Day after the Escape

7 January 2019

18:59 < SorrenDM> Outside was a gray stallion, about average height, unicorn, green mane. As Gyro caught him, he looked over, chuckled, rolled his eyes, then looked out ahead. "Wouldn't know, but then, I can't pick up mares just by exotic on this hunk of ice." He wasn't quite being hostile, but he definitely seemed slightly bitter as he spoke, then lowered his head, pointing with his horn to the right. "Same as the fifth floor, buddy. Elevators

18:59 < SorrenDM> on the north and south side, stairs in center if you need the exercise."

19:07 GyroFeather shakes his head with a grin. "I mean that helps, but she'll tell you, its my charming personality that's the biggest help. The exotic is just the initial inroads," he explains to him. "But thanks for the help buddy, and best of luck to you finding a partner around here. If stem is anything like it is back in equestria, there should be more mares than stallions about." But, its about then that the gryphon decides he's lingered enough.
He hightails it over towards teh elevators, but then passes the stairs on the way. Well...he really did neat that exercies he supposded...so he goes ahead and takes the opportunity to head...what did she say...up to recreaton? Thats probably it. The bird heads in that direction._

19:16 < SorrenDM> Gyro left right as the stallion was really starting to seethe.

19:16 < SorrenDM> Up two flights of stairs he would go, from floor 4 to 6, and open exiting the concrete stairwell, he would find himself in a wide and well-lit hallway, and would immediately be assaulted by the smell of breakfast--eggs and hashbrowns by the smell of it, and maybe something else as well. Of course, no meat, but could one expect from a mostly-herbivorous society?"

19:16 < SorrenDM> The sixth floor was rather nice. In the center was a crossroads of sorts, the open seating of the cafeteria and the kitchen taking up one full corner, large square windows looking over the dark expanse of ice and snow outside to provide a nice view while dining. Observation would reveal that obtaining a meal was as simple as a card-swipe and getting in line to dish yourself up. Kitty corner across from the cafeteria was

19:16 < SorrenDM> what appeared to be an inter-service mail room that likely also handled the distribution of personal packages when they arrived on base, and across from that was a sort of lounge area, with a couple rows of couches and a few large televisions displaying what appeared to be station-based programming. Also, considering it was around breakfast time, the sixth floor was rather well-occupied, stallions and mares flitting

19:16 < SorrenDM> about, chatting, eating. Further down the hall he'd spot signs labeling entry to the gym, a theater, a bar (currently closed), a spa, (also currently closed), a rec room of some kind. Your basic don't-go-insane-out-here standards of living.

19:23 GyroFeather scopes out the mess hall first, looing through the array of dishes without picking anything out quite yet, disapointed to see no meat...though maybe something that looks like it might be a substitute for his kind. Then he starts to wander the tables until he finds a spot where there just happens to be several gryphons all huddled together.
Sitting down next to them, he offers a smile and then leans over to ask, "Hey there, i'm new here...and was wondering, what exactly are /we/ supposed to eat? They know that we're obligate carnivores right?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at them._

19:31 < SorrenDM> Gyro would sit himself down beside two griffons dressed in what appeared to be some kind of security barding as they chatted over plates rather generously laden with food, eggs and hash browns, some crackers. One had coffee, the other had orange juice. The one across from Gyro had a chocolate-brown coat and gray, almost black plumage, and he was rather large, larger than gyro, but not particularly huge as far as griffons

19:31 < SorrenDM> were concerned. The who sat across from him, a sandy-looking bird was more around Gyro's size. Either way, they were both rather lean.

19:31 < SorrenDM> "New here?" the larger one asked, cocking his head a little to one side. "He blinked a few times, narrowed his brows, then burst out into raucous laughter. "Good one. Last convoy dropped by almost a month ago." His yellow eyes drifted up and down Gyro, in his vest. "Huh, didn't know there were any griffons on base that weren't security. Wha'dyou do?" He lifted his coffee and took a long pull from the mug, then shrugged

19:31 < SorrenDM> his shoulders. "Food's alright. They stock a lotta stuff high in nutrients. Eggs, milk. They got this shit," he said between shoveling bites of food in his mouth. "Comes in a can. Kinda like tofu."

19:31 < SorrenDM> "But not quite," the other griffon pitched in.

19:31 < SorrenDM> "Salted to hell but it's pretty good. Lotta processed meals."

