Halide

A'ight, they all in on the list now! ...Strikes me we have more performers in on this than crowdmembers! Anyone want in on the dancing and cheering?

Popped them all up on their respective lists! ...Well, Ok, I did that a few days ago, but still. Anyone else interested in being on the stage or amidst the crowd? Seriously, we ain't judgin'. Come on and post!

So I've been using Fetrock as a means of employ for a few musical ponies, and I figured, why not make it an actual thing? So I DID! HA! Backstage thread : http://www.canterlot...gnup-requested/ On-stage thread : In the works Audience thread : Coming soon! Fetrock - a once-a-year, not-for-profit independent concert outside of Ponyville city limits where new and aspiring high-energy musicians perform in front of new potential fans, employers or fellow band members. A summer celebration of late-night fun and excitement, of ponies singing their passions and their masterpieces to a crowd of enthusiastic fans. A chance at the spotlight for those in the limelight, a chance in the limelight for those in the dark, and best of all, a chance to see who's really got love for the stage and the life of a musician on the go. Now, not many of you know me anymore, but don't worry, I've done stuff like this before. It'll work, no worries, and here's how it's gonna go down. There'll be three major threads - backstage, on-stage, and audience. The back-stage thread will be for, you guessed it, the performers, before and after their performances, either egging eachother on or trading postal codes or just readying up with one-another, if they're so inclined. This isn't restricted to musicians only, given the somewhat informal nature of the concert, but it'll mostly be about the musicians. Savvy? Coo'. Movin' on. The on-stage will strictly be for performances - one player at a time, singing one song at a time (or, describing one song at a time for the electronica and instrumentalist crowds). Please don't just quote verbatim a song you happen to like - it'd be far, far more interesting if you came up with a song for the character, by the character, rather than just searching up lyrics and hitting ctrl-C, ctrl-V. If you want to just do that, I'm sure there's a 'favourite song' thread somewhere in brony chatter. Also, given the nature of this thread, it'll be pretty straight-up structured - post order will be predetermined and maintained by the players at all times. Capish? Sweet. The audience thread will be, you guessed it, the crowd itself - mill about, get to know other musical enthusiasts, post awe and admiration for whatever the most recent performance post was. Whatever you like, just have a blast and play nice! There'll be no real structure to this thread. Now, I'm not allowed to just pull out a mass ensemble of performers, listeners and characters on spec, and to be honest I don't want to make enough characters on the spot to pull all this off. So, that said, here's what I'm gonna ask to see other writers chip in, if they're so inclined. Mostly, I just need people interested in playing a night-time summer's celebration, as performers, audience members, party-goers or what-have-you. OCs, canon characters, bring 'em all. Just lemme know who you're bringing and what your angle is, and I'll put you on the list! Speaking of lists : Here's one. MC : Sandley Bronzehoof ; The Masked MC Stagehoof, setup - Ignition ; the Spitfire Pegasus Bouncers (Volunteer position) : Open Audience members, funders [OPEN] - Gilda ; the gryphon iconic - Pyro Blaze ; Guard in the making - Might ; The gol'durn Batsman - Psmith ; The chatterbox - Mirthbane ; More metal than expected Performers [OPEN] - Ignition ; the spitfire pegasus - Octavia ; Mare of the strings - Lightning Dancer and Black Moon ; The Wise Owls - Aposemati ; Gryphon of class - Sky Sailing ; Wingin' the keyboard - Lightning Dash ; Drums of Thunder So yeah. Just drop a line in here saying if you want in, and I'll start throwing together this ramshackle event.

