Pony Boot Camp — Part Fifty-Nine

Steal the Look

With Zero-One’s taste on my lips I sent my thoughts out again into the dark, onto those well-trodden paths of my escape scheme. The ease with which I had obtained the coil of wire had made me confident that I could salvage my ponysuit, if it really was my suit that I had seen in the chest. All it needed was good timing and a bit of dare. Not that there was much of a choice. Even when completed by the non-hoodie (a “noodie”?), my DACC-issued clothes were too thin to keep me warm at night, especially during rests. Yep, I would have to rest in between crossing heavy terrain at night, and I would prefer doing so without running the risk of hypothermia – or gleaming like a snowman.

Skeleton Crew — A Dark Steampunk Story

Skeleton Crew

by

Venom

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~Chapter Two~

The Crew

It was not the heavy smell of machinery, not that of oil and heat. Lucy hobbled the vertical ladder down into the ship’s innards, along a cascade of brass lines. At intervals arrays of valves came into reach, and gauges appeared before her. Some pointers danced across their off-white dials, whilst others remaining in stoic stagnancy. And still the atmosphere wafting through this murky shaft was akin to that in a clock tower, not to the odour of ever-churning machine halls.