19:40 GyroFeather laughs back at him and nodes his head at that comment. "Ah well...you're right of course. Its just this is the first time I've actually eaten here...I've been subsisting on care packages from home, knowing their lack of uhh...hospitality towards gryphons and all," he comments, rubbing the back of his feathers. "Unfortunately, I sorta ran out yesterday, and now I'm forced to eat at the caffeteria. As far as what I do, I'm just an intern from one of the labs. One of the hush hush dark projects at the far end, so I cant really discuss it tooooo much." He says, nodding his head. Surely security gryphons would know about security protocal. "I guess I'll get something and be back though."
Gyro wanders off to join the line and picks up an assortment of eggs, hash browns, and that strange meat substitute. He also pockets a bottle of catsup and some steak sauce, for use later. After about fifteen minutes in line, he's back over to join the other two birds._

19:43 < SorrenDM> "Oh, right!" the sandy griffon pitched in. "And Tuna!"

19:43 < SorrenDM> "Right," the darker griffon added with a grin. "Tuna. Ponies don't seem to care about the fish." He leaned back some and cast his eyes down at Gyro. "Trust me, what they don't have in food they make up for in paying me enough to be a very happy bird."

19:43 < SorrenDM> He waved gyro off, and by the time the colorful griffon had returned, he would find the larger, black feathered bird by himself, his partner having left, leaving him to second, or maybe third plate of food and another cup of coffee. He gave a polite nod as Gyro sat back down. "Yeah, kinda sucks. No mare care packs from home." He grunted. "Next convoy wont be through for months."

19:57 GyroFeather settles down in front of him, and playis with his food a little bit. He mixes the eggs, hashbrowns and substitute into one casarole-like dish as he looks up at the other bird. Gyro's eyes fall on his nametag, which he reads. "Ya, its quite the shame...no more rabbit jerky for a while...what was it, three months?" He asks, feeling out the time till the next journey where he'd have a chance to get out. That'd be a long time to survive out here for sure...especially without any real meat.
"They must pay you better than me....I dont think I quite understood the uhh consequences of coming out here like this. Its a little odd being so far away from home for so long. Ah well, what's done is done though." The gryphon tries his food...and finds it to be not quite to his liking, but at least edible. "Security though, I imagine that's not too tough of a job around here right? We're all pretty respectable scientists after all."_

20:04 < SorrenDM> _Baron._ That was his name. It seemed rather fitting, given his size and general stature, his yellow beak a stark contrast to his dark brown coat. "Hah, they better pay me better. What are you, an intern?" He licked his beak for a second. "Don't remind me that jerky exists right now." He shoveled in a few more mouthfuls of food. "Depends when the thaw is really. Convoys don't move out 'till the weather calms. Could be two

20:04 < SorrenDM> months, could be four. Usually lands somewhere in that range."

20:04 < SorrenDM> "It's easy for the most part, pretty boring. Mostly wound up getting called out to the bar at night." He nodded his head. "Generally a community of intellectuals. They're pretty tame. Most of the shit that goes down here--espionage. Way over my head. I'm just muscle. Do what Altic says and try not to go mad."

20:13 GyroFeather nods his head at that question, and then laughs. "Well, it doesnt exist as far as I'm aware. I bet there's not a single bit of it left on this station. Still...being security, if you were reallllly hunkering for something tasty, I'm sure there's a lab or two where they've got themselves some juicy rabbit test subjects. My lab did for sure, and it was always sooooo tempting to just gulp em down..." The then hastily adds after a second, "But I never did, of course. Else you'd have gotten to know me already, I'm pretty sure."
"So...what the most intersting thing that's happened so far on this station?_

20:24 < SorrenDM> The way Baron tilted his head and leaned in a bit seemed to say that he was most certainly curious, but rather suspicious. He paused his eating for a second, then slowly raised his coffee mug to take a sip. "Private laboratories are out of my jurisdiction. They handle their own security internally unless they request otherwise."

20:24 < SorrenDM> He went back to his food, before once again looking up at Gyro's question. He made eye contact for a second, then let out a little scoff. "Coupl'a poneis rutting down in one of the store rooms. Asked me if they could finish. I said sure, but I ain't leaving." He gave a tiny shrug. "So they finished, then of course I did what any good security officer would do, and escorted them to our security offices to administer

20:24 < SorrenDM> credit fines for unauthorized access to a restricted area on non-business oriented pretense." He leaned in towards Gyro just a little bit, and casually quirked one brow. "They offered to-- well no, _she_ offered to bribe me. It was soooo tempting to take." His voice was bleeding with sarcasm now. "But I never did, of course."

20:24 < SorrenDM> He straightened back up.

