Snowshoe

Muggo' Ale took a sip of his drink, definitely not disappointed. The whiskey had quite a complex flavour to it. He resolved himself to remember the name, and buy a personal bottle for special occasions...such as celebrating a successful adventure. The bartender listened to Blueblood's suggestions, nodding. The eggplant dish sounded delicious. Barbouillade Aille en Ailigot, or something like that. He ran it over a few times in his head, trying to get the pronunciation down right. Sure, his accent would make it a little rough but at least he wouldn't butcher it. "Thanks. That Barbouillade sounds great." he said. Sure enough, while it sounded strange with his accent, it was pronounced just as well as when Blueblood had said it. Maybe one day he'd actually learn the language, and learn what the words meant. He looked around idly for a while while he waited for the waiter to arrive, looking at some of the ponies assembled at other tables. "Well now, Celestia t'underin'...over there in the back corner, I recognize him. Some stage actor, name slips me mind at the moment." he said quietly, not pointing him out with his hoof so as not to be rude and disturb anything. "I feel right outta me class, with ponies like that around here..." he mumbled.

Dapper Dan finished up the preening, grinning at Doc Holly Day. "Why thanks, Doc." he said, happy he could provide some service to the good folk of Appleloosa. It wasn't much, but he knew that ponies needed manecuts, pegasi needed preenings, and heck, it was something at least. Brought a bit of comfort to the frontier, which he figured would make things a lot easier on folks. It was all fine and dandy to work hard, but he knew that it was nice to relax once in a while too, and enjoy the simple pleasures, like a chat and a manecut. The brown unicorn got off his chair and smiled at Miss LaMare. "If you'd just follow me over here, Miss LaMare..." he said, motioning to his barber's chair. He listened to what Candy said, chuckling. "Really? Now that's gotta be something to see. An animal made of cacti..." he mused, shaking his head. He couldn't even imagine it. "Are creatures like this common for you to find? Or do you usually just find more mundane things?"

Muggo' Ale's mouth turned up in a mischievous smirk as the other griffons entered the room. "Oh, we just had a few complaints 'bout the workin' environment in here." he said simply, hoofing at a rock near to him. "It's dark, a little on the cramped side, an' ya got these fallin' rocks..." he kicked the rock toward one of the griffons, bouncing it off the creature's forehead. "An' the diamond dog's, well they ain't a bit happy 'bout this either, b'y. All together we got more o' us than ya got of ya. So, ya wanna toss down yer arms, or we goin' to have to break 'em?" he asked, grinning and trotting to stand facing the lead griffon, hoping his companions would form up and hopefully try and intimidate the griffons into surrendering. If not, they'd have a fight on their hooves. That was okay. Muggo' had kinda always wanted to start a riot.

Amusingly, as something of a foodie IRL, I've had escargot before and loved it. I also speak mostly-fluent French, meaning that I have to pretend I don't for characters like Muggo', and get to have a ball with others, like Timbre Swing.

Muggo' Ale smiled at her nuzzle and nodded, finding a place to sit down near enough that they could watch the musician play, and relax a little. He quite enjoyed the stallion's music, though he'd never been one for country music all that much. Which was strange, given his passion for Hoofington sea shanties, many of which he knew by heart, and many far too rude for pleasant company (but such was the nature of the sailors that invented them). It was almost the same thing, he realized. Folk tunes loved by many, usually rather simple in both lyircal style and content. It actually made him stop and try and think as to why he didn't listen to more country music. He was brought back from his thoughts by Caramel's voice, and he grinned. "If I know me country music, one o' two things'll happen. He either gets heartbroken an' gets over it rather fast, or they got together again in the end." he whispered back, a soft chuckle following it. That seemed to be a common theme with these songs. [by the way, if I'm not giving you enough to work with, just tell me and I'll add more.]

Muggo' Ale ordered a rather expensive and higher end scotch as a drink, not really one for wine himself. For the price, it better have been worth the bits...but then again, Muggo' like a decent drink no matter what. The Fillydelphian was thankful for the explanation on how it worked at this restaurant, not having ever been in somewhere even close to this high class. The fanciest establishment he'd been in was probably for his date a few days ago, and even that wasn't anywhere near Canterlot-level. He was surprised that Fire could speak the language, because he couldn't. Muggo' could pronounce it, as he had a few wines from the region at the bar, but he didn't understand a word beyond a few...choice ones a hilarious swing musician had taught him when he'd stopped by the bar. "Probably would be best if ya could handle that for us. I can pronounce it well enough, but I probably couldn't make heads or tails o' the menu." Muggo' admitted. He was used to good, but cheaper pub fare. Sure, there would probably be some similarities, but what he called a vegetable stew, they probably had some crazy fancy name for it that made no sense to him, like ratatouille. It also probably cost six times as much, but hey, they were getting paid, and LOTS of bits, too. Beyond that, Muggo' kept quiet. Fire Walker knew more about this expedition than he did, having not read the letter himself, and heck, she knew the ins and outs of Canterlot better than he. He would let her do the talking for now lest he say something that would normally be in good fun with somepony else, but that the Prince might find a little...off-colour.