[colour=#d3d3d3]The teal-coloured mare giggled and bounced along - full of energy, and possibly coiled springs. Who knew, maybe Ponyville had a few acrobats and-or contortionists.[/colour] [colour=#339999]"it was a bird. A really pretty, big majestic red one I hadn't seen before. It landed near me to listen to my song, but then I stopped to look at it and it flew away. I followed it in here, and eventually started singing again in hopes of finding it. Then I just lost track of where I was while I was focusing on the song!"[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]So, rather than anything directly intriguing, the mare was simply lost. Either that, or she was a particularly good liar and this was all a finely-crafted ruse. There was no reason not to believe her, but for the sake of his own entertainment, the stallion simply decided she may yet be obfuscating him from some greater truth. [/colour] [colour=#339999]"This kinda thing always seems to happen to me for some reason..." [/colour][colour=#d3d3d3]Or maybe she was just easily lost in thought. So much for suspecting her of espionage and crafting some elaborate plot she might be up to in his head.[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]But, that would be quickly enough interrupted. Likely for the best, as Mirthbane was prone to falling silent in thought for extended periods of time if not stimulated into conversation. He was a hermit, after all, and although his verbosity was extensive, small talk wasn't much his forte[/colour][colour=#000000].[/colour] [colour=#339999]"So you like plants, huh? That's cool. You find any really pretty ones in here? I'm always looking for nice things to bring back to my special somepony. Come to think of it, i think I did see some really nice looking blue flowers a while back..."[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]she said, keeping the casual conversation coming.[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"Blue flowers... Well, there are more than a few flora of such hues, but if you notice any with dark blue stems and extended stigma - that is, long pollen-bulbs on thin little rods - keep your distance and mind your step. Those are called poison joke, and that particular species is maddeningly trecharous."[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]Lyra would probably notice Mirthbane's tone pick up in tone and pitch - rising in unfiltered interest and curiosity, rather remaining cynical and flat. [/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"Not directly dangerous, but they're rather chaotic, and more than capable of altering a pony in ways one might consider... Ironic. It's actually frustrating, the changes I've noticed from that particular flora seem to very heavily imply some intelligence within whatever entity brings about the magical effects, and some inflictions are so stark and outlandish as to show immense amounts of aerthic capability. I'm all but certain I'd need extensive expertise and assistance in order to ascertain some method of manipulating the effects to some particular goal, but even as a raw catalyst for other alchemic effects, they display a truly tortuous twist of unignorable promise and unimaginable difficulty. I've attempted to suspend various particulates of the plant in an aqueous solution in order to discern the alchemic..."[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]It was at that point that the coal-coated pony stopped short, shaking his head.[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"And this is what happens when I prepare a dissertation on my findings out of boredom. Sorry. To make my summation brief, avoid the blue flowers with dark-blue stems and long pollen buds, and certainly don't try and fetch them for anypony of which you might be fond. If you're looking for something a little more pleasing to both look and scent, there are a few conerose trees here and there, though you'll have to look higher in the boughs for the fresher blossoms. Though I'm not sure what purpose a cross between rose and pinecone is supposed to have for the tree, the effect is at least pleasantly peculiar. However, I wouldn't consider it to be valuable beyond what you might find at a florists.[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]However, for all his long-winded talking, they were still in the everfree, and perhaps unfortunately for them both, the 'guide' of the two hadn't been paying very much attention for the several long minutes which he'd spent letting words gush from his muzzle like a dictographic firehose. Was there something on the prowl for distracted ponies? Who would know?[/colour] ​

"Think fast, Red, I ain't gonna keep this up if you aren't at least smarter than you look!" [colour=#ff0000]"Oh, get plucked! I'm not a total chowderhead!"[/colour] But hey, points for keeping up, certainly. It was a narrow passageway, certainly not meant for two flying abreast at those speeds. It was the sort of thrill Ignition loved - one crossed tail, one wayward pinch of an updraft, one errant misflap... an' ka-whammie! Still, their target lay ahead, and the absolutely pointless whistling of the billycop was sort of trying to catch up to them. [colour=#ff0000]"Check it!" [/colour]Shouted Ignition, doing her best to point a hoof towards a somewhat smallish underpass between two large, interlocked complexes. She wasn't going to start shouting directions when there might be unwanted ears to listen in on them - the gryphon would just have to use her head. [colour=#ff0000]"And... Now!"[/colour] With that, Ignition tucked in her wings and her legs, turning into a large red dart, dropping in an arc through the air. A risky move, given the contorted air currents that usually bewitched such narrow places, but she knew how to use her tail for stability. a few feet from the ground, she opened her wings and extended her legs, trying to frantically slow herself to a stop, her hooves skittering across the ground as she attempted to make a rather sharp 90-degree left turn while landing. She didn't quite make her mark, her side slamming into the archway and knocking the wind out of her. But, still, she scampered into the underpass, disappearing from view in the shadowy tunnel below. She went a ways in. wheezing quietly as she tried to regain her breath. She'd given her tag-along some room to follow behind her, craning her neck to see if she would. Now it was up to the gryphon to make the turn before any prying eyes could see where she went.

