Imagination

[colour=#ff0000]![/colour] EDITED: PLEASE READ NEW RP SPECS Hey everypony! It's been asked once in the past and brought up again on Skype if I would be interested in running a military training-type roleplay(s), so I'm going to go ahead and put up what I had in mind if such an RP were to happen, and we'll see if anypony is interested. Royal Equestrian Army Training Academy and Citizen Leaders Camp Your pony would be an civilian pony within the REA's 75th RTC (Recruit Training Company), going through a special program designed to allow civilians to go through military training, called Citizen Leaders Camp (CLC). This camp will allow them to train alongside REA recruits and give them the unique opportunity to better themselves and see what a regimented life is all about. They will have had to have paid a fee, signed a waiver, and given a list of what to bring and what not to bring. [colour=#008000]What I would expect of this RP:[/colour] -Problem Solving -Team-building Exercises -General Military Shenanigans -Friendly Competition -Leadership Training [colour=#ff0000]What I would NOT expect of this RP:[/colour] -Drama (in any way shape or form) -Hazing -Full Metal Jacket nonsense (insane recruits, overabundance of verbal abuse, etc etc) -COMBAT TRAINING "But Magi! The whole point of going to basic training is learning how to fight!" Negative. There is a LOT more to the military than grunt fighting. Seeing as this RP series would take place in the Mane RP, it will abide by its rules of no combat or violence, despite its military theme. If you're looking to make your pony John Rampone by end of this RP, it isn't for you. But I wouldn't burst that many bubbles without telling you what this WOULD offer! Problem solving would involve a series of challenges your pony and their team would have to complete in order to accomplish their objective. Obstacle courses, puzzles, navigation, and things of that nature. Team-building would also develop in these times, though it would also include ice breakers and social interaction. Making friends, building comradeship and trust! Of course, competition could be thrown in for some extra fun! It's your team versus the other team to see who can complete the test first, or whatever the condition for victory may be. Shenanigans? In the military? You heard right. The training staff will mess with you, so sometimes the recruits will mess with them right back. Discretely of course. Obstacle courses and such can be fun, and open plenty of opportunities for silliness. But not too much! Lock it up! Pranks and spirit missions! The other squad humiliated you during that last challenge? Time for some friendly payback after lights-out. As you can see, this RP will be more about having a good time in a military training environment, with some seriousness, as is needed. It's military ponies, not military robots. You can make an entirely new character or enlist a current one, it doesn't matter much to me. So long as you're looking to work hard, have fun, and look good! That mane better be in regs, soldier! UPDATE 1/30: Alrighty, so others are interested! Enough to play a decent game anyway! Please feel free to get your characters ready for boot! Of course, with entering the military comes a background investigation! Post your character's sheet here so that they may be added to the roster! ALSO: Any other military ponies who may be interested in this, I'm going to need staff! The more recruits we have, the more staff that's going to be needed! Review the roster below and PM me if you're interested! [colour=#ff0000]! [/colour]UPDATE 2/4: I should've realized beforehand that not everyone will be able to commit a character to strictly a military lifestyle. SO, now introducing CLC (Citizen Leaders Camp)! Civilian ponies can now apply to go through REA training alongside military recruits (This way those who are actually willing to have a pony enlist and go through a genuine training experience can still do so!). All civilian participants in the 75th RTC will be marked with the rank CL (Citizen Leader). Spread the word, and we'll see if we can get those slots filled! [colour=#ff0000]! [/colour]UPDATE 3/6: And over a month later, I have an update XD Still accepting more trainees (military and civilian alike, read above!), and hoping to get at least 6. We have 5, currently. Any more than that would be awesome, but 6 will be enough to start. Also reducing the size to two squads until we get more to distribute, if we get more. REATA 75th RTC: Training Staff: Commanding Officer - Colonel Pummel NCOIC - TBA Senior Drill - Master Sergeant Reveille Drill Instructors - TBA Medic - PFC Percival Recruit Roster (will expand as more recruits enlist): 1st Squad- Private Spin Art, Private [colour=#282828]Siegfried[/colour] 2nd Squad- CL Spin Tale, CL Snowfall, Private Stalwart

Ooo, conversation!

