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Title    = Motivational Inspirations
 
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|Summary = Rainbow Dash gets a pep talk from Rocket Raccoon in another average night at the UR.
 
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|Who    = [[Jack Hawksmoor]], [[Rainbow Dash]], [[Rocket Raccoon]]
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|Who    = [[Hinoken]], [[Jack Hawksmoor]], [[Rainbow Dash]], [[Rocket Raccoon]]
 
|Date    = October 15th, 2019
 
|Date    = October 15th, 2019
 
|Where  = [[The Usual Restaurant]]
 
|Where  = [[The Usual Restaurant]]

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Motivational Inspirations

Summary: Rainbow Dash gets a pep talk from Rocket Raccoon in another average night at the UR.



Who: Hinoken, Jack Hawksmoor, Rainbow Dash, Rocket Raccoon
When: October 15th, 2019
Where: The Usual Restaurant


Hinoken-icon.gifJack Hawksmoor-icon.gifRainbow Dash-icon.gifRocket Raccoon-icon.gif

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The Usual Restaurant(#1836R)
You walk into a very large restaurant with high ceilings that leave the rafters exposed. Fluorescent lamps hang from the ceiling, adding light to the floor and tables. Windows adorn the sides of the place, looking out onto the chaos that is Twisted. On some of the walls are paintings, photographs, and holograms of different movies, and a number of people who tend to visit the UR - caught as they're singing karaoke. The hardwood bar rests at the back of the restaurant, surface polished and shiny and all-together spotless (most of the time). Behind the bar are the various beverages that are serveed, and a giant mirror. There seem to be an inordinate amount of different drinks. A large stage rests in one of the corners of the restaurant, with an amazing sound system and a few microphones strung around it. Multiple round wooden tables are in the room, and a swing door leads into the kitchen. Another door leads to the dance club, and another to the gym. And of course, there's an exit. A large fireplace nestles in one of the walls, with a beautiful stone chimney that flows up and out. A long spiral staircase rests near the entrance to the kitchen, leading to a second-floor balcony that overlooks the UR itself. The lights up there are a bit dimmer than those down below.


Jack Hawksmoor is settled at a table close to the bar. No food or drink present, but he's got a map of the city...a physical map, apparently a computer printout. He's making marks on it in pencil.

With a wagging of hands to shake the excess water free, a short figure wanders out of what must be the Little Raccoon's Room to wander toward the bar. The mess he made the other day wasn't necessarily on purpose, and it's not like he left behind a lot of trashed components, but today this fuzzball seems to have few things extra along with him. "Pardon," he says as he sidesteps to avoid somebody's path; not everybody watches their step, after all.

Jack Hawksmoor glances over at the short furry alien guy. He's got his pencil between his (remarkably clean) teeth. He tugs it out so he can offer a "Hey."

With a hop made to look easy, the short and fuzzy one mounts a barstool and stands upon it. "It's me, it's me. I'm back. Out wif va old, in wif va new. I need a /refill/, please and fank you very much." Turning about, the raccoon guy has a seat on the counter itself and glances from one side to the other looking for snacks. Don't some bars offer nuts or things?

In reply to the greeting given, if slightly late due to attention to priorities, the masked figure returns, "'ey, 'eya, and 'allo, mate. What's news wif you? Awful big crossword puzzle you 'ave vere, innit."

Jack Hawksmoor laughs. "It's a map." He's not encountered anyone quite like what appears to be an anthropomorphic raccoon and has already filed Rocket in the part of his brain reserved for truly strange things such as, and for example, ponies.

"No flarking way, mate. You don't say?" retorts the raccoon with equal amounts sarcasm and amusement. He can see that much from he's seated; Jack's table is close to where he sits at the bar, after all. "'owevuh, when most people pull out maps like vat it's t'plan bank 'eist geh'aways and mass-bombings, yeah?"

The way this raccoon guy says as much isn't even under pretense of secrecy or subtlety. He sniffs the air smugly. "Most people do vat kinda fing in veir own 'omes, or secret lairs. What makes you so special?"

"Then," Jack says mildly, "It's a good thing I'm a cop, isn't it." He's amused.

Poking his head through the kitchen door, Hinoken not-so-quietly responds to their conversation with, "Cops can still go bad! Personal experience!"

Rainbow Dash wanders in, not floating as usual, taking her usual spot at the bar. "Cider...fries and veggie burger please," she requests

Rocket looks entirely unimpressed, but not at the expense of seeming rude. He slowly and exaggeratedly shrugs his shoulders. "...eh!" That's it. Just 'eh', at least at first. He gets a drink refill, finally, despite being served in a new glass and takes the time to drink deeply from a pint that visually seems a bit too large for the small mammal.