Well then, try seeing if you can meet people through the chat rooms or however else.

Most of the higher-quality players keep to the 'mane' RP section, so if you're looking for longer posts and deeper interaction, you might try that instead of freeform, simply because there's something of a filter of players and characters involved.

What even STARTED this nonsense, how can you SERIOUSLY even PARTICIPATE with it??? Also Twilight AND Luna AND Celestia are gonna be rewarded to new players in due time... Probably before the end of the month, even. Wow? Sure, we can be surprised by that. Let's see how that turns out.

The only way in which a world such as the one shown by My Little Pony could exist is if the universe surrounding it had laws of physics that completely defied our own. As scientific understanding of such phenomena as gravity and biologic development continues to cement itself to further and further depths of understanding, it seems increasingly improbable that a different universe would have a completely different set of physical laws binding it.

[colour=#339999]"Thanks a lot! I'm not sure I'd know how to get back on my own!"[/colour][colour=#000000] [/colour][colour=#a9a9a9]Given the way she'd been panicking earlier, Mirthbane had little doubt she'd escape the Everfree quickly - not without assistance, anyhow. Still, such ideas seemed not to bother her in the slightest, as she continued beaming cheerfully as soon as he mentioned her melodic capabilities. [/colour][colour=#339999]"Ya really think so? Awesome! I've been working on that one for a while. Normally I just sing the old-timey lyre songs I find. Singing my own stuff based on stuff I've been around for is still kinda new to me... [/colour][colour=#339999]I think everypony will like it, especially in Ponyville since the whole Nightmare Moon thing happened so close."[/colour] [colour=#a9a9a9]The apparently younger of the two unicorns was decidedly full of energy, far more carefree than the pony that seemed to be dreadfully lost a full five minutes ago. Either she had been dropped on her head quite a lot as a child (which Mirthbane did not actually suspect, given that her creative faculties were rather intact), or she had some measurable trust in his capacity to lead her to the safety of Ponyville. Or, at least, this was the conclusion he drew from her sudden outburst of extroversion; maybe she just really liked the sound of her own voice. It was an admittedly nice voice, but nevertheless, she used it rather more frequently than her guide apparent might have deemed wise under the circumstances. He pondered briefly on taking her up on a further explanation upon the events she had so lyrically described; some recount of the whole "Nightmare" incedent caught his interest rather quickly, even if it was a bardic retelling rather than a factual dictation of events. But, the energetic unicorn simply bounced ahead - ahead of him, for Luna's sake, while he was supposed to be guiding her out of the woods. Yes, it was a reasonably straight path, but still...[/colour] [colour=#339999]"So? How deep into this place are we? Also, what were you doing out here? Seems like an odd place for a pony to ever want to go. I mean you can't be lost too since you said you know the way."[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"I would estimate we're about twenty minutes' canter from the edge of the forest nearest to Ponyville. On that note, however, I am not lost in the slightest; I live here, temporarily and by my own choice, and have done so for about nineteen months counting. As for what I do here, I'm compelled to study the supernatural flora of this locale further. There are a great many species here that offer considerable potential, and I hope to both discover, cultivate and publish upon some of the more useful specimens. In short, I am here for the purposes of academic discovery."[/colour] [colour=#a9a9a9]He decided to skip out on going into long-winded explanations of how difficult it could be to reproduce desirable outcomes in various species - apparently, magical plants had the capacity to be extraordinarily picky, not that he needed to explain such at gratuitous length.[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"However, I could ask the same of you. One does not wander this freely or this deep into the everfree without some cogniscience as to their direction..."[/colour] ​