20:31 GyroFeather was starting to feel his feathers stand on end at this point and, as he looks down at his plate, he realizes that the's picked what little he had brought with him clean. THe smiles at the other bird and nods his head at that. "Of course, it'd be unprofessional I'm sure, and you dont seem like the type." He answers, defferentially. The gryphon deliberately glances up at the big clock on the wall, and then turnsback to Baron. "Anyways, was good to meet you Baron. I suppose I'll see you around here, should be easy to find eatch other as well...we both stick out a little," he finishes with a chuckle.
Gyro then gets up from his meal, and heads off to the gym, turning over what he'd learned hin his mind. Well...he'd have to somehow survive for about 3 months out here, and there's no doubt that some ponies would be looking for him, if no one else. FOr the moment though, he figured he'd spend some time exercising and mulling over his plan. This evening, he'd have to go peak back in to that lab...or maybe even raidNettles bedroom._

20:44 < SorrenDM> Barron smirked a little from the corner of his beak, grunted, then nodded as Gyro made his leave. Baron had made one thing rather clear to Gyro, he presumed that the smaller bird had likely done some wrong and just didn't care, and also accepted bribes.

20:44 < SorrenDM> The gym was... well pretty damn nice. Pushing through the door into the place, he would find himself on a small balcony that overlooked a room lined with treadmills and exercise bikes. The place smelled faintly of musk and sweat, and off to the right were the showers and locker rooms. And... there was a pool? Apparently there was a pool, albeit a somewhat small one, the king you might find at a budget hotel, but square

20:44 < SorrenDM> and with a current option that could be utilized for swimming.

20:44 < SorrenDM> A yellow mare with a towel draped around her neck gave him a polite nod as she trotted past, heading for the locker rooms, and a look down over the main exercise room would yield the sigh of eight or so ponies going about their morning routine. A distant echoing of a ball ricocheting every which way also suggested that there was a racquetball court somewhere as well.

20:57 GyroFeather walked away from that conversation feeling a fair bit better about his status here. He'd taken note that Barron's vest had a couple markers on it that he assumed were a signifier of rank, as similar marks had been on Nettle's outfit. At least he know he could count on Barron to turn the other way for a price. With that, the bird pokes his head into the Gym and was surpised to find just how spacious the whole thing was.
Over the course of several hours, he worked up quite a bit of sweat, flying laps around the track and and going for a swim in the cool water. He even spent a little bit of time at the weights, strength training his wings to handle a little extra weight that he now carried. He'd forgotten how nice it was to fly, having been caught up in the cramped quarters for as long as he had been.
When he was finally done, he checked into the fifth floor to see if everything was clear...and when it seemed it was, he started trying Nettle's key card on every door, slowly making his way around there. Hopefully no one would notice, and would just assume that Nettles was drunk, if the access card popped up on anything electronic._

21:08 < SorrenDM> Lucky for gyro, the keycard system on the habitation doors were a dumb system, and had no connection to any terminals. They solely read cards. The griffon would have to stop every now and then to let a pony pass so he didn't look suspicious, but after trying a good twenty or so doors, one would beep, and a green light would flash before letting him in.

21:08 < SorrenDM> Stepping into the mare's room, he would immediately be greeted with the heavy scent of a candle burning. A wan light from the the bathroom flickered as a cherry candle burned, just barely surviving on the very last of its wick. It had likely been left burning since she'd last left her room.

21:08 < SorrenDM> The rooms on the fifth floor _were_ much nicer. For one, there was a double bed, instead of a single, a full dresser, some room to move around, and a walk-in bathroom. The nightstand beside the bed was littered with trinkets, and the unmade covers still smelled of her. Closer inspection would yield the sight of a single framed picture, showing the late mare posing with a white pegasus stallion with a brown mane, a colt

21:08 < SorrenDM> sitting between the two.

21:18 GyroFeather chirps to himself when he finds the right room, and then takes note of the room number. The first thing he does upon coming inside is to go over to her desk and steal a notebook from it to write down the room number....come to think of it he wasnt sure what room Willow was in either...he might have to make note of that as well. Still he had a pretty good idea of about where it was. Maybe if he loitered there he'd be fine.
Anyways, he flips through the notebook to see if it happens to be blank, after deciding to start at the back of the book just in case. There he also notes Barron's name down for future reference. Its at about this point that he decides to rummage through everythign in her room, pulling out all the drawers in her desk and nightstand, as well as heading to the bathrooms and looking through all teh cupboards. Anything he found of interst, from foods and medicine, to odd trinkets he tossed onto the bed._

21:23 < SorrenDM> The notebook had nothing but trivial information in it, self notes here and there, one-word things meant to remind a mare of something.

21:23 < SorrenDM> The nightstand had some lingerie and a couple condoms in it, as well as a collection of other random, useless things. The bathroom yielded standard bathroom things. Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, a couple of prescription bottles that seemed to be painkillers and maybe something for stress. An unopened bottle of cough syrup.

