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    Prince Blueblood
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    Earth Writer
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    Feng Yinhaitao
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    Wordsworth Psmith

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  1. The crowds were beginning to awaken, providing the first premonition to Prince Blueblood of just how maddened they might become, once the Cider Stampede began. But he would not be perturbed; he had yet to encounter the social sea that he could not navigate with aplomb. Not for nothing was his cutie mark a compass rose, after all! It was just with individual that he sometimes foundered on the rocks. Not today, though! He was a better stallion than that, now. At least, he liked to think so. "Bellissima Stella... a fittingly beautiful name, I must say." No need to stint on the compliments. From the singer-star's demeanor, the Prince could tell that she was used to the idea and occurrence of mixing in high circles, at least enough not to embarrass herself by appearing over-eager. She betrayed no specific recognition of him, which his ego found hard to believe. Nonetheless, it was only polite to have introductions be mutual, and she probably understood this. "I am Prince Blueblood, of House Platinum, and newly-appointed Chancellor of the School of Friendship. I've moved here from Canterlot for the time being, more or less keeping Princess Twilight's Ponyville ventures running while she takes over in the capital." The one thing he was unsure of, in regards to the mare before him, was the genuineness of her character. He didn’t keep his political prominence by judging on surface appearances; she seemed nice, but most ponies in his class could fake the look, and Bellissima was nothing if not a classy mare. Such thoughts, however, were suspended with the arrival of another mare, whom he knew rather better. “Dunnie, good morning!” His eyes lit up upon the pegasus mare’s greeting, and he returned her kiss with a nuzzle. It was the sort of indiscretion he’d have been loath to do in Canterlot, where ravenous tabloids hunted out for any scrap or rumor that could be used to eliminate the private life of some individual associated with the Celebrities of the city. Here, though? Ponyville was as friendly and open a community as they came, and probably wouldn’t think anything of it. Somewhat less delightful to his eyes was the bag and its contents. It had to be said, the Prince could be somewhat… finicky, as regards the quality of what he ate. “I see… perhaps I should have brought along a kitchenette for you rather than a work desk for me.” Loathe to consume the greasebomb, he was about to redirect his guard and companion’s attention to Bellissima, only to find that the line was disintegrating into chaos! “Hold up! We’ll have to introduce you to her later!” Sticking by Dunnie, he took advantage of her tag-team to forge a path through the crowd, passing by Zelda on the way. “Oh, hullo! Isn’t this one of your old friends, Dunnie?” His attention, however, could not remain fixed, as the tides carried him forward, past two of the students of the academy. “Silverstream! Do remember your lessons about respecting the space of potential new friends. Oh, and Gallus, excellent composition work on your last essay, though your penmanship could still use some work.” Finally, the tides brought him to the counter, catching a glimpse of Taira working behind the scenes. That old rogue! Out and undisguised too; they’d have to catch up after the whole craziness was done. As for Applebloom... “Fancy indeed, you’re looking well this morning, Miss Applebloom.” Bringing out four bits, two for him and two for Dunnie, he tossed them at the counter. “And it is hot drinks, tea and coffee specifically, that are the respective triggers. Bluebelle won’t be coming out for cider this morning, although…” He dropped his voice, “If she were, would that count for a second mug?”
  2. Earth Writer sighed as his shoulders slumped; there would be no respite for the cowardly portion of his soul, as his past was bound to be addressed. He could only hope that there was enough of him still suffused with the courage needed to do so, though anypony could see from his posture that he had little confidence in himself. "Yes, Sugar, it's me." He tried to smile, though it looked no less sad. With a bit of magical levitation, he brought a napkin from the table to assist in the cleanup alongside the mare's hoof. "Heh." It wasn't so much a laugh, as a short outburst of air at hearing the word 'shipwreck.' "Not literally, no. But that's not a bad metaphor for what happened." For the first time in a long time, he looked into Sugar Apple's eyes, searching for any hint of contempt, but finding none. "I... don't think you heard what happened, did you? I guess the Chronicle either isn't sent out here regularly, or you haven't had time to read it for a while." His eye strayed at last, taking in the rest of her. "I'd guess the latter, you look run ragged." Sighing, he took a seat, setting his breakfast out on the table next to her. "I think we have a lot of catching up to do, don't we? If I can start with an apology... sorry for just letting it die like that. I don't want you to think you weren't the effort to keep writing... though, I think I might have thought so at the time. Or at least didn't think what we had salvageable, but a clean break would have been better."
