*static*
The mayor’s voice booms throught the city, stirring anyone who happens to be sleeping awake.
And likely stirring a few hordes of Strange Ponies as well.
“GOOD MORNING FILLIES AND GENTLECOLTS! IT IS SEVEN OCLOCK IN THE A.M.! THIS IS YOUR MAYOR, STUDS MCKENZIE, CALLING OUT TO YOU FROM CITY HALL! THE CANTERLOTIAN AIRSHIP HAS ARRIVED AND IS ACCEPTING PASSENGERS ON A FIRST COME FIRST SERVE BASIS! WHEN THE SHIP FILLS, IT WILL LEAVE IMMEDIATELY FOR CANTERLOT AND THE SURROUNDING AREAS! INFECTION CHECKS WILL BE CONDUCTED AT THE GATE SO LEAVE YOUR STRANGE PONIES AT HOME!
FOR THE REST OF YOU, I SINCERELY HOPE I SEE YOU THERE!
AT THIS RATE, YOU HAVE AROUND FORTY-EIGHT HOURS BEFORE THE SHIP LEAVES!
UPDATES WILL BE GIVEN EVERY FIVE HOURS BY MY ASSISTANT, MS. CHERRY BERRY!”
A female’s voice purrs over the intercom, “Good Morning, Survivors. Please do, if you can, make your way to the airship immediately. It is located at the following coordinates:”
She rattles off a series of numbers and cardinal directions.
“For the layponies out there who do not have maps, it is on the northwesterly side of the island, near the Peckish Pony Diner on Seventh and Spruce. Good luck to all of you.”
The intercom clicks off, signaling the end of the transmission.
OOC
In an undisclosed location somewhere on the island, a butterscotch tan unicorn peeks out from his 3rd story window. Giving a slight cough, he says to himself, ”It’s about time somepony started taking action…”
He leans to his right and taps a corked glass container filled with a viscous, clear liquid. ”You have no idea how much I would like to be in Ponyville right now. But, I have work to do here.” He continues writing on several pieces of paper. When he finishes, he opens his window and throws them to the winds.
”Knowledge is power…”


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