I was stuck at work all day for Canada Day, bleh.

[i'll pass my turn on, kinda stuck on things to write beyond the basic actions of what Dan's doing.]

"Aye, gettin' some new clothes would probably be a great idea." Muggo' Ale agreed. He'd only brought the one outfit for the evening where they'd met Blueblood for the first time, and the only fancy suit he owned probably was too small by now. Last time he wore it would have been almost six years ago, at his mother's funeral. He smiled. "Well, tell yer friend we owe her. Dunder can pick up the tab." he said with a mischievous smirk, bumping Dunder with his shoulder and laughing. The stallion let out a low whistle at the money they would be making on the whole thing. It was, well, rather incredible to think about. Definitely well worth their trip. He chuckled at Dunder, shaking his head. "At least make it behave a little better. Again, b'y, elite o' the elite. I'll even be cleanin' meself up." he said with a smile. And clean up he did. By the time they left, Muggo' looked a good many years younger. The suit jacket fit quite well, though he'd needed to get creative with the tie as it was a little longer than usual. He'd trimmed his mane back after a quick stop at the local barber's down the street, and made the usually unruly mess of hair that was his mane and tail sit straight and clean for once. He looked up at the cafe that loomed ahead of them, grinning. "Well now, time to get rich." he said with a chuckle. He stepped into the cafe, knowing it would be fancy but not fully expecting exactly how fancy it was. Not a whole lot of character, just quiet ponies discussing amongst themselves about subjects the middle-class Fillydelphian would never be able to understand. And this wasn't even the restaurant, this itself was the lounge. He wondered what the food and drinks were like. In any case, across the room, on a balcony, was their host and boss, the Prince himself. "Shall we?" he addressed his companions. [Decided to move us along a little so SSF and us are all on the same timeline xD]

I didn't even have to take the test to confirm I'm still colourblind between shades of green and blue. I literally looked at the test for a minute, said "I have no idea" and left. There were obviously ones that make sense, but there were also really subtle shade differences.

"Just pure happenstance, me dear. I got no stage-colts on the books." Muggo' Ale said with a chuckle. It was true, he didn't. Just pure bad luck, unfortunately. He was clearing the score off the board and setting the darts back in the holder on the side of the board when she began to ask about when the band was going to start up. He turned around to hear the tail end of her question and answer, when the stallion on stage answered for her. With a smile he trotted over to his date. "Want to start dancin' right away, or sit down for a bit?" he asked, heading toward the stage, and the dance floor. He didn't know if she was the type to get right into it, or wait to see what kind of music the stallion would play first. He would admit that he himself didn't know what the musician played, besides, well, country music. He had his own silent question answered shortly after when the musician started to play. The song started out slow, but after a short few intro lines, it ended up relatively fast paced song, listing off the many cities the stallion had visited. "I was tottin' my pack along a dusty Appleloosan road...when along came a wagon with a high and canvas covered load..."

Muggo' chuckled. "Not too bad at it. Gotta maintain a respectable bar somehow, aye?" he joked. It was mostly true though, he did do a lot of the work on the upkeep, and occasionally, his seniormost employee, Meadow Runner, or one of his other employees to do so. He let out a low whistle of admiration when her first shot of the entire round struck the dartboard directly in the triple 20. He chuckled, nodding. "Aye. Tuesday just happens to be me day off." he teased, grinning at her and letting her take her second shot. Eighty points, which put her...well, nearly at her goal. He watched as she took aim for the last dart, and he figured he'd lost. She'd been that accurate up to now, and if everything went as it had before, the dart would sail neatly into the 15, getting her her 95 and her winning score. Instead, one of the stage hands had to come by with a cord, interrupting her shot and causing the dart to glance off the board and clatter to the ground. 48 points for her, and he only needed 11 to win. A simple 20, 20, and 15. "Well, now I'm stuck as to what I should do." the green-coated stallion said with a chuckle and a sheepish smile. "Do I take me turn an' make a stellar comeback, beatin' ya but only because of somepony that couldn't just wait, or do I do the gentlecolt thing an' let ya take yer turn over, which guarantees I lose?" he said with a smile. He decided to go for the former...she'd fought hard, but he wasn't going to let the chance slip. He took his stand and launched his darts. Twenty, twenty, fifteen, just as planned for him. "Forty-five divided by five, that's eleven, for fifty-one. Sorry, Caramel." he said with a smile, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Ya did great though. Really, I'd never played against somepony like ya." he said sincerely. She had skill, and lots of it to boot, but sometimes, it was just a bit of luck that determined the outcome of events. "I'd be more than happy to take ya on at a game of yer choice, if ya'd like to go again. We can even hold off on the wager until the rematch if ya'd like. Otherwise, I think the band might be ready to play." he said with a smile, hoping she didn't take it too hard. Just to show there were no hard feelings, and that it was, after all, just a game that they could always play again, he hugged her with one of his forelegs. "An' by the by, if we aren't takin' a rematch, I can always use a good back rub after a long day o' work..." he teased.