[colour=#339999]"I really didn't know anypony was nearby,"[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]remarked the unicorn, laughing in quiet merriment - laughing, for luna's sake.[/colour] [colour=#339999]"Did you like what you heard? I've been working on that for a while now! [/colour][colour=#339999]I'm Lyra! [/colour][colour=#339999]Wait, I already said that, didn't I?"[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]There was a quiet utterance of slight consternation from the disheveled unicorn, who brought a hoof to the bridge of his nose quietly.[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"Yes, you did."[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]Was his rather flat response. Apparently, now that there was some equestrian company around, she had forgotten entirely about the fact that she was in the Everfree forest, and suddenly this misguided meeting had turned into some sort of tea party, save for a complete lack of tea[/colour][colour=#000000].[/colour] "[colour=#339999]So who are you?"[/colour][colour=#d3d3d3] she asked rather suddenly, as though she simply were allowed to demand such things on a whim[/colour][colour=#000000].[/colour] [colour=#339999]"Oh! And do you know the way back to Ponyville?"[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"I go by the moniker of Mirthbane, and rather fortunately for you, I am well aware of the way to Ponyville. You are by no means the first pony to wander this far into the woods, and I daresay that you are unlikely to be the last unlucky visitor to trespass here."[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]But, despite his rather unenthusiastic tone, he did make some small attempt to socialize, rather than simply perform the task of guiding home a wayward unicorn. With that, emerald eyes looked to the sky, looking for the moon and a few relevant constellations. Thus oriented, he gave a nod of his head in the appropriate direction, lifting his hooves as he prepared to lead on.[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"This way, and carefully mind your hooves. The roots of these trees grow strong and wild."[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]He paused - yes, that was the responsible things to say. Not necessarily friendly or polite, but his diction had served its menial purpose. After a moment's pause, he added [/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"...For the record, I actually did enjoy your singing. You are remarkably capable with music and song, if you are so in need of affirmation to ask such from one such as myself." [/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]With that somewhat friendlier remark, the unicorn began to lead on. Though the trip yet to come would be slow and unsteady, but at least there was a very good chance of the musician getting out of the woods well before sunrise, and very much intact.[/colour] ​

[colour=#d3d3d3]It was the singing that caught his attention - there weren't many things that spoke in the everfree forest, and fewer still that could carry a tune that wasn't simply birdsong. The rythmic playing that accompanied it was unfamiliar, certainly, though it tugged at his cerebral flesh like so many tiny little tweezers. And so, distracted from his nocturnal search of budding herbs and thawing plants, the coal-coated transient allowed himself to be entranced by the carried tune, his hooves quietly carrying him closer, his horn's glow coming to a dim, and finally ceasing altogether as he snuck closer. [/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]A few thoughts crossed his mind as to what it could be - mythical creatures weren't entirely out of the question here, or so he assumed. Perhaps it was some sort of nymph, or a siren seeking out what few animals it might entrance. ...would he be allowed to suspect such things if it were a spell being placed upon him? A peculiar thought, if not a touch macabre. Either way, it warranted investigation - investigation of things strange and unexplored was, after all, his reason for living there, and thus it was not likely he'd let an opportunity for study pass. It only struck him as he came closer still that this might not be anything magical, mystical or extraordinary at all - in fact, it rather began to sound like a pony. A talented pony, and a rather stalwart one at that, but a pony nevertheless. One which, he considered with a touch of bitter resentment, would likely need to be guided back to her home; the timberwolves were active, and while he knew some ways of evading them, not everypony was fortunate (or unfortunate) to have his experience or his aerthic expertise (such as it was).[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]Then came the howl - a terrible, rasping sound, but one that would give warning. This was a bad place to be, and it was only becoming more and more apparent. However, his ears were not the only ones working, and there was the sound of commotion - hooves clattering against roots, rock and dirt, the sound of a voice suddenly panicked. What he did not expect, however, was that the target of his curiosity would turn tail and run headlong into him. That caught him very much by surprise, and not being a unicorn of exceptionally strengthened build, Mirthbane was sent reeling more than a little.[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]A tangle of a tattered dark green cloak mixed amidst a dirty coal-coloured coat would likely be the first thing Lyra saw of him, shortly followed by a slightly chipped horn and a pair of perturbed emerald eyes, along with four muddied limbs that were rapidly trying to sort themselves out.[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]He might have been something resembling a handsome fellow, save for the fact that his longish white mane was smudged, oily and unkempt, his horn was chipped, his coat was muddy, his tail was slightly knotted, and he smelled of someone who spent too much time by a bubbling pot. This was Mirthbane, and rather unfortunately for his social standing, the Everfree was his home. Not that it seemed to be particularly hospitable towards him, but it remained so nonetheless.[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"Caution is a means of survival here, young lady. It would be exponentially wiser of you to exercise it than to engage in such unfettered panic."[/colour] [colour=#d3d3d3]The upturned unicorn grumbled somewhat quietly, rising to his feet. So much for staying quiet and avoiding the wolves' attention altogether, their keen ears might well have heard that collision.[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]"Now keep your voice down. Timberwolves do not make for pleasant company, and I do not presume either of us to be brave enough to want to teach them any manners."[/colour]​

