SteelEagle

I know she is in the Ponywalk, for starters.

I have a badge I wear to work. I leave it on a lot of the time.

Works for me.

While I'm completely okay with your interpretation of what happened, I was more thinking that I ran around you, spinning while doing so, rather than literally spinning you around.

I'm okay with spinning you around though. It's funnier that way.

Also, is there going to be a posting order or is it just going to be a sort of "wait a few posts until you post again" type thing?

Which is exactly what happened. I was gonna spin no matter what you did because you moved just THAT FAST.

I see no hard need for a post order per se, but a rule: No more than two posts per pony unless everyone has posted. That way the story doesn't advance too far past certain characters, but at the same time, we don't end up picking our feet waiting for posts.

'Key, well, the bodyguard/escort has been knocked out by bits flying at comical speed due to Valen being spinned in place. So he is now trailing bits as he closes in on the scene of the accident. Provides good enough reason for the street urchins to follow and trail him.

I operate on the three paragraph rule. I try to write three paragraphs- not always full paragraphs, but three separate entities within a post that are of a different flavor. Thoughts about what happened, some other thoughts, response, dialogue, so generally four.

I don't care about length; I care about effort. Someone can jam out a page long post of poor quality, or they can write a single paragraph of greatness.

Good game. Like most good Brony games, way too short.

It is likely a mixture. On one hand, they are starting to realize that as long as it is reasonable, Pony will work well anywhere! At the same time, they want to attract viewers for some of their other shows and want to give them the 'primetime' saturday spot.

And if Ponies happen to gain some more viewership? Well, that's awesome too.

what timezone is this? it used to air at 10:00 am right? which was 9:00 am for me

so now it airs at noon? mm, now I'm more likely to be busy during ponies I get up at 6:00 and we never go out before 10:00, so watching ponies has never been a problem for me.

EST, so if you live in Central I can see how it would be a problem if you have that schedule.

Starting March 3rd:

6:00AM G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero

6:30AM Transformers – Generation 1

7:00AM Transformers Prime

7:30AM The Super Hero Squad Show

8:00AM The Super Hero Squad Show

8:30AM Batman (1960s)

9:00AM Dan Vs.

9:30AM Batman: The Animated Series

10:00AM Transformers Rescue Bots (New Episodes)

10:30AM Transformers Rescue Bots

11:00AM The Aquabats! Super Show! (New Episodes)

11:30AM The Twisted Whiskers Show

12:00PM Strawberry Shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures (New Episodes)

12:30PM Strawberry Shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures

1:00PM My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (New Episodes)

1:30PM My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

2:00PM Pound Puppies

2:30PM Pound Puppies

3:00PM Family Game Night

Thoughts on this change?

For me, it is grand. It was on at 7:00 AM for me, which presented one of three scenarios. I was either working and had to have my lunch pre-planned, I had to cut short my Friday nights, or I had to rush and not have time to really enjoy the episode BEFORE work.

Truth, the second scenario was the most common. Now, I can conceivably be off of work and home by the time the episode airs, use my Friday night well, or take a somewhat 'normal' lunch at work. Saturdays are my least stressful work day, obviously. It also allows for my niece to have breakfast before she comes over on Saturday.

Same as ze forum: SteelEagle.

Valen listened intently to the words of the elder Apple for many reasons. One, he had asked a question and it was impolite to not hear an answer to a question you had asked. Secondly, she was an elder and while he readily admitted to a great deal of personal faults, being disrespectful was not something he wanted to be known as. And third, her answer was very interesting- who would have guessed that not only was there a time when large, strong Earth ponies were the best option for train travel, but that there were still areas where it was used?! How silly, incredible, and quaint! He listened to her story as they made the short jaunt over to the farm.

Once there, he was struck mute by the sheer size of it for so long. How many ponies must work this orchard? Thirty? Forty? Easily at least twenty! The trees seemed to roll on in endless waves of red, green, and yellow apples. Farm equipment was strategically laid out, though to his naked eye it may as well have been controlled chaos. The more he looked, the larger it got. He felt a sense of awe that perhaps a farm pony felt when he or she visited Manehattan for the first time. Counting the trees was too difficult- he didn't know if he could even count that high, let alone try to formulate the will to do so. The barn and living quarters seemed like small, miniscule buildings in a sea of green.