Sketch nodded, the artsy unicorn trying to focus on what a priest could want with well-paid work... A few ideas crept into his noggin, but they didn't seem all too sound. For now, he only said [colour=#daa520]"Alright"[/colour] in understanding to their dungeon master. This was going to be fun! Though he had to wonder if Veil was going to take it easy on Sketch's first time, or if he was going to have to jump into experienced shoes right away. Only one way to find out! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [colour=#fff0f5]Solemn Vow had found his way to the tavern at long last! Traveling on his own had been a bit harder than he thought, but all things considered he had made some great progress! Of course, he didn't really have a set destination. Just wherever the sun took him. Luckily the night-time riff-raff didn't bother him much... Maybe they felt bad if they robbed a stallion of the cloth? Oh well.[/colour] [colour=#fff0f5]The sun priest looked about the late-night tavern, actually a bit distressed to see that there were still ponies there. Didn't they have loving families to go home to? Or jobs to prepare for in the morning? Everypony should have something to look forward to with every dawn.[/colour] [colour=#fff0f5]But he digressed. It was time for bed so he could be on his way at sunrise. [/colour] [colour=#fff0f5]Renting a room, he made his way up there and promptly found... a note on the bed! Arching a brow he opened it and read it. Something about needing to hire adventurers? Maybe the last pony who rented this room had left it by mistake? Either way... Something was telling him maybe he should look into this. After all how hard could this adventure possibly be? He could even use whatever this reward/payment was and donate to the monastery![/colour] ​

My character drinks (moderately) the rest of the day

After a while, the knocking got louder and louder, eventually one of the stallion's friends charging his way through the door, breaking it. The stallion whom had just unknowingly been fed on was startled awake.[colour=#daa520] "What the heck, Buckley?!"[/colour] [colour=#00ff00]"I-I just saw some weird light and... You okay?"[/colour] the friend responded, looking only concerned for the other. [colour=#daa520]"Yeah, sure, I'm great, Buck. Thank's for destroying my freaking door!"[/colour] Buckley seemed hurt at this, and confused. But seemed to accept his demeanor. [colour=#00ff00]"Well, alright, Champ... Fire and I will be at the lodge, and we'll help with the door and stuff..."[/colour] As soon as the friend left, the stallion called Champ just snorted at him, grumbling as he climbed back into bed and promptly passed out. Some of the conversation between Buckley and Firefight could be heard as the walked off. [colour=#b22222]"Hey man, don't sweat it, you know he's not a morning guy... And you did kinda break his door."[/colour][colour=#00ff00] "Yeah, but he never snapped at me like that before... He seemed... I dunno... Lets go have a drin-"[/colour] Seemed Sprite was in the clear! The friends were gone, her meal was back asleep, and the door was wide open. Though how did she feel about all this?

The stallion was none the wiser, though he probably wasn't going to be quite so peppy as he was before when he wakes up later on. He just groaned and twitched a bit in his bed, but other than that, nothing. It wasn't SO bad... At least this didn't kill them, right? Bloodwings, now those are monsters! Suck a pony dry and leave their corpse on the road for some other pony to scoff at while they pass by. Worst Changelings did to some was put ponies in bad moods... Or kidnap them, store them in slime pods and infiltrate their friends and families... Okay, so Changelings are monsters too. But what if this town did understand? What if they didn't? Heck of a risk to take. Though not too long after Sprite had started to feed, a couple of voices could be heard coming toward the door, and soon knocking. Looks like some of this stallion's friends came back for something!

I don't think so. A juror is called to be non-biased and commit themselves fully to their civil duty, if selected. Depression is a pretty serious thing, and even for those recovering it might impede their focus on the case. A fair trial demands a jury free of bias and legitimate distractions, be they family, health, or otherwise. Then again, what I think and what the law says are two different things. It's up to them to dismiss jurors or not on certain things, but it definitely isn't shirking one's duty to bring such things up for consideration. While it's a person's duty to serve if selected, it should also be their duty to make sure the best possible jury for a fair trial is selected.

