"But miss we don-"
"CUPCAKE . . . NOW!" She yelled, hitting the table with her hoof which made little icicles form.
He looked at her in terror before regaining his composure, "Yes miss. Will that be all?" He asked cautiously.
"Two more vodkas." She replied moodily.

He trotted off to see to the cupcakes, mug and vodkas

Trit gave a horrified expression at the dead stallion. "You... You killed him? W... Why? Why waste a life, take it. steal it from who it rightfully belongs to?" She shook her head, trying to get the thought out of her head. "Well... Anything you want to, like, talk about while we're waiting for those cupcakes?"

Frost shrugged, "Nothing much." She said. "Oh if Pa could see me now, rich, drunk and a murderer. . . Everything he said I shouldn't be." She said with a sarcastic happiness.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Pitch turned to Whisper who was still unconscious. "Well; I guess that I should take him to his room." he chuckled, "I already got my room set up, so he could have the other room." He jumped out of the couch and trotted towards Whisper. He lifted him up with his magic, and went upstairs to Whisper's room. Pitch laid him on the bed and tucked him in. "Good night, my friend." he said, as he closed the door behind him.

He went back downstairs and sat back down onto the couch. Thankfully he didn't really miss much while he was upstairs, so he just laid back, enjoyed his vodka, while listening to the radio story.

"Guess I'll clean up the blood before it stains." Ghost said staring at the puddle of blood on the floor, he then went and got some cleaning supplies and started cleaning up the blood.

[Morlodania]

Frost shrugged, "Nothing much." She said. "Oh if Pa could see me now, rich, drunk and a murderer. . . Everything he said I shouldn't be." She said with a sarcastic happiness.

"Hmm. If my parents could see me now, they'd say it was uncanny how similarly we lived. On the road, never able to keep a friend, chased by the most horrid of luck, and orphaned. Almost exactly the same as how they said their lives had gone before they met... It's... Just odd."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Frost shrugged, "Nothing much." She said. "Oh if Pa could see me now, rich, drunk and a murderer. . . Everything he said I shouldn't be." She said with a sarcastic happiness.

"Hmm. If my parents could see me now, they'd say it was uncanny how similarly we lived. On the road, never able to keep a friend, chased by the most horrid of luck, and orphaned. Almost exactly the same as how they said their lives had gone before they met... It's... Just odd."

The bartender arrived with the mug, vodkas and the 2 specially made bright, pink, fluffy cupcakes. "Thanks . . . That's all, you can go away now." She said to him dismissively and passed the mug and another bottle of vodka to Trit.
"Your an orphan too huh? How'd your parents die?" She asked rather bluntly.

[Morlodania]

The bartender arrived with the mug, vodkas and the 2 specially made bright, pink, fluffy cupcakes. "Thanks . . . That's all, you can go away now." She said to him dismissively and passed the mug and another bottle of vodka to Trit.
"Your an orphan too huh? How'd your parents die?" She asked rather bluntly.

"Bad luck, really. We were hunting one day, my parents, my brother, and me, and we came across a very large cave... They decided to explore. Never came back out, because the cave was filled with manticores, and, well..." Trit looks down, trying to forget the thoughts that had been pulled up. She filled the mug with vodka quickly and downed nearly the whole mug all at once.

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch turned to Whisper who was still unconscious. "Well; I guess that I should take him to his room." he chuckled, "I already got my room set up, so he could have the other room." He jumped out of the couch and trotted towards Whisper. He lifted him up with his magic, and went upstairs to Whisper's room. Pitch laid him on the bed and tucked him in. "Good night, my friend." he said, as he closed the door behind him.

He went back downstairs and sat back down onto the couch. Thankfully he didn't really miss much while he was upstairs, so he just laid back, enjoyed his vodka, while listening to the radio story.

"Guess I'll clean up the blood before it stains." Ghost said staring at the puddle of blood on the floor, he then went and got some cleaning supplies and started cleaning up the blood.