21:23 < SorrenDM> Gyro's rummaging in the bathroom would be interrupted by the gentle sound of a card being swept through the slot on the door, and the gentle click of the lock as it released. Someone was coming in.

21:30 GyroFeather suddenly feels his feathers stand on end as he hears the click of the card key, and quickly closes the bathroom door. The gryphon then pulls out his stun stick and takes cover on the opposite side of the way teh door opened, so that he can be ready to strike if someone comes on in here. He'd not expected company for sure...but seems he'd have one none the less. Hopefully the entering pony would fail to see the underwear and perscription bottles on the bed, but he wasnt holding his breath on it.
As he lingers in the bathroom with his muscles tense and ready to strike with his newly energized weapon, he couldnt help but admire how the bathrooms were much bigger and nicer as well. Not only was there a shower, but there was also a proper tub and everything. Too bad he was with an intern and not a director of some sort..._

21:34 < SorrenDM> The stallion who entered was a yellow pegasus, with an almost obnoxiously blue mane, clad in a blue vest and full coat. He peered around the room, his eyes landing almost immediately on the pills on the bed, and the underwear. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath, swinging the door shut behind him. "Nettles, you here?" From out in the room, Gyro would hear the stallion moving about, and the griffon might

21:35 < SorrenDM> realize rather quickly that the gentle flicker of the candlelight from below the door would most certainly draw the stallion to it. "Nettles you better not be taking a fucking _bath_ right now? I went through hell to get your key code." He paused outside the bathroom door, then gave a few heavy knocks. "I don't know what fucking happened at the lab but I swear if you're OD'd in the tub."

21:35 < SorrenDM> There was a moment of silence, then the handle would slowly start to turn as the stallion let himself into the room, advancing forward through the doorway. "We need. To know. What happened."

21:41 GyroFeather waits for the stallion to mostly enter into the room before he suddenly jams the electric wand into his body hard, and then gives a couple more prods for good measure, before manhandling him into the bathroom and locking the door behind the both of them. "And you better stay down, if you know what's good for you. I'll tell you exactly what happened if you must know." The gryphon growls at him, and then backs up into the shower. There he reaches for a knob and turns it on, followed by that of the bath tub so that the sound will drown out any of the conversation that will be taking place.
"First question, though, who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in Nettles' room.
Gyro holds that wand menacingly at the pony as it crackles in the air, with eyes that just dare him to make a wrong move._

21:47 < SorrenDM> The poor stallion just wasn't prepared for any sort of a shock, and not a quite literal one. He let out a sharp yelp of pain in surprise as his body spasmed and he flopped over onto his side in a twitching heap. That shock baton was really fucking effective. It did exactly what it was meant to do--incapacitate with just the right amount of electricity to seize the muscles. He writhed on the floor as he was dragged into

21:47 < SorrenDM> the bathroom, panicking as he heard the door lock behind him. "What the fuck!?" he blurted, still twitching as he scrambled backwards, until he was sitting in the crook between the wall and the bathroom countertop. the card pinned to his coat read 'Flash.'

21:47 < SorrenDM> "I'm her.... co...... worker." He trailed off as his eyes settled on Gyro, and they widened in immediate shock. "I... what the fuck I thought you were dead?" He flinched backwards from the crackling wand. "Fuck hey! Easy with that thing."

21:54 GyroFeather grins open beaked at the stallion and then uses the toilet with the seat down as the chair as he stares down at the stallion before him. "Surprise surprise huh. I hope it'll warm your heart to know that justice has indeed been served here. I'm just a bit sad that we've already disposed of the pellet, else I'd introduce you back to her. Hell I'd have loved to cough her back up right on your chest." the gryphon coos with sadistic glee as he imagines the scene.
"However, I escaped and well...she helped aid me in it, before I gulped her down and sent her to the biomass plant like she belongs. Speaking of the dead though...tell me, what happened to all the other test subjects that were released previously. DId you or your employees harm any of them?"_

21:59 < SorrenDM> The stallion seemed to shimmy back a little further, as if he could somehow phase through the wall behind him. That baton hovering in front of his face was no joke. He took deep, sharp breaths, eyes flicking about the bathroom as Gyro sat. He was clear he was in fight or flight mode, but as the griffon before him spoke... well things started to make sense.

21:59 < SorrenDM> There was disbelief in the stallion's eyes, but behind that, he knew that Gyro was telling the truth. She was nowhere to be found, and Gyro had proven himself capable of consuming a pony last time he'd been in the lab.

21:59 < SorrenDM> The stallion gave his head a daunted and flustered shake. "She was just doing her _job."_ His eyes drifted down to Gyro's hips. More proof. "How do you even know about the b--" He stopped himself, then shook his head again. "It looked like a fucking nightmare night scene when we got there. Someone let everyone out of containment. We zapped who was still alive and stuffed them back in the cells."

