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I'll be app-ing Phil's Tourmaline Glass's older sister who I'm gonna call Cinnabar Star.

Sign Tawny up!

Ambitious project! More power to you!

"mum." Tawny felt they had been walking through Ponyville for hours, even though, they had only just arrived, and it had only been a minute. She had barely told him anything about the trip, just snippets of something about his father, his aunt, and... something about a griffon? He was used to feeling lost when it came to trying to understand his mother's rambling when she was completely and utterly focused on her work. "Carry the two... fifty volts." The frizzy-maned pegasus had a pencil in her mouth and was somehow managing to write in an open notebook carried on her hoof while hovering above the ground with her wings. Her mutterings were just barely comprehensible with the pencil in her mouth. "mum," Tawny tried again. "Accounting for the average discharge of a cloud by the average force applied by a back-kick... hmm... too many variables." "mum." Tawny suddenly cringed at the loudness of his voice and flushed slightly when a few ponies turned and stared at him. His mother, Frizzy, suddenly noticed her son was trying to get her attention. "Yes, sweetie?" "Are we there yet?" Tawny tried not to sound like he was whining, but it came out sounding like a whine, anyway. "No," Frizzy said, returning to her notebook. Then, she looked up, noticing a few young fillies, colts, and a griffon with a broken wing. She beamed. "Yes!" She put the notebook in a satchel and fluttered over to the group with Tawny dragging his hooves behind her. She frowned a little bit, noticing Wind Walker but not seeing Moon Walker, her husband. She seemed to consider this a second before smiling. She approached Wind Walker enthusiastically. "Wind, sweetie, you're looking more and more grown-up each time I see you! I expect Moon-dear has already gone to the theater, then?" Tawny didn't feel it was polite to interrupt his mother speaking to his young aunt, but he felt this was important. "Theater?" "Oh!" Frizzy noticed Razor next, and she trotted towards him, taking one of his talons with her hoof and shaking vigorously. The initial contact brought a slight static shock, which was only enough to startle but not hurt. She giggled a bit at it. "So sorry. I work with lightning all day; it likes to cling." She beamed at the griffon. "Fire has been regaling my husband and I with your recent exploits. I hope your wing will get better soon. That must be dreadful; I can't possibly imagine it. Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Frizzy, and this is my son, Tawny." She gestured to Tawny who had the most puzzled look on his face. He started to open his mouth to say something, but Frizzy once again plowed through. "Moon-dear told me you wouldn't mind watching Tawny and Wind here while he went to rehearsal here in Ponyville. Although, I hope he did actually ask your permission instead of just assuming like he usually does. Oh, that husband of mine, he just can't say no to anything; he couldn't say no when the theater was in need of such an important part that nobody else wanted to fill. At least this time, he's doing something he actually LOVES doing. Tonight's date night, you see. But it wouldn't be the first time we've had to delay the actual dating part. I mean, how many times have I had to delay date night because of BALL lightning! Oh-ho-ho!" She cackled at the end. Tawny face-hoofed. His mother had to be the most embarrassing mother in all of Equestria. He looked up from his hoof. Wait. What did she just say? "Anyway, you all have fun. Take care. Tawny, be good!" She waved at Tawny. Tawny's jaw dropped. "Wait. I'm not..." Frizzy turned back to Razor. The smile on her face was gone and replaced with the kind of serious look that only a mother could give. "Incidentally, if anything should happen to my son or my darling little sister-in-law, there will be no end to the storm clouds I will place over your head." There was a slight narrowing of eyes. Then, just as soon as the warning and seriousness took place, it disappeared. She beamed at Razor, waved, and flew off in the direction of the theater. Tawny only looked defeated. He was sure his mother would explain everything to him later, probably over dinner. He gave an exasperated sigh.

I'd like to join with Tawny.

I really ought to put somewhere that Moon Walker has fabulous dance moves...

