Chapters -Chapter 4/5- Unexpected Rivals
A gathering of individuals and people alike strewn across a facet of different avenues covering the entirety of the Canterlot High School boulevard, garnered by the pleasant talks of activities and pleasantries such provided by the local students own body of selected 'prized' cuisine, made by the junior stewards which represent the showcase towards the gleaming expectant audience and potential buyers.
Off to the side of all this attracting attention was my stall which silently aided the environment the entirety of the event, further worrying the fact was the inclusion of several characters that had made his reservations on certain matters, an surprising loss. "How was it the fact made so by these characters that I had mentioned once-" A large stream of sparkles and glue burst coinciding with the moving carriage rolling down the stalls "-made my week oh, oh so wrong?!".
As the crowd dispersed from the oncoming projectiles harrowing the depictions, ages lost to terror. The pink blur made its way closer and closer to my stall, before abruptly stopping just front of my makes with a look of apprehension and interest. "Hey mister, what are these?" pointing in three different directions simultaneously, an act which made me stare momentarily "Well Miss, that would be my Lemon Caddazels".
I promptly took one and stuffed it in my mouth "They are scrumptious and both a delectable to eat; now I'm willing to give them out for free if you would-", "Thanks bwye!" A look to her expressions indicate the entire serving within her maw and another look cast downward legitimizing the notion. I laughed as I huffed, the situation has turned from bleak to opportunity.
Inching myself towards a blindspot within the stall gave me momentary shielding from potential onlookers, as I took out my burner device for the transmit of success news.
-Chapter 1/5- One Sip Delight!
-Chapter 1/5: One Sip Delight!-
Winds brushed aghast a walking pedestrian whom shiver from a chilling early morning stroll, as alongside came furthermore out came others directed to places unseen or scheduled. Strangers to some, whilst others acquainted or colleagues otherwise a none changing vision.
One woman slipped, her footing slightly angled that directed would be a wounding pain if had it collided a pole alongside the curb, short distanced away. Luckily that hadn't come to pass, a fellow walker caught the woman by going under her arms, thus righting herself back to standard height.
Passing would come to be a front, a consumer's junction to spend their daily earned cash for lunch or brunch, litter many stood unguided but a few. Occupied one was striped a eleven-dotted clothed stand, colours which suggest refreshments and light snacks.
Across the joint lay pathways and roads ever elsewhere across Canterlot township, a passing glance side-to-side reveals the main courtyard of the esteemed Canterlot High School. Glistened stood the landmark which dates to founding, for it commemorates a special event, an event which had changed the land it once lay wild.
One man interweave the considerable stands in the way to make to his own, a vendor in his own right via effort, less by purchase. He rights the advertisements strewn above alongside turning the machines which provides the refreshments for his business, further more items were turned on before subsequently the last act was to sit and observe.
Over along the walking and pacing individuals going about their ways multi-facet, a grouping was spotted going down the pathway leading to the entrance of CHS, famous for their intervening roles in several crises which occurred surprisingly within a relative short period of two years. These were the Main 7 as they often mentioned or described, their involved mentions are never to little nor never to shadowed by one alike, each having contributed to the credible reputation the group had garnered "Hello?! ".
"What?" I was suddenly pulled away from my thoughts. "I asked for a lemonade - green lime flavoured " a gal showing emphasize into what flavour she thirst, I quickly make work on doing her request. Nevermind her attitude, she wore a strikingly familiar badge of arms that of the Wonder-gals? , I could never remember what their performances were.
Whilst the machine is churning the juices for concentrated Vitamin C, I continued to wonder what shenanigans could transpire this week alone- "Ting!".
Buying consumer goods is a relatively easy transaction that is if the goods were meant for sustenance and fulfillment. I was stuck waiting for this particular teen that is apparent of the same 'Main 7' group, despite the option of express lane was presented on this line, its abilities comes into scrutiny when conveniently the rules are non-existent for this pinkish haired girl.
The colossal amounts of items on the driving belt is noticeable being that it seems to sway ominously side-to-side, this is going to be an palpable, long wait.