Clicking his tongue after the draw on the dark brew, the raccoon kicks his legs a little. "Don't get me wrong, mate. Vere is an appreciation for 'onest aufori'y, but too many places I've been 'ave, more often ven not, been policed by corrupted aufori'y." What is said almost far too casually is capped by a cool look straight over to Jack. The fuzzy guy isn't the lease bit shy to make eye contact. "Get me drift? So..."

A smile creeps onto the ringtail's face. "What makes you so special?" This time, it is said slower with greater emphasis and enunciation.

Jack Hawksmoor shrugs. "I know full well that anything I say is just words." He leans back in his chair. "Would it help if I said I hadn't been one for that long?" Eye contact with Jack is slightly freaky. There's just the hint of red in the back of his eyes.

The raccoon is a cool customer. He's had to stare down cosmic horrors and has faced many wars. That said, he doesn't wear that experience as a mask. He's a thinker. It's easy to see the gears turning in his head as he observes and interacts, but he doesn't do this from a disconnected point of view. He's social and isn't afraid to engage.

"Sure." Relenting to that line of reasoning, even if it sways opinion or not, allows Rocket to move along to, "We'll go wif vat. Seems valid enough t'me on va surface. So, Officer...?" He pauses briefly to acknowledge fishing for a name in introduction before continuing. "What's yer map for, if you don't terribly mind me asking...in front of uhvuhs?" After all, it was quite the public place. Rainbow Dash's appearance is noted. A pity she didn't stay long enough for the bubbles last time.

Rainbow Dash is know for many things, patience isn't one of them.

Hinoken soon comes up to the bar from kitchen-side and places down a tray with Rainbow's order. "Cider, fries, veggie burger!"

Rainbow Dash says, "Thanks," without much enthusiasm. Munches."

"Jack Hawksmoor," the man supplies. "And just mapping some of the specific dimensional disturbances. Been trying to get a handle on whether there's a pattern." He lifts a hand to the pony.

"Not a bad idea. Depends greatly if vem disturbances is actually Dimensional Incursions or if vey might be Universal Collisions. Plotting vem down may not mean a fing if vey don't follow va same timelines or chronospatial coordinates, know what I mean?" The pint is nursed a moment further, enough so that the small mammal can slip from the counter to the stool and from the stool to the floor to cross the distance.

"I'm Rocket, by va way. Sparkles and Sunshine there and I met in a previous Nexus, but we didn't know va nature o'va place. We 'ave...more questions now van evuh."

Rainbow Dash considers corecting Rocket, but she knows he's just egging her on. Besides, Sparkles and Sunshine are Unicorn sisters. She sips some cider, munches some fries and glances over her shoulders.

"Rocket." The man abruptly gathers up his map. "I'd honestly love to talk about that, but I just thought of something important I need to take care of." He smiles at the raccoon. "Another time." And then he heads out. Through, for once, the door.

The raccoon is left standing there with beer in hand, watching the man gather up his things to depart in a hurry, and so Rocket turns on his heels to make a face over at Rainbow Dash whether she's looking or not. "Well, okay ven. Vat went swimmingly. You fink I went and scared 'im off?"

Rainbow Dash says, "I dunno about that guy. He says he talks to cities. Kinda out there," Pegasus to Space Racoon. "I gotta get outta this rut somehow. How do you manage? Oh yeah," she looks to the drink in his hand. She turns about on her stool. "I gotta get somekinda goal or do SOMETHING besides just whining about getting home."

"Okay. Let's 'ave a talk." And it won't even be about physics and astronomy! Rocket decides to take the spot nearest Rainbow Dash, although getting up onto a stool with a beer in hand is a bit more difficult to neatly do than hopping off of one, so a bit of ale sloshes out onto the counter.

Putting the glass down and wiping up a bit of it with a finger, Rocket licks it clean. "I'm beginning a'fink vat we've been looking at vis all wrong, at least from our experience previously in vat Tokyo place and now winding up 'ere. You see, love, ovuh in vat uhvuh Nexus we was in, most a'vus felt very out o'place. But it felt like it were somefing odd, and some people vere even 'ad va abili'y to make portals back, yeah? It was somefing we could overcome, surely, if we 'ad time and resources."

Rainbow Dash says, "Yeah...there was that David guy who had a ship an' stuff that could breach dimensions. Wonder if he broke something he shouldn't have? Like messing around with stuff he wasn't suposed to be messing with. And there was Vibe who was supposed to be able to just DO that kinda things, yeah," she nods."

"Precisely. Now, did vey break somefing? I can't answer vat, but I can say I don't fault 'em for trying. No, I fink va issue is somefing far far deepuh." Plunking down on the countertop again, the raccoon sits but doesn't exactly stare at Rainbow Dash. Rather, he allows his eyes to wander over the interior and the other occupants.

"Now, I've been frough a lot. I've seen a lot. And, while /vis/ may be a first, I'd like t'fink it's still somefing I can work out. I don't know va nature o'vis place, but it's very odd for some of us to wind up in a strange land and fewer of us still to wind up displaced yet again, 'ere." Rotating the glass in his hands, his gaze grows a little distant as he settles into deep thought.