  3. It was a long way from the Crystal Empire to Canterlot, but no distance was too far for Shining Armor when his LSBFF needed his help. Not only was his input valuable, as an experienced military officer currently in charge of the Crystal Guard, but having ascended some years earlier to the throne of the Crystal Empire alongside his wife Princess Cadence, he'd found himself in the same situation as Princess Twilight. If anything, having to get a military force that was 1,000 years behind the times up to date was an even more extreme case, thus he hoped that his experience could benefit his sister and fellow officers. He entered the caves with an eye of appreciation, though he was somewhat grateful now that Cadence was staying behind. These caves did not have the best memories for her, and even their new furbishings would probably trigger unpleasant recollections. He was dressed in uniform, carrying two large manila folders in his magical wake as he passed into the inner chamber. He gave a salute to General Pummel, who at the time of his transfer out of the Equestrian Chain of command still outranked him, though their relative rank was now an issue of some debate. Still, the old boy ought to be given some respect for his years of service, and Shining did appreciate the support he was showing to his sister's new regime. "Good Morning, Twilight." He greeted the new Princess with a smile, though he forewent her usual nickname with him. This was still technically official business, and though his new Royal Status permitted first-name address, according to protocol, he didn't want to push it further than that. They were both here to do work, and it wouldn't do to invite accusations of nepotism through a careless word.
  4. "Different... world?" Feng couldn't say he understood that much; his foalhood hadn't been as full of fairy tales as that of an average Equestrian colt growing up. He'd dreamed of other lands, sometimes, when he could sometimes hardly stand living in his hometown. But other worlds were a bit beyond him. Looking again to the pair, it looked as if they weren't going to approach, but Tempest no longer looked as if she'd bolt after any sudden noises. "I think it's safe to rejoin them." That might have been an optimistic approach; Feng was slightly better at judging physical than social risk. Not that it ever stopped him from surging into dangers of the former type anyway, so it was honestly surprising his patience lasted this long. They managed to catch up to Sunset just as she was drifting off into a dreamy look by the pond. It brought Feng up short, looking oddly at the mare. His confusion would have been darkly humorous for Hanabi, as she had often seen him look that way when thinking about a certain other mare. "Hey, so, uh, mind if we join you again?"
  5. Prince Blueblood, Head of House Platinum, foremost of the Canterlot Nobility, hereditary head of the Equestrian Unicorns, and part-time Princess (very long story) had recently added to his list of titles. As Twilight Sparkle had been selected to be the new Head of State, she had devolved her duties at the School of Friendship to him, making Blueblood the new Archancellor. No doubt she sought to make use of his extensive experience with diplomacy to continue international outreach, as well as his domestic political connections to shepherd the fledging academy around the pitfalls and traps laid in for it by obstructive bureaucrats and obstreperous nobles. And it had to be said, that despite his superficial reputation for superficiality, he did take these duties seriously, even to the point of taking up temporary residence in Ponyville, and trying to fit into the local life of the place. He would find himself often bemused at the differences in the social scenes between a growing but still small town and Canterlot, the city of his birth. It was in some respects quieter, of course, but more than the mere reduction of activity, what struck him was the unanimity of it when it came. For instance, Canterlot would often receive special shipments of food or drink, as highly prized among his class as any cider, but only his class tended to show up to such events. For the Apple Family Cider Season? Literally everypony in town was here, and that wasn't counting the out-of-towners. No wonder it was one mug per pony... He had, of course, reserved his spot with an extra-large tent, not to show off, or at least, not just to show off. He had some office work that still needed done, cider or not, and made a small workspace to finish up papers by lamplight before turning in the night before. This, naturally, led to a late wake up time, further extended by a thorough mane-brushing before emerging to greet the morning, along with a striking unicorn that had been his neighbor in line. "Oh, well fancy that!" He remarked upon laying eyes on Belissima Stella. "It is a good morning indeed, but I can't help but wonder, have I seen you somewhere before?" Seeing how a pony reacted to that question was a good way for Blueblood to get a sense of their character. Most ponies around here, would deny, truthfully, that their social circles had ever intersected. Some would do some humbly, others defiantly, still others in such a manner that betrayed desperation to enter his rarified world.