Author's Note
He suspects an element which coincides with the recent occurrences. However, he seems to always miss those happenings when they do happen.
-Chapter 2/5- Writing Recipe
Books Wonder of Canterlot was an institution which had expanded beyond the subjects of education on STEM into the subjects defining the present economics and way of life experienced via turning anything from a keen interest into a remarkable skill and insight towards a career adhere to those selected values and skillsets.
A place of which is closed down for maintenance and an apparent caused by the very same CHS which had idealized the notion every section requires extensive systems meant for logistics of identifying books alongside, with a system which streamlines the distribution of these books when sought after. That meant emphasizing the inclusion of machinery and further education requirements for its required staff, which had dealt to some, a shocking blow.
I was blown away by how this had only been notified by a relatively small number of opposition towards this resounding change. The changes would benefit many and most likely help motivate for other institutions in every other sector to consider the same idea 'Adding technology into everyday tasks'. This would make for a day very problematic which meant I had to borrow books from a foundation which I had been close studying over these past few days.
That's right, CHS.
"Here's your registration form and another for the permission to access our books" said the Librarian, "Excuse me, the registration form I understood - However, permission to borrow these-", "That requires another form, sir" She intervened. I'm dumbfounded, what had occurred of which resulted in these papers required for these proceedings to function. "If you wonder to which of why these stringent rules were acquired in the first place. You could thank the 'group' for making that a required need".
Ugh those girls! "And how long will it take for it to be granted?", "All and all... several days". Okay only that long - "Days!?" The shouting gave other people reasons to peer onto my general location, I wilted from the sudden amount of attention I had garnered, added further that my particular clothing and self image is that of a middle-aged salesman. Thus the added shame gave me enough reason to heed outside sources and promptly left the premise, perception gazing downward to avoid interactions.
One purple-haired student took notice to the noticeable commotion as the caused of it had taken a quick leave.
I headed to the nearest bookstores and begun asking about if any had my required specifics of a instructions manual of making a Super-glazed corned dog and came up with nothing. "Sorry Sir, we've ran out of the book which had a particular set of instructions for that dish just a minute ago" What but that doesn't any sense, I didn't see anyone leaving out the front door. "And whom was that - that made the purchase?", "It was the local pet shop keeper, Fluttershy" Who .
Author's Note
The series of occurrences that this unfortunate individual is spell upon must be decreed to end, it mustn't be this early that his soon-to-be fortuitous business default.
-Chapter 3/5- Too Late To Harvest
-Chapter 3/5- To Late To Harvest
A late evening spring off the chilling currents emanating from the many cliffs and ridges that dot the landscape about, a man sit on a bench which is situated on one of the cliffs upon a linear view of the waters of Lake Platinum. Its glistening surface caused from the reflected moonlight which shows ever bright upon a clear night sky, a wonder of an occasion if for it not be for the mood which dwells within that man's mind.
Perusing has the man done as he stood rather still for a moment before heading off to his wagon, attached spots an outline of a cabin. The camper had been a comfortable home for the roads the man had once taken decades beforehand to make of his own experience, a better part of it was the semblance sense of the need of belonging, to be anchored somewhere.
Till dawn dusk it stood still, then it jerked and accelerated towards junction leading outward to either side a scenic set of lakes and the other a route out of the park. It motion slightly left towards the latter option with later motions stabilized by the apparent encroachment to modern paved road networks. "I'm sure it's here somewhere-" a dirt path side the country road "-and there it was".
My stores of lemon and oranges were running short, fewer left still could be considered prime condition. Thus the trip to SourC+ Happy Farms and the slight detour for rehabilitative haves.
The road network branching into the farm hasn't seen much improvement other than the new signage board, which is relatively obscured by brushes. I would like check onto that later, the matter at hand is the acquisition of prior attained produce.
The motion of the truck was at a snail's pace as it encroaches the more packed pathway before promptly stopping. Whilst the view was breathtaking to say of its expansive orchards and plantations, it was overshadowed by the very fact it has been in majority shine red than the glistening show of yellow and orange. This is further stemmed by the fact those familiar posts showcasing it was sold.
