User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-7345250-20170828031509


 * Golden Age groans and reaches for her communicator, only to swat it away. What a bother.


 * But she finds herself awake in a guest room of the royal castle. Recalling she still has work to do, she slides out of bed and suits up.

Princess Celestia: "How so? She seems perfectly chipper this morning."


 * Spearmint opens one of the boxes to reveal a tray of contact lenses.

Mr. Spearmint: "Put these on now. They've been treated to nullify any and all attempts at ocular hypnosis."


 * Flashfire looks at the lenses in awe.

Flashfire: "They're for real? Sweet. Do you mind if I keep them? I can't be seen fighting crime in glasses, so I've been managing without correction this whole time."


 * Spearmint blankly stares at Flashfire.

Mr. Spearmint: "I had a feeling. These are not corrective lenses, but I'll see what others we have aboard."