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>Do we know anything about these cakes? Are they dangerous to touch or anything?  
(Oh, cake isn’t dangerous to touch, it’s a powder that is turned into a liquid that ponies inject into themselves. Trouble would know this from growing up around his mother)
 
>Do the job  
>Go look for wall leaning guy  
Trouble points to the pony leaning up against the wall “Like him?”  
“Yeaaaah! Just like him! Now get out there. Don’t be shy now.” the batpony says sitting down and singing poorly to himself to look as innocent as possible.  
Trouble trots up to the stallion sitting up against the wall. “woah there, bud. What the fuck do you want?” the stallion says looking at Trouble with a slight glare.  
“uh” Trouble almost freezes up, wincing at the stallion’s language, he isn’t used to it. Trouble isn’t usually shy, but he never actually has done this before. “I want some cake.”  
The stallion looked around suspiciously. “Drop me a chip, bud.”  
Trouble does as told, putting the credit chip on the stallion’s lap. The stallion then runs the chip on a scanner before throwing it back to Trouble. “Good”. Then, all of a sudden, he spits a small bag of powder on the ground.  
“Ew!” Trouble says  
“It’s in a bag, don’t worry.” The stallion rolls his eyes  
“Why do yo-”  
“Cops can’t arrest you if ya swallow your goods when you’re caught. Now go.”  
Trouble now has a bag of Cake and 200 credits left on the chip  
(If you want an idea for how much a credit is worth, I’d say 12 credits has about the same buying power as 1 USD in real life, though it depends on what your buying)
 
>Go say hi to the guitar playing pony.  
>We should definitely actually bring the bat pony the goods though, because we really shouldn’t make an enemy of the first pony we meet.  
Trouble brings the goods to the bat pony, on his way he waves to a stallion playing the guitar, the stallion looks bored but nods back and plays it a bit louder.  
Trouble drops the bag in front of the bat pony “Aaaaaalright! This’ll last me two days if I’m smart!” he says happily before grabbing the bag in haste. “For that you can keep the chip, probably has 100 to 200 credits on it.”  
“And the place to stay?” Trouble asks.  
“Oh yeah uh… there’s a place that’s pretty safe if you wanna crash there. Go to the Barley-Thorn District,” he gives some directions to get there, not too long of a walk, “it’s not too far from West District, go into the subway tunnels, and go down this tunnel that says ‘access X-142’ and keep walkin’. There’s this place down there called Campaway. The ponies there are pretty cool as long as ya don’t make trouble, hear me? Just don’t shoot up out in the open or get into a fight and they wont kick you out. There’s a little mission there that even gives free dinners on weekdays to foals like you” The bat pony says getting up. “thanks for helping me, kid. The name’s Snicker, by the way. I’ll see ya around.” He then trots off, bursting into another painful coughing fit.
 
>Hang out with guitar pony! Learn of his troubles!  
>Ask the guitar pony how their day is going.  
“Hey there” Trouble trots up to the guitar pony. “Why are you playing the guitar here?”  
The guitar pony looks at Trouble and hesitantly opens his mouth. “To be honest, kid, I don’t know. Beats watching TV in my apartment.”  
“You have an apartment?” Trouble asks.  
“Yeah. A little pod apartment.” guitar pony says. “I can survive in it.”  
“So, you do this for fun?” Trouble asks.  
“It distracts me. I used to have more exciting stuff going on years ago….” the guitar pony strums.  
Trouble pauses, now wanting to hear what the guitar pony has to say.  
The guitar pony barely smiles for a second “Oh. I used to work at Cast Iron Corp. Even got elected to the worker’s council.”  
“Never heard of it” trouble says.  
“Yeah, you wouldn’t have, I imagine. They were taken over by the Republic’s industrial concern years back. Right around that time and when I was getting ready to switch over to my new employer… Wife died, she got sick. I went crazy then just quit to get away here in the city.”  
“Oh. Your wife…” Troubles ears droop.  
“Ahh, don’t worry about it kid. I’ve had time to be sad about it. Be safe, okay?” The guitar pony goes back to playing. It seems he doesn’t want to talk anymore.
 
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