Those planks of wood belonged to one of the citizens of Chapel! Leaning against an improvised home, but then again that was the only kind of home you could find in most places. Walking toward this little shack, the orange stallion didn't seem to notice the random filly resting under the lean-to... That, or maybe it was so common he didn't care anymore. But he had approached with two other stallions, who likely worked together as they were dressed in somewhat similar work clothing. Smoking and joking along the way, the cheerful yet fatigued stallion waved them goodbye before heaving a yawn. With that he eventually made his way into the shack, and forgetting to lock the door behind him. Then again, in a community like this there probably wasn't as much of a risk for thievery in the general populous... Unless the crusaders got adventurous, or somepony was taking advantage of their hospitality. Nothing too special afterward, he had just flopped into bed for an after-work nap, nearly immediately conking out and snoring, complete with sleep-talk! *SnNnNrK*"Thirty seven nails~..."*SnNnrK*"Apple wedge~..." And so on and so forth.

I got one as a late Christmas gift!

Pinchy nodded excitedly, bouncing around a bit as she kept imagining a vast and magical blanket fort... Or maybe a blanket CASTLE! And they could both be blanket princesses and rule over the blanket ponies! But indeed, all her bouncing around had made her a bit hungry... That and she was silently craving them since the second she saw them. [colour=#ee82ee]"Yeah! The kitchen will be perfect! And uhmm... Maaaybe we should get something to eat before we get started? You know, you shouldn't build a big ol' fort on an empty tummy!"[/colour] Heck of an excuse, Pinchy! Oh, but she needed to get all of her assets in order. [colour=#ee82ee]"Moooooommyyyyy~?"[/colour] She called out adoringly. Of course Pinchy could figure out how to get pie for herself and her generous and super duper friend, but she had no idea how to make juice like Berry did. She was a master! Apple's delicious Apple Pies, and her mother's dreamy fruit juice? HEAVEN.

Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Quill Pressgang Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Eye colour: Green Coat: Grey Mane/Tail: Mane and tail are white. Mane is cut short and spiky with light blue highlights Attire Black polo and camera. Always. Seriously, he sleeps with that camera. Physique: Lithe. He's plenty quick, but not bulky. He needs to be quite aerodynamic and quick on his hooves if he's to keep up with fleeing celebrities! Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Paparazzi/ Celebrity Bane/ Tartarus Spawn with a camera Cutie Mark: Manila folder with a camera History: Quill was born to an author and town worker, his mother and father respectively. They lived in a small apartment for reasonable rent, and wanted for hardly anything. However, because they couldn't afford normal schooling in Canterlot and certainly couldn't afford to move, his mother, Pageflitter, and father, Street Sweep, both agreed to homeschool him on what they could. they were determined to do their best for their son, who was enthusiastic about learning with his parents. He still had the opportunity to make plenty of friends and play outside when not studying or lounging around in the house. He learned creative writing and critical reading from his mother, as well as proper hoofwriting, spelling, grammar, blah blah blah. His father in turn taught him what trade skills he knew as a municipal worker. Some plumbing, repair, carpentry, how to use some tools, teaching him the value of hard work. Quill's verdict: Hard work stinks. His favorite thing to do at the time was run around outside and try to get himself flying... With mixed success. One day, his parents decided he needed to get familiar with the arts. At first he thought it would be totally lame... But they gave him a camera, and told him to take pictures of whatever he felt like. A few tress, a couple goofy pictures of his friends, a playground... At first it was just to satisfy his parents, but after a time he found he really liked photography! The beauty of capturing an image, and keeping it to be viewed anywhere at any time! A pony who had never seen snow could be amazed by Ponyville in winter! Or a pony who lived in a land-locked region could gaze longingly at a photo of the Equestrian coastline. He loved it. He thought it was fun and a wonderful way to pass the time. One day, however, he overheard his father talking about a snobby Canterlot resident who had been berating them for fixing a sewer grate in front of her yard. "Celestia above, Page, you should'a seen this mare's mane. Looked like a ragged bees nest. Wish I coulda gotten a picture of it..." With this new inspiration, Quill took off with his camera to this mare's home. Peeking up into her window, he did indeed see this atrocious manestyle his father spoke of... And she was desperately trying to fix it. With a sly little grin and a snap of the camera lens, Quill took off back home. After the film was developed, he showed the picture to his father... Who then showed it to a few other workers... Who then showed it to their friends. It didn't take long for an article writer for a magazine got interested in it and offered the accredited photographer 20 bits for it. Money was money, so Quill took the money and let the stallion keep the picture. Not long after, Quill discovered his friends reading a magazine article that was making witty quips about the minor theater celebrity's mane he happened to get a picture of. Realizing what he did, and seeing the entertainment value of his work... It strangely made him feel good! Like that, his cutie mark appeared, and he realized his destiny. To catch celebrities at their worst! For every wardrobe failure, every meltdown, every run-in with the law, every social snafu, he would be there... and so he was. He was on the freelance scene for quite some time, selling celebrity photos to the highest bidder, until he was offered a solid contract by P3 magazine: Pony Paparazzi Press. A magazine dedicated to celebrity news all over Equestria. Presently, he's the most feared photographer in Canterlot. Quill Pressgang has perfected the art of the Paparazzi, popping up where least expected, and least welcome. Disguises, stalking, chases through city streets, a flurry of flashes, and bits crossing his hooves for the next big article. It's amazing he isn't a celebrity himself! Well, at least he thinks so. The celebrities all seem to certainly know him and his face, and to start running/hiding/doing nothing. Character Summary: Quill has no respect for privacy... Well, of celebrities, anyway. He does not take work home with him, however. While he's plenty nosy, he knows when to let up and stay out with friends and family, or even new acquaintances. Celebrities, beware! He'll go to any lengths to get a shot, some stretching into the ridiculous. Socially, he's a gossipy guy, but can carry a normal conversation well enough. Usually upbeat and mischievous.