The air was so different, too. It was clean, which he expected, but not clear like he had been told. It had a smell to it, and a mixture as well. Apples for sure, fresh pine and trees, and the unsettling but acknowledged odor of sweat. It mixed together and created an aroma that was sweet and subtle, tinged by a small sense of desperation. It was like one of the perfumes his mom sometimes wore, very subtle and slight yet all the more powerful for it. He wondered if the farm ponies knew the smell as unusual or if they had grown accustomed to it, and gave thought to the possibility that there were smells in his home that he was ignorant to as well.

What he wasn't ignorant on was how freakin' strong Applejack must be. That suitcase was no lightweight, yet she had tossed it on her back like it was nothing at all. It was almost disquieting in a sense: If a mare who looked no worse for the wear was this strong, that must have meant she did a lot of really hard physical labor on a consistent basis. He was pretty sure he was expected to do some heavy physical labor as well, which was bad enough, but when you added it to the fact that he thought that the suitcase was going to be a factor of some concern...well, he wasn't sure how he'd fare! But he consoled himself that it was better to labor in air tinted with sweetness than toiling away in some Manehattan office building.

He had been trying to distract himself from how intimidating the farm was. It looked like simply too much of...everything! Luckily, another pony caught the attention of the Apple family distracting them from Valen's nervous gaze. She looked a little dazed and a nearby apple tree's leaves shook slowly as if recovering from an impact. Did that silly mare collide with the tree?

Applejack- AJ- dropped his suitcase and cantered over to the mare in question. Valen reared up in shock, his face stretched out in a comically silent scream for a second. He galloped over to inspect it cautiously. He jostled it- okay, he hadn't heard any loose pieces of glass. He breathed a sigh of relief and fell on his rump, a pleasantly exhausted smile on his face.

""Gerty!? Is that you!? Well, heh. What a surprise! You've made your annual trip to take some fancy drawings at our apples again, ain't ya?"

AJ started to help pick up pieces of paper which were uncommonly pillowing out from the site of the impact. He spotted one trying to board the last gust out of the farm, and clamped down on it with his hoof as quickly as he could. Success was his; he stopped it from escaping! He grabbed it by the mouth and started trotting towards the mare.

"Well bless my soul if it isn't Gerty Greetings! Ain't seen ya in a long spell! How are ya gittin' along? Gerty, you know Valen, right? He's traveled a fer piece to visit with us too!"

Valen came up right behind Granny as she finished, his offering to this Greetings character being a single piece of now-dirty paper. But what had Granny Smith meant by Gerty knowing Valen? Was this a relative? Was he supposed to know her, or her him? It didn't exactly play heavily on his mind as he knew that the way these ponyfolk talked could sometimes provoke confusion in his head, and so he dutifully laid the paper on the ground and offered his hoof out for a shake.

"The name is Valen Orange, like Valencia Orange! Nice to meet, ma'am!" He said, eyes closed to accommodate his wide smile. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed, the farm would suddenly become smaller and look less intimidating. He opened them as his smile grew less foolish- nope, it was still intimidating.

Valen had no time to take stock of that which raced by him and nearly toppled him, and soon found himself spinning in place with great rapidity. He slowed down eventually, having created a small space around himself where the dirt was well-maintained in the manner of a pony angel. It was then he realized that his saddlebag had somehow ended up in his stomach and was spilling contents- namely, bits. Some had launched themselves and hit his bodyguard's head with such speed during his spin that he know lay on the ground slumped head-first, a mix of groans and unconscious mumbling escaping his ruby lips. Valen allowed his head to come to a standstill before he nudged his bodyguard pensively with a hoof- yeah, he was out cold. Valen worked the saddlebag back on top, not bothering with the fact that there was now a hole.

Who could be so unkind as to race through such an area at such high speeds? It was a recipe for disaster, it was, and-

-CRASH!

As if on some cosmic cue, the blur ended at a tiny unicorn foal. Valen winced and had his eyes closed at the moment of impact, not wishing to see the inevitable carnage that would result from the union of Pegasus in motion and unicorn...not in motion.