Tawny entered the coffee shop, in a way that suggested some hesitance. His light blue eyes darted this way and that like he was afraid he was going to be caught somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. Perhaps it was a little unusual for a young colt to be wandering around unattended, but then, judging by his satchel, it looked like he was on his way to school. It probably wasn't that far. He noticed there were a couple of ponies in line, waiting to be served. He took his place behind them and waited patiently, still casting nervous looks behind his shoulder. He noticed Lightning Dancer in front of him and blinked. He thought he recognized her but didn't want to interrupt her. He saw somepony else he thought he recognized who had just finished ordering. It was another colt, although, this one was obviously older than he was and had a cutie mark. He gave a friendly wave, hoping the colt would see him.

[colour=#282828]Roleplay Type: [/colour][colour=#282828]Mane RP[/colour] [colour=#282828]Name: [/colour][colour=#282828]Moon Walker[/colour] [colour=#282828]Sex: [/colour][colour=#282828]Male[/colour] [colour=#282828]Age: [/colour][colour=#282828]Stallion[/colour] [colour=#282828]Species: [/colour][colour=#282828]Pegasus[/colour] [colour=#282828]Eye colour: [/colour][colour=#282828]Blue, almost indigo[/colour] [colour=#282828]Coat: [/colour][colour=#282828]His coat is tan/light brown. He typically wears the usual guard armor seen in Canterlot. [/colour] [colour=#282828]Mane/Tail: [/colour][colour=#282828]Moon Walker's hair and tail are a reddish auburn. There is a light curling in both his mane and tail, and he never ever has a bad mane day.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Physique: [/colour][colour=#282828]Moon Walker is in excellent shape. His build is strong, sturdy, and lean enough to allow him to maneuver through the air quickly and gracefully. He is still an average flyer at best, however.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Residence: [/colour][colour=#282828]He switches back and forth from Canterlot to Cloudsdale. Because of the nature of his work, he often spends more time in Canterlot than not, but he tries to spend as much time as possible in Cloudsdale because that's where his family lives.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Occupation: [/colour][colour=#282828]Royal Equestrian Army Guard[/colour] [colour=#282828]Cutie Mark: [/colour][colour=#282828] [colour=#282828]Moon Walker's cutie mark is a shield with a crescent moon on it. He'll never forget the night it appeared. Him and a few of his friends were participating in the rehearsal of a school play, “Rock Comet and Jewel Mane.” Sadly, Moon Walker didn't get to play any of the lead roles, but he was happy, for the most part, to be on stage. Everything was going smoothly, at first. Then, while Moon Walker was standing around (essentially being background scenery), he noticed that one of the hanging props above was coming loose. And the colt playing Rock Comet was standing right under it! He didn't have long to make a decision. If he let the prop fall, then there was a chance the colt would get hurt, and then, the starring role for Rock Comet would open up. But the colt WOULD be hurt... He didn't need a lot of time to make the decision. His wings spread without thinking, he cried out a warning (“LOOK OUT!”), and he dove for the colt, pushing him out of the way and becoming a victim to the once-hanging prop. Moon Walker ended up in the hospital for his injuries (which included a broken wing) and missed the play, but he gained his cutie mark, and tons of balloons and get well cards. Suffering from injuries was well worth it, especially since they turned out to be quite temporary.[/colour] [colour=#282828]His cutie mark is symbolic of many things about him (the fact that it's vaguely heart-shaped, for instance, represents his good heart). The shield obviously represents a talent in protecting others. Meanwhile, the crescent moon is a reminder that he doesn't have to be a star in order to be a special somepony. [/colour] [colour=#282828]History: Moon Walker comes from a long line of pegasi who have been a part of the Royal Equestrian Army and other defensive services. He's the fifth offspring of his parents, out of nine. He has seven brothers and two sisters (Fire Walker and Wind Walker). The importance of discipline, duty, and honor have been instilled in him from a young age by his father. It wasn't so much that Moon Walker felt pushed into that path; it was more like a natural conclusion, an inevitability, and he wasn't upset about it at all. Coming from a large family can be difficult, though. The fact of the matter was, there was a lot of competition for attention. So, it was only natural that Moon Walker learned early on how to attract attention. Whether he was being a class clown or finding a stage to perform, no, to ACT on, he was able to use all manner of charm, good looks, charisma, and showmanship to dazzle other ponies. Consequently, he had an abundance of friends growing up and was very popular.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Before he joined the Royal Equestrian Army, he had thought about trying to be an actor. It was something he had always dreamed of since he was a kid ever since he saw Canterlot Theatre's production of Star-Swirled the Bearded THE MUSICAL. He wasn't all bad at acting, either, despite the fact that it wasn't his special talent. Ultimately, though, the importance of discipline, duty, and honor were too great a call for him to ignore. The dream still remained, but it was put on the back-burner.