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Ha, that's pretty cool. It's a similar story with my sister and I, she always used to get into the things I was into. I don't know what it is about MLP that them younger folk just can't take. It's a bit of a paradox that older people can get into more easily, isn't it? Anyway, maybe the same kind of situation will roll out for me as it did for you. But I can't help but think that it would be really cool if she could find it awesome and then it could be something that we could share, you know? Because I don't really know any bronies IRL that I talk to frequently, and it'd be nice to have someone around to get the references I keep making

Thanks you two. As an update, I told her I forgave her behaviour and that I wouldn't mind if she didn't understand me, if only she'd steer away from being hurtful. I told her that the other option was to just give the show a chance, and I am happy to report that she was watching the first episode (of her own free will) when I left her. I can't say how she'll react, since she's not really in the target demographic OR the peripheral demographic, but I'd say that's better than how we left it last night at least... And besides, I can't think of anyone who wouldn't cave to the Magic of Friendship after watching enough of it.

Betterbones kept his eyes on Orange as he downed his drink with enthusiasm. It occurred to the doctor that it might not be good for a concussion patient to be hitting the alcohol so hard, given his already unstable mental state, but something told Betterbones that this was a pony who could handle his drink. Besides, now that he was staying in Solstice Heights for the night, this was exactly the kind of thing he'd be able to keep an eye on. Orange ran into another problem in that he didn't have his things with him, and Betterbones chuckled a little at his peace offering of half of his remaining vodka. "It's alright, I don't mind at all," He replied, as approachable and friendly as ever. There was a reason he was so popular with his patients. "I only mentioned the inn in the first place for your sake, not mine. If you need to stay here, I'm sure we can do something to make your stay comfortable." He looked briefly out the window and the sun told him that it was late afternoon. He could hear the sound of activity outside - ponies coming home after a hard day at work, market stalls being shut up for the evening. "Maybe later when I'm off duty I'll take you up on that offer, and help you with that... quality testing." He got up from his seat and trotted over to the door suddenly. "Come on," He said, "Let's see if we can't find you a room that isn't too inhospitable." It was times like these that he really could use a nurse to help him out, but that was one of the many problems that came with living in a small town - it wasn't always so easy to find what you needed. Even his medicine had to be imported from Canterlot when he needed it. He wondered if perhaps he should start looking for a nurse to hire, or a receptionist or something. He pointedly opened the door for Orange. "Let me just open this for you..." He smirked, feeling that a dose of teasing wasn't unreasonable given the battering the door had taken that day.

Good advice. You're probably right on all accounts, I'll just have to wait and see what happens now.

Since becoming a brony a few weeks past, the only people I've told about it are people who I know are also bronies. Automatic acceptance. Even that was slightly awkward though, actually. The one person who was not a brony who I thought I would be able to tell (and perhaps even convert) was my little sister. Now, her being only thirteen, I might've expected some immaturity in handling the matter. Since I've recently been her patient and understanding confidante, there to listen to all the troubles she'd been having at school, I expected the least I could get from her was a little acceptance in return. So eventually it came up in conversation, and she just laughed at me and started making jokes. I tried to explain to her all the good points about MLP (the quality of the show, the messages it conveys, the kind of good and honest qualities it creates in the community that has formed around it). I told her not to be closed minded, and to just watch the first episodes before making any comments. Regardless, she went on ripping me about it, and I told her to just talk to me again after she'd grown up a bit, and quit Skype. Now, my sister pretty much thinks the world of me, and I was quite sure that she was torturing herself with regret after my departure. She probably still feels bad about it right now. I signed back into Skype to talk to my Mum a little later, and in my sister's overwhelming regret, she's only gone and outted me to my parents while she was at it. Alright, so they don't seem to know the big picture (only that we had an 'argument over My Little Pony', which my Mum is baffled about). The point is, even after me telling my sister that I didn't want everyone to know because they would react just like she did, she went and spilled anyway. Well, I know my parents are probably more understanding and accepting than my sister is, so I don't worry about that. When the topic eventually comes up, I'm not worried about my parents, I'm just annoyed at my sister. So I wouldn't be surprised if she does go ahead and watch the first episodes just because she feels bad, and she'll probably come around to it fairly soon and see how great it is. Either way, the whole thing really didn't pan out how I thought it would, and I just felt like I needed to vent to somepony here.

