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#Post#: 3766--------------------------------------------------
Act One: The Bonne Pomme Convention
By: Nivalia Date: June 19, 2019, 11:39 am
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Things have gone missing. Ponies have gone missing. Creatures
have gone missing. Monsters roaming the world has caused nations
to bind together in alliance. Other than the strategic benefits,
the melding of cultures has prospered all over. Friendship has
never been more powerful. Neither has the power of the coin.
Business have started to become international. Trading has
boomed, and one mare plans to expand. A convention, the first of
its kind, has opened in Prance. Owners, representatives,
contractors, military and political staff all converse. Vendors,
venues, and presentations all happen at the Bonne Pomme
Convention Center, one of Prance's most lavish structures in all
the country. Multiple floors and high rise ceilings create a
stunning display. Of the five days, the convention is within its
second night. The sky is clear as a full moon rests above.
Security itself is of course high, an international task force
is seen around every corner. For now, Nivalia and her staff trek
throughout, networking as much ad possible. The changeling
couldn't believe it. It's been less than a decade. From a small
shop in Vanhoover, to one of the largest medical dispensaries in
Equestria. And it's all just the start. Her hair is tied up in a
professional bun, her attire business formal. An ID lanyard
hangs from her slender neck. And the best part of it all, is
that she wasn't hiding. She was herself; her true self. A smile
of glee and pride stretches across her face. This is going to be
a day that will stand in history.
Music from all over the world play in their own small venues as
well as a main concert located in the center of the facility. An
interior plaza is lined with booths full of food, information,
or entertainment. One would guess that with such a diverse
crowd, language could pose some difficulties. But with a spell
and a charm, Bonne Pomme was surrounded with an atmosphere that
allowed anyone to speak with anyone; no matter their origin.
Friendships are formed all over. The coming of the night didn’t
stop the festivities. Candles, lamps, displays, and all sorts of
magic form a comforting glow of light around the Convention
Center. The center stage was a light show for hours on end.
Maintenance workers also were out and about. Lights, trash,
small repairs all were going on the area. But each we’re given
such praise, food, and drink, one could guess if some were
really working. Overall, Bonne Pomme was always a buzz, and the
city itself is full of life.
#Post#: 3769--------------------------------------------------
Re: Act One: The Bonne Pomme Convention
By: Foxtrot Date: July 3, 2019, 5:43 pm
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"Are you sure, lieutenant? There couldn't have been that many."
"Yea, it was. At times it fluctuated, but usually that. Hold
that thought" Foxtrot shuffles past a group of yaks. Once past
he looks around, "We only were ever in teams up to five. Only in
rare occasions would the whole organization be focused on one
operation. Ok, so I've passed the second outpost. How are we
looking on comms, Newton?"
"All squads reporting in on time. We're good. The Prench Guard
sent us an update to their changing shifts, two hours."
The stallion nods to two Hippogriffs with a warm smile. Sporting
his usual attire, he passes off as any tourist bystander. His
whole platoon is in civilian wear. Equinox's Intel Unit was
specifically requested by Princess Luna herself. An event such
as this requires subtlety in protection. There are very
important allies both domestic and foreign here, they are the
utmost importance. There are other teams from around the world
here too. Each the best in their fields. Bonne Pomme was heavily
patrolled, security always present.
"Thanks. I'll buzz you in the next rotation. Out." Foxtrot
continues through the crowds. The scent of food is intoxicating,
but a full belly isn't affected so much. He had to admit, it was
a nice change of pace from the past couple of months. Ever since
he heard of what happened to the Directors, he and Omega have
been discussing what to do. Go after them? Wait? It was tough to
think about. It got tougher when a week later his former
Handler, Agent Lima, showed up at his door. She looked like she
had gone through Tartarus and back. But the look of defeat and
guilt stuck with him the most. They talked. Questions,
explanations, accusations, debates, all were had in the
following month. But things improved, slowly.
The unicorn arrives at the main plaza. Bands play on stage as a
small crowd listen and dance before them. Maintenance staff are
backstage, setting up props, lighting and effects. A routine has
set into the atmosphere as visitors and presentations all wait
to display their new discovery to the world. He's also expecting
a few familiar faces amongst the crowd. It's become welcoming
fun though today. He's hate to admit the amount of snacks he's
eaten already.
#Post#: 3770--------------------------------------------------
Re: Act One: The Bonne Pomme Convention
By: Nivalia Date: August 3, 2019, 7:14 am
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It's been a few hours of attending meetings when Nivalia finds
her brother doing his favorite thing, eating. Chuckling to
herself, she approaches him and waves. "Yo Fox! I see you're
enjoying the festivities?"
He grins and turns to her, giving her a wave. "Too much
festivities. I'm ready to roll over and sleep. How has your
networking today?"
"Productive. Five contracts, actually. Tons of new friends, it's
so refreshing. This whole thing, the festival, it's…"
"Amazing. I feel the same." Foxtrot looks over the area. It
really was something. Friendship is flourishing, looking back to
his sister, he notices a change in her looks. She was glowing,
literally. It wasn't too obvious; it looks more like a polish.
The amount of love must be incredible. Good though. Her look of
relief and happiness are the best thing to come out of all this.
He reaches over to a nearby water bottle and takes a sip. "I
talked to Ebony. Things are going well. I haven't heard anything
come up so…"
"So no news is good news. Add some good news and you make it a
better day!" Nivalia continues. Foxtrot is pleasantly surprised
at how positive she's been. It's refreshing. His smile fades
slightly and she notices. "You thinking about them?" He nods,
"Yea, me too. I can't believe it's only been a few years. My
goodness, with all that's happened…"
"They would be proud," Foxtrot concludes. "I can't help but
think about today though. If what we learned was right… It'll be
soon."
"Perhaps, but no matter how much we prepare…"
Foxtrot yawns, looking like he's rehearsed this so many times.
"What can go wrong, will go wrong. Trust me, I know. Same
applies to them too, you know?"
Nivalia herself cracks a smile, "True, true. So, we may as well
enjoy ourselves in the meantime. There's a concert tonight. I'll
be there; wanna join?"
"Sure. My shift ends in a few hours. Meet here first?"
The changeling nods. Getting up and stretching, Nivalia lets out
a small yawn of her own. "Ah jeez; I better get moving before I
catch your sleepiness. I'll see you around bro. No trouble!"
Foxtrot tilts his bottle to Nivalia as she leaves, "No
promises."
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