Kas nodded at what GangPlank said, the pom-pom on top of his knitted hat bouncing a little as he did. "Fair 'nough, Cap'n. It's a nice place here, not complainin' about dat, but it's goin' ta take some time for me ta get used to it." he admitted. Especially if they were going to continue to come up to Stalliongrad for supplies every time. Oh well, at least the countryside was nice to look at, and the ponies in town were even easier to con into buying his stuff...this far North, few had ever seen a Zebra, let alone know a single thing about them. It did get him a few odd looks in town, but if he kept up the act, he could usually walk away with a few pieces sold and a good number of bits in his name. "Well if Germaney be colder den dis I don't want ta be anywhere near it. An' speakin' a colds, ya should probably be gettin' on de restin'. Can't have de ship's doctor needin' one!" Kas pointed out with a laugh. He looked over as Starless leaned against the railing not too far away. He didn't know too much about her, but perhaps that was because he didn't talk to her much. Kas then looked at the griffon and the diamond dog, discussing meat. He laughed, shaking his head. "Ya just be keepin' dat stuff away, an' we be good. Don't get how ya can eat dat kinda stuff." he mused, shrugging. It was a pony thing, he figured, not understanding how one could eat meat.

Muggo' smiled right back at her, getting ready as she took her turn at the dart board. He thought he was going to make it when the dart struck three. Three was not usually something that would make the score divide evenly by five, meaning she'd lose the turn if she didn't pick her next target carefully. However, he could tell by the way she set herself facing the board that that's exactly what she was doing, and sure enough...right in the double eleven. Muggo' laughed. She'd managed to not only round her score off, but actually improve it better than if she'd just fired for another odd number. She put herself twelve points ahead of him. He chuckled as she took up his wager, nodding. "Sounds like a plan to me." he said simply, grabbing his darts and getting ready for his turn. He launched the first dart, aiming to go for at least a 60-point score. It wasn't the greatest, but it would at least put him close. Especially if he could hit the triple 20, putting him high above her score. The first dart thudded into the 20 section, and he readied his next one. Where he'd sworn he'd gotten a triple 20 the last round, this time was less wishful thinking, and more happening. Muggo's dart flew true, hitting just inside the small rectangle that formed the triple zone of the 20 slice on the board. He grinned. Eighty, which put him at thirty-six, and just ahead of her. The third dart sailed high, aimed for the double, but still thudded neatly into the 20. A hundred, giving him twenty points and a score of 40. Not bad, and ahead of her, though she would probably be able to beat it. Still, he was happy. "Well, that's not a bad bit nice at all. Puts me a bit ahead o' ya. I'd say that's me starn back in gear, aye?" he said with a chuckle, marking his score and retrieving his darts. Nevertheless, he had a feeling she was still going to win, which didn't bother him all that much. He'd rather a challenging game than having to balance between throwing the game and having her accuse him of it (and hurting her feelings) or having him win by a huge margin (to the same effect), like the last time he'd played darts with a mare.

Muggo' grabbed his pickaxe once the griffons came in, pretending to get to work. He was able to get a few chunks of stone off the boulder next to him, but nothing of any note yet. Pity, he wanted to see if he could pocket one or two diamonds before they escaped. Would make for great artifacts for the bar...and maybe an extra couple hundred bits, too. He had his pickaxe wrenched from him by a griffon and glared at him, debating giving this one a sore talon to match the other's, but decided against it. Instead he just grabbed his pick and waited for that griffon to wander a little further away before glancing at the diamond dog he'd been chatting up. "See what I mean, b'y? Look at ya. Strong as an ox ya be, an' proud as a soldier in armour. So what are ya doin' takin' that from him? Stand up to him b'y, show him who's the real bosses around here." he whispered. He didn't know if anypony else had a plan, but instigating a riot probably wouldn't hurt. It would keep both parties distracted long enough for them to escape at least.

