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{"ts":"2026-10-15 04:18:55.877","cat":"paper","msg":"franso/(Rebecca Knapp) has printed \"The Worms\" (id: 12321) by Erebus Dawn from a book management console.","data":null,"w-state":{"tick_usage":3.862,"tick_lag":0.5,"time":14654,"timestamp":"1792037935.878090"},"s-store":null,"id":21641,"s-ver":"1.0.0"}
{"ts":"2026-10-15 04:30:38.505","cat":"paper","msg":"franso/(Rebecca Knapp) wrote to paper: \" Derpy had left her house, but it was not hard to figure out where she had gone. She always went to the same place when she was sad or in trouble, and Dinky knew exactly where to go. Crossing the town, though, was almost even more difficult than resisting the urge to read the book. The sun was mostly behind the clouds, but even the glow of the overcast sky was blinding to Dinky. In addition, she found that she was unusually weak for some reason. Even walking at a slow speed was draining, and a distance of less than a mile suddenly seemed almost insurmountable.\n\nEventually, though, Dinky did manage to reach her goal. Just when she thought that what little was left of her energy had been expended, she found herself standing in front of what could really only be described as a shed. A small, blue shed.\n\nDinky approached and tapped on the door weakly. At first, there was no response, and Dinky knocked again, this time harder. When there was no response, she put her hoof against the blue paint of the door and began to drag it downward repeatedly, slowly peeling a small line of paint off the surface.\n\n\u201cStop that!\u201d said a voice from inside. \u201cI\u2019m coming, I\u2019m coming!\u201d\n\nThere was a brief moment before the door opened. A brown earth-pony with pale blue eyes stuck his head through. When he saw Dinky, he frowned. \u201cOh. It\u2019s you.\u201d\n\n\u201cTime Turner,\u201d said Dinky, returning his frown.\n\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d\n\n\u201cI want to see my mother.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what makes you think that she\u2019s here?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh please. The whole town knows how much you enjoy comforting her.\u201d\n\n\u201cI would hardly say I enjoy it. I hate seeing her like this.\u201d He stared at Dinky for a moment. \u201cYou made her cry, Dinky. I hope you feel ashamed of yourself. And she doesn\u2019t want to see you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell too bad. Because it\u2019s not your choice.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it is. This is my TA- -\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd she\u2019s my mother. What, are you going to leave me out here? You\u2019re going to prevent a little filly from seeing her mother?\u201d Dinky turned to give Time Turner a profile view of herself, and saw the expression of concern on his face grow. \u201cLook. I\u2019m not in good condition. I haven\u2019t eaten in a few weeks, and I\u2019m pretty sure I\u2019m dehydrated. I need to see her. Now.\u201d\n\nTime Turner grumbled, and after a moment of pause threw open the door. \u201cPlaying the little filly card,\u201d he muttered. \u201cIt\u2019s just not fair.\u201d\n\n\u201cLife isn\u2019t fair, Time Turner,\u201d said Dinky, stepping into his house, or rather the workshop where he lived. \u201cAnd aren\u2019t you Shriners supposed to like kids?\u201d\n\n\u201cJust because I sometimes wear a fez does not mean I\u2019m a Shriner. I wear it because fezzes are cool.\u201d\n\n\u201cAbout as cool as bowties, I\u2019m sure. Or scarves that drag on the floor when you walk.\u201d\n\n\u201cThose are perfectly legitimate fashion choices!\u201d\n\nDinky mostly ignored him and made his way into his house. It was comparatively messy and was filled with a surprising amount of science-type junk. Strangely, though, from the several times that Dinky had been in Time Turner\u2019s house, she had always found that it seemed substantially larger on the inside than the outside. She had, of course, never mentioned that; it was apparent that he was itching for her to point it out, and she did not want to give him the satisfaction. She did not like him much.\n\nIt took longer to find Derpy. Eventually, though, Dinky saw her, nestled in the seat of pony-sized and partially constructed rocket ship that was suspended from the ceiling. Dinky had not initially seen her because she was high off the ground, and had only become aware of her presence by the sniffling sound. Time Turner had been telling the truth: as much as it pained Dinky to admit, she had indeed made her mother cry.\n\n\u201cMom?\u201d said Dinky. There was no response. Dinky sighed. \u201cI\u2019m going to bring you down from there. Is that okay?\u201d\n\nThere was still no response, and Dinky took that as a \u201cyes\u201d. With her magic, she activated the controls that lowered the rocket. It descended slowly until it sat a few inches off the ground. Derpy was curled into it, and with a pang of regret Dinky saw that Time Turner had already bandaged Derpy\u2019s injured wing.\n\nDerpy looked up. Her face was puffy and her eyes red from crying. She did not say anything, though. She clearly did not know what to say. Dinky did not either- -but she knew what to do.\n\nDinky held out the book in her magic, offering it to her mother. \u201cHere,\u201d she said.\n\nDerpy looked at the book, more surprised than confused. \"","data":null,"w-state":{"tick_usage":16.312,"tick_lag":0.5,"time":21380.5,"timestamp":"1792038638.506700"},"s-store":null,"id":31872,"s-ver":"1.0.0"}