"Vis place don't feel va same. Sure, vis building looks va same as'at uhvuh one where we came from before, but somefing is amiss. I'm 'aving meself a 'ard time considering allovus mere victims to some universal hiccup. I fink..." Rocket pauses to be sure he wants to say as much, then doubles down on the notion and continues.

"I fink we may 'ave been selected, in some chao'ic loh'ery wot we may not be able to direc'ly compre'end, and, if so, we aren't 'ere as victims. We'd be 'ere for a purpose."

Rainbow Dash hmmms and thinks about that. 'I guess..the odds would be pretty good that...even if we did get displaced, it's kinda weird we'd wind up being stuck together in the same place again. Ya figure there's a hay-load of other places an' dimensions and stuff, why'd we wind up here in the same place? Ya think we're supposed to what....protect this place or something?

"Or maybe there just ain't as many nexuses as you think." comes Hinoken's voice again, this time as he leaves the kitchen with his apron slung over his shoulder. Seems he's hit his clock out time, as he takes a seat next to the two and crosses one leg over the other, resting the elbow of one arm on the table. "Just a suggestion though. I don't pretend to actually know what I'm talking about."

Rocket puts his glass down and spreads his arms. Some things he simply doesn't have an answer for and this is one of them. "Search me, love. I really don't know. But take into consideration vat vere are many peoples from many places, many wot 'ave very particular -- and some outright powerful -- abili'ies, and you wind up wif a powderkeg of uncertain'y. Eivuh vere is some sort of cosmic anomaly actively pulling people in from various chronospatial coordinates wot needs a'be stopped or else, well..."

The raccoon pauses. "Va more mundane problem issat, while some like Officer Hocksmear might be a sketch, vere are certainly going a'be vose 'oo are going to be dangerous and will actively prey upon Displaced Persons wot might make great targets." He facial expression goes serious for a moment. After all, as the news back in the Tokyo place showed, much to Fluttershy's trauma, Rocket is very experienced in dealing with those types. "Do you get me meaning?"

A third has appeared! Rocky pulls his attention back into the Now most directly and offers a half shrug. "You'uh not wrong. Dimensions is one fing, multiple universes is anuhvuh, and vis...zero-zero coordinate stuff is a bit new t'me first'and."

Rainbow Dash says, "Yeah, I can see that. Kinda thing had me wondering back in NT about..how..like everypony you'd meet had somekinda power of ability or something. Yah never saw anybody come through that wasn't magical or super or super freakin' smart or what have ya."

"Now, I'm not going a'pretend and say vis is easy, cuz believe you me, love, I 'ave me own friends wot I miss terribly. But, psychology is important. Positivi'y...is important. You are more alert when you are in 'igher spirits compared a'being down and feeling gray. Positivi'y is also contagious, so being suppor'ive and keeping people in smiles 'elps keep uhvuh people safe."

This might all be a bit strange coming from one who doesn't normally talk out problems and instead follows the mantra as stated by a famous comic artist, Scott Adams: "A wise man once said, 'Vere are very few personal problems wot cannot be solved frough a sui'able application of 'igh explosives.' People don't come t'me for advice as often as'ey should, because I'm 'oo vey call in when talking doesn't work."

"Still, affec'ing va moods o'vose around you is very much a strategic and conscious effort, a play on va board, so in case somebody does do somefing stupid, people are aware. People stay safe. And safe people always need friends. From what I 'ear, you and your fellow girls know a fing or two about va importance of friendship, yeah? Does'at experience extend beyond your 'omeworld? Can it? ...will it?"

Rainbow Dash says, "Yeah, yer totally right Rocket- Totally lost myself and what I'm all about! Won't do my friends any good either if I'm just sittin' around mopin'. I'm Rainbow Dash. I'm not supposed ta let anything stop me! Gotta make a diference no matter where I am." She grins. "Make this place 20% cooler.""

The raccoon points a finger. "What I said stands, vough. I don't find vis a'be some kind of accident. We're probably 'ere for a reason. You are insurmountably fast. You 'ave va best abili'y to really get t'know vis place, yeah? It's easy to stick t'places wot feel familiar, like vis building, but you should probably push your comfort and really get out vere and see what vis place is about. Chances are, love, you could easily be one o'va first to arrive on any scene when somebody new winds up Displaced. And, if you evuh need stopping powuh against somefing you find wot needs blasting, you can always come get me, yeah?"

Rocky doesn't look like much, though.

Rainbow Dash says, "Yeah...yer alright, Rocket," she grins. "I'll try an' not let it get around though," she teases. "Think I'll go out and flex my wings some- you need anything, let me know. I totally owe ya." With that, she heads out the door and there's a resounding BOOM outside!"



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