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Not long after rigorous training in boot camp, Moon Walker found love. But first, he found a sketchbook full of equations, diagrams, and detailed pictures of clouds and aerodynamic positions. He happened upon it entirely by accident while visiting a few of his Pegasus friends in Cloudsdale for lunch. Naturally, he didn't understand a single thing in the sketchbook (except that the clouds were, indeed, clouds), but it looked important, and surely, someone was looking for it. Bound by honor, Moon Walker searched for the owner of the notebook, questioning other Pegasi about its contents in hopes of gleaning a clue as to how to find the owner. Someone eventually told him that someone in the weather factory would probably be able to make sense of it. And so, he went to the weather factory to talk with pegasi there. [/colour] [colour=#282828]His long search was rewarded when the owner of the notebook, a mare with a frizzy mane and tail, approached him, expressing a lot of gratitude for returning the sketchbook. They looked into each other's eyes, and both felt electricity sparking between them. Literally. It seemed the mare had left some lightning unattended, and poor Moon Walker got the worst of it. But when he awoke in the hospital and saw her there by his bedside, somehow, it made everything all right. Her name was Frizzy, and he had fallen in love with her.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Several dates in the span of two years later, they were married. And sometime after that, Moon Walker's wife gave birth to a wonderful foal. They named him Tawny. Becoming a father was definitely one of the happiest moments in his life. Unfortunately, Moon Walker has never been able to spend as much time with his family as he would like. He often feels torn between the duties of a Royal Equestrian Guard and duties to his family. It pains him, sometimes, when he thinks about his son and comes up with questions that he should know the answer, too. First, he missed his son's first flight, then his first words. Then, he didn't know what Tawny's favorite food was. Then, he didn't know his favorite colour. What Tawny liked to do. It seemed everytime he discovered the answer to one question about his son, he found more, and it disheartened him when he thought about how often he was away from his family. The dream he had about being an actor has faded into relative obscurity in his mind, now. Now, what he really wants to be is Dad.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Character Summary:[/colour] Moon Walker's talent lies in his ability to protect, to honor, and to serve. Beyond that, he is decent at impressionism, comedy, and acting (though, he can at times be a little too cheesy and hammy in his acting). His goals and motivations have shifted over the years, but his most current goal is to find a way to spend more time with his family without neglecting his responsibilities with the Royal Equestrian Army. Because of his experience in the REA, Moon Walker has developed two ways of relating with other ponies. There's REA-style, in which he is direct, focused, vigilant, and no-nonsense. Then, there's his style, which is easy-going, light-hearted, friendly, and somewhat clown-ish. Occasionally, there is overlap between the two; it's especially notable when he's about to do something heroic off-duty or when he is worried about something. Sometimes, he has a hard time prioritizing certain tasks. When somepony or something needs rescued, it is near impossible for him NOT to drop everything and get involved. While he can prioritize rescue scenarios (obviously, a pony that is in mortal danger needs more assistance than a pony that is wandering around lost) and follow direct orders, he can't prioritize something like an important meeting versus, say, a cat stuck in a tree. Inevitably, he will be late for the meeting in order to rescue the cat. Moon Walker is a natural at making friends because of how very likeable he is, but keeping long-term friends might be a different story. Even before he joined the REA, Moon Walker has never been particularly good at expressing his feelings or affection for others. It isn't that he doesn't care; it's just that he's a little bit dense in that area and automatically assumes that ponies know he cares very much about them. So, he never takes the time to reaffirm that fact to other ponies. This is especially evident if he sees somepony he knows that he hasn't seen in a while. He acts as if they'd been with him the whole time, instead of expressing exuberance about their presence. Moon Walker has a vain side to him due to spending a bit more than incidental time keeping up with his appearance (getting his coat, mane, and tail groomed, polishing his armor, ensuring that he stays in excellent shape despite harboring a deep love for donuts). This has resulted in some self-consciousness. Not about his appearance, he's certain he is one great-looking stallion. It's more that he's self-conscious about his vanity and tries to hide the fact that he's checking himself out in a mirror or spending too much time on his mane and outright denying that he uses any mane products in his mane whatsoever.

