Evil Empire

That Wednesday, as on the week's preceding days, Vinyl got up only around noon. By the time she consumed her breakfast, time had proceeded to around 2 pm central time. Of course, given Canterlot's location, no-one could actually make sure whether that time zone applied to the city or not.

Still in pajamas, and with bloodshot eyes, she poured herself a bowl of cereal. Sleeping in on school days might be ridiculous, not mentioning the trouble of catching up with her lessons later on, but Vinyl had her reasons...more or less.

Trixie had made a rather enlightening point on that subject. According to her assumption of the principals' brains getting fried away by the Dazzlings anyways, the magician girl had concluded they might as well take the week off. The additional free time would enable both of them to prepare for what was to come on Friday. Then again, high school students never started working early on any assignment, so they might as well spend a few days slacking off.

While that plan might not have been incredibly well thought out, it did indeed appeal to Vinyl's lazier side. The side of hers, determined to win the subsequent, inner conflict right from the start.

As the DJ's eyes wandered around the room for some time, her view inevitably fell onto a tremendous number of emptied chocolate milkshake glasses, piled up onto the kitchen counter. Looking back towards her breakfast (swimming in chocolate milk, by the way), she suddenly felt more miserable than she had all week.

Also, Trixie wasn't home. Or didn't seem to be home, at least. Whenever Vinyl tried to call her, no-one would answer. The fact of herself actually calling that obnoxious freak out of boredom didn't light up her day, either. And wherever Trixie had gone, Vinyl hardly even considered the idea of her being up to any good. In case something would burn down, explode, or crash the economy in the near future, it wouldn't surprise her all that much.

With a low groan, Vinyl pulled out her phone. She pushed her thumb against the screen a few times, logging onto a social network. Its name seemed restricted by copyright, but probably contained a human body part in the front portion of the head, as well as a general term for a work of literature...whatever that could mean.

To her immediate disappointment, the annoying trend in her newsfeed hadn't stopped ever since Sunday morning. About ninety percent of it was filled with simple text messages quoting All hail Dazzle. Also, some ads for the Cadenza's Palace in Las Pegasus...something she tried her best to ignore.

On a second note, she also noticed a notification from some profile called [withheld]. Her eyes slightly widened at the overly suspicious name, which didn't stop her from opening the message.

Golden Oak Library, Entrance, Friday 3 pm

Well, at least that was something to look forward to. Since there seemed to be nothing more interesting on this site, let alone a lot of smart people, Vinyl closed the app. Scratching her head, she turned to the web browser, loading one of the blogs she followed...

Talking equines hiding among us? Illuminati confirmed!

Turning off the phone in frustration, she buried her head in both palms. This day could only go uphill from here.