Later, dawg [Open!]

[meat_mooks]

|| Attention, crew. Those who wish to attend the funeral of Matthew O'Connor, please report to the Observation Deck. ||

Another death announcement so soon after the last. It's a sad day.

Once again, the Observation Deck is arranged for the launch. The departed crew member, better known as Punchy in his lifetime, is encased in a central pod. The deck is lit by the starlight pouring in from the open window, a blazing blue star that will soon be Punchy's final resting place.

Another life lost. Time to say farewell once more.

Comments

[appletastic]

Ah, a distraction. Applejack knew the need for those well: she was feeling it too. She stepped back and readjusted her hat.

"Want to help make some cider? I promised some more to Mindy over at the diner."

[elementofloyalty]

"Yes!" she said, so literally jumping at the offer that she started hovering a foot off the ground. "Cider! That'd be perfect, let's go!"

Without any sense of patience and with just a little undercurrent of obvious desperation, she grabbed for Applejack to all but drag the poor earth pony to Hydroponics.

[appletastic]

"Whoa there, easy!"

Applejack had to bite back a laugh as she got herself moving. It didn't feel like pure happiness, but this would be close enough.

[elementofloyalty]

It was a fake. Like a coat of paint over rotten wood. It just covered it up.

That was what Rainbow Dash craved. And it was better than violent anger, at least.