[FWM] As Equestria Turns:MLP Without the Kiddy Thread XI

[Grif]

"Good to hear that"
He said before glancing at his oats and not recognizing it, then turning back to Snowflake
"do guards and militia work together?.... I really liked being with you"

Of course, he's capable of saying that without blushing much since he's still sleepy . He looks again at his oats for a bit longer, recognizes it and then starts eating.

Snowflake blinked, trying to reorganise her befuddled thoughts. Could it be...? Nah, it couldn't be. She chewed on a bundle of oats thoughtfully for a moment before replying. "Well, we don't work together officially. But often the militia help out with the guards where needed."

Sandy opened his mouth to point out they could have better success if they maybe split up when...

...well, that settled that, then. "As you wish, Cap'n." He trotted out of the cell next to Rainbow, where he waiting for Gearstride or Silverpine to take the lead on this one. He kinda figured Rainbow would prefer keeping him close at hoof for now.

And so, the crew walked around town, asking questions, following leads, having Rainbow give any and all dangerous-looking ponies the stinkeye, but nopony had heard of their crazy Texan psychologist.

"I just don't get it." Sandy mused as they walked. "There's only supposed t'be one of these psychologist types in town, it's not like we could get her confused with somepony else, so why in the hay has nopony even seen-"

*squelch*

Sandy looked down. Somehow, a flyer had managed to fall face-down in the street, glue side up. And, surprise surprise, he'd stepped right on it. "Oh that's just nice..." he muttered as he tried to magic it off, but darn it if that wasn't some sort of super glue. He sat down on his haunches, straining to pry the darn flyer off. To the rest of the crew, they'd get a good look at the front:

"Come, bring all from the insane to the insomniacs, to the only psychologist in town! Walk-ins welcome!"

There was an address and a picture of her building...which just so happened to be right down the street. Huh.

"... Why do I get a bad feeling everytime something goes our way?" Silverpine said, as he studied the flyer.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel[/B]

Still sleepy, Staccata isn't having much success smiting that stupid alarm clock that keeps defying her.

Tyrol smited the alarm for her not soon after.