22:10 GyroFeather narrows his eyes as the stallion speaks to him. "Well...you see, you made a mistake by coming here and looking after her. That breakout was all me...and a mutual friend of ours. She even made me a shiny new badge, I'm officially an intern here~" he coos with delight. "And, now I'm just surviving, before you decide to try and feed me to some other gryphon, or just ice me. I figure'd it was time for this gryphon to go off the reservation, though I must say, Nettles room is far nicer than the one I'm in. Sadly...I imagine it'll be reallocated soon enough when someone realizes she's gone wont they..."
The gryphon sticks a hind paw out, and extends one of the claws on his toes to prick at the nearest spot on the pony. "Now...if you want to live, you better start by telling me a list of everyone who participated in that sick experiement and was 'just doing their job.' And give me a room number too."_

22:13 < SorrenDM> The stallion seemed to be trying to process everything, and judging from the look on his face, he wasn't sure what was true and what wasn't, though he was starting to look a little panicky, and quite obviously didn't like being held hostage by shock baton. "W-we're a small operation," he said, distress creeping into his voice, wincing at the prick. "Nettles was the head of the program!" He paused. "She--"

22:13 < SorrenDM> Suddenly, he burst upwards, rushing the door, wings flapping as he slammed against it and started to undo the lock.

22:19 GyroFeather brings the shock baton down hard on the stallion as he rushes the door, giving it far more force than he needed to in order to make contact. Once the pony was splayed out on the floor once more, he readjusts the lock and kicks him over into the shower, and then turns up the temperature to what is most certainly scalding hot.
"You know...I've never had cooked pony yet...but I could find myself quite intersted in trying such a dish if you dont stay right here and answer my questions. You're already starting to try my patience here," he growls, and then jabs him with the baton once again, with teh effect amplified by him being coated in water.
"Now then...everyone who's apart of this program. Now." The bird demand sternly._

22:24 < SorrenDM> He had just gotten the lock turned when he was stuck in the square of the back by the baton. He let out another scream as he locked up and slid down to the floor, twitching and spasming. Rolling over, trying to get his hooves up to defend himself, he was more or less bullied over into the shower, where he landed in the tub with a thump. First the water was cold, but thanks to the boiler system that fed the facility, it

22:24 < SorrenDM> suddenly got very, very hot, steaming so. It wasn't enough to scald immediately, but it burned like fucking hell to the touch, and given enough time, it would likely start to burn.

22:24 < SorrenDM> Thrashing, he tried to climb his way out of the tub, but was met with the baton. Electricity sparked over his form and he let out a trembling wail as he arched his back and went as stiff as a board.

22:24 < SorrenDM> While the baton was calibrated to incapacitate ponies, when used on a wet coat (as the instructions warned you _never_ to do) it left a scalding burn, a patch of seared fur and angry red flesh. "Nettles... was the... facility manager!" he cried out, before jerking in the tub and once again trying to get himself out from under the scalding water.

22:29 GyroFeather decides to get a little more physical this time when starts to climb his way out, and uses his free claw to draw a deep gash in the stallion's shoulder. And then if he tries to get out again, the bird does the same thing on the other shoulder, figuring that if the shock baton wont do it, he'll have to inflict more crippling damage. He can see bright red welling up into the water that flows over the stallion as it leaks out of the new wounds, while the bird glares menacingly at him.
"Well then, if she's at the top...which I'm not sure I believe, then you better get to telling me who's below her, and where I can find them. Otherwise...well I can feel myself getting really hungry, and that smell of sizzling flesh from the shock baton reaqlly has me going," the bird threatens, and yet a look of glee was plastered on his face, like he was rather enjoying this whole ordeal._

22:33 < SorrenDM> The first slash hacked through the shoulders of the labcoat he was wearing, and he fell back with a cry of pain, which immediately turned into a wail of agony as he found himself once more under the searing water. Red welled up on the shoulder of his coat, which was completely soaked by now, water ran down his glasses, and despite the pain of being slashed, the full-body searing he was getting from the very high-quality

22:33 < SorrenDM> boiler system was a whole lot worse. He tried again, and again he was slashed back with another scream. "Shut it off!" he managed to wail. "Please fuck! Shut it off!"

22:33 < SorrenDM> Just standing near the waterfall of droplets form the shower would leave Gyro feeling warm and the room rather balmy. It was some damn hot water.