Without taking a look at the scene, Valen started a healthy trot towards the site of the crash. Behind him, every once in a while, a small clutch of bits would fall out and make not a sound against the grass below.

I think some people may have mistook the OP's intention. He isn't asking for some sort of really sad/unhappy episode with heavy drama and a bitter ending. He is asking for a more serious/dark story, if not characters/scenes/dialogue. Heck, I could imagine an AJ episode with a more serious undertone that nonetheless retains everything charming about the episode.

Yeah, the idea was that Valen was nearly ran over by that orange blur, which kept him as a spectator. I hadn't been able to read the preceding posts very closely due to my child, so i didn't know if someone else had already been 'targeted' or hit, so I kept him as a spectator.

For cast apps when I read them, I prefer first person. It gives me a much greater idea of how the character is to be played than just a block of information. Block of information is fine for an OC, but since Cast characters are contested and valued a bit more, it is nice to see the 'voice' being used for the character.

"I assume you want the bookstore that will have the new Daring Do book? That direction. I'm on my way there now. As for the fan club, I have no idea. Never even knew there was one here. Sorry."

How could someone not know of the official fanclub of the greatest literary series and character in the history of Equestria? That was almost as bad as not knowing who Princess Celestia was, or having to be told that Princess Luna was back. Who was this poor fellow, so sadly misinformed of events around him?

But at least the glasses wearing stallion had pointed her in the direction of the book store. And, if her experience with book stores and libraries was any indication, he worked there- ponies with glasses who knew the way and were on their way there at this time of the day almost universally fell under this rule. She wondered sometimes whether it was somewhat sad that she could say that with such certainty, and decided swiftly that it was actually a sign of experience.

"Are they holding some kind of all day party or something?"

She scoffed before she caught herself and started to respond, keeping her voice level and cool.

"Well, yes, we will be holding all sorts of awesome events for the Luna Hour release. But that isn't the point! Someone has stolen a first edition signed limited copy of the Mystery of the Manehattan Minute, meant for this town's fan-club President!" Pathfinder said with all of the drama she believed this event deserved, which was quite a lot. She then gave the stallion a quick conspiratorial squeeze with her right foreleg, her left foreleg pointing and accusing the entire breadth at the town.

"Somewhere out there is a villainous villain, a treacherous thief, a dastardly do-eviller who stole a highly sought after piece of art! Oh Celestia, imagine the horror if he starts spoiling it for the rest of us! He must not be allowed to do so! So I, Pathfinder, adventurer extraordinaire and Cloudsdale Daring Do Fan Club President, will find this thief and find this work of art no matter where it takes me, whether it is the highest mountain peak or the deepest, darkest cave. Now, to the book store!" She said with the greatest enthusiasm, her voice loud and bellowing and her face breaking out in a determined and excited grin.

And even if they were electrical and everything the OP said is spot-on accurate, the absence of something in the show does not necessarily mean it doesn't exist in the universe at large- it just means it isn't canon...yet.

My opinion is that hate is something all groups must deal with. For the majority of groups the amount of hate is equal to the both the size and decibel level of the fanbase. In other words, most hate you will deal with online is bandwagon. A smaller subsect will be the ignorant, and yet another small group may have legit beef- like with bronies pushing FiM on the unwilling like a zealot pushing faith on an atheist. These cases are well known and are quite disadvantageous as they create hate.

In the end, though, hate is hate and will exist. Ignorance is ignorance and will always remain so. Do not pay heed to the foolish and ignorant and attempt to engage them in anything resembling a fight, since the entrenched fool is a decidedly more dangerous one. Ignore and push on, and then the hate becomes a matter of laughter rather than a point to battle.

Valen hardly had time to say hello before Applejack started shaking his hoof with such intensity that it sent the foal up and down like he was being shaken by some giant. This farm gal sure was strong! He could swear that the last time he had been shaken this hard was...well, okay, never. She was just really strong! He would hate to give thought to how strong her hind-legs were. They were almost universally stronger than front hooves and the terror he felt grow at the thought of her bucking his face clean off. Not a nice thought.

