I have been heavily procrastinating, but I think I have a decent reason! I've been working hard on writing the stories I use here! One of them is going to be my NaNoWriMo project if everything goes well! But there's a chance I'll be hospitalized for monitoring (I'm totally fine and okay, just monitoring!), and that may make it hard to keep up the two-thousand words a day pace.
Forgotten Friday #205 - アルディオ / Arudio
Who is Arudio?
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All of that stuff going on in the past was kind of a bummer. Let's check in with some happy people in this installment of A Spectrum of Apple Skins!
"So," Apple Bloom tapped her spoon on the rim of her container of vegan yogurt. "You found the lady who did this?"
Emily pulled her legs up to her chest as she nodded. She glanced down at the yogurt and asked, "Do you usually eat in bed?"
It was crunch time for several of the publishing house's clients, and Emily had been completely slammed while everyone around her was doing literally anything else. For Apple Bloom, she expected it. But Bella and Edwin were just obnoxious with their lack of care.
Usually, Emily did all of her work and research in her office. She caught Apple Bloom up in the kitchenette. But she did not want to spend another second in the office after putting out fires every day for a week straight. Apple Bloom saw how worn out Emily was, and knew the best option was to get her away from the building. Apple Bloom had learned that inviting yourself to someone else's house wasn't a very good thing to do, so she had invited Emily to hang out with her in her loft.
"It ain't because I'm a pony," Apple Bloom let out a small laugh. "Granny Smith would whoop me if she saw me eating in bed!" Granny Smith wouldn't whoop Apple Bloom, because that just wouldn't happen in the land of Equestria. However, Apple Bloom was picking up American turn of phases. 'Whooped' sounded more fun than 'gave a lecture'.
Emily flopped over onto her back. All she could think in the moment was that Apple Bloom's bed was unreasonably nice. It was huge enough for both grown women to sprawl out and not touch, and it was soft enough for her to just sink down into it. After a few moments of wishing she had bought a better bed for her own room, she began speaking. "I looked at the financial records and pieced it all together. The… psychic?" Emily rolled over and propped herself up by her elbows, "The person who did it has a vacation home in the Gulf Reclamation Project. I got the address and everything."
"Now where's that?" Apple Bloom turned to set her yogurt on her nightstand. After setting it down, she turned back to Emily with wide eyes, "And does this mean road trip?"
Emily laughed. "Yes! Road trip!" She paused as she tried to figure out how to explain where they were going. Apple Bloom didn't know what Florida was, but just saying 'to the South' felt cheap. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "Imagine - beaches with sugar white sand and clear skies. Crystal clear turquoise waters with little fishies and dolphins!"
"Somewhere with no clouds?!" Apple Bloom moved her legs and flopped onto her stomach. "How?!"
"Well," Emily laughed. "Anything is possible with billions of dollars. It's possible to use robots in planes to disperse the eternal clouds and let the sun through. They don't do it all year, but Spring and Summer? It's stunning."
Apple Bloom let out a soft squeal before composing herself. "But wait, it ain't Summer no more, right?"
Emily sighed, "Yes, but it's a timeshare. Even if we could keep Freddi on the hook for an entire year, Miss Psychic is only down there on the off season." She mentally chastised herself for making a fish pun, even though it really worked.
Road trip?! Road trip! But more planning is needed, of course.
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