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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 5, 2011 15:38:01 GMT -5
She blushs a bit, "I... I am no more special then any other pony..."
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Post by typewryter on Sept 5, 2011 15:42:08 GMT -5
"You are to me."
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Post by chetoos on Sept 5, 2011 15:54:06 GMT -5
Chetoos's secretary, Plastic Case, called Type's office
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 5, 2011 21:29:49 GMT -5
She blushs a bit more, then shakes head, "I.. umm... thank you...." looks up a bit, "Y-you needed something Dr. Capony?"
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Post by chetoos on Sept 5, 2011 21:37:02 GMT -5
Plastic Case returned to Chetoos's office. "Sir, I called his office, several times, but it would seem they have left." Chetoos sighed and slumped over onto his desk "Great. I need to get this project finished before the end of the week, or I'll lose half my team. Why don't you go work on your Resume, I'll start work on your Letter of Recommendation tomorrow." Plastic Case's head turned down at the thought. "Y-yes sir." She knew he was just preparing for the worst, but she didn't want to say it. Chetoos paced back and forth behind his desk. "I just need to figure out what it is that causes spells to target." He spent the rest of the day pacing and trying out new code fixes, hoping to find the one golden goose.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 5, 2011 22:57:51 GMT -5
The phone at Chetoos's office suddenly rings, one of Mythics Clones having finaly gotten to the phones, returning the call.
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Post by chetoos on Sept 5, 2011 23:00:49 GMT -5
Plastic Case lazily grabbed the phone, focusing far more on her resume. "Hello, Chetoos's office, Plastic Case speaking. Who is calling please."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 5, 2011 23:13:50 GMT -5
The clone smiles, "Oh, hello, this is Miss Swirl, I am Mr. Type Wryters Assistant at the Royal Archives, I'm sorry we missed our original calls, Mr. Wryter Stepped out and... the assistants have all be working on other projects and didn't reach the phone in time the time we heard it," she nods to herself, "We were wondering if there was anything we could assist you with," she says plesently.
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Post by chetoos on Sept 5, 2011 23:15:41 GMT -5
Plastic Case smiled. "Oh, no trouble, my boss, Mr. Chip ((I decided his name is Chetoos Chip)), was just wondering if Mr. Wryter could come down to Equus Comp. and help solve a problem we are having with a program we are writing."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 5, 2011 23:20:11 GMT -5
Mythic hovered up his schedual board, "Hmm... oh, here we go, he could be there tomorrow at 8 am, is that soon enough?" she asks.
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Post by chetoos on Sept 5, 2011 23:26:40 GMT -5
Plastic Case was practically falling over with giddiness "That would work perfectly, I'll write it in immediately. Thank you for your time." Hanging up the phone, she burst back into Chetoos's office. Chetoos was still pacing "I told you, I'll get your letter of recommendation done tomorrow." "No, I just got off the phone with Typewryters assistant, and he will be here tomorrow at 8 am to help with the program!" Plastic practically screamed, she was so happy. Chetoos was just as taken aback "What? Call the team around, everypony is off work early today, and the first round of doughnuts is on me!"
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Post by alcapony on Sept 6, 2011 19:23:10 GMT -5
"I'd hate to be intruding, and I have to go back to the clinic anyways. Miss Mythic, it was a pleasure to meet you, and I'll be around later Type" With that, Dr. Capony leaves the restaurant and gallops to the clinic with allspeed.
When he got to the clinic, his associate, Dr. Frostbite was doing her best with a new case. "Capony! There you are, Just got a new case this morning a little after you stepped out, same symptoms as the others." The doctor sighed to himself. "Any changes? Any mutations or growths?" "None yet sir, he seems to be early in the symptoms". The doctors contemplated this information, and began to search every medical record they could find for anything to do for these poor ponies.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 6, 2011 19:41:00 GMT -5
Mythic nodded lightly, "Have a nice day Dr. Capony!" waves him off, then turns to type, before she can talk, her horn glow, she blinks, then frowns, "... Mr. Wryter... you have an appointment to go see Mr. Chip tomorrow at 8 am..." she sighs a bit.
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Post by typewryter on Sept 6, 2011 19:46:32 GMT -5
"Hm? Why so glum, Mythic?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 6, 2011 20:46:09 GMT -5
She frowns a bit, looking away, "... Its just... business as usual it seems.... was hoping... was hoping the joy of being your... your fillyfriend would have lasted a bit longer... been a bit more magical..." she smiles a bit, "... guess five years of pining doesn't always end up having the same expectations you expect," giggles.
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