She eventually stopped, letting him down. His brain rattled around for a few moments and his eyes swam in circles. He managed to stand up, his legs shaking and wobbly as his balance had thoroughly been thrown off and he could swear a small flock of birds flew around his head. He struggled to factor in what the bigger pony had said in an intelligible fashion, trying to piece together what the country mare had said.

""Howdy-do, orange youngin'. I'm Applejack. We're so glad you've came to visit-so much fun- runnin' a successful farm- pig-wrangling, to apple bucking- spittin's at flies on a-day!"

As he tried to piece that-

"Settle down, AppleJack, we- scare the poor kid. Welcome- Pony- Valen! I'm Granny- you know that already. I-remember see'n you- a grasshopper! AppleJack, be- luggage, please?"

He finally had time to process what had been said and regain a sense of composure as his mind stopped bouncing off of his skull finally. He hadn't quite caught all of what she had said, but he couldn't say he generally liked anything that involved the wrangling of pigs or spitting at flies, time of day notwithstanding. Still, he wasn't one to try and bring others down or protest harshly when ignorant, and he was very ignorant when it came to this. He just hoped his mane would stay as stunning as it was. And he was slightly less concerned about the prospect of Granny ordering Applejack to scare him as he thought it unlikely, nor did he find her order for Applejack to be luggage as likely a story as him simply missing out on some words. Not that it mattered, because if they DID have ill intent, there was very little he could do to stop it.

He gave a forced smile, trying hard to please his relatives as he trotted towards the pile of luggage. Luckily, his was rather easy to spot, a bunch of "Please don't break this, please?" notes tacked onto a light red- well, his parents called it light red, he just called it pink- suitcase of some weight.

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Applejack. Truly wonderful to meet such kind ponies with such big...plans. How do I address you? Ma'am? Madame? Miss? Missus?" He asked nervously of his cousin, trying to maintain good social grace while he attempted in vain to put the rather icky idea of pig wrangling to rest. His eyes scanned the luggage, discerning eyes searching for his pink suitcase.

"Yessiree, they sure don't make trains like they used ta. I hope ya had a nice trip from Manehattan, Valen. No trouble along the way, was thar?"

That Granny Smith's memory didn't fail, nor did her sense of polite conversation. He continued his smile.

"Oh, nothing to concern yourselves with. I've never been in coach before and found it a rather...well, I wouldn't say uncomfortable, but something similar. It is likely just a normal experience that I was just unprepared for. Oh, you know us Upper Crust ponies...and how did they make trains in your day, if I may ask?" He continued with a joke and a question, trying to put himself at ease with the two older ponies. Jokes did the job well, especially self-depreciating humor. At least, that's what Brown Noise said, though some called him a trickster. And questions- well, those just showed you listened! Always good, right?

His eyes ran over the suitcase, looking no worse for the wear. It was a large one, packed expertly and to the brim, crisp and clean aside from a few nicks from its pushy and less well-constructed neighbors.

"Aha! There she is!"

Probably, but I'd rather think that it is them listening to us. My buzz, stop harshin' on it!

Trottingham had a different mood about in than Valen's usual haunt, the streets of Upper Crust in Manehattan. It was a city that was decidedly more friendly and close-knit despite its size as long as cider season wasn't in full swing. Then it could turn into the city of wild hoof-fighting and anarchy, but thankfully, this was not cider season. To be accurate, he had never been here during cider season and took that rumor as fact from several friends. He had always had a good time and was treated well in the well-known harbor city. He had traveled there relatively often, it being a major port and one of Equestria's leading economic centers. Good place to do business and have business grow and his parents always found a way to drag him with them.

This time, the plan was simple: A large Fair was underway and local Orange family representatives were wholly unable to handle it. This was rare, as they were more often than not extremely competent. Illness has a way of undermining such notions however and with time of the essence and the fair becoming a looming concern, his parents had decided to grab the bull by its horn- unicorns never seemed to appreciate that phrase, but they weren't there in his head, were they? Or...were they? Could all unicorns read his thoughts? That was a scary thought!- and run it themselves. Under their leadership, Valen was sure the Orange family would find unyielding success in yet another well-known Equestrian event. But then again, he didn't plan on finding out how they did for long.