Canterlot Chronicles is the kinda intro post. Not much has really happened, mostly just a post to introduce the character and their style. The most action happens in the 18+ FFA section.

"Darlin', I own a bar. Don't be correctin' me on the number o' sheets ya put up to the wind." Muggo' Ale teased with a smile. He waved to Fire Walker as she left, then was about to go out to the lobby when Dunder suggested he cooked. "Gotcha, b'y." he said. He grinned. "Aye, good idea. Don't give me the sharp bits." he joked, heading to the kitchen after retrieving some of the food from Dunder's pack. He went to the kitchen, humming gently to himself as he got the stove going to get the cast iron pan heated. His humming eventually turned into idle singing, with the sizzling of butter in the pan and all that making it so that he didn't hear Fire Walker come back in the room over. "I drank sixteen doubles for the price o' one, tryin' to find the courage to talk to the one, I asked her for a dance, not a second glance, me night had just begun..." Muggo' said, lifting the cover on the frying eggs to see the state of them, poking them with a spatula he grabbed with his teeth to check consistency. He set the spatula down and kept going. "Well I drank to the father an' the holy ghost, I'm kneelin' at the altar o' me nightly post, so I raise a glass, not the first nor last, come join me in this toast! 'Cause the ol' black rum's got a hold on me, like a dog wrapped 'round me leg..." another pause in the song to check the eggs and get them onto a plate before cracking two more into the pan. "An' the old black rum's got a hold on me, will I live for another day? Hey, will I live for another day?" Muggo' continued, grabbing the plate between his teeth and trotting out to set it on the table. He spotted Fire Walker's flank in the open bathroom door. "Welcome back!" he called out. "Breakfast's on, for one o' ya, at least. Try not to get blood on the carpet fightin' over it!" [ Was trying to find a way to ponify the second verse and it's Christian references, but couldn't find a way to fit in the -ost words with it xD]

Muggo' Ale laughed, trotting back with his collected darts. "Well, I hope the next set's a little better then. Meanwhile, ya got me impressed still." he said, setting the darts on the table and trotting over to stand next to her while she took her shots. Thud, right in the ten. Thud, fifteen. Thud, twenty. A decent run, and a decent score to boot, the same nine as before, which put her in the lead by ten points. He had to find a safe yet slightly bold move that would get him either close to, or past, her score. He smiled at her body language as she made her way back, the confident, almost predatory smirk, her occasional little taunts. It was interesting to say the least, not exactly what he'd expected, but not unliked. It was nice to know that she had a playful streak to her. "Let's see what I can pull then." he said with a smile, getting a dart ready and stepping up to the line. He threw the first dart, and it sailed neatly into the single 20 zone with a muffled thump. The second could have pulled him far ahead, had he been luckier: the dart soared across the way, and for a moment, Muggo' swore he'd come ahead by a stroke of luck. The dart had been about to hit the triple ring in the 20 section, but the tip just glanced off the wire, causing the dart to thud into the standard single. Muggo', however, didn't see that, and let out a bit of a cheer. "Ha! How's that for gettin' me rear in gear?" he said, turning his head to look at her with a mischievous smile. He threw the last dart, having it land cleanly in the 20 zone, and he trotted over to collect his darts. "Oh, thought that was a triple." he said as he retrieved the second dart, frowning a little. "Still, that's 12 points, which puts me at 20." he said with a smile, heading back to her. "An' by the by, Caramel. We doin' this for fun, or does there goin' to be somethin' in it for the winner?" he teased with a chuckle.

Kaskazini loved Equestria. He hated Stalliongrad. It was cold. Way too cold. He was used to the fact Equestria was colder than his native Unyasi by now, but by Celestia (as the ponies would say) it was freezing here! He emerged from the cabin, a striped yellow and red wool cap on his head (a gift from his mother) and a red scarf tied tight around the zebra's neck. "S'colder den when ya accidentally drop de ice cube on ya tryin' ta take a drink." Kaskazini said, shaking his head. He had no real good metaphor for how cold it really was to him. He loved the ship, loved to sail, loved his job, and the Captain was a great old friend, but...the cold! "An' why ya pick'n dis spot again, Cap'n? Ya got somet'in' 'gaisn't feelin' warm?" he asked. Thankfully his teeth weren't chattering, or Kas' fast, heavily-accented speech would be practically incomprehensible. "Goin' ta freeze to da deck, an' den ya gunna have ta run out ta me ta find out were we be! But aye, ya be right. Be a nice day ta be sailin' the skies." he said, trotting up to the edge of the railing and looking over with a smile. Kas loved flying, much as he complained about the weather. And he knew that wherever the Freewing flew, adventure was either ahead, or on their tail...often, both. Kaskazini stopped to take in a breath, smiling. If there's one thing he liked about Stalliongrad was the air...the cooler air felt cleaner some how, and he always felt invigorated after spending some time in the area. After a moment he tapped a hoof idly against the railing. "Should I get ta startin' on gettin' us a route? Ya even got a plan for where we we be goin'?" he asked GangPlank with a smile. It didn't matter where in Equestria it was, from Stalliongrad to Fillydelphia, Hoofington to Appleloosa, Kas could get them there in record time...or nice, quiet, and unseen, depending on the circumstances. He reached a hoof up and adjusted the cap a little, not caring that it was a bit ridiculous, especially with the little pom-pom on the top (to make it easier to take off, his mother had said).