An advertisement would've been posted in Hoofington for every pony to gander at. A lovely piece of parchment! It read: Citizens of Hoofington and beyond! Have some junk you need to get rid of? Looking for treasure dismissed as junk to call your own? Come to Inkie Pie's House of Fixin's, located on the corner of Cupcake and Saddleburro Street! If you want it, I got it! If you got it, I want it! Paying quality bits for quality items! New to pawnshops? No problem! We'll (I'll) walk you through it and make sure you're comfortable with the process, and make sure you leave satisfied! Inkie Pie's House of Fixin's! You'll love it! Inkie Pie was excited! She had never thought to put up ads before! Not that she was hurting for business, but having a little extra traffic never hurt anypony, right? The happy grey mare sat behind her counter, a big grin spread on her muzzle as she watched the door. It hadn't been long since she posted the signs... Though she was so sure it was a good idea. Like she expected ponies to just pour into the door like a raging floor in order to look at her wares. After checking the register, she had plenty of bits to give if anypony wanted to trade something in... She just hoped she'd get quality stuff today. She hated disappointing anypony, but she just couldn't take things that were beyond repair. She didn't want her shop becoming a junk yard! As for things to sell, she had all sorts of things polished and on display! Old toys, signs, lamps, and a glass cabinet with collectible items such as plates, lunchboxes, and even a few autographed comic books! She also had a fair supply of old jewelry locked in a box at the counter... Plenty of wonders to behold in the Hoofington pawn shop! Now all she had to do was wait... Oh the waiting was the worst part! She had never had to do this before... Usually she sat at the counter a read a book, or worked on restoring an item to sellable condition in the back room. The more she kept thinking, the more she got nervous. What if the ads attracted ponies she had to turn away? What if she got so much good stuff she ran out of bits? What if nopony came at all? Oh jeeze... She just had to focus on something else and stop being such a worry wart.

Pinchy, of course, wasn't fully aware of the consequences of what would happen if this wheel went too fast. Actually, her grasp of physics was questionable at best. She somewhat believed the only reason they stayed anchored to the ground was because they were adorable. She started mulling it over in her head. Wheel goes faster, machinery works faster... Faster machinery means still gets processed faster... which means they would get juice faster, and they could make more in a shorter amount of time! Right? Efficiency! Pinchy is such a smart pone. But, that smart pone had been distracted up until she heard Sweetie Belle's shriek! She looked behind her, making sure to try and keep her balance so she wouldn't run into Reno... The other unicorn filly was gone! "Where'd Sweetie go?" Not long after the question was posed, she likely got her answer. What a charming turn of events for a field trip. Would they get extra credit for discovering this wonderful rule of gravity and inertia? Celestia knows a lot of the students probably need it... We now return you to our feature presentation: Airborne Fillies of Science!