The same fair where his parents would be working was also home to the single largest Foal-friendly center of activities in the land. The list of events and activities that passionately captured the attention of a foal were simply too numerous and exciting for his little foalish heart and mind to wrap around. He had a lot of bits to spend and several days to waste, and he was personally excited to wander into the fair and have a go at it. His parents, however, had other plans- no intentions of stopping the foal per se, but a chaperone was close by at all times. A rather stout looking bodyguard named Gilded Hooves(did that pertain to his faux golden horse shoes?) followed behind Valen at a relatively even distance. His parents knew of his travels around Manehattan and had enough faith in him to stay safe, but a parent is never truly content with a wandering child no matter the situation.

And so, saddlebag wrapped tight and bodyguard several paces behind in tow, Valen entered the fair and partook in several games of chance, losing at ring toss in a delicious manner. Never had Valen thought he could get a ring around the horn of a unicorn and lose! Ahh, such silliness-

-he was nearly ran over by somepony.

Expect posts from me starting tomorrow.

OOC- PATHFINDER

She raced through the sky, the clouds seemingly parting ways for the pegasus in motion. She made no claim to the titleholder of fastest in her class or most skilled flyer, but few could match her manic and determined sprint through the skies. Few times in her life could she even remember this type of relentless beating being delivered unto the skies by her relatively small wings. Then again, had any event so deeply disturbed her, so cut to her core? She reasoned that the answer was no and that the haste that had made home in her breast was the appropriate response.

She soared high to save time and when it was appropriate, she dove to increase her speed. There in front of her lay the small city of Ponyville, a town with recognition that far outstripped its real, pertinent value. Normally, it would have been a nice, somewhat notable place to lay her head down for a night and then seek out adventure until the grateful townspeople tossed bits her way and pointed to another worthy location. This day, however, it was her destination, every beat of her harried heart and every stroke of her frantic wings honed to the purpose of arriving in Ponyville as swiftly as she could.

She spotted what appeared to be the town hall, the area around it clean and open for a while before bridges and buildings took their positions. Ponies milled about, discussing Celestia knows what. It didn't matter; Pathfinder had her landing zone. She pulled up briefly to get into position as she flew over the town, then angled herself towards the open portion. She rocketed towards the ground, slowing down just before impact. It didn't really work as her hooves had a hard time keeping up her landing speed and after nearly tripping she launched herself back into the air, gliding in order to slow down. She landed with some speed and her gallop was somewhat unrestrained as she came to a screeching stop less than a foot from the side of some building.

She took a breath and gave a deep smile.

That had been one heck of a landing! It hadn't worked and it had nearly ended with her head-first into a building, but nothing ever came easy for an adventurer, whether that was Daring Do or Pathfinder. That was why she loved Daring Do soooo much- they had so much in common! High adventure! Action! Excitement! Treasure! Her friends, foolish as they were, would claim it was more life imitating art than art imitating life, but she would have none of it! She had always seen herself this way and those who said otherwise were sticking their snouts where they didn't belong. Her seemingly earnest and honest devotion and love to Daring Do and her exciting adventures had been an important part of her marehood, and the midnight releases, the Luna Hour Release as it was widely known, of her favorite series were filled with more honest excitement and love than any of the Hearts Warming Eve celebrations she was dragged to. Who needed to hear about Hearths Warming Eve when Daring Do was freakin' base jumping into a volcano to escape from crazy land sharks?!

Not Pathfinder! And as both a fan-club president and lover of the series, the midnight releases were near religious experiences for her. Always first in line, signed limited editions lined up and paid for, spoilers ruthlessly ignored and spoilerees trampled underhoof. On that day of the release, as the ponies waited for their wares, she always felt special, happy, and loved to be amongst so many other fans.

And now that love had turned to anger. Anger! ANGER! Somepony had snuck into a bookstore in Ponyville and stolen- outright stolen- a signed limited edition copy of the newest Daring Do novel, Daring Do and the Mystery of the Manehattan Minute, that was meant for Ponyville's Daring Do fanclub president. If this vile, thