User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20170926204207

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Orbit: Do what you need to, Goldenheart. We can handle things here for now.

(Upon entering the room, Orbit lets the sights, scents, and softness at his hooves wash over him before coming to his senses.)

Orbit: Never let it be said the Trotsylvanian upper class doesn't live extravagantly.

(Now that he was in this room, Orbit inwardly admitted to himself that he wasn't even sure what he was hoping to find. Some record of Trotsylvania pony-trafficking sales? Something to connect the Countess with Di Dracaru and Decibelle? Something to explain Goldenheart's behavior from earlier? Even if such things did exist, he doubted the Countess would leave them out in the open. Reasoning he only had a short time before his presence was discovered, Orbit quickly goes around the room -- opening and closing drawers, checking under the furniture and behind the wall furnishings -- looking for anything out of the ordinary. Something to tie the Countess with illegal or unethical activity.)

(Once the adrenaline of the ride kicks in, Peter lets go of Sylvia's hoof and lets his arms flap over his head, screaming with exhilaration. After several climbs and drops, the rollercoaster eventually reaches the continuous loop-de-loop that Peter mentioned earlier before coming to a stop where the ride began. Once the coaster comes to a complete halt, Peter catches his breath.)

Peter: Whew! Fun, huh?!