She definitely had Timbre's attention. He tilted his head a little as he walked. Bring music to ponies who had no idea they wanted it? How could that work? He stayed mostly quiet, following her along and keeping pace rather easily until they made it to the small park. He looked around at the few ponies, mostly couples out on a walk to enjoy the breeze, but some others as well, and the occasional guard in the sharp, dark armour of Luna's Guard. He chuckled at her idea, looking over at her and shrugging. "Is zis a contest, or a number togez'er?" he asked casually. A new song he'd been working on floated to mind...if it was a contest, or at least some kind of freeform duet...of course, it was in Fancy, but he figured she could pick up on it rather quick. Seeing as he'd come up with the words himself, he probably wouldn't be able to translate it properly into Equestrian, with his trouble with the language. "I do see what you mean, 'owever." he said, looking around with a smile. "Zey all look a little...ennuyer. Let us liven up zee night, non?"

I too edited my character's report to give a few more details on adventures. I know you posted already, SSF, but you can edit if you want ^^

Fair point. I'll get to editing later.

[Report to follow the post.] Muggo' snored in his sleep, and hadn't even realized he'd flopped over from where he'd been sprawled out on his side of the bed, which had the unintentional side effect of draping a foreleg over Dunder. He woke up a few minutes after Dunder, his body's internal clock telling him it was time to open a bar he wasn't in. "Mornin', b'y." he said, hearing Dunder working at cleaning and sharpening his swords. He got up out of bed and stretched, his spine cracking gently. "Oof. Never done that before." he joked with a chuckle. "What ya up to?" he asked, trotting over to watch what he was doing and wondering if Fire Walker was even awake yet, or if they had any actual plans for the day, beyond waiting to see if Blueblood still needed them for their expedition. He looked up as a figure ran past him, running like a bat out of Tartarus. He raised an eyebrow as Fire Walker came out of the bathroom, looking dishevelled in the extreme. "Well." he said with a chuckle. "This, b'y, is a good learnin' experience, for why ya don't toss yerself three sheets to the wind." he teased. "Ya look like ya walked into a griffon city an' called the nearest one a featherbrain." he said with a laugh, looking at Fire Walker. Muggo's Report

The green-coated Earth pony grinned, letting her take her shots. She was quite good, her shots fairly accurate. "Aye, not a bad start at all." he agreed with a smile. He caught the annoyed sigh and gave her a gentle one-legged hug around her neck. "Ah, don't beat yerself up. Just a fun game." he said with a smile. Still, it would be fun to win. To try and give himself the edge, he planned out a bold move as she grabbed her darts and marked her score. If he wanted to try and come out on top, he would need to get a great score. He also wanted to get his score mostly squared away early on...the 1 of the 51 would be a hard thing to get, and he didn't want to keep getting wasted rounds at the end trying to get it. He wanted to get 65, for a score of 13, which would bring him to a nice, even 21. From there, getting the three tens needed to bring it to 51 would be a little easier. "Ya got quite the shot, if I say so meself. Play a lot o' darts on the farm?" he asked, genuinely interested in how she'd learned to play, and come to know so many games. He took his position and once she was clear, sent the first dart flying. A nice hit on single 5. The second shot was aimed at the double-ring for 20, knowing he had to get it, then another 20, for it all to count. The second dart sailed through the air, and it shocked Muggo' that he actually managed to hit, but very nearly missed. The dart was just along the wire rim at the top of the double-ring. Confident, he went to toss the last dart, but again, it went off course, hitting firmly in the 1. "Oh, Celestia t'underin'..." he mumbled with a chuckle, heading up and marking a 0 under his last score and grabbing his darts. 46, not dividing cleanly by 5, meant his entire three darts were a scratch, and the set didn't count.