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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Inner Wall
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	The colorful Valkyrie and her horse, Cadence, both stared expectantly at the filth-slathered Richard, waiting for an explanation as to his present state; one which, to put it mildly, gave the man an appearance of having been passed through the lower intestine of a beluga whale on the undersea equivalent of All-You-Can-Eat Curry Taco Night before tearfully hitting Binge Eater's Anonymous. 

	Thanks to the antics of a single wayward, ringtailed mammal, the answer wasn't coming right at that second. From somewhere seemingly at random, a possibly suicidal raccoon bolted [i]underneath[/i] Cadence. In response, the much larger animal completely blanked on its training, rearing and opening himself up to Stage One of what promised to be a World-Class Horsey Freakout. An experienced rider [i]might[/i] be able to smooth out the problem. Luckily, Bridgette was an experienced rider. Smooth, however: Not her forte. 

	Cadence was a destrier, originally trained as a jousting mount. It had been a fair piece of time since he had been ridden in the Lists, but horses have long memories. This particular horse has been ridden into actual combat, more than a few times. Smooth be damned, there [i]was[/i] a way around this momentary lapse in discipline. Bridgette cradled the length of pipe under her arm and leaned forward on her rearing mount. Tapping the pipe on Cadence's flank, she shouted a single exclamation of, [color=orangered]"HYAH!"[/color] and dug her knees in. Not smooth, but smart - channeling the direction of the horse's emotions from startled excitement to battle charge. 

	Cadence was a combat horse. It was time he remembered it. 

	The noble beast responded by wagging its nose back and forth for a second and planting its hooves back upon solid ground. He felt the weight of his rider lift from his back, supported by stirrups alone, and could even tell that her weight tilted forward. That's the direction to go, then. Cadence snorted, and bore his powerful frame onward at a gallop. Bridgette's face opened to a wide, toothy smile. It was like the Gordian Knot solution: To hell with calm and subtlety - Just break through it. 

	Ok, the moment that she was done fixing welds, Bridgette was going to take Cadence for a hard ride along the Outer Wall. But for now, more pressing emotions pushed their way to the fore. 

	[color=orangered]"I swear to FUCK I'm going to turn that shitweasel into a hat! C'mon, Cadence... DICK! HOSE! NOW!"[/color] 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Exterior Mess Hall, Rear
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	Satisfied that Zoie had her captive under control, Ash walked back around and grabbed the dolly containing his appropriated spoiling fruit. The smell was lightly repulsive; humanity had evolved to understand and avoid rotting fruit. Traditionally, that's when the tiny, squishy creatures moved in to slurp up the sugars therein, also the time when bacteria set up summer homes and made mammalian consumption perilous at best. 

	However repulsive it might have seemed to the average human on any given day, the trained expert could look upon it with longing and purpose. This would make a fine, potent batch of hooch. No mere utility alcohol here, no. That was the stuff made from acorns and dandelion parts, maybe turning animal feed or whatever was handy and plentiful, unfit for human consumption. This - this was a beautiful (if overly soft) batch of yummy Georgia Peaches. This state was known for them. Rotting or not, the beverage made from it would be grand indeed. Of course, the big question remained: A lot of very young Peach Wine, or a moderate amount of distilled Peach Spirits? He could decide after the mash formed. 

	Just for now, a more pressing question had to be voiced. Ash looked back to see if the good Doctor was following him, inquiring, [color=steelblue]"Hey Doc, was that a raccoon, just hauled ass by?"[/color]