GhostGirl

Ohai! Another glass maker! Now Murrine's not the only one!

Ah, I wasn't sure if that was discouraged still in tier 3 apps or not. Thanks a bunch! I'll get those removed right away.

Ghost Writer snerked at Double Tap's Shakesbeardian quip. She had a sneaking suspicion that Tap could act, but she wasn't keen on the idea of badgering him to perform in one of her plays. Badgering ponies was rarely her style, unless it came to dragging Spotlight's sorry flank out of bed the morning after the final performance in a town. The pegasus never did want to get up early and leave with the troupe. She briefly considered leaving the star behind once, but had dismissed the idea quickly. Ghost Writer simply couldn't be that spiteful. She listened closely, then, as the stallion attempted to elucidate the appeal of the Gala. Food, music, dancing, socializing, and drinks. Right. Food and music were fine in Ghost's book. Sure, she didn't eat much, but she could munch a little throughout the night if it suited her, and music was always good. It was hard for the mare to find music she didn't like. This, however, is where the list went downhill. Dancing? Ghost had four left hooves. Socializing? She hid from the crowds after plays. Drinks? Tea was one thing, but the drinks Double Tap was talking about where another entirely. "That all sounds... highly stressful, to be frightfully honest, Tap. I know you're relatively new to the troupe, but I had figured you would've picked up on my anxieties by now." A sheepish smile spread across her face. "The Gala is mostly a social event, and I am... not a social pony. I'm merely the mare behind the curtain in the Emerald City that is our troupe. You and Spotlight? The rest of the troupe? You are the Great and Powerful Wizard. You interact with other ponies brilliantly. They find your charm and wit irresistible. Me? My tongue ties itself in knots if I even so much as recognize the fact that I'm in the middle of a crowd." It should be noted about now that Ghost Writer had been making a point of looking at Double Tap, the ceiling, and her own hooves throughout the entire conversation, never letting her gaze wander to the other ponies in the shop.

Picture of my Desktop? Sure. I'm working on a Mare-Do-Well comic right now, hence the MDW background, the MDW desktop pony, and the folder called "Mysterious Mare-Do-Well!" off to the side where it's easy to differentiate from everything else.

"Double Tap!" Ghost Writer's demeanor visibly and audibly brightened ever so slightly at the arrival of the stagehoof. A light smile played on her lips as he teased Spotlight and spoke to Rarity, and then she found herself doing damage control. After all, Spotlight was a diva. She could handle only so much teasing before she would throw a fit, and Carousel Boutique was most certainly not the place for such a scene. "Spotlight, dear." Her voice was soft as she carefully patched up the situation. "Get your dress. Double Tap and I are going to talk." Then, ever so gingerly, she took the brim of the hat in her teeth and plucked it off the mare's head, turning back towards the stallion then and motioning for him to walk with her. A quick flick of her magic and the fedora was then settled on her head, the brim of it just brushing against her horn. "Tap, you really shouldn't torment her so. She can be so temperamental. She's decided she wants to go to the Grand Galloping Gala, and therefore she needs a dress. My brother sent a sum of extra bits to supply her with such. I suppose she must have asked for enough to buy me one, too, because she seems to have got it in her head that I'll be going as well." Consternation and frustration spread across her features then and she looked up at Tap. "Really, what would I even do at the Gala?"

Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Storm Medley Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Pegasus Eye colour: Sky blue Coat: Pale turquoise Mane/Tail: Dark teal, styled in curls Physique: Lean and muscled, Stormy obviously spends a significant amount of time in the air, training and testing her limits. Residence: Cloudsdale Occupation: Weather Quality Assurance -- essentially, Storm Medley bops about to each city and town in Equestria every so often to ensure that their weather teams meet all necessary standards. Cutie Mark: Stormy's cutie mark is a raining, white cloud. The most obvious reason for this is her talent with weather. A lesser-known reason for this is her love of rainstorms. History: Born and raised in Cloudsdale, Storm Medley is an only child. She was well-behaved, barring the typical mischief of children, and she was generally quite content where she was. She did well in her classes and she had a few friends and for a while she fancied the idea of growing up to become a Wonderbolt, as did many pegasi her age. That changed when she went to flight camp. Sure, she could fly well enough, but she didn't take as much joy in simply flying as many other pegasi did. Flying and tricks were neat to watch, but certainly not as much fun to DO. With this in mind, Stormy left flight camp and flung herself into her studies in an attempt to find herself. Her parents helped as much as they could, with tours through the weather factory, lessons on making snowflakes and distilling rainbows, and trips to other towns. It dawned on Stormy during a trip to Ponyville, though, what she wanted to do. Sitting there, watching the weather team whip up a doozy of a storm, she realized that that was what she enjoyed most: working with the weather. A few weeks after the trip to Ponyville, Stormy convinced her parents to take her out to an empty field. Off they went, a herd of clouds in tow. The filly put her heart and soul into building a storm up from a few stray clouds, and while it wasn't a huge storm, it was big enough. She darted between lightning bolts and dashed through dark clouds and when she finally decided she was happy with it, she landed next to her parents. It wasn't until after the storm wore itself down that her father pointed out the cutie mark the filly had earned. She finished her schooling and left home, travelling to Manehattan to head up their weather team and continuing to fine tune her skills. Eventually it became obvious she was needed elsewhere, and she was transferred to Trottingham to lead their weather team. Soon she was no longer a weather team leader, but a weather team trainer, travelling where necessary to help the weather teams shape up and meet standards. When her task was complete and all the weather teams were full up and doing good work, Stormy found herself a little lost and without purpose. She did a couple odd jobs, tried to settle down in Cloudsdale again, and started chomping at the bit to get and about. It was then that she was invited to do Weather Quality Assurance for Equestria. Maintaining an apartment in her hometown, she travels from city to town to village around Equestria, hitting each town at least once a season, to monitor their storms, sunny days, and general weather to be sure they meet all safety and quality standards. Occasionally she's still tapped to help train weather teams that have become lax in their work. Character Summary: Storm Medley has a sort of... dual personality. It's no sort of psychological disorder or anything, it's simply a separation of business and leisure. On the clock, Storm is a no-nonsense type of mare. She maintains a very serious attitude about her work, and she's yet to be spotted joking around with anypony else when she's monitoring storms or working with weather teams. As soon as she's done with work for the day, though, a large grin is plastered to Stormy's face that doesn't fade until she's passed out for the night. Late nights and early morning's are her fare, and her late nights are spent out with friends and new acquaintances in whatever given town she's landed in for a few days. Due to her roaming nature and her travelling work, she develops friendships easily, but has a difficult time keeping in contact with everyone. As such, she possesses a journal in order to keep her thoughts straight, having no close friend to confide in regularly. It doesn't take much to get Stormy to talk to another pony, though. Chatting over coffee or donuts is common, and she can never turn down any meal involving peaches or apples. Bear in mind, she's likely to call on any friend anytime she drops into town. Her visits are unexpected, but she's not terribly hurt if there's not time for plans. All in all, she's a bundle of unending cheer and limitless optimism. She works hard and she plays hard and she relaxes hard, if that's even a thing.

Hurrah for the Lluraturret!

I'm definitely looking getting tattoos eventually. Only one design I want right now, and it's LoZ-related (eye of the sheikah sprawled across my back) rather than FiM-related. Even then there's a lot of personal meaning in the tattoo as well. If I WERE to get something FiM-related, I have no idea what it'd be or where I'd put it. Possibly something to do with Discord or Twilight Sparkle.

Ghost Writer was only mildly aware that Rarity was greeting them, her eyes wide and twitching from Rarity to Spotlight to the crowd. She didn't flinch when she was introduced to the other unicorn mare, either, simply continued watching everyone and trying to calm down. She was slowly becoming unruffled when her ear flicked toward Spotlight as she said "dresses," and suddenly the playwright was unruffled all at once. "Wait. We both? Dresses? For the Gala?" She ran through the past few days in her mind as quickly as she could, from the first mention of the upcoming Gala to the decision to stop off at Carousel Boutique when the troupe made it to Ponyville. Not once could she recall agreeing to go to the Gala. It was too crowded and fancy and posh and... crowded. Suddenly, she was altogether composed and nodded to Rarity. "It is a distinct pleasure to meet you, I must say, but I fear my companion is mistaken. I have no plans to attend the Gala, and thus no need for a dress. We are still here for Spotlight's dress, though, and will both be quite pleased to see what you might be able to do for her." If there was one thing drilled into Ghost Writer's mind by her mother, it was how to talk to ponies who had any pull in high society.

And I'm totally cool with this guy being in the Travelling Players.

Ghost Writer's ear flicked at the word "dresses," and she did a quick mental calculation of the bits her brother had provided. She figured Happi had sent enough for maybe two dresses. Then Spotlight opened the door and Ghost Writer blinked several times in quick succession. First the colours hit her. Even working on plays she wasn't used to so many colours in one place, so near each other. It made her head spin. Then the sound hit her. The plays were in open air so the sound of the crowd could escape. The sounds of the crowded shop, though, were all held in by the building, and the acoustics of the building weren't helping any, either. Finally, the size of the crowd itself hit her, and the unicorn mare was instantly glued to Spotlight's side, wide-eyed as a doe that had just caught scent of a manticore. She was just trying to remember what she was about to ask Spotlight when her train of thought was wrecked by the pegasus' commentary. She mumbled incoherently and stayed close to her friend, avoiding the other ponies at all costs. This was not where the simple unicorn mare belonged. She belonged in her cart, drinking tea and writing stories and enjoying the company of her small troupe. She certainly did not belong in the shop of a renowned dress maker in the middle of a large crowd. She closed her eyes tight and breathed deeply and began counting to ten, trying to calm down, only to have yet another train wrecked by Spotlight's voice calling for Rarity. The poor novelist was getting dizzy.