Frank Herbert's DUNE.

Mail! Mail, mail, mail mail mail! Ha ha, hee hee, hoo hoo! Matchie had her own little bout of merriment as she withdrew the refreshingly hefty satchel of mail from her inbox. Ponies all over equestria, no doubt with her services in request! She shuffled through each letter, quietly taking note - a fair number from Canterlot, not a big surprise given how large that city was... Baltimare... Manehattan... Oooh, a Stalliongrad writer? Good to see her letters were getting that far out! But, still, she had work to do, even if it was delightful. Let's see... [colour=#cc0033]"Oh, my... An archaeologist, a gentlemare... A musician, an aspiring chef, a historian, another musician... A hero, that ought to be interesting! Oh, my, I should check on Pathfinder, shouldn't I..." [/colour]Reminded of her previous matches, the matchmaking mare thought back to previous uncertain pairings, remembering with a bit of a start that she hadn't actually received any letters back on satisfaction or dissatisfaction with her services. ...Odd, but oh well! She had matches to make. One, however, stood out very quickly - Snowflake? ...Really? Snowfall's mother, what a delight! Oh, how delightful, that one had worked out quite well after all! She'd get priority, of course. A good two hours later of reading, taking notes and pontificating, she had one very striking match, and another that she had a fairly good feeling about. Marvelous! Well, time to get to writing! "To Madam Snowfall: Thank you once again for taking the opportunities offered by One Plus Another; thanks to your eloquently-filled form, we've managed to find you a match that should prove most gratifying! The stallion in question is none other than the respected archaeologist Doctor Merlot, a rather well-to-do unicorn with a khaki coat, a very well-kept mane, a spring in his step, and a rather sharp mind. Given that you are both ponies of excelsior taste, I have arranged for a stay at the Hightower Hotel in Canterlot, as well as a reserved seats at the Canterlot Royal Theatre for a viewing of A Midnight Summer's Dream. Your stay is scheduled for saturday evening through sunday afternoon of the upcoming week, so do feel free to take your own liberties in Equestria's finest city! Have a wonderful day! -Matchie" And, with her letter written, a similar one was scribed for the good doctor, Matchie's face in nothing short of a rather enthused smile. "For the attentions of Dr. Merlot: Thank you most kindly for your charming missive; it is with no small amount of pleasure I would like to inform you of a match found between you and the delightful mare known as Crystal Snowflake, a rather respectable powder-blue pegasus with a keen eye for fashion and design. Given that you are both ponies of excelsior taste, I have arranged for a stay at the Hightower Hotel in Canterlot, as well as a reserved seats at the Canterlot Royal Theatre for a viewing of A Midnight Summer's Dream. Your stay is scheduled for saturday evening through sunday afternoon of the upcoming week, so please take the opportunity to try and show her some of Equestria's finer destinations! With my sincerest gratitude and the best of Equestrian luck to you -Matchie" Ah. ...Hah! That was fun, and it certainly brightened her spirits! Yes, there was a tiny smidgen of room for disaster, if the two attempted to out-wit one-another endlessly, but somehow Matchie was rather certain that the two would get along famously. Emphasis on famous, considering their respective standings! But, still, with a careful folding, an addition of the necessary tickets and paperwork for their travels, and her good sealing wax, those two were taken care of. On to the next match she'd managed to conjure up - a pair of young ponies, a little shy and a little intimidated by the sheer scale of the world? Well, first a location would have to be found - maybe somewhere strong with independant music and arts, just to get the shy musician a little more talkative and enthused, seeing as the stallion seemed to perhaps be the more confident of the two. ...Hm, that was a touch of a predicament. He would likely be more comfortable showing her around Canterlot, while she would be more at ease in her own home town. Hm indeed... With another twirl of her quill, she made up her mind and got to writing, this time a touch more informally. "Dear Musica-Lee Congratulations! Based on the darling letter you've written for us, we've managed to find you a match! The lucky young fellow in question goes by the name of Time Spinner, a coal-coated unicorn with an acorn-brown mane, very close to your age. As for where the date's been scheduled, I've attempted to keep things a little lower-key, as per both of your tastes, and as such you two will be meeting this friday, 6 PM, at the north entrance outside Baltimare's public gardens. Don't worry, I've included tickets for admission in the envelope! Have a wonderful evening, and please write back if there's any issue! -Matchie" "Dear Time-Spinner It is with some small delight that I'd like to inform you of a match! The lovely young mare in question goes by the name of Musica-Lee Noted, a musician and a somewhat timid mare besides. You'll be looking for a cream-coloured pegasus with a chestnut mane, probably wearing a bow and vest! The place and time of meeting will be 6 PM at the north entrance outside Baltimare's public gardens - don't worry, I've already got a train ticket and admission for you, as well as a pretty decent discount at the Inn of the Prancing Pony there if you need it (all enclosed within). Treat her gently, but don't be afraid to be yourself! Don't hesitate to write me back if there's some problem with this arrangement! -Matchie" And that, as the poet says, was that. Two matches, four letters, and one big, merry smirk on her face. A few quick bits of notery between herself and the requisite inviduals, and Matchie had everything in place, the letters very swiftly on their way to the individuals they were meant for. Feeling thus accomplished, the matchmaker mare sorted out the rest of the applications as need be, and started looking through her drawers to see if she'd missed anything. ...Oh, that application was still there! Oh dear oh dear, she'd have to do something about that one, no mistake. Serendipity, with any luck, might still be receptive... [colour=#d3d3d3]But that letter is another story.[/colour]