  6. Hoping to pick up Cady's mood, Shining Armor paid some special attention to the little anecdote about Fire Walker's wedding. As traumatic as their own had been, it was almost, almost distant enough for him to find some humor in it. Well, the sort of humor used by soldiers and emergency workers to cope with the darkness they faced, but still. "Well, I suppose its nice to know we haven't been alone as far as eventful weddings go." He remarked with a chuckle as the dinner portion of the evening progressed. Flash's mention of the rumored demeanor of Long Guo guards piqued the Prince's interest, as he mused. "Hm, is that so? I haven't had a chance to meet anypony from the East; it would be interesting to see how guard practices work over there. Say, Cady, didn't you once get that letter from a Long Guo guard?" Princess Cadence's Column was, of course, read religiously by her husband. As the course of the conversation continued, Swift gave some more practical suggestions as to how the Crystal Couple could improve visitor figures to the Empire. Shining's smile was admittedly rather rueful as he gave his reply. "Those are... not cheap investments. The treasury isn't quite so extensive as all that, and you have to factor in the security costs as well. I don't want to put what amounts to an open portal to Tartarus on our borders if I can at all help it. Outside investment could help, but they'd want proof of viability, which we could only get with increased tourism, which requires better transportation investment." His smile was blown away by his sigh. "Quite the catch-22. The winter sports idea is a good one, though the weather is... not cooperative out in the north. The storms come quick, and we just don't have the pegasi to manage them." The subject of music did bring a short chuckle out of him, though. "Oh, you'll probably have to talk to Celestia about that. She seems to know all the musicians, and would be just the sort to bring in one of those bands." As the main course was finished, Shining made a move to excuse himself. "I'm going to go check up on Aquamarine, Cady. See how she's doing." He said, in the tone of a concerned, fatherly commander. Taking a glass of port with him, he made his way through the crowds to where the mare had acknolwedged him with a curtsy. "Good evening, Miss Gleam." He said as he approached, very consciously avoiding either a military or social rank. He wasn't here as either a commanding officer or as a Prince, right now. "Glad you could make it all the way down here, it was a bit of a trip for me and Cadence. You here alone, or is there a plus one somewhere I didn't see?"
  7. Nothing so noble as storm-battling had brought Earth Writer to these islands. The former journalist, frankly, needed a vacation. He hadn't been in a healthy environment since losing his position in the Canterlot Chronicle in disgrace, and even his new position, though it paid well, was hardly a refreshing atmosphere. His boss had been kind enough to provide some time for him to recover himself in the tropics, but even the Gallopagos had lost its charm. He didn't know whether it was his newly-acquired misequinthropy, or just the kitschy nature of the island's tourist infrastructure, but the unicorn found himself driven to inner mountains, or remote beaches, for relief. But such places were often devoid of good food, and Earth was a bit of a foodie. Thus, he returned to more populated areas to search for food. A worn guidebook, bought for a bit in a used bookstore, promised that Feather John's provided a local-approved kind of cuisine, native to these islands and not designed to tickle the fancy of mainlanders with too much money to burn. He put in his breakfast order, taking a glass of POG (pineapple orange guava) juice, taking a sip of what he was certain was liquid sunshine in disguise, and feeling just a little bit of the dark clouds part. *I missed this. Something honest; he squeezed and mixed this himself, and didn't get it frozen in a can.* The unicorn's eyes opened, ready to take in the world... and lit upon the one mare he never expected to and always worried about meeting again. The surprise was enough for the magical grip on his glass to slip, splashing his entire front in the bright-colored juice. "Horseapples!" He expleted, loud enough to remove any possibility of avoiding Sugar Apple's notice. Nonetheless, he directed a nervous glance her way, in case the Sisters were so merciful. On the possibility that they were not, the pegasus mare would behold a sorry sight. Gone was the bright, happy, and optimistic up-and-coming reporter that had once frolicked and whispered sweet nothings to her in the Canterlot parks. In his place was a frankly disheveled stallion, even without the juice dripping off his coat. He'd neglected to shave, his jacket and hat were rumpled and worn, and his overall attitude was that of a pony who had fought the world and lost.
  8. Despite its Equestrian origins, the Magic Guild was technically open to all unicorns, regardless of where they called home. Chipper Demise was one such remote member, hailing from the Southern Wilds of the Northern Continent of Wildscar (say that three times fast!) Such a remote upbringing had allowed his old master free reign to impart some rather... darker expertise than one typically got in Celestia's School for Talented Unicorns. Fortunately, none of that seemed to have any apparent adverse effects on the young stallion's soul; as he remained as bright and happy as his first name, even as he played around in the domain indicated by the latter. He'd even discovered how to turn necromancy into healing magic, winning him a place in one of the prominent caribou tribes. That all being said, Dark Wizards were never quite trusted in the Northlands, so it had been decided that it would be good for him to make a few new friends in Equestria... and maybe learn some less umbral magic while he was at it. Not that Chipper was concerned with such things, right now. In many aspects of character, he'd never grown up, and he was treating this cultural exchange trip more or less as a Spring Break vacation with his new friends! He was up bright and early, free of airsickness as they got off the vessel onto the towers. "Whoa, we must be near the coast, I can feel it in the air. Quite the as-SALT on the senses! Nya-ahahahaha!" One could only hope their hostess had a tolerance for puns...
