MicroChip

I am defiantly a madman. I just like to give myself the illusion I have s little bit of sanity left. I'll sit. Just let me enjoy this fantasy a little longer.

Kiddy table can't be that bad. I just stand next to the table of Madness, and that's not so bad. At least you'll be able to sit.

I'll take the tea. I could really go for some. Especially if it's Fawkes'. Things have been to bland for me.

Note: If anyone wants to win this, don't get sick for a week right before midterms. I couldn't do anything fun for two weeks. (week of sick, week of catch up)

Page Turner muttered quietly to himself as one of his wagon's wheels got caught on a lump of ice on the road, and refused to budge. He needed to find an open spot in the market, and coming late was not making it easy. It was a shame really. This was the perfect time to sell books. For many ponies, nothing was better this time of year then curling up in front of a fire with a warm drink and a good book.

But that wasn't going to happen if Page's hooves kept sliding uselessly on the slippery ground. Ponies passed him with looks of annoyance, which wasn't a surprise, given that he was blocking half the road with a stubborn wagon. With a final heave, fueled with anger and annoyance, Page finally got passed the bump and continued on his way.

All the good spots were gone, meaning that Page would have to set up at the edge of the market. By now, a heavy cloud sat over the pony, one that had nothing to do with the weather. Page finally located an empty spot, and carefully parked his wagon, and began to set up shop. Still in a huff, he grabbed the sign and shoved it into the snow for passing ponies to see. He was about to go back in when something stopped him. There was a blue pegasus across the street that looked like she was making...something out of snow across the street. Curious, Page tightened his scarf and wandered over to see what she was doing. Something looked like it was beginning to take shape out of the snow. No, not snow...ice. Page cocked his head as he watched the process of shaping then freezing, entrancing him as the shape of a pony began to form.

Page had no idea how long he was staring, or that several other ponies had gathered around, just as interested in the artwork that was taking shape. But he did realize that the ice unicorn in front of him was beautiful, and his cloud of anger had evaporated. The pony next to him began stomping their hooves, snapping him back to reality, happily joining in the applause. Page smiled as he made his way through the crowd that had formed back to his wagon. He hated running the shop in a bad mood, and thanks to this pony and her artwork, he wouldn't have to today.

(OCC: I'm so sorry that I disappeared for so long. I fell ill, which put me almost a week behind in my studies, so I've had to catch up. Everything should go much more smoothly now, though.)

Page Turner smiled to himself as he trotted into the museum. He'd slept really well, and the morning was going beautifully. The Hard Trot Cafe was just as good as Saw Bones had said, and Page had found somepony willing to let him park his wagon for the night for quite a reasonable fee. Once he'd settled down, he skimmed through the books that he'd received last week from an old unicorn on spell origins. Despite being an earth pony, magic was something that fascinated Page, and he probably had a greater understanding of the sciences behind it then the average unicorn, thanks to books like these. It was times like these that he envied his brother, who had gotten his mother's unicorn traits. That thought had reminded him that it had been a while since he'd written to his family, so when he got up he promptly went for a walk, making sure to drop off a letter to the first post office he came across.

By then it was late morning, so Page now found himself waiting in the museum foyer to see Saw Bones. He almost laughed when he spotted the other pony racing out to meet him. Page had seen that disheveled look countless times just by looking in a mirror most mornings. He could tell Saw had just woken up from using a book as a pillow. How long was he studying for? Those books must have been needed.

Page waved the other stallion over with a big smile. "You look rested," he commented as Saw trotted over, "I take it those books had what you were after?"

Tests?

Right after break?

BLASPHEMY! >:[

ANYWAY.

Teehee.

The one day that Fawkes isn't on all day long?

Post rate is almost non-existent?

HMMMM >:3

There's a problem with that.

Page thanked the other pony, and made his way out the open door.

"I think I will come back. It's been a while since I've had a good stimulating conversation."

With that, he waved back, and began wandering down out of the building. He stepped outside and took a deep breath of the evening air. As studious ah he was, there was no way he'd be caught in an office (as beautiful as Saw's was). He needed to be outside, and his job saw to that, for sure.

A passerby informed Page of the direction of the Hard Trot, and he was soon on his way. A hot meal and a good nights sleep was in order. Hauling the cart hallway up Canterlot and wandering a whole museum could really take it out of a pony. Still, food had to come first, and his stomach wouldn't let him forget that.

Page laughed at the joke, understanding exactly how Saw Bones felt.

"I sleep in my wagon. If you got a roof with you most of the time, you might as well use it, you know? I just need to find somewhere out of the way that nopony minds I use."

His early traveling days were filled with him finding out in the middle of the night that somepony DID mind he was on what seemed to be an empty lot.

He began making sure that everything was in order to go. Saw was looking eagerly at the books, and Page Turner wasn't a pony to keep someone from their studies. He then turned to Saw with the intent of saying farewell, but his stomach did the speaking for him. He grinned sheepishly.

"I guess I'll be off then. You don't happen to know anywhere around here I can get a bite to eat, do you? It's been a while since I've been to Canterlot. I have no clue what's worth going to."

Page just chuckled softly, He had more then enough books to keep him busy for a long time. No need to go adding more!

He dismissed the situation and looked past Saw at the map. He recognized most of the locations, but had only actually seen one or two of the areas around the dig sites.

