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If Sky Sailing was being honest, it was surprising how long it was before he and Wind Dancer did any collaborative professional work. It wasn't for any lack of respect or compatibility of talent; both pegasi knew the other to be quite skilled in their field, and what could go better together than song and dance? All that said, now that they were most definitely certain that they were Special Someponies to each other, it was only a matter of time. Sky had finally finished work on his album, and Wind Dancer was ready to slot new material into rotation. For the start, Sky had asked that Windy come out to his cloud home over the Los Pegasus reservoir. There was enough open space for her to dance without danger to any bystanders, and Sky wanted to be close to his studio and equipment for the initial compositions. "I don't know if you wanted to do a whole set with just my songs, or if you wanted to intersperse them with others you selected. I'm fine either way, don't worry; just doing a full set is going to take a lot longer. I'm not just writing songs, I want them all to flow into each other." He explained, once she had arrived to see him surrounded by sheet music and a magi-crystal keyboard.
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Above the din of morning traffic and turmoil, a stallion softly sailed over the streets. A lone pegasi, dressed in a shirt and tie, blocked the din of the world outside with a song only he could hear. Sky Sailing could wrap himself in a dream, even in the light of the morning sun, and awaken at will once the travel time was complete. That was hardly necessary these days, though. Life had, through pure serendipity, gone up for him in a huge way. He'd drifted into Los Pegasus in his cloud home, on the mere hope that he'd find his place as a performer. Within the space of a month, he'd met a dear friend, perhaps more than that, in Wind Dancer, who was also instrumental in starting his live performances in the various casino venues. These had given him a chance to not only explore his live shows and special effect ideas, but also market his home-pressed records, which would circulate his songs to the point of actually gaining wide distribution. It was like a happy dream, but so far, no cruel alarm had stolen it from him. And today was to be yet another episode in that dream, a downtime between two performer's schedules where they could have a day to themselves... and therefore to each other. Sky landed on the balcony of Wind Dancer's apartment, giving a knock on the glass door to the interior to announce his presence. Being a pegasi, and a stallion-friend, gave him other valid methods of entry. -
The city of Los Pegasus occupied a peculiar place in the music ecosystem. The outsize supply of venues for live performances made it an attractive destination for performers who were unable to fill stadiums, whether because their career was pretty much over, or hadn't yet truly begun. For Sky Sailing, it was the latter. His cloud home had drifted to a spot over the city reservoir, carried by literal and metaphorical winds to this city, where the young recording artist was to have the biggest run of luck in his life. It wasn't at a casino, but he considered it better than any jackpot in town. The simple decision to take a nap in a tree had led to a serendipitous meeting with one Wind Dancer, a rising star of the stage with her aerial dance routine, where the pair of them had quickly formed a common bond and deepening friendship. There was a great deal of mutual admiration for the two creatives, and each took a great deal of inspiration from the other. Perhaps something even deeper than that was coming to bind them together? For his part, Sky Sailing felt both elated and humbled, as Wind Dancer had loved his music enough to pull her favors in with the venue that hosted her, the Mareage Casino, to allow him to play in one of their cafes. The Twilight Sky Bistro was an open-air, rooftop eatery with a fantastic view of the city. It would have an even better view of the night sky, had not the surfeit of surface lights acted to scrub the heavenly space of all visible illumination save Luna's own moon. The light-blue pegasus, for his part, seemed to be trying to redress the balance in his own clothes, wearing a dinner jacket patterned as a starry nebula against a background of midnight blue. An old faux-leather flight cap rested on his brown mane, completing an incongruous look as he sat in the midst of an assortment of instruments, tuning each as the time approached closer to performance. To calm his pounding heart and shaking nerves, he took a look to the table in prime position in front of the stage, where Wind Dancer sat in a dress matching his jacket pattern. She'd lent him the money to get it for his debut here, after he had expressed interest in the pattern as a stage outfit. Now was his opportunity to justify her faith and confidence, and he gave her a small smile over the top of his keyboard as he looked over the crowd. "Hey, how's everyone doing tonight?" Though his eyes were mostly on Wind Dancer, he did know it would be rude not to spare a glance towards the other patrons. There were no headline acts in town tonight; most were out looking for a fresh face and new songs. Sky aimed to provide both. "My name's Sky Sailing, it's great to be here with you all tonight." The microphone amplified a voice that was normally soft-spoken to carry across the room.