22:40 GyroFeather could actually feel his feathers starting to wilt now as the hot stream starts to work its way into them, and he knew that whatever he was feeling, the pony in there was feeling it all the worse, and even here, some of the water droplets would sting when they splash up onto him.
"I havnt heard any names yet. Do you want me to shut it off or not, you pathetic waste of meat. Give me some actionable information and then I may just turn the water off for you, and...and even go ahead and let you go. Otherwise, I'm just going to sit here and let this cook you alive, till your meat is practically dripping off the bones and nice and succulent."_

22:44 < SorrenDM> The stallion let out agonized yelps and gave agonized, writhing thrashes, the breast of his coat having gone red, his mane now soaked to his face, his flesh starting to go pinkish below his white fur. Considering his color, it was rather easy to tell the shift in tone. Of course, the water could never boil him, or actually get him to the point that his skin or fur would fall off... immediately, but if left under there he

22:44 < SorrenDM> would very well develop debilitating burns. "Can't think!" he wailed, his voice a few octaves higher than it should have been. "R-rickers!" he managed to yipe out. He started to say something else, but it turned into a wail and another desperate attempt to launch himself from the tub.

22:53 GyroFeather meets the next wild attempt with the shock baton, but this time he's caught off guard. It still lands, but not cleanly as the rod jams right up into the other's eye and the heat generated causes a little pop as it bursts inside of him. While the stallion is dealing with the results of having his eye exploded, the gryphon turns the water down to a freezing chill once more.
He looks down at the poor sod, hoping that he hadnt accidentally knocked him out with a blow to the head. Regardless, he then returns to his spot, ready to react to another attack. "Rickers...where does he live? what room? what's his post?"_

22:56 < SorrenDM> Flash went stiff as a board, freezing in place as the baton not only jabbed into his eyeball, which would have caused irreversible damage from blunt force alone, had it not even been powered. The fact that it was powered literally _popped_ the stallion's left eye, liquifying it in a sudden gush of mucus and blood before Flash flopped back into the tub like a wet fish, twitching, spasming in the tub as his one remaining

22:56 < SorrenDM> eye started to roll back.

23:01 GyroFeather lets out a long sigh as the stallion was now dead. Great he'd been a little to harsh on the pony and now look what its led to..."Well fuck you too then. I'll figure out who this Ricker fellow is myself. Serves you right for being inovlved with this whole affair. "
At this point, the gryphon strips the stallion down, turns the shower back on full heat and then resumes ransacking the bathroom for the last few remaining goodies. He notes the one name he picked up on his notepad. Then he digs through FLash's clothes to find what he could, including his key card and maybe some other things. Its a shame that Nettles had nothing terribly interesting in her room. All of that must have been down in her private office instead.
This time, the bird wedges a chair beneath the door handle, and settles down for a nap on the rather comfortable bed, leaving his pony meal to slow cook for an hour or two as he does so._

23:10 < SorrenDM> Hooves twitching, mouth falling open, the stallion slumped back. Maybe a medical professional would have noticed that he had gone into pain shock, but Gyro was _not_ a medical professional, and so he was stripped and left there, his belly already turning a very unhappy red, the sack between his splayed hindlegs already hanging as low as it could possibly go as the stallion gave little twitches and jerks. One thing was for

23:10 < SorrenDM> sure, he would most certainly be more than dead when the bird returned.

23:10 < SorrenDM> From Flash's soaked coat, he would of course obtain his keycard, and a syringe of... something clear and unmarked. Nettles had a hair dryer, for whatever good that would do Gyro, some more pairs of skimpy undergarments, a laboat or two, and in her dresser, tucked below a pair of stockings, he'd fine a full bottle of middle-shelf rum.

23:17 < GyroFeather> Inventory (on person denoted with *)

23:17 < GyroFeather> Nettles Key Card *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Flash Key Card *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Gyro Key Card *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Shock Baton *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Catsup Bottle*

23:17 < GyroFeather> Steak Sauce Bottle*

23:17 < GyroFeather> Lab clothes*

23:17 < GyroFeather> Notebook/pen *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Bottle of Rum

23:17 < GyroFeather> Clear syringe

23:17 < GyroFeather> Pain Pills

23:17 < GyroFeather> Cough Syrup

23:17 < GyroFeather> Anxiety Pills

23:17 < GyroFeather> Skimpy Lingerei

23:17 < GyroFeather> PINNED: Inventory (on person denoted with *)

23:17 < GyroFeather> Nettles Key Card *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Flash Key Card *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Gyro Key Card *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Shock Baton *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Catsup Bottle*

23:17 < GyroFeather> Steak Sauce Bottle*

23:17 < GyroFeather> Lab clothes*

23:17 < GyroFeather> Notebook/pen *

23:17 < GyroFeather> Bottle of Rum

23:17 < GyroFeather> Clear syringe

23:17 < GyroFeather> Pain Pills

23:17 < GyroFeather> Cough Syrup

23:17 < GyroFeather> Anxiety Pills

23:17 < GyroFeather> Skimpy Lingerei

23:18 < GyroFeather> PINNED: Inventory (on person denoted with *)