Saw Bones seemed eager to explain the digs, and Page was genuinely interested.

"Makes sense. Won't spread to thin. So what's your next dig then? I take it no mountains yet. Unless there was suddenly a surplus of archaeology-inclined pegasi"

He looked over the map

Page laughed at Saw question.

"No! Never a teacher. I just provide the material. A portion of my stock is made up of picture books and tall tales. Comes from having grown up with a little brother. He's kept me seeing the joy of helping out the little ones. And still keep part of the colt I used to be alive," he smiled smiling fondly, with a hint of a smirk.

Page listened with interest about the other pony's methods. He defiantly sounded like he knew what he was doing. There was one thing that was beginning to gnaw at Page's mind. He hoped it would work.

"How often do you visit these sites. They don't look the locations where you can get up and think 'I'll just trot over to the dig this afternoon'"

Page politely nodded thanks as he passed Saw Bones into the office. He turned his head to see where he was walking, and almost ripped over his own hooves at the sight. There were books everywhere he looked. Not just any books, though. There were amazing books. Pure knowledge was staring him in the face. There were even a few books on advanced mathematics tucked in with all the history.

He caught the comment about the clutter, and just smiled and waved his hoof at it all, slowly closing his mouth and regaining his composure.

"You try pulling a book store around. The smallest bump could spell a day of picking up for me."

He wandered over to the desk and scanned it for an open spot. His eyes lingered on the map for a moment, then fell upon a small patch of bare desk.

"Also, most of my work is with other academics and foals," he chuckled pulling the books out of his bag. He paused, the books halfway out. "A rather divided pair of groups, if you think about it..."

He shook his head and placed the old tomes on the desk. "But you can trust me when I say that this is no mess."

Page smiled slightly. His job done, he could head off, grab a quick bite to eat, then get a good sleep. But the pony in front of him seemed nice enough, and he looked like Page was the most interesting thing that had happened today. Probably wouldn't hurt to talk for a while. Page was all for it. Saw had to have had one of the few noses that weren't turned up at him today.

"I take it those are dig sites?" Page asked, gesturing to the map on the table. "A lot of them look like somewhat remote places. Not what you'd call the beaten trail."

Page's eye's widened in surprise and his happily shook Saw's hoof. This was easier then he'd expected. No need to go looking then. And the name was fermiliar. He was sure it had come up when the order came in.

"Well, in that case, you'd better take me to your office, or wherever you want these," he said flicking his head towards the books.

He looked back a Saw and made not of his cutie mark. "I take it your an archaeologist or something similar. Do you specilize in clumps of old huts, or is that just what you're doing right now?" he asked with a grin.

Page smiled in relief. Not only did this pony know about the museum, he also seemed like a nice enough guy. Still recovering from the serge of adrenaline, Page shakily removed one of the books from his pack, and held it out for the other stallion to see.

"I had to deliver this to somepony here in the museum. I don't remember who. But it had to get to them today, as they're going out, but like I said I don't know who to."

Page stopped and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"You wouldn't know who I would talk to about delivering these books, would you?"

Page twisted his body slightly to show the other books he was carrying, and returned the one he was holding to the rest.

"I'm Page, by the way. Page Turner," he said, sticking out a hoof.

The streets were bustling with activity, but not so much that a normal pony would be hindered. For the young stallion hauling the large cart, however, things were proving to be rather difficult. After several pardons and ignoring all the glares from the stuck up ponies, Page Turner made his way up to one of the museums. With more then one, Page had to double check which one matched the address he was given. But Canterlot was designed well enough, that he had little trouble finding the place, only lots with pushing through the masses to get there. With a sigh, he parked his cart next to one of the buildings and removed the harness. A quick trip into his caravan, and he was off, placing some ancient books into his saddlebag.

Page rushed through the doors of the museum and caught himself before running headlong into a display. His eyes were darting around the lobby, trying to absorb as much as they could.

The day was young, and the pony he was looking for worked here, so it wouldn't hurt to take a look around before he dropped of his cargo. While books were his special talent, he loved old artifacts just as much. They all had stories of their own.

He spent a while looking at some things from the Hearth-Warming founding of Equestria, then moved on to some of the more recent history. So caught up by everything, Page failed to keep track of the time. Once he noticed a working clock, though, he was in for quite a shock. It didn't help that he had no clue where in the building he was, and the wight of the books hanging from his backs were a reminder that he had quite possibly screwed up what he was meant to do.

He quickly located someone that looked like they worked in the museum, and waved to them.

"Excuse me, sir. Could you help me out? I'm a little lost."

THIS IS A PONY THREAD. GET YOUR WEBBED REAR OUT OF HERE!

Fine, I'll hug...

Now that it's just the old group, this is what I know and love. Random killing, stupid things happening, flying tea.... Ahhhhh...

I picture Microchip saying this as he gives bedroom eyes to Conor :3

That burns.

Would the Irish like to hang with the Australian?

But my location....

That's it, I'm partiality blowing this joint. Pegasus, I'll get a thread going in the RP forum, Start off at whatever museum your character's in. Sound good?

Hugs?

Ok, now it's official that Penumbra can't find me!

...out of where...

Now i'm curious..

Here. Other then that, I'm not saying anything. One sec as I amp up my security.

Penumbra, I have a full on security system out of a mad genius' lair to keep you out. Lasers and all.

Make a Chaotic RP pony, and you will.