Misty Riverside

Entering the library, Misty peers around at the small quantity of ponies rifling through the shelves and holding quiet conversations at the tables. A lot of rectangles around here. Squares, even. It's annoying. Out of nowhere, a librarian appears! What an unusual place to find such a person. "Excusez-moi?" Misty asks of the custodian, cautiously approaching. "Do you have any computers around here? The cool kind? With all the buttons and the mousepad?" She questions of the secretary, glancing around. The raccoon isn't here right now, thank goodness. What a little rascal he is. "Just take a seat at one of the computers over there, miss." The waitress answers, pointing off into the distance of the hospital. "Okay, thank you, madame!" Misty chirps like a robin, scurrying towards the computer section. She hurriedly takes a seat and grabs the rat and piano, opening 'Google', the holiest of all sites on the interweb. The principal seems to be following her. Strange, she never invited them into her house. "Okay, here we go, here we go, I've gotta figure this out.." Misty mumbles to herself, attracting the attention of the pony sitting at the computer to her right, gaining an odd look from the young stallion. Staring is rude, he should know that. "Wabble babble babble." She hears whispered into her left ear. Misty jumps in fright at this, not prepared for a wabble babbling at the moment. "What?" She asks of the stagehand that directed her towards the computers, turning around to face them. "Stop wabbling." Misty states, before ignoring the internal decorator behind herself that won't stop wabbling in her direction. "Alright, here we go..." Misty cracks her knuckles, cracks the joints in her neck, and cracks her ankles too. This is intense, she doesn't have much time left. Better make it worth it. In the searchbar of the Smoogle homepage (She prefers Google but this will work for now), she types... 'How to buy a bunch of weed really quickly i dont have much time please smoogle help me' A bap on the head comes from the police officer behind he-- WAIT HOLD ON. "JUST GIVE ME A SECOND THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT DON'T TOUCH ME THIS IS DISCRIMINATION STOP HARRASSING ME!!" She screeches at the two police officers behind her. POLICE. DA POPO. At the volume of Misty's screeching, they both recoil. She leaps out of the chair and bolts for the front exit, most definitely being followed. Thankfully, these are library police, and she can't be followed out of the library by them. She runs past Little Bandit the Raccoon on her way out, before backtracking and giving him a pat on the head. Good boy. And off she goes, back into the city, where adventures and lots of weeds awaits.