"Sold!? I don't understand-", "Hey there Sir" a young girl's voice interrupted my train of thought. "Are you here to purchase a new batch of apples?" A new batch of 'apples'. Oh, that's is understandable for the couple whom prior tended to the estate had reservation for going elsewhere to Vi-citrous county for its credible history of making theirs kind of produce.
Not to mention the overwhelming demand for theirs kind of produce is exponentiality more than the little shopkeepers of Canterlot City. I was slightly taken aback by their indecision to notify theirs customers, "Sir. Hellooo, can you tell me what you're here for? " an impatient tone she took.
"I was originally here for lemons", "No, we ain't have any of that" she shook left-right further clutch that notion. "Do you know where I could get some", hoping the girl had some knowledge regarding other produce availability.
I mentally facepalmed.
The rushing waters hitting the divider echoes its ferocity whilst its forces dwindles and joins, again then broken apart. Descended flow through stairwell facade
Pooling murky yellow sludges in rapid flow outward the pipes onward the rainwater drainage lanes. Diffusing the toxic substance within the darkening stream of mixed fluid.
A thought would wonder 'Why haven't the authorities enact a measure or some sort?' Well if the prevalent entity of manufacture isn't a notice enought to suggest of what, then your view is lost without cause.
Lemon Sweet Corp. is a business which maintains a large stake in the lemonade-making and derivative candies category of the market nationwide. It is where my services are requested; needed.
Canterlot City has repeatedly gone under our radar of potental expansion sites, seeing to its main primary provider, and only provider of sweets being the inseccent teenager by the name Pinkie Pie.
Many ventures were duped by the spontaneous and randomness of her appearences in areas which had previously hadn't received any supply of confectionaries. This, together with her credibility, makes her one if not, the most catastrophic potential threats to Lemon Sweets Co. dominance of the market nationwide.
I was given a proportional amount of funds to outright acquire a stall from a retired vendor along with his prior named brand 'Hot&Lemons' and with it, maintain a status of vigilance and written reports of the sightings and public insight into Miss Pinkie Pie personal and general life.
This operation had been going on for 8 months straight to which acquired greater know-hows then previously estimated with the discovery of her 'friends'. General info within the internal gossip network had given more ideas and news both good & bad.
I had devised a plan when digesting the news giventh which included our research team unveiling product and our subsidiaries within the technology sector. The plan was to integrate the confectionary with an embedded capsule which has an effect of causing its host to enhance their ability of tasting sweets. Observation tests had shown vendors selling confectionaries 60% to 75% less sugar content than previously.
The idea is hoping her ability to make confectionaries less appealing thus allowing breathing space for our team to begin distributing the produce made and earning revenue. The intent and focus is there, it would never likely fail.
It has been two weeks since and the vendor stall traffic never seemed to increase, it just seemed to have slowly dwindled and stopped. This had begun to worry the possible prospect that the capsule wasn't activated or the resiliency of Miss Pinkie Pie was higher than stated publish. I was interrupted from this thought process when a familiar blur of pink arrived on my empty stall front, along with the group she's a part of.
"Hello Miss, what would you like among the many options-" a slam enacted by Applejack, "-Listen here you, I don't want yer goods. What I want to know is what ye had don to Pinkie Pie!" I noticed along with her scowling expression which similarly donned on the other individuals in variance of intensity towards myself. "I haven't done anything which had caused harm towards my customers. That's against my policy"
The purple figure gently tapped her agitated friend's shoulder, then swiftly the latter sidestepped thus allowing the figure- "Your policy does not resolve the present issue. In fact the evidence we've uncovered had shed light on the credibility of our actions" She stated with confidence, a gnawing thought conjured a possible piece which is- "We found a capsule; which upon furthermore observation had a substance which in the past-", "Ugh Twilight, just say the it!" interjected her rainbow-coloured friend, Twilight stammered and straightened herself "We found a nerve amplifying agent!".
I blanked.
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.