Now that Tawny has been approved, I can say... "DIBS!" I will return by midnight tonight with Moon Walker's app! Off to work now.

Yes, right, well... I'm gonna go to the corner and quietly explode now. Fixed, by the way.

Gugh... another name change. Honestly, I think Twitchy is cute. ... But very well. I'll come up with yet another.

So, I haven't started any RP threads yet. Figure I probably should give that a try. I don't want to start an RP thread without knowing if someone will participate or not, though, so here I am. Here's the idea I have. Honeydew's parents (melon farmers) are taking a much needed and long overdue vacation from the farm and from Uncle Cantaloupe. Problem is the young farmhands that work the farm are also going away for various reasons. So, Honeydew's parents need someone to supervise and take care of the farm. They choose their only daughter, Honeydew. The horror. Honeydew hasn't worked on the farm since she was a filly, and her parents are just pushy enough to overrule her own pushiness and resounding "NO." She can't just let the farm go, either, because regardless of her rough edges and dominating personality, she isn't heartless. She has the brilliant idea to put up notices about help being needed on the farm. Room and board free and a few bits for your trouble. Let's see what happens when you mix a once-country-pony-turned-city-pony with a few country ponies, shall we? RP thread here: http://www.canterlot.com/topic/15460-farmers-wanted/

WEATHER PONIES LOST IN THE EYE OF STORM! WILL THE PRINCESS CRACK UNDER PRESSURE? UNICORN GIVES BIRTH TO SEA SERPENT! Did you know? Many ponies know that in ancient times, unicorns were tasked with the raising of the sun and with the raising of the moon and stars. But what you might not have known is that it is now impossible for a large group of modern-day unicorns to accomplish this monumental task! Some speculate that there has been a gradual decrease in the strength of a unicorn's power over time, or that Princess Celestia keeps tight reins on the sun since an inexperienced group of unicorns could make raising the sun a dangerous activity. But the truth might, in fact, be much more sinister than that. After all, if we didn't need the Princess to raise the sun and moon for us, what WOULD we need her for? MARE IN THE MOON SET TO BRING ETERNAL NIGHT! by Honeydew Today, everyone is gearing up to celebrate the 1000th annual Summer Sun Celebration, which sources say will be held tomorrow in small-town nowhere Ponyville. Since members of the press are kept on the sidelines during the celebration to "avoid distracting the Princess," and since the Saddle Arabia Diplomat Incident involving noodles and angry pegasus guards has barred this journalist from a select few special functions, there will be no members of The Daily Turnip present. But fear not, dear readers, one way or another, The Daily Turnip will get the whole scoop. And this writer has it on very good, very solid facts that the scoop tomorrow will be the biggest one yet! For tomorrow, an old pony's tale will come to life. Investigative reports written by the hard-working staff at The Daily Turnip have long held that old pony's tales either contain some truth or the whole truth. They are almost never made up. A Canterlot scholar on traditions and ancient history, requesting to remain anonymous, describes the "Mare in the Moon" tale as one of the most interesting anomalies in ancient literature. It has no known writer and was chronicled