Post by joxis on Feb 25, 2016 12:35:52 GMT
It wasn't the front page of every Ponyvillian newspaper. In fact, it only held three or four lines at the bottom of the short news item section of the least selling magazine of the entire town. Yet everypony now lived bearing the constant fear of the following fact in their heart : "Unknown sickness spreading throughout Ponyville. Very contagious. Benign so far. Stay indoors."
It was written. Obviously it had to be true. Seriously, though, this piece of news had been confirmed by the Hospital itself, encouraging everypony to barricade themselves and stay in quarantine until official counter order. It didn't take long for every corner of the streets to become deserted and eerily silent. A few shutters and doors closed and then nothing.
That is, not taking in account Baldoire Pertuisane Jr and his daily quest, of course. He was in casual clothing this day, nothing fancy. A white pony-sized cardigan and a brown pair of trousers. Truly normal accoutrements for a normal day. He was walking firmly, eager to see if anyone had answered the job ad he had placed upon a notice board a couple days ago.
Naturally, every eye peaking from the creaks of every closed window was on him. In all likelihood, he must be a plague pony, or death in disguise, would've thought the everymane. But everyone knew Baldoire's habits and personality by now, and they all realised that he probably hadn't heard the news over his damned romans and partial deafness.
Now, most ponies were packed up inside the Hospital. If a remedy was to be found, it would surely be there, and they all wanted to be its first beneficiaries as to not contract any sporadic secondary effect if they were contaminated. The panic spreading newspaper's "Very contagious" was extremely vague. Did it mean the disease could spread through physical contact ? Coughs ? The air ?
Nonetheless, the majority of ponies in the Hospital agreed that they couldn't just leave Baldoire outdoors with this unpredictable virus spreading about. So, as he passed in front of the establishment, one brave volunteer dashed out and accosted him. After a brief exchange and improvised promises of rare materials and antiques and whatnot, the two bolted back inside.
However, this short span of time had been enough for most temporary residents of the Hospital to reconsider letting someone from the outside in with them. Perhaps the wandering Earth pony was much more gravely contaminated and would doom those destined to uncover the cure. Tensions rose, interrupted by Baldoire's beaming voice. "Salutations, people of the Iron Square of Hospice !" He said. "Your envoy gave me word of thine tribulations. Fear not ! I, Baldoire Pertuisane, although lacking in armour, vow to protect ye from whichever threat it is you cower from !"
It was written. Obviously it had to be true. Seriously, though, this piece of news had been confirmed by the Hospital itself, encouraging everypony to barricade themselves and stay in quarantine until official counter order. It didn't take long for every corner of the streets to become deserted and eerily silent. A few shutters and doors closed and then nothing.
That is, not taking in account Baldoire Pertuisane Jr and his daily quest, of course. He was in casual clothing this day, nothing fancy. A white pony-sized cardigan and a brown pair of trousers. Truly normal accoutrements for a normal day. He was walking firmly, eager to see if anyone had answered the job ad he had placed upon a notice board a couple days ago.
Naturally, every eye peaking from the creaks of every closed window was on him. In all likelihood, he must be a plague pony, or death in disguise, would've thought the everymane. But everyone knew Baldoire's habits and personality by now, and they all realised that he probably hadn't heard the news over his damned romans and partial deafness.
Now, most ponies were packed up inside the Hospital. If a remedy was to be found, it would surely be there, and they all wanted to be its first beneficiaries as to not contract any sporadic secondary effect if they were contaminated. The panic spreading newspaper's "Very contagious" was extremely vague. Did it mean the disease could spread through physical contact ? Coughs ? The air ?
Nonetheless, the majority of ponies in the Hospital agreed that they couldn't just leave Baldoire outdoors with this unpredictable virus spreading about. So, as he passed in front of the establishment, one brave volunteer dashed out and accosted him. After a brief exchange and improvised promises of rare materials and antiques and whatnot, the two bolted back inside.
However, this short span of time had been enough for most temporary residents of the Hospital to reconsider letting someone from the outside in with them. Perhaps the wandering Earth pony was much more gravely contaminated and would doom those destined to uncover the cure. Tensions rose, interrupted by Baldoire's beaming voice. "Salutations, people of the Iron Square of Hospice !" He said. "Your envoy gave me word of thine tribulations. Fear not ! I, Baldoire Pertuisane, although lacking in armour, vow to protect ye from whichever threat it is you cower from !"