It's open again, now at :

(( OOC : THIS THREAD NO LONGER IN SERVICE. SEE MATCHMAKER SERVICES 3 : MATCHMAKE HARDER, THE DIRECT TO VHS SEQUEL. )) All over Equestria, everywhere and anywhere she could think of it, Matchie had put out application forms for her matchmaking service. Anypony could find them, really! She had them stuffed in mailboxes, she made them available at post offices and the like. They were fairly short, and fairly quick to fill out! All anypony had to do was write a few answers here, a few sentences there, pay a bit for postage, and voila! They'd be on the list! The application is short, on slightly cheap parchment, and seems to be magically copied, if one can tell. Written upon it is the following : Hi there! Thank you for choosing One Plus Another, Equestria's choicest blind-date and matchmaking service! Just a few minutes of your time, and you'll be on your way to finding that special match chosen just for you! Please answer the following truthfully, and to as much detail as you think is necessary! Name : Gender : Gender preference (Optional) : Location : Age : Species : Species preference (Optional) : Cutie-Mark (Optional) : How would you describe yourself, physically? ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ How would you describe your personality? ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ What things in life are important to you? ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ What's your idea of the ideal first date? ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ What are you looking for? ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Anything else you think we should know? ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ You're done! Just mail this to Matchie at One Plus Another, 413 Saltyhoof lane, Fillydelphia, EQ, and we'll get back to you as soon as we can! Have a wonderful day! ​