alongside important, actual historical events and observations on magical discoveries that we take for granted today. The Canterlot scholar refused to comment on what this might mean, but it's more than obvious that the "Mare in the Moon" could not possibly be just an "old pony's tale." This 1000th annual Summer Sun Celebration is the "longest day of the thousandth year" that the tale speaks of. The tale tells us that the stars will aid in the mare's escape and that she will bring about nighttime eternal. But how could this be? What's so special about the stars tomorrow? Chip Potter, expert and former astrologist, has been charting the stars most of his life. An exclusive interview revealed that Chip Potter has concerns about the potential for disaster tomorrow. According to him, Ursine Major and Ursa Major are lining up and the results may be cataclysmic enough to result in the birth of a new star. The stars of Orion's Saddle are in perfect formation. The Three Friends Constellation has broken up. Chip Potter says this means that the magic potential of unicorns will be at an all time high tomorrow and would be perfect for giving any alicorn mares trapped in the moon a chance to escape. Naturally, this means we should all be preparing less for the Summer Sun Celebration and more for the coming of eternal darkness and a new tyrant to oppress and subjugate us! This journalist, for one, believes there really won't be much of a difference. Regardless of whatever happens tomorrow, The Daily Turnip will continue to be at the forefront of news and printing the details the mainstream press DON'T want you to know! Daily Horoscopes Jackalope: You will find yourself venturing into unfamiliar territory. A fog of doubts might cloud your judgement. You may want to invite some friends; be careful not to leave them behind! Ursa: If you find yourself catering to an unexpected guest, make sure to make them feel welcome. Try not to insist on having things your way. It might be very rewarding in the near future! Hydra: Your propensity towards making ponies laugh will be a great asset today! Just remember that there's a time and a place for everything; a giggle at the wrong time could be disastrous! Spider: Don't be afraid to step out of the background. Remember, you can be a special somepony; you just have to show them you're inner drive and spirit! Manticore: Your pride might be getting the better of you today. It's time to accept the help you need when it's offered. You'd do the same for anypony else, after all. The Mare: A bad mane day is right around the corner, but don't despair. If you prepare now, you'll set it straight! Balance of Harmony: Your friends are there to support you, no matter what. But nothing good comes from keeping to yourself! Cockatrice: If you're invited to a party, go! But try to tone down your dead-on wit and sarcasm. Nopony is going to appreciate it today. Arrow: You're not going to find what you're looking for outside. It's time to take a deep breath and start anew. Chupacabra: You're not really sure what's going on today, and if that bothers you, you might find yourself being too controlling. Just try to relax; everything will get better soon! Cloud: Somepony wants to talk to you but isn't sure how to approach you. Maybe you should try visiting some of your friends and letting them know that you care about them. Guppy: Remember, you can please some of the ponies, some of the time, but not all of the ponies, all of the time. Be yourself!