Ruby was just in the process of closing up that album and setting it aside... When suddenly her door came open unannounced! She pink unicorn let out a yelp of surprise! A burglar?! Home invasion?! TAXES?! Oh, no it was her love Reno. She seemed very relieved in the moment she realized who it was... But she didn't get a moment to speak before he started saying quite beautiful words! She was no stranger to that, he always did know how to flatter her... But... Could it be? Was he really? As soon as that box opened, her hooves covered her mouth to try and mask her shock, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. She had dreamt of this day nearly every other day and Tuesday, wondering when it was going to happen... And she still wasn't prepared for it! She too couldn't imagine her life without him. She was silent for maybe a bit longer than she should've been... In her excitement she almost forgot how to say it! Eventually she lunged out in a tearful hug to the stallion, squeezing him tight. [colour=#ee82ee]"Yes, Reno GoLucky! I-I will!"[/colour] Yay! This visit was way better than taxes.

Pops really didn't want to leave Sprite behind... But she did want to play Hoofball. As much as she wanted to spend time with Sprite, she knew she couldn't smother the filly. She seemed a bit disappointed that she didn't want to come with. "Well... Alright, if you insist... Um, we'll be over at the field if you change your mind! I'll see you later, okay?" with a final smile and wave, Pops finally separated from her new friend to go play some hoofball and show those other foals what-for! There was still much around the came for Sprite to do, however. Priest was still in the general area they saw him first, the mess hall was still open, and a few foals like Sprite who just weren't feeling hoofball she could interact with. No shortage of things to do in Chapel, and most of the ponies would have warmed up to her now that she's helped on a scavenging run. That was their bread and butter! It was like she was already becoming a part of their very extended family.

Foalhood is quick indeed! Sometimes it takes a few pictures or old stories to remember that. So short is the time where a foal gets to be a foal. Playing in the yard, snowball fights, pranking, spending time with parents by playing games or taking trips. A time where a pony is unburdened by bills, jobs, deadlines, or children of their own. They can enjoy the simple bliss of being a foal, everyday looking forward to their next day of fun and wonder. But there is beauty to growing up as well! Responsibility! Using your talent doing a job you love! Maybe starting a family of your own, or enjoying youthful romance, and still spending time with friends and family, finding new joys and entertainment. A pony is an adult much longer than they are a foal, but it's easy to look longingly to the past. Little Ruby Pinch was all grown up now, and having a nostalgic moment, looking through a photo album of hers. She saw pictures of her in school plays, running in the vineyard with friends who have come and gone, playing jumprope, showing off Nightmare Night costumes and frolicking in the snow at Hearth's Warming. Most of the pictures made her giggle, feeling a familiar warmth as she recalled every story each one told. She was a silly filly to be sure, and no shortage of good times to remember. But she was still young! Very young, as she kept having to remind herself. So what if she was an adult now? Everypony still knew her as that peppy, silly pony in Ponyville, and she still had plenty of get-togethers with the girls when they had a free night. She was a jeweler now, one of the best in Ponyville, three glossy rubies decorating her flank as her cutie mark. She loved her work, making beautiful necklaces and bracelets for ponies all over! Her work had been featured a couple of times in small-time fashion magazines, but small victories are still victories nonetheless! She makes a comfortable living, enough to live in her own home at the center of Ponyville. She always did like the house. Two-stories, but not too much for one pony, and the colour was nice! That, and her mother was pleased that she wasn't moving too far away. At the moment, she stayed curled at the couch, flipping through pages of photos to pass the time. It was a slow day, her friends seeming busy with such and such, but she understood that priorities were important. At least she still had Reno, her sweetheart from elementary school. They had been dating for a LONG time, and she always enjoyed her time with him. A lot of the pictures she had were of the two of them throughout the years... She could remember everything. She still had that first Hearts and Hooves card he gave her with the corny poem in it... She remembered their first date, their first movie, their first kiss, the first time she ever snuck out of the house to see him only to come home to an irritated set of parents... Good times...