Dear Magi, Have you ever really been far even as decided to use even go want to do write more like? Best of luck. [colour=#ffffff]Also I'm not apologising for this one but you're still pretty cool.[/colour] - Halide ​

[colour=#006400]"[/colour][colour=#006400]DAAAAANNGEROUS!"[/colour] Was the only word the approaching dragon managed to pull out of the conversation intact. Now, that was a pretty serious word to be throwing around, but given the enthusiasm behind the speaker's tone, it sounded like some sort of call to adventure, as if 'danger' were a thing to be desired and sought out. Spike was not looking too forward to what he might encounter on the other side of the doorway, his home and best friend aside. Laden with a wagon of books, the young dragon approached the library with this week's shipment of study material, waiting to prove itself useful in some way or another. So, the library had visitors - or customers, more the point - which meant Twilight was probably handing a stranger or two. One boisterous, the other a bit nervous-sounding. But no words from Twilight? That was a little odd, she was usually in her element when helping recommend books - which, in turn, meant she wasn't recommending books. A couple of knocks on the door and an [colour=#4b0082]"I'm back!"[/colour] preceded the baby dragon, who soon enough opened the door, likely proving to be some distraction or outright interruption to the conversation at hand. The window, open... and Twilight's work, ink and quills all on the floor, oh dear. That... wasn't going to help her mood in the slightest, surely. A quick grimace dashed across spike's face, and he tried to take a quick check on Twilight's mood; she wasn't steaming at the ears, which was definitely a plus, but some calming down was probably in order, at least once things were sorted out. However, seeing as the library wasn't in imminent danger of becoming ground zero for a full-on Twilight Panic Attack, the wagon took priority, and so he lugged that in behind him with more than a little effort. Or, at least he tried to do so. Unfortunately for the bookish fellow, this also blocked his exit entirely for more than a few moments while the baby dragon tried to gesture him to one side. [colour=#4b0082]"Sorry there, pal, but if you could just give me a little more room to work with... the wagon doesn't, uh, exactly turn on a dime, heh."[/colour] Spike requested of the present stallion, exerting himself a little more to get the wagon's back wheel up and over the doorframe. Books were, after all, rather dense. But, with the wagon nearly in the doorway, the dragon turned his attention to his superior apparent, trying to keep her calm through his own competence. [colour=#4b0082]"Anything else you need, Twilight?"[/colour] He asked, nodding his head very briefly towards the mess that had been made of her desk, subtly suggesting he clean it up for her.

Give 'em another couple weeks. See if they show up again.

[colour=#800080]"I'm so happy you're a dragon and not a pony."[/colour] He briefly considered muttering a 'yeah, me too', but he caught himself just before opening his mouth, considering it to perhaps be in poor taste, considering the scenario. Spike had heard similar sentiments a few times before in his life - usually in scenarios involving fire. But usually, that statement had been said in releif, rather than in a mix of intangible worry and distress. Another rustle of her wings, and a little purple down managed to waft briefly through the air. Another moment of silence ticked by on his little clock in the corner, the little dragon keeping quiet amidst his own thoughts as he tried to find some straw or another to grasp in conversation. Something nagged at his mind, that maybe there were plans for things to turn out as they had - Twilight, the newly-coronated Alicorn, and himself, her extraordinarily long-lived assistant. ...Did Celestia predict all this? Did she know, or was this simply how things were hoped to turn out? That would be something for a future letter, certainly. But, that would have to wait, as Twilight took in another breath, deciding to look to him for assistance. [colour=#800080]"How do you live with this, Spike?"[/colour] [colour=#4b0082]"I, um... I didn't, really." [/colour]Murmured the juvenile dragon, his voice quieted by a sheepish tone. [colour=#4b0082] "I just told myself that I'd know better when I was older, or that... we'd figure it out when the time was right for it. When I was older, and you were older too. That it'd just be easier then, somehow." [/colour]That sort of thinking had, after all, served him pretty well for the last few years. There wasn't anything stopping it from working for him now, either. But, that probably wouldn't work for Twilight, and if it didn't work for her, then he'd hear of it, and it'd stop working for him, too. Ignorance and apathy were never really the sorts of things one carried in for a long-term plan, and more than ever, Twilight was surely thinking about the bigger picture. [colour=#4b0082]"I guess we're not allowed to just see how it turns out, hunh? I mean, seeing as you're a princess now, there's... there's probably going to be a lot counting on you - on us, even." [/colour]Spike's tone got a little less confident, his head bowing just a little. It wasn't just going to be Twilight and her baby dragon forever. He was going to grow big, strong, and powerful himself; not soon, but he was going to, someday. A clever dragon could do a lot in Equestria, and such a mantle of responsibility would require a lot of careful attention. And yet, the idea of him, a full-grown dragon with all the wisdom and experience of growing up alongside Celestia's protege - maybe even her replacement - that offered him a bit of a reason to smile. Someday, after all, the two of them would be capable of great things. Greater than he could probably imagine. But they were going to be important, and that brought him some solace amidst his uncertainty.