So, this is something I just decided to do on a whim. My roleplay character, Honeydew, is a reporter/journalist for a Manehattan tabloid I've decided to call The Daily Turnip. It just seemed like a fun idea to actually write some of what the articles in this tabloid look like. I think the format of the blog will go something like this: Maybe a few sample headlines for that day's newspaper. A Did You Know? tidbit involving a conspiracy theory. Honeydew's article for that day. And a horoscope section (OF COURSE!)... Of course, since this is Equestria, I'm thinking that the horoscopes would be something different. So, here's a reference guide: Aries (March 21-April 20) = Jackalope Taurus (April 21-May 21)= Ursa Gemini (May 22-June 21)= Hydra Cancer (June 22-July 22)= Spider Leo (July 23-August 21)= Manticore Virgo (August 22-September 23)= The Mare Libra (September 24-October 23)= Balance of Harmony Scorpio (October 24-November 22)= Cockatrice Sagitarrius (November 23-December 22)= Arrow Capricorn (December 23-January 20)= Chupacabra Aquarius (January 21-February 19)= Cloud Pisces (February 20-March 20)= Guppy In addition, I might have some of the articles associated with episodes from the series (I will put this in the tags, so be on the look out for that). Feel free to comment. If you'd like you can comment in-character as a pony reading one of the articles and reacting accordingly. If you're going to comment out-of-character, please put it in [brackets] or (parenthesis).

I am definitely not referencing a mental illness (she's fine, just overenthusiastic about her work). I'll reword it (I didn't think it came off as such, given the silliness involved, but I'll take care of it.) I'll work on expanding on things, then. Thank you for the pointers. Heeeeeey, wait just a second.

Honeydew's eyes narrowed, apparently suspicious and unconvinced about anypony arriving to pick up anything, but she decided not to push the issue since there were more important issues to push. "Inspiration is a myth. If I relied on inspiration to write, for instance, I'd be out of a job. I do know all about the out of the ordinary, though..." She tilted her head up slightly, looking thoughtful. She paced past another chair, giving it an interested look before turning towards Oak Splitter to answer his question. "The Mares in Black, naturally. They tend to show up under... mysterious circumstances, and nopony knows much about them. I didn't expect them to show up here in Whitetail Woods, though! I was just investigating a rumor I heard about Bighoof. Hardly anything to get worked up about." She tensed up suddenly, then pounced onto a wooden table and lifted her right foreleg into the air dramatically. "OR SO I THOUGHT! Upon finding near conclusive proof of Bighoof's existence, I was surprised by a noise in the bushes! And that's when I saw a dark pony shape approaching. Knowing what I know about the Mares in Black, I ran as fast as I could and found sanctuary here!" She hopped off the table. Her pink eyes shined, and the smirk on her face had become impossibly huge and smug. "And so, more pieces of the puzzle fall into place. You know, there's a lot of theories circulating around about Bighoof. Some say Bighoof is a figment of ponies' wild imaginations. Some say Bighoof is the result of mistaking the identity of a particularly big pony. Some say Bighoof might be a remnant from the past... But me? I think the truth goes much deeper than that. If the Mares in Black are involved, that means Celestia's involved, which means the Starmanes are most definitely involved. And now, now I've got photographs!" She rushed over to Oak Splitter, completely ignoring any sense of personal space he might have. "Don't you see?" She put her two front hooves together. "It's ALL connected! I'm so close to discovering... THE TRUTH!" One could practically see the emphasis in her words. "Fitting that I should get such a wealth of information here in Whitetail Woods. I've long suspected that the Everfree Forest's multitude of oddities and dangers were part of a front to distract from other more dangerous and mysterious places. And so, here's Whitetail Woods, supposedly your average, everyday forest. Except that it isn't! This is the FIRST lead I've had in a while that helps support my theory. Clearly, I need to stick around here much longer and do some more investigating. But first, I might lay low in Baltimare. No telling whether the Mares in Black might be looking for me..."

"Name's Honeydew," the mare said automatically, as she inspected his golden hoof. She gave a satisfied nod. "Good. Looks like you're not in league with the Starmanes. Those egotists just love to put intricate designs on their horseshoes, which may or may not be part of an ancient language prophesying the Equestrian apocalypse. Or so I've heard." She looked up from his hoof and peered at him closely. Very closely. "You certainly don't sound or look like a Freemason, either." Honeydew flashed a grin at Oak Splitter when he asked his question. "Excellent observation... Oak Splitter, was it?" She shot a look back at the door, then back at him. "The question is not whether I saw anyone else coming on my way here. The question is... Did I manage to lose them or not? Because they were not just your average pony coming to pick up an order." She shot a look towards the pencils that had fallen earlier, then raised her brow at Oak Splitter. "I would hope a pony with a carpentry business out near the woods would know enough about customer service to attend to the final details of the customer's order and not sit around with a blank piece of paper as though, he has nothing left to do and no expectations for the near future. Otherwise, I think you're going to have a dissatisfied customer on your hooves." She stomped the floorboards with one hoof, then shot out of the chair and began pacing. "ANYWAY, I think I lost them."