“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.” - Dream, 'The Sandman: Vol 3: Dream Country' (Neil Gaiman)

Doctor Betterbones was quietly delighted that Orange had accepted his instruction to stay for a night, even though he could see how much he disliked it. Honestly, he didn't know anything about running any kind of farm, but he didn't suppose that one day and night's work going missing would put the whole place into disaray, and if he worked alone there was nobody else there who would worry about him and be missing his instructions. He did not thank Orange for his decision to stay, but his approval showed clearly on his face in relief as he took his seat at his desk beanbag chair again. It seemed that now his diagnosis was complete and he had convinced his patient to get some rest before dashing off, their conversation was able to turn to less serious matters and more into something like idle chatter, which was fine with him. He was never one to back away from making friends (unless, of course, it put his doctor-patient relationship at risk, which this case did not). He did have to politely decline the offer of a drink though. "Thanks," He said, "But I'm still on duty, and I'm not completely sure how satisfied anypony coming in here looking for medical help would be to find their beloved GP out of his senses on vodka." Though he grinned after that, and added, "Perhaps later though." Orange had asked him a fairly reasonable question, that many ponies had wondered about him - about why such a big-shot doctor could be found in a little town like this. "Originally, I'm from Canterlot." He explained, watching Orange take his drink, "I had a practice there, helping out all the busy and important ponies... but there were already plenty of medical ponies there, and I felt like I should be somewhere where I could really make more of a difference." He glanced briefly out the window of his office. What he said was true, of course, but it was only half the reason he had left Canterlot. That city was just full of too many painful memories for him to stay any longer. But that wasn't something a curious patient needed to know. He looked back to Orange with his friendly smile. "You know, now that you've agreed to stay the night in Solstice Heights, you might not have to stay here. There is an inn right outside where you'll be much more comfortable for the night, and warmer, too. These halls get so chilly at night. Since the inn is so close, and there'll be other people around there, I'll be able to tend to you in the night if you do need attention, but as I say, you'll also be more comfortable than staying here."

The more Orange tried to convince Betterbones that he was fine and that he was ready to get going, the less Betterbones believed that was the case. He couldn't help but raise a questioning eyebrow when the pony openly doubted his abilities as a doctor (as well as the size of his office), but his strangely liberal topics of speech didn't change anything about the situation. He was still, Betterbones was increasingly certain, unwell. "So yeah nothing to worry about just a bit of a headache, nothing some sleep back at home can fix" The pegasus gushed, and the doctor seemed unimpressed. "I believe that's my call to make." He pointed out, his voice perhaps a little more stern than before. He found that he had to take a stand when it came to stubborn patients. He'd figured that out very early on in his profession. "And if you truly believed that a good night's sleep would be all it took to fix your problems, well, you wouldn't be here, visiting me now, would you?" He was about to inform the orange pony that his leg was sprained and his singed wings would give him trouble flying for a long distance, when his patient began to sway uneasily. "Are you feeling lethargic?" He asked, and Orange fell down. Moving quickly, the doctor managed to catch him with a cushioning spell, and then he went about positioning him safely back down on the chair. "That'd be a yes then..." He muttered, "Headache, memory loss, restlessness, loss of balance... Orange Tundra, you are the walking definition of a grade two concussion. Now, there are no magic pills to fix your problem, but combined with your sprain and bruising, I'm definitely prescribing immediate bedrest. I'll be sending a letter to whomever it is you need to get back to, excusing you, because you need to recover here for at least a night. After that, we'll do some more tests to make sure you're safe to go home." Standing close to the chair in which Orange sat in case he was going to fall again, Betterbones prepared to receive a bombardment of protestation. Orange didn't seem the type to attack him or throw any particularly severe insults around, but if he did, Betterbones would take it, because Orange was his patient, and the doctor was always right.

Probably Twilight most of the time, though when I meet new people for the first time I miraculously transform into Fluttershy... But I used to know someone who was actually just like a human version of Fluttershy. I didn't know MLP:FiM at the time, but looking back, it's uncanny how similar they are...

Nice to meetcha! I'm sure you'll be very comfortable here, it's a great community There's a canon list over there http://www.canterlot...1-updated-1107/ I can't see this Frederic pony on there though, so you might be in luck EDIT: Oh, and also, your piano skills are AWESOME. Very impressed!

I tried to jump up and catch it but it was going too fast.