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[foolish_seal]

I need rockets.

[Minato what.]

Not big ones. I need some of those small rockets you find in model kits. Magic-powered, fuel-powered, whatever's available here. Needs to be a bit more than five kilograms of lift each, and I'd say...

[He looks offscreen for a moment to count something.]

Around eighty rockets in total, give or take.

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[foolish_seal]

...You know, you say that, and something will go wrong.

[nvcr]

Yeah, I know.

Let's just hope it's nothing like the incident of 2005 back home. Those of us who survived that day dare not speak of the details, but...

Well, I sure do miss having Roman candles around.

[foolish_seal]

Worst case scenario, I've got healing spells. We'll be fine.

[nvcr]

I'll try my best to trust your judgment.

Is this by any chance for Nephenee's beach party?

[foolish_seal]

Yep. You gonna be there?

[nvcr]

It depends. I would very much like to be, but sometimes? I just find myself lying in bed, reminding myself that nothing matters, that none of this...none of it might even be real.

Other times, my joints assail me with the pulsating, immense pain of a distant sun, except instead of the instantaneous death you'd suffer from being vaporized by an actual sun, the pain mostly just lingers.

[Because Lyme is terrifying.]

Both are very unpredictable.

[foolish_seal]

...Ah.

[Not an answer he was expecting. Geez, Cecil.]

[nvcr]

I'm battling Lyme disease.

Or rather, I'm not so much battling it as vehemently denying it control before I shake my fist, screaming at the Lyme that it shall rue the day it ever messed with me.

[foolish_seal]

That's... actually a pretty good image.

[The disease part still sucks, though.]

Hopefully you feel well come Monday. It'd be good to see you there. After this past month, we all need some sort of fun that doesn't get interrupted by a cold, heartless deity.

[nvcr]

I shall pray in my bloodstone circle that she doesn't appear.

That said, have we got an actual date for it yet?

[foolish_seal]

Yeah, Neph said it was Monday next week, and lasts until Wednesday.

[nvcr]

Oh.

Worst comes to worst, then, I might have to leave early.

Of course, we are allowed to return to our homes to sleep or perform other necessary tasks, right? There was this company picnic back home that lasted for more than two weeks as we were brutally corralled into Mission Grove Park, unable to sleep or leave the premises, as the masked picnic captains erected their heavily-electrified "volleyball nets".

I don't care how many chili cookoffs you promise, that's a recipe for the worst company picnic ever. Ugh.

[foolish_seal]

It's a bit of a trip to the beach, but I'm sure somepony like Alastor would be willing to get you back to Ponyville if you need. The train can get you back pretty quickly, too, so no pressure to stay.

Threadjack!

[superstylishsquid]

I'm starting to feel like a taxi.

[foolish_seal]

[Oh hey Alastor what's up.]

It's an honorable profession. Why haven't you started charging for it already?

[nvcr]

Sounds like a plan! I'll just make sure to announce it over the community calendar, sooooo...I'll see you there?

[foolish_seal]

Yep. See you there.