So, here's an idea. Our original trio of Cutie Mark crusaders have realized that they haven't tried to get any party-related cutie marks yet (perhaps the idea was inspired by Pinkie Pie) and with their little club expanding throughout Equestria (Babs having started up a branch in Manehattan, and things spreading from there), it sounds like there's great potential for a HUGE party. After all, it only makes sense to invite every Cutie Mark Crusader, so that they can try to get a party-related cutie mark, too! I thought it would be a fun way to test out filly and/or colt characters by putting them all in one place. *LOL* Rules are the same as the other roleplaying rules on this site. Just one thing: obviously, the characters involved in this have to have blank flanks and be fillies/colts. No alicorns, please. In addition, feel free to volunteer to play one of the following canons (you can play a canon and an OC, too): Applebloom Scootaloo Sweetie Bell Babs Seed I will try to keep things moving/organized by playing Pinkie Pie. I figure Pinkie Pie isn't the type to miss out on such a big party, Cutie Mark Crusader or not, and somepony needs to be an adult chaperone. (Then again, maybe Pinkie Pie isn't best-suited for that... LOL... perhaps there's some background adult ponies keeping an eye on things, too... LOL)

Since it pops up so often (not just in this fandom, but in others as well), I suspect most people don't realize that they're taking the lazy way out. I think it's probably more of an ignorance thing. Beginner writers just don't know any better. It only becomes lazy when they refuse to see the logic in trying to improve and just not improve.

No sooner had Oak Splitter sat down before the door was kicked open with enough force that a door of lesser quality might have cracked a little. A honey-coloured Earth pony ran inside and slammed the door shut behind her, panting in several short breaths. She didn't appear to notice Oak Splitter or if she did, she wasn't paying him much attention. Instead, she was looking at the door intensely, as if expecting something or someone to come barging through any minute. She stayed like that for several seconds before giving a sigh of relief, then she turned away from the door, a triumphant smirk on her face. "Ha!" The triumph in her expression quickly faded into something approaching confusion when she looked around. Her pink-coloured eyes took in the workshop area before her gaze fell on Oak Splitter. She stared at him, having no feelings one way or another towards his presence. After a moment, she spoke. "Right, well, the door was unlocked, and you're here, and I'm assuming this is a shop of some kind, so technically, I'm not breaking and entering. Mind if I sit?" She found a half-finished chair and sat on it, not waiting for permission. "Whitetail Woods, your common, everyday average woods. Not like the Everfree Forest, but don't get me started on that. Personally, I don't think..." She paused, then casted a suspicious glance in Oak Splitter's direction. She held up a hoof as if to silence any approaching words. "Wait." She shook her hoof in a manner suggesting she wanted to see one of his hooves. "Let me see your hoof for a second."

Excellent entry of encouragement! (I love alliteration.) I hope it doesn't take a month for my character, but I'll try to be patient. It does sound like you guys got a lot on your plates!

I think that about covers it. Lemme know if I need to make any changes.

Masquerade, costume. Same difference. To her, anyway. LOL. This will be fun.

That's kind of the point, though. I don't see Honeydew as a fancy masquerade-type. So, she'd naturally assume that a costume party means costume and bring something Nightmare Night-esque. She's already a big oddball (with her tendency to consider everything suspicious and spout off conspiracy theories). If it would derail too much, though, I can manage.