Pitch turned to see Ghost cleaning up Whisper's blood. "Oh No. No." he said, jumping out of the couch and rushing towards Ghost, "I'm the servant here; let me clean it up..." Pitch grabbed the cleaning tools away from Ghost with his magic, and started cleaning. "It's my job to do chores around here, remember?"

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

The bartender arrived with the mug, vodkas and the 2 specially made bright, pink, fluffy cupcakes. "Thanks . . . That's all, you can go away now." She said to him dismissively and passed the mug and another bottle of vodka to Trit.
"Your an orphan too huh? How'd your parents die?" She asked rather bluntly.

"Bad luck, really. We were hunting one day, my parents, my brother, and me, and we came across a very large cave... They decided to explore. Never came back out, because the cave was filled with manticores, and, well..." Trit looks down, trying to forget the thoughts that had been pulled up. She filled the mug with vodka quickly and downed nearly the whole mug all at once.

Frost filled her mug ap again and took a bite of the cupcake, "That's a shame. Mine died in a flash freeze. I was the only survivor and naturally the farmers blamed me for it." She said with a scowl. "Called me the Ice Witch, said I'd murder all of them if given the chance." She said grimly.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Pitch turned to see Ghost cleaning up Whisper's blood. "Oh No. No." he said, jumping out of the couch and rushing towards Ghost, "I'm the servant here; let me clean it up..." Pitch grabbed the cleaning tools away from Ghost with his magic, and started cleaning. "It's my job to do chores around here, remember?"

"I spent so many years alone, it's just habit to do things even if I have others who could do it for me. It's going to take a while to get used to this." Ghost said, as he was froze in the position he was when Pitch took the cleaning supplies, mostly in shock. He then got up and sat back down on the couch, feeling slightly awkward.

[Morlodania]

Frost filled her mug ap again and took a bite of the cupcake, "That's a shame. Mine died in a flash freeze. I was the only survivor and naturally the farmers blamed me for it." She said with a scowl. "Called me the Ice Witch, said I'd murder all of them if given the chance." She said grimly.

"I'm sorry to hear that... Death is wasteful, really... So much potential, gone in an instant." She finished the mug, and started to refill it, then took a small bite of her cupcake. "It's part of life, though... No matter how hard I try to stop it. Even I'm not immortal..."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Frost filled her mug ap again and took a bite of the cupcake, "That's a shame. Mine died in a flash freeze. I was the only survivor and naturally the farmers blamed me for it." She said with a scowl. "Called me the Ice Witch, said I'd murder all of them if given the chance." She said grimly.

"I'm sorry to hear that... Death is wasteful, really... So much potential, gone in an instant." She finished the mug, and started to refill it, then took a small bite of her cupcake. "It's part of life, though... No matter how hard I try to stop it. Even I'm not immortal..."

Frost looked at Trit with a hint of sadness. "Life is a fatal disease for which there is no known cure . . . Well it was until the balefire hit." She replied. "I remember the days vividly . . . The days before it all turned . . . Grey." She said while staring at her mug of vodka.
"Our farm was hit by a freak blizzard. Everypony was frozen solid. I ran to the village to get help but after I told them what happened somepony shouted, "It was the Ice Witch's fault! Last year she froze my crops just because I told her to leave me alone." He said, I didn't do anything like that but it caught on. Soon they began blaming me for every flash freeze that had happened since my birth and even one from before. I ran back to the farm. " She said gloomily and finished her cupcake. "I stood by my family. Their frozen coats burnt when I touched them. They were dead and still I couldn't hold them." Frost was almost in tears. "The villagers came to get me. They broke down the door and pried me away from my mothers side. I kicked and screamed for them to let me go but they wouldn't. Th-they had a stake ready, with fuel soaked wood a-all around it." She was in full tears now, they iced up as they touched the air and clinked onto the table. "The unicorns tried to lift me onto the stake with magic. Their horns froze over which made them want me on the stake even more. Som-some of the earth ponies dragged me by the hooves. The burning made me scream and by the time they had gotten me to the stake their hooves were frozen to mine." She said and looked up at Trit sadly. "They got loose and tied me up. . . Then, they lit it." She said and dropped her head onto the table in full drunken tears.