  9. Bluebelle silently wondered, in the few seconds before Starlight Glimmer entered, whether everypony had gotten the memo about her changing the official title to "Archancellor" from the previously plebian "headmare." And, if not, would it be a good idea to keep pressing the issue? She didn't want to appear too vainglorious, but if this school was to stride forward in the rather ambitious boots it had cobbled for itself along the path it was blazing, every possible aspect needed to command respect from outsiders. The Princess was not going to take any guff from the likes of Chancellor Neighsay. Hence, the one-upping of the titles... The counselor's voice drew the alabaster mare's mind to the present, where she greeted the newcomer with a smile. "Oh, no, that's quite alright; I understand that we all need a little time to set up our schedules. I just wanted to make sure I got a chance to meet with all my new colleagues." She waved a hoof to the seat that Rarity had recently vacated. "And there's no interruption at all, this is just an informal meeting for us to get to know each other. I'm familiar enough with the Elements, but all I know of you is what Twilight put in your file, which was pretty thin and lacking context. I imagine you don't know me all that well, either, come to that! I'll bet Twilight surprised you with naming me as successor with minimal explanation. So why don't we swap stories?" Bluebelle may not have known much, but there was enough background knowledge in her for her to add, "Don't worry, I won't judge. I'm partly here myself because of overcoming a less than friendly past, so to speak."
  10. So... it seemed that the Crystal Empire as a travel destination still needed a bit of rehabilitation work. Being remote plus an invasion site didn't do much for the tourist board, and Shining Armor felt more than most ponies the sting of having one's home ill-defended. Not something he felt like contemplating right now, with his daughter back home. It was all to easy for a father to spiral into a series of worries, which would only drag Cady, then the whole evening down with them. Shaking his head, he tried to cut these off at the stem, and was quite grateful to Swift for re-directing their attention. "Ah, so they are! I haven't heard anything, and I would think Twilight would write me if two of her best friends were getting married to each other. She did write to me about their son. Even tried to set up a playdate with Flurry for little... Zap, I think it was? I wonder if we could still manage that?" Now freed to roam, Shining noted that the two Elements were not the only couple in sight. Of course, with so many guards bringing in a plus one, it was only natural that relationships would either begin or continue. Smiling, he could only imagine how his wife was feeling now right now, in an atmosphere of love... "Let's see now, I think I see the beginning of something beautiful over there, Cady." He pointed the pink Princess towards where Aegis was meeting up with Reckless. Couple-spotting was among one of their favorite things to do together. "Not to mention, there's probably a good story over there." He pointed out where Sparkles and Licorice were sitting. "In fact, the only one I see alone is... oh dear, one of mine." He pointed out Aquamarine, recongizing the signature on her regalia marking her as part of the Crystal guard."
  11. It was a point of pride with Bluebelle that she did not back down from the potentially profitable brainwaves of other ponies, particularly when profits could accrue to her while others did the necessary work. To this end, she matched Rarity's predatory smile with a positively gleeful one of her own. "Oh, I look forward to it, darling. Do set a time for a private fitting, yes?" And with a last flirtatious wink, the Princess bade her farewell. "So long!" She waved, before going back to finish her salad with a chuckle. "Well, she got around to it eventually, which is fair enough. Not everypony on this faculty can be expected to be so straightforward as you, after all." She remarked to Applejack as she magically wrangled stray bits of almond onto her fork. "And yes, I quite remember that, too. Funny, infatuation really doesn't improve the quality of flirtation, I've found. More often than not, it leaves you either completely tongue-tied and in awe, or else you say something stupid in the hopes of impressing the other pony. Now that we've both gotten more over ourselves and each other, I suppose that sort of thing is going to happen between us more often."
  12. Feng hugged Hanabi a little tighter to him, before relaxing his wing to allow a little airflow. Las thing you wanted to do was hold a friend under a stinky wingpit. Not that it was, but such things were a constant background worry for pegasus and longma alike. "So it would seem, given the results I managed to pull. Heh, I think I might have taken the Iron Pony title, to tell you the truth. Not to brag or anything!" He laughed, standing up to stretch, before looking down on his fox friend with a warm smile. "Couldn't have done it without ya, thanks." His attention found itself drawn to Sunset and Tempest; he was a little too far to hear what they were saying, and pondered if he ought to go over or not. "I don't want to abandon them; Empress knows poor Tempest needs all the friends she can get right now, just maybe not right now. Do you think it's OK to approach them yet?"
