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Post by chetoos on Sept 7, 2011 22:26:50 GMT -5
"Ok. Ms. Case, I'll be back later, probably around 9, depending on how long this takes." Plastic Case nodded. "Of course sir. I'll alert your other appointments. Do you still want to have lunch with the director?" "Probably best not to cancel that." "Understood sir."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 7, 2011 23:45:25 GMT -5
A Mythic swirl quickly approachs Dr. Capony, "Umm, Type is out at an appointment right now... whats the matter Dr?"
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Post by alcapony on Sept 8, 2011 16:46:06 GMT -5
The Dr shoves the photos to Miss Mythic, displaying horrifying growths coming out of the patients, and some medical records displaying how they're experiencing lots of internal trauma, as they feel something moving within them.
"We need any resource that even remotely relates to this, and we need it stat!"
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Post by chetoos on Sept 9, 2011 16:33:53 GMT -5
Is it the phoenix flu? I've heard that was going around in places like Ponyville. ((Inter-connectivity))
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 9, 2011 19:07:47 GMT -5
"O-o-oh dear!" rerouts all clones to medical and biology sections, "On it.... phoenix flu... I... I have never heard of that before..." swallows nervously.
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Post by chetoos on Sept 9, 2011 19:32:42 GMT -5
((Capony gave symptoms up a bit, and it isn't phoenix flu. Phoenix flu has flu symptoms, plus you catch on fire.)) I had Phoenix flu when I was about 8. I can probably help, if that is what it is.
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Post by alcapony on Sept 11, 2011 11:32:45 GMT -5
"It's not Phoenix Flu, too many growths for it to be that. And no one has combusted yet. Closest thing I could relate it to is the bubonic plague."
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Post by chetoos on Sept 11, 2011 11:49:58 GMT -5
I'm sorry, Dr. but I have no experience with this, and a cursory search reveals no information. Mr. Wryter, if I could get the Tass I came for, I apologize for leaving like this, but I'm afraid I'll just get in the way, and I need to get back to the company soon.
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Post by alcapony on Sept 11, 2011 11:51:51 GMT -5
"Give me whatever you have Type!"
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Post by chetoos on Sept 11, 2011 11:58:45 GMT -5
"Thank you, Mr. Wryter. Dr., I hope you find what you need to help those ponies. Good day." Chetoos returns to his company, and finishes the project, quickly. However, he waits until the next day to show his superiors. He takes the rest of the day off to look up information on the plague he heard about.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 12, 2011 15:28:54 GMT -5
Getting information from several clones reading, "... it could be a new mutation of the parasite... there is president of it..." shd nods a bit, looks to Type, "Permission to look into our... Zebra medical guides Mr. Wryter," first edition documents, so have to be treated with care and need permission to use.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Sept 13, 2011 20:09:49 GMT -5
She nods, and instructs her clones, "Hopefully they might have some information we do not..." she said quietly.
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Post by thepondfamily on Sept 24, 2011 0:42:07 GMT -5
Change: Because Riley Coltson could defend himself, he wasn't infested by the Zerg. Because of this, Intelligent Rory was taken instead. Because of this, Rory never discovered the Dollstable, and thus could not imprint himself, and since Typewryter was in Canterlot, he never fell in love with Star Catcher, and thus never wiped his memory. He never got back together with Amy, and thus Leslie Williams was never born, and Rory grew bitter because his wife and clone (whom he treated as a brother) were both lost. He took Intelligent Rory's genetic experiment/daughter Andrea under his wing (to be metaphoric). He also never fell for Agile because he never traveled through the woods under IR's direction, and because IR was gone, he never became a robot in the first place. So, Riley Coltson working out more led to all these changes XD ----------------------------------------------- Rory walked threw Canterlot, with a dark look on his face. He growled at everypony that got close, with the exception of Andrea, whom he gave a disapproving look to. She made sure her robotic wings weren't rusty, and turned to her sort-of uncle. "Rory... What are we here for?" "It doesn't matter, Andrea. Somewhere." To tell the truth, he didn't know where he was going. He was bored, and wanted to get his mind off of things. It made him less inexplicably angry and rude. That's why he wanted entertainment- He hated the world, and hated himself for it. He hated the world less when he was happy. Andrea noticed the Archives, and thought it might be a nice idea to see if there was anything there that would make him more happy. She sneaked away from him, and headed towards the archives.
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