It was late afternoon in Ponyville, the sun just beginning to turn golden as it neared the horizon, which was about the time things started winding down for the small but interesting little town.  Out in the town square all manner of ponies were finishing up their business for the day, from Berry Punch stumbling home from the bar-and bumping into more than a couple ponies on her way there, slurring apologies as they passed her on-to Golden Harvest hauling away her carrot stall for the

H’aerindu had just woken up at the Quicksand in Ul’dah when a moogle fluttered in, holding a letter that held Y’shtola’s flowing script. With a nod of thanks and a tip she accepted the letter and opened it.What she read made her eyes widen minutely as the message from her friend told her about an experiment for which she required her assistance. It wasn’t exactly the sort of thing she was looking to do today, but who was she to turn down a request – and from a close friend of hers, n

It was a pretty active evening at Azur Lane tonight. Many of the Kansen had been out and about, taking in and participating in the events Akashi had set up. Taking inspiration from many of the elements found in classic RPGs, the Sakuran repair ship had turned a part of the port into an interactive park for several days, and Laffey, Javelin, Z23, and Ayanami had participated, even dressing up for the occasion thanks to the various costumes Akashi was selling.
“Wow, that was so much fun~&rdq

*Swallowing*“Mmmph! MMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!!”“Mmmmmmm~”“He’s almost down,” Abigail said in an almost sing-song voice, her familiarly cheerful and encouraging demeanor on bright display. But her voice let on a bit more than just that, like a touch of her own personal excitement, and maybe even one or two other feelings which tended to sneak out in these situations. Not that it mattered; with only the two of them in the room, no one else was around to hear her.