Scootaloo could hope all she wanted... But it would be in vain. Somepony DID see that wipeout... A little pink unicorn started sprinting toward the orange and purple pegasus, crying out in concern,[colour=#ee82ee] "SCOOTY! Are you alright! By Celestia's beard that looked awful!" [/colour]She skidded to a halt, giving her classmate a hug. When she saw that she was okay... She actually described the accident with some form of excitement. [colour=#ee82ee]"Scooty that was neat! I'm so glad you're okay, but you went zipping by like 'SWOOSH!'-"[/colour] she even made motions with her hooves to emphasize. [colour=#ee82ee]"And then you jumped and flipped and AW it was so cool! And when you hit the ground it was all 'BOOSH!' and and-!"[/colour] Ah, but Pinchy, you're being insensitive. She finally noticed the other pony there and realized she kinda spilled the beans if Scoot wanted to shake it off. [colour=#ee82ee]"Oh... Whoops... Um... HEY! Anypony wanna play? I brought jumprope! Or we could play hide and seek! Or... um..." [/colour] Well anything really. She was just kinda playing by herself for the moment. If there was anything she was good at, it was entertaining herself.

Once the loot was divvied up, it was time for the really REAL interesting stuff to beginerize. "HOOOOFBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!" It came from one of the colts, standing high atop an old pile of junk and shouting it at the top of his little pony lungs! That seemed to be the official way to announce when somepony wanted to play a game of Hoofball. Probably the easiest way to draw willing players if they were scattered around. A good dozen foals showed up immediately and started going to a clearing. "Wee! Hoofball! Come on, Sprite, play with us!" Of course, Pop waited for her friend, to see if she would even want to. If she didn't, she wasn't just going ot leave her new friend hanging! So she misses out on one game of hoofball, big deal. She could still hang out with Sprite! Maybe get summore to eat! Or go see Priest! Or Pop could show off her collection of stuff she thought was neat! All kinds of stuff to do! But Hoofball seemed to be the cat's pajamas at the moment.

Hey guys, here I am at long last! Sorry to disappear on you. What with finals and then the holiday rush with me needed to lend a big hand for family stuff, this had completely slipped my mind. Everything's calmed down and I have quite a bit of catchup work to do. I appreciate you guys waiting as long as you did, and I sorry once again for having you do so. If I'm so much as a few days late on a post in the future, please shoot me a PM. Poke me! Prod me!

I would. Can this monkey do tricks? And if it bites me I want my money back.

Seeing as we're all gonna die tomorrow (banner confirmed cuz banner doesn't lie yo) I'd just like to say a few things. For one, lasagna in bed is awesome. Especially while watching a movie. Suggestion for last meal? Maybe so. At least make your last movie something festive. It's the holiday season afterall! Don't go watching something like Independence Day, or Day After Tomorrow. You're supposed to take your mind off our imminent deaths! While it's on my mind, don't watch Core either. I know they stop the world from ending in that movie, but the same general principle applies. Back to last meals, just go all out. Go to the most fancy restaurant in town, without a reservation, and order the seafood dish. Hopefully it's a stuffed lobster. You know, a big bug split down the back and crammed full of shrimp, clam, crab and bread crumbs. With lots of butter. DELISH. And don't bother paying that bill. Just walk out. Who's gonna stop you? Everyone's going to be dead tomorrow morning. Allergic to shellfish? Eat it anyway! This is a horrible time for self preservation! It's time to see what all the fuss is about! Another thing, send me hats. Fancy ones! I need to have something nice to wear to face my doom. Send it to the following address: That's all I really have to say... Uhh... Regrets... Hm... I regret not being able to watch hockey this year, but that's not really my fault now is it? Oh well. Good bye, Canterlot! It's been a pleasure existing with you all, and I love you :'3 Have a good weekend!