Author's Notes:

Hello Everyone, this is story number two from me. I will probably get into stories involving actual characters from the show very soon, but I'm sticking with OCs for now, until I get adjusted and develop a style.
Because this story involves an international adventure, much is left up to the mind of the author. I will attempt to avoid making wide-sweeping statements in the story to avoid stepping on anyone's fanon "toes". When in doubt, the world in the story will mirror the earth's geography, history and political systems, albeit with ponies, not people. I have no problem with you changing what I write in your mind as you read to fit your fanon.
Enjoy :)

“And Today's numbers are: 62...”

Got it.

“37...”

Got it.

“12...”

Got it.

“40...”

Got it.

“And 17.”

Got it.............Huh.
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Dolce Tempo opened her door on a Friday morning to reveal a grinning purple unicorn stallion with an unkempt orange and black mane. She was about to greet her friend Wave Function before she was interrupted, in a loud manner.

“Pack Your Crap. We're going on a trip!”

The tired red pegasus was just confused at this point. Observing the stallion's right eye twitch twice in quick succession, she wondered if the young researcher and her best friend of many years had mixed black tea, sleep aids, and a long night at the lab (again), and was no having some sort of sleep-walking hallucination.

“Now, now, Wavius,” she cooed, “Did somepony spend too much time doing science?” she stepped forward, closing most of the gap between them.

Wave Function frowned. “No.”

“Did somepony stay up too late after he mixed sleepy time pills with good morning drinks?”

Wave Function's eyebrows lowered. “No! Well, sort of, but...”

“It's okay, Wavius,” Dolce Tempo hummed, “I'm going to walk you back home now. I don't want you insulting Applejack, eating all of Rose's flowers and falling asleep face down in a pond again.”

She took his hoof, only to have it torn away from her. She tensed her muscles, preparing for a wild goose chase through Ponyville to keep him from damaging property.

Instead of running, Wave Function stood firmly and began to speak.

“Do not condescend to me mare! I won the lottery last night. I was up all night planning this trip over the phone with a 24/7 travel agency. Now, go pack your crap!”

Dolce Tempo looked into his eyes, expecting to see only a glazed over look. Instead she saw a fiery sincerity his eyes displayed when he was on a mission. “You're serious...Oh... OH MY GOSH! YOU WON THE LOTTERY!” She let out a squee and hugged him.

“Yes ma'am. 12 million bits.”

Dolce Tempo's eyes widened. “What are you going to do with it all?”

Wave Function's brow creased in thought as he began to mentally make a list. “Well, I paid off all my education debts and my mortgage, sent a few hundred thousand home to my parents so they can pay off the house, sent some to my sister so she can surprise Mom and Dad by making a tuition payment, gave 4 million to charity, put another 4 million away as a little rainy day fund, and the rest, well, it's going into this little trip here. And of course,” his eyes narrowed slightly, “there were taxes.”

Dolce Tempo was awed by the list, but a sudden realization hit her when he had finished talking. “I'm not sure I can leave... I just got that lead role in Les Ponyables. It could be a really important step for me.”

Wave Function seemed unphased. “That's why I spoke to the director of the Trottingham theater and paid him 50,000 bits to choose a different musical for the quarter and defer your position in Les Ponyables to next season.”

“Really!? You're the best... but what about my second job?”

“Taken care of. Oh, also,” Wave Function replied as he scooted a bag full of golden coins toward her on the floor, “here's some bits to supplement the lost income for the next month.”

Dolce Tempo could do nothing but hug Wave Function, and he hugged her back this time, for almost a full minute.

“Our train to Manehattan leaves in a couple hours. Do what you need to and be at my place at 2. Bring your Equestrian Passport. And, Dolce,” he looked down on her with great intensity, “I have three words for you. If you could only choose three words from all of our time together to remember, it would be these three.” He brought his muzzle within inches of hers, staring directly into her eyes.

“Pack your crap.”