Ponyville. It was the perfect, slow-moving sort of town. Ghost Writer briefly considered a change of location from Canterlot to Ponyville, then shook the thought away. She knew the troupe would never go for it. No, she'd have to wait until the Traveling Players ready to disband before she could change location. That could take years. As much as Canterlot was often too fast-paced for the quiet little unicorn mare, it was home. She shook the train of thought away and turned back to the matter at hoof. Spotlight was dragging her off to Celestia knows where... again. Always here and there and all around with the pegasus. Only place her leading actress couldn't drag her was Cloudsdale, or she was certain she'd have been dragged there various times as well. Today their destination was some fancy dress shop. Ghost Writer had never been one for finery, but her friend certainly was, and Celestia knew she wouldn't go out shopping alone. The pegasus seemed to think everything had to be a group activity. She stopped short behind Spotlight as they arrived at Carousel Boutique. "Hoity Toity, huh?" she asked, eyeing the building. "Must be fancy, then. We're just here to pick up the one dress for you, right? Won't take long?"

Hurrah! I still think you should magically take me with you somehow. :I

Oh, dude, I'm in with Serenity, no doubt. :I

"I wasn't supposed to be sitting alone. It just... happened," she said, a bitter edge on her tone as she put the finishing touches on the finale of the play she was writing. It was all set for proofreading and editing on the way to Stalliongrad tomorrow. A smile softened her expression, and then she looked up at Domino's next words. "Bleeding?!" Alarm filled her eyes and receded as she saw Eloquence taking care of the pegasus. "No... No, she's in good hooves. I don't need to worry about her right now. I'll see how she feels tomorrow morning and make her drink a lot of very bitter tea before we leave town." As he introduced himself, Ghost Writer regarded Domino with a scrutinous eye. Warily, she accepted his hoofshake. "I'm Ghost Writer... and yes, the very same Ghost Writer that is a novelist and playwright, before you even ask, and if you're a fanboy, please just leave now. I'm trying to relax."

Ghost Writer was metaphorically neck-deep in the tail end of the play she was writer, her face scrunched up in concentration as she furiously scribbled words and sentences and witty lines onto the scroll before her. It took a moment for her to register that somepony was talking to her, let alone what he'd said. "And precisely what do you mean by a 'pony like me?'" she asked, her words tinted by a sharp edge. She neither looked up from her work nor slowed in her writing until she felt a tickle at her throat. At that point, she set her quill down and levitated her tea to her mouth for a sip. The hot, bittersweet peppermint stung the back of her throat and left her content. It wasn't as good as her loose leaf brews, but it wasn't as bad as tea she'd had in some cafes. Returning the tea to it's spot on the table, she glanced up and saw a slight commotion around Eloquence and Spotlight. She opted to ignore it, because it was probably just Spotlight being her general overdramatic self, and besides that, it would be rude to ignore the stallion who'd spoken to her. Finally she turned her attention toward him, and her gaze was as sharp as the response she'd thrown at him.

Ghost Writer lingered at the store full of board games, her eyes darting from box to box, picking out names and logos and brands. At least half of the boxes in the display window carried her brother's seal. Those boxes didn't just carry games; they carried fond memories. She caught back up with her friends when she realized their voices had gotten farther away than she'd intended them to get while she reminisced. She'd have to ask her brother to sit down and play a game with her this Hearth's Warming Eve, like they used to. With a smile on her face, she quietly followed Spotlight into the cafe, only to let out an exasperated sigh when both Pegasus and Zebra went off to the bar. Even among friends she was out of place. "What happened to roasted beans and being a dragonfly...?" she muttered, walking up to the counter and ordering a peppermint tea and a blueberry muffin. Spotlight was going to be rambunctious tonight, and wouldn't leave her cart in the morning, if her memories of previous nights out served her right. Dropping the bits onto the counter and levitating her muffin and tea along with her, she found an empty table and settled in, hoping her companions wouldn't waste the whole night at the bar.

"Tick...balang...?" Ghost Writer murmured, her eyes watching the stars as they slowly began to appear. Something about the name sounded familiar. Mayhap she'd glanced over it in a book in one of the many libraries in Canterlot, but she couldn't remember. She shook the faint memory away and glanced to Eloquence and Spotlight as the former claimed the latter's hat. "Right, yes. Roasted beans and depressing poetry and we're a dragonfly. I'll stick to steeped tea leaves, of course." Before the trio were too far from the unicorn's cart, she magicked her saddlebag (still packed with the script for her next play and a few quills and ink jars) out the window. With the bags securely in place, she gave her slight signature hop of muted excitement and beamed at her star actresses. "On we go, then! To dinner!" The young mare started forward at a brisk pace, then suddenly faltered and stumbled and glanced back at Eloquence and Spotlight sheepishly. "Um... I don't know where we're going."