  13. The Princess had to hoof it to her, Rarity could sell an idea just as well as she could sell a dress. A fashion club sounded like a good idea to her, and wouldn't you know it, but the Fashionista had done all the paperwork and preparation already! It was like she just knew that Bluebelle was looking for every opportunity to not have to take on any more dead trees, not until her secretary caught up with her, at least. "Ah, a fashion club sounds wonderful! It looks as if you've put a lot of thought into this, so I suppose there's little left to do save put it up on the bulletin board!" Smiling at the other alabaster unicorn, she fluttered her lashes at Rarity as she said, "I do so appreciate it when my staff takes... initiative." Giggling again, she returned to her salad, eyes glancing back towards the door. "I saw Starlight Glimmer on the stage when I made my opening announcement. Twilight told me she's the guidance counselor? I confess that I'm not familiar with her story all that much."
  14. Shining chuckled on hearing his wife answer with her cassus belli for world conquest. "Oh, works for me!" He closed off the joke with a smile and a wink, knowing full well that Cadence spoke in jest. And if, on some remote possibility, she wasn't... well, there were worse reasons to fight, surely. Back to the party at hoof, Shining was slightly disappointed to see that his effort to put the now-Corporal Flash Sentry at his ease had not gone quite so well. He supposed that his status among the guard would affect that, but surely that meant little enough here, in a social setting? Then he remembered that he was technically royalty by marriage, which was like a general coming into the enlisted mess, as far as society was concerned. It was a real pain sometimes, but mostly he just found it funny. Who could have guessed that life would turn out this way? His attention was drawn back to Swift, whom the captain was pleased to note was familiar with O&O. "Oh, I cut my teeth on second edition; though we did try to retrofit our campaign into three-point-zero when it first came out. That was... probably a mistake, but we still had fun." He laughed at the memories; nerdy as his hobbies could be stereotyped as, that was the one and only occasion where he had deployed a spreadsheet in the service of amusement. "I don't disagree." He replied, as Swift mentioned the probable usefulness of returning to a more defensive stance in the capitals. "Trouble is, the necessary retrofits could take... decades, possibly. Not just the architecture, but the whole organization of defense forces. I made the mistake of presenting my ideas of re-organizing the REA to better match the hero-focused point balance of Old Equestria armies in Tabletop Battleforge to General Pummel back when I was a Second Lieutenant. Of course, given how we've actually countered most threats since then, I think that's been more-or-less justified. I mean, it's how we've always fought, as a country and a culture. Trying to import a foreign military standard just isn't going to work as well. You can give a pony a katana, but that doesn't make them a samurai. Nor does the uniform and drill make them an Aquellian Marine." Realizing he was beginning to ramble, he caught himself. "Eh, but I guess we shouldn't go on like this here. After all, we're here to thank ponies, not to critique anypony but ourselves. And, er, I think Flash was a Private when last under my command; I honestly forget if he was promoted before or after transferring. It was a... confusing time." Before he could say anything else, his wife's sudden outburst of marriage enthusiasm caught everyone off-guard, though Shining recovered first. "Yes, pretty much. She'll probably officiate, if you ask nicely and in sufficient time in advance. Oh, and you'd have to host the wedding in the Empire, but we've got some very nice venues, and recently expanded hotels for any guests." As a new ruler, Shining did after all have a duty to drive traffic to power the Crystal Empire's economy, after all...
  15. Bluebelle grinned, pleased to have caught onto Rarity's wavelength. It was more that the fashionista had flirty personality than that she was looking for anything serious, a realization that probably could have spared them both a bad first impression if Prince Blueblood had come to it sooner. No matter, though, they were here now and having fun. "Oh, but don't you you remember the first lesson of love and generosity?" She rejoined with a giggle. "The more you give, the more you realize that you possess to give- ooh!" She gave a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of the tape bound around her neck. This mare really knew how to press the Princess' buttons! But perhaps it was time to de-escalate the situation, especially if Rarity was indeed not being serious. "That they do, no doubt. Much of it, perhaps, might be called superficial, affection conjured from a mere look. I used to resent that, but I have since come to peace with it. Nothing given without serious thought need be taken with seriousness, after all." As for how serious the Princess had actually been, well! She was most certainly not an easy mare... but neither an impossible one. However, for the sake of propriety, and the fact that they had both a watching audience and business to discuss, the conversation shifted. Bluebelle had a good head on her when it came to fashion, but Rarity was the expert in the room, and she was more than happy to defer to her ultimate judgement. "Ooh, yes! That looks quite sharp, I love it! I don't know if I'll be so strict on the code, though. As long as the general theme is kept throughout, I will allow the students to personalize their look, with the materials given to them. It is only fair to have our uniform philosophy reflect our diversity and unity both."
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