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It was the day that Lensblot had feared the most; the final billing date for his shack of a home and office, and as he looked at his meager profits he still could not come to the painful realisation that he couldn't afford what little he had, but as the stallions started to move out what little he had left in, the items that reminded him of his clients and cases, all taken away to settle his debt, including the office and home he had used for the last few years. Once he had composed himself he looked down at the saddlebag of items that he had managed to keep, the items needed for his survival, and a few other things. He took one last look at the building, the council planned on taking it down and building an extension onto one of the blocks of flats that had sat next to it. He sighed as he started to walk away from it, deciding what to do now he thought one way to take his mind off things would be to go to a nearby casino and play a few hands, at least make some profit out of the day. As he arrived at one of the many casinos that littered Los Pegasus he takes a seat at a poker table, winning a few hands before he had enough money for a meal, so he sat down at a booth with some fries and a drink, and thought about what he could do now.
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Lens relaxes back in his new chair, looking around the dull room he and his business inhabited, nestled in the Ground District of Los Pegasus, close enough to the tourist areas to have a constant bass-line thrumming, he smiled to himself; it was all starting to come together at last. He carefully hangs up a nice picture of Ponyville on the wall behind him, after all, he always got a memento from his adventures wherever he ended up, hence the various pictures on the walls, trinkets on his desk, and the rather lovely Canterlot coat rack by the door. He slides open the curtains to let some light shine into the room as he kicks his hooves up, finally having a chance to relax. Laying his large sunglasses on the table in front of him, he closes his eyes with a happy smile, whistling a tune to himself. He thought back to the last set of adventures he ended up on, remembering all the times he nearly died and barely got out in time; he certainly seemed to have a knack for it, that's for certain, but even so, the thought still remained at the front of his mind; what if one day he didn't manage to get out of trouble, what if one day he let something go wrong; would anyone remember him? He chuckles, shrugging "But of course they would. I have a lot of friends." he grins before the grin faltered slightly; perhaps gambling partners didn't exactly count... But then again, no time for thinking like that; now he would enjoy some time to himself without getting interrupted by anypony, and he was going to use that time to snooze.
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The mishmash of neon lights started to take over from where the sun left off as it began to set below the higher levels of the strange city of entertainment, the many casinos flashing their overly garish signs, lighting up the streets with irregular patterns of light and shade, the shaded areas becoming more substantial the lower one got in the districts until one arrived all the way down at the Ground District, the cheaper location being dimly lit at this time with street lights, the houses all nestled close together, not an area for most tourists. However what it was an area for, was for anything you could want, if you willing to go a bit behind what was legal to obtain it. The greed driven underbelly of this colossal bit based black hole affecting even those that lived in it, as one could guarantee that getting out would be a lot harder than getting in. Tucked down one alleyway was a sign, and that sign was hanging loosely off an old low building, a few windows boarded up, and the sign having seen better days, however it looked like if it ever did get fixed the 'Detective Agency' sign would have a rather appealing look to it. This was the place where the Ground District's resident investigator made his home, and his office. Right now Lensblot was currently sat at his desk, well slumped would be better to describe his position, with his face pressed against the desk, catching what little sleep he could achieve as the soul employee of his agency, and due to recent successes, it was an agency that had started to become a name again, meaning he never knew who could come bursting through that rickety old door.
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So, being the paranoid panda that I am, I've been keeping some tabs on the whole fukushima reactor crisis. I've been seeing mixed reports, saying that there's radiation waves headed this way, that there isnt, that even if some gets here, it wont be enough to cause a problem, etc. I've seen a decent number of articles pointing towards it being a major threat to the pacific area, but I'm also kind of skeptical. What does everypony else think?