23:18 < GyroFeather> Nettles Key Card *

23:18 < GyroFeather> Flash Key Card *

23:18 < GyroFeather> Gyro Key Card *

23:18 < GyroFeather> Shock Baton *

23:18 < GyroFeather> Catsup Bottle*

23:18 < GyroFeather> Steak Sauce Bottle*

23:18 < GyroFeather> Lab clothes*

23:18 < GyroFeather> Notebook/pen *

23:18 < GyroFeather> Bottle of Rum

23:18 < GyroFeather> Clear syringe

23:18 < GyroFeather> Pain Pills

23:18 < GyroFeather> Cough Syrup

23:18 < GyroFeather> Anxiety Pills

23:18 < GyroFeather> Skimpy Lingerei

23:18 < GyroFeather> Bedding

23:26 GyroFeather gathers up all the important things, from the medicine, alcohol, and a few undergarmets, and the blankets/sheets and pillow from the full bed into a bundle when he wakes up from his long undisturbed sleep. After he's finished getting everything together, the bird makes his way over to the bathroom, and as he opens the door, he can smell the scent of cooked meat hanging in the air, leaving him drooling.
"MMmmmm~ Never had pony before, but I suppose today is as good as any to start out. He turns off the water to see that much of the fur of the horse has already soaked off and gone down the drain. GOod riddance too, as that would make a mess anyways. Using his talons as the only sharp objects he has on him, he tears off each of the legs and gorges on three of them, filling up his crop to the brim, with some of it heading down to his stomach as well. The taste was aboslutely delicious, a nice salty porklike flavor that started at a tender medium all the way down to a succulent rare right next to the bone. He really didnt want to eat the whole stallion...but he'd have to dispose of him somehow...but for now he'd deal with the other leg.
That one he starts to cut into cubes as best as he could approximate with his talons, and then finding a gallon sized plastic bag in her room, he stuffs them inside, filling it to the brim. He labels it 'Taffy' then adds the chunks of meat to the pile too.
NOw to deal with the corpse...well the only thing he could think to do was to stuff it into the other pillow case and haul it down to the trash shoot. So, loading up the body inside and closing the top, he peaks out the door, and upon finding the coast clear, hauls ass to drop Flash off._

23:36 < SorrenDM> What a miserable end for the stallion.

23:36 < SorrenDM> Gyro wouldn't be contested on his trip down the hall, and despite the fact that he rode with a mare down to the first floor, she didn't pay him much mind, despite looking directly at the lump pillowcase he was carrying. If anything, Gyro looked like he was hauling laundry. And to be fair... there was a laundromat on the first level.

23:36 < SorrenDM> The signs in the main hall would direct him to the garbage room, which was more or less exactly as Willow had explained it. A room with several different chutes in the wall labeled with different things. One of the many different sorting options was "organic materials only."

23:36 < SorrenDM> It was a good thing everyone usually had business to attend to on the station, or the bird would get many more looks carrying odd things around, but considering at least one in five ponies was carrying something or pushing a cart of some kind, he went largely unnoticed, and was able to make his way back to Willow's room on the fourth floor completely uninterrupted.

23:36 < SorrenDM> It had been left unlocked--likely through the blue mare's foresight.

23:36 < SorrenDM> Gyro would have a good hour to himself there before he'd hear the sound of the lock electronically unlatching, and the small mare pushed inside.

23:43 GyroFeather had spent the time organizing his spread that he'd pulled out of Nettles room, placing it all on the desk, while the bedding he'd arranged into a messy nest of a sheet, blanket, and pillow all over the floor. It would, of course, look like the gryphon had raided the medicine supply cabinet during the day and picked a couple choice things out. Thinking back to his trip, he really had to find a way to get ahold of one of those carts, so he'd look more official with whatever he needed to move around.
When willow finally enters, the gryphon is laying on the floor in his new 'bed' and he looks up to face her. "Oh hey! Have you had a good day? Did you get fired and orded to work in a different lab?" The gryphon asks, a smile plastered upon his beak. He opens the bag of 'taffy,' and pops a cube into his mouth, taking care to really savor it like its a sweet piece of candy._

23:47 < SorrenDM> The mare gingerly stepped in the room, more or less having to step around and over his hind legs so she could get in to close the door. "No," she said with a huff. "I was cleaning up that mess all day. Ritter and Flash are trying to salvage what they can." She went stiff as she looked at the stuff on the desk, then down to him, then back to the desk. "What the fuck did you do? What are you eating?"

