<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Research on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/research/</link><description>Recent content in Research on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/research/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Equinox</title><link>/stories/2018/11/11/the-equinox/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/11/the-equinox/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this is what it feels like, Helen? She thought to herself as she stared into the storm outside the base. It was complete whiteout, and had been now for a couple of days, and she had been alone since just before it began. Howard had broken his arm badly, and had been transported out to McMurdo for treatment, Rachel had flown him out, and that left her to stay and maintain the base. She didn&amp;rsquo;t know how they fared, as she hadn’t been able to reach anyone on the radio since the storm began. Thankfully she had always been the stay in and read a book type, as the weather did not allow for any travel, and the weather was not showing any signs of letting up. Winter was creeping closer, and if the storm kept up, she might have to stay, and wait for spring.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ponygirl Whisperer</title><link>/stories/2017/04/27/the-ponygirl-whisperer/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/04/27/the-ponygirl-whisperer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Even though ponygirls have been around for decades, nobody has noticed that they have developed their own secret non-verbal language of communication over the years, and that is why I have chosen you as my research assistants for this ground-breaking study.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The three female grad students&amp;ndash;blonde Stacee, raven-haired Mirabelle, and redheaded Bronwyn&amp;ndash; turned from the female professor to the two dozen ponygirls mingling in the corral before them as they rounded the stable.  This was their first real look at the world of female human equines, and their reactions vacillated from fascination to disgust at the naked and leather-tacked women who pranced around in their enclosure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>