They're... ON HOLIDAY?

Day 2 - Points: 7/9

Smiley walks over and boops her.

"You don't have any idea what Trixie is saying, do you?" she asks. Smiley stares back, waiting for some clarification of the questioning tone. Instead, she resumes examining the lock, "Hmm, it might actually be a stroke of luck that this is such garbage. The wood can just be glued back together and the soft metal of the lock didn't break, it just bent."

*Confused face!* *Pleading face!* *Pleading face!*

99111, wandering around the ship since it informed 36658 about Gem's predicament, catches the broadcast.

"What's wrong?"

The only answer the drone gets is a mental map marker.

*Pleading face!*

"I'm on my way," 99111 breaks into a gallop.

The ship is huge but easy to navigate, and the drone was already on the level above staff deck, so when its hoofsteps echo through the hallway, Smiley peeks out of Trixie's cabin and waves at 99111 with a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing now?" asks Trixie from the inside, rummaging through her baggage taking up most of the small cabin's space.

"Umm," 99111 stops outside when faced with the blue unicorn's annoyed look. Smiley pokes the open door with its nose repeatedly.

"Fantastic..." Trixie facehoofs, "They're multiplying."

"Smiley called me here and I'm not particularly sure why. Is there anything we can help with?" asks 99111 hesitantly.

"Unless you know how to fix a door, Trixie doubts it," Trixie glares at Smiley who is softly bonking the door non-stop with its head.

99111 examines the damage, poking the wood from several angles.

"I mean, the door itself would be easy to reinforce, but that metal thingy looks too complicated for me. I saw a griffon at the workshop doing something with metal bits, so I would ask around there."

Trixie freezes.

"Say that again?"

"I mean, the door itself would be easy to reinforce, but that metal thingy looks too complicated for me. I saw a griffon at the workshop doing something with metal bits, so I would ask around there," repeats 99111, word by word.

Trixie's eye twitches, she opens her mouth, closes it, raises her hoof, and then lowers it back down.

"Workshop. With tools. Free to use," she says in the end.

"No one stopped me from going inside," 99111 shrugs, "And there was this nice zebra lady-"

"...if I could at least fix the lock, I'd be able to haggle down the damage cost no matter what and if, by some miracle, I could glue the door pieces together, then blending the color would be simple..." mumbles Trixie to herself, interrupting the drone, before fishing out a piece of chalk from one of her many boxes, standing up straight, and pointing at the two, "The Great and Powerful Trixie accepts your generous and, most importantly, free offer of assistance."

Smiley beams, walking over to her and licking the levitating piece of chalk.

"No!" Trixie draws it back, "Turn around!" Smiley keeps following the chalk floating around it, "Hey! Here!"

"Umm, Miss, we don't know how much Smiley really understands if someone talks to it," explains 99111, "I'll ask it to stop."

"Smiley, stop."

*Curious face!* *Curious face!*

Smiley keeps trying to lick the chalk.

"I'll ask the lady to show the floating white rock to you afterwards, okay?"

*Happy face!*

Smiley sits down.

"Smiley, you said?" asks Trixie.

"Yes, we call it that because-"

"There!" Trixie's floating chalk has successfully scribbled "SML" onto the side of the Silent's barrel, "And your name?"

"99111," the drone doesn't flinch when the piece of chalk floats over and writes the number on its side as well.

"Better than calling you the bigger one and the smaller one," Trixie withdraws the chalk, and Smiley sighs.

"Smiley said it would stop turning around if you let it check out the white drawy rock."

"The chalk? Yeah, sure, suit yourself," she throws it to Smiley's legs, "Just don't eat it. They might be a pack for a bit, but waste not want not," she walks over to the door and starts raising it off of its hinges using a mix of physical effort and telekinesis, "Hnnng! Stupid... door..." she grunts as the blue glow of her horn flickers and the muscles on her legs and back bulge.

99111 grows small hooks on its forelegs, with the help of which it's easy to raise the door.

"Good, now show Trixie to the workshop," she nods at 99111.

"Hey, Smiley!" 99111 mentally prods the Silent along with the words, "Come grab the door."

With a piece of chalk stuck in its leg hole, Smiley slides under the door now propped against the wall and loads it onto its back. To Trixie's surprise, the door is balancing perfectly on its back, completely covering the changeling, and not sliding off at all as Smiley walks out into the hallway.

"Trixie could certainly use more of you in her daily life," muses the unicorn while putting several unidentified black discs under the carpet past the door frame. When she catches 99111 trying to poke one barely visible bulge, she swats its hoof away and says quietly, "Don't touch it! If somepony walks in and tries to steal Trixie's stuff, they'll quickly regret it."