Spike had, of course, been the voice of optimism a few times now, when Twilight had managed to find herself getting terribly upset. But this time? This time felt different. This time, something had irreversably changed. It was impossible to avoid that fact, and although things had seemed to be all smiles and amazement early on, but there were some heavy implications. The other horse-shoe had fallen, but with it came plenty of silver lining. At this point, he was rather certain that they had the same general thought on their minds : Both of them were going to live a very long time, and very few of their friends were going to do the same. Of course, simply trying to force out optimism towards Twilight wouldn't help anything - and frankly, he wasn't sure that it was all sunshine and happiness either. Her own sudden realizations were bringing out some of his own uncertanties; they'd have a lot to discuss, once they'd sorted themselves out. A rustle came from Twilight's wings, and soon enough he found himself playing a part that Smartypants might have once held. Not that he minded in the slightest, of course. The leg around his chest was met with a gentle brushing with the back of his claw for a few moments, and then the sturdy limb was consigned duty as an armrest. Hugs were fine. Hugs helped. He was pretty sure that was an immutable fact. After a bit of hesitation from royalty, Twilight managed out a shaky [colour=#800080]"yeah", [/colour]leaving Spike temporarily grasping for what to say next, stuck between being grateful he'd have his best friend around for much longer, or to comiserate that they were both going to very much outlive their friends in Ponyville. [colour=#4b0082]"...I kinda never wanted to think about it, because... well, it'd mean spending a lot more time remembering you instead of having you around. Even if everyone else... I-I mean..."[/colour] His voice trailed off there. He'd tried to bring up both good and bad at once, and largely, it just crumbled into ideas and trying not to upset Twilight further. Was mentioning all of their other friends a bad idea? Was he being self-centered? ...Well, at least they'd have time to discuss everything. Dawn was quite some time away, after all.

Unlikely; Square Enix and Jupiter have never held much respect for Microsoft's consoles, and at this point developers seem to be gearing more towards the next-generation consoles rather than the currently available set - this will likely be the last KH installment for seventh-generation consoles. On the plus side, given the PS4's PC-like architecture, it seems likely that we'll see a lot more releases readily available for PC/PS4/Xbox 3/Steambox, discounting contractual obligation.

Just a quick note, but when I try and mouse over the "And [x] more..." part of the list of tags of a thread, I get the following error message instead of any meaningful result : Warning: App or area missing from classes_like in /home/artax/public_html/admin/sources/classes/tags/bootstrap.php on line 62 Fatal error: Meta ID missing in /home/artax/public_html/admin/sources/classes/tags/abstract.php on line 918 I'm using Firefox 18.0.2 on Windows 7 SP1 64-bit, though I doubt my OS has much to do with this. I first noticed this when I'd tried a search, conducted from the 'home' page of canterlot, using the embedded search tool at the top right of the screen. However, I've repeated this error when browsing a list of threads normally, such as in http://www.canterlot...and-ge-central/ . Is anybody else getting this?