23:52 GyroFeather grins at her and the offers the bag to Willow such that the label was facing her. "Well...I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, talked a little bit with a gryphon by the name of Baron, exercised for several hours, trying to get these wings back into shape, and well, took a visit to Nettle's room. I salvaged what I could out of there, as you can see. As far as these, well these were one of the things I found in there. Its candy, some strange variety of taffy based on the label. I like it, go ahead and have a piece yoruself~" The explains, looking up expectantly at her.

23:54 < SorrenDM> She lowered her brows some. Right, well the medication and the alcohol made sense. She looked back down to the bad, then up at him, then down to the bag before reaching down, snatching a piece, popping it into her mouth, chewing twice, then slowly coming to a stop as she closed her eyes and inhaled. "This is meat," she said through closed teeth, eyes still closed.

23:58 GyroFeather has trouble holding a straight face as she takes a taste of the offered treat, which had gone cold by the that Willow had gotten back from her trip. As soon as she stated the obvious, teh bird no longer can contain himself however, and he breaks into an uproarious laughter from teh look on her face. "Alright fine, you got me. But had you ever tried meat before? Its pretty good, right? Surely you want another piece." The bird takes another bite and offers her a second one.
[00:00:00] - {Day changed to Tuesday, January 8, 2019}

00:00 < SorrenDM> "Yes, I've tried meat before," she said around the food in her mouth, gingerly chewing a few more times before swallowing with a grimace. "No. I'm good." She groaned, then took a deep breath or two.

00:00 < SorrenDM> At least she didn't spit it out.

00:00 < SorrenDM> "I told you. Not to get into any trouble." She stepped to the side, hopping up on the bed and throwing herself down with a long groan.

00:04 GyroFeather shurgs his shoulders at her and takes another chunk of the meat, leaning back into his makeshift bed. "Well...I hadnt intended to get into any trouble...but then this blue maned yellow pegasus barged in on me while I was raiding Nettle's room. And then he proceeded to check the bathroom, which is the only damned place to hide in these tiny things. I was trying to stay out of trouble. ANd...by the way, you know there's stilll 2 to 4 months before the thaw happens? That'll be a long time to stay hidden."
He flops to his side and spreads his hindlegs appart. His crop and belly are obviously engorged with another meal, though it didnt look like hea'd eaten a whole pony this time at least. "I think that means we've got a lot of time to kill~"_

00:10 < SorrenDM> "You fuckin killed flash?" She shimmied over to the edge of the bed to glare down at him. She didn't look mad, just rather surprised. "I... but." Her eyes drifted to his belly, which didn't seem bloated enough for a whole pony, but it was definitely... full. She couldn't help but notice that bulge in his upper chest and neck either.

00:10 < SorrenDM> And she didn't miss the spreading of his hind legs either. "Really now?" she asked slowly, eyes drifting lower. She hadn't actually looked down there yet, believe it or not.

00:16 GyroFeather actually shrinks back a little underneath the power of her glare and closes his legs some, frowning up at her. "Well...I mean...I had tried to keep out of sight, its his own damn fault for coming after me in the bathroom. " The bird answers, tucking his tail between his legs and flattening his feathers. It seemed that for all his power, she at least had some over him in terms of her approval and disapproval of his actions. "Though he deserved it for overseeing the program...same for Ritter too once i find him," he finally says, soudnign a little more confident now.

00:20 < SorrenDM> "Why were you even in her bathroom?" she asked in a frustrated undertone. She didn't catch a sight of anything between his legs, mostly because he seemed to cover up the second she started to look. Squinting some, she rolled back over onto her side and flopped back on the bed. "If you fuckin... killed Flash, then Ritter is the only one left."

00:26 GyroFeather shrugs his shoulders at the question and cross his his arms across himself. "I was seeing if I could find anything useful or interesting in her room. I found all of this...and flash found me. I'm still kinda surprised that I made it down to the basement without anyone saying anything...Where can I get me a cart anyways, just so I look more official if I have to move things. Also...dont worry about a pellet, there wont be any this time."
His gaze turns away from her to examine the desk once again. "Say...do you want any rum? I recognize this brand, its pretty good even on its own." Without waiting for her reply, he finds the small diningware set that comes with the room and ours himself a mug, and her a glass, before offering it to her._

00:31 < SorrenDM> "I don't know," she said with a somewhat exhausted sounding sigh, the sound of a mare deflating. "You wanna pretend to be a janitor or something? No one would _want_ to be a janitor. It's the perfect cover, then you get your own cart and everything."

00:31 < SorrenDM> She lifted her head some at the question. "Yes," she said, almost immediately. She watched him pour it, then reached out and snatched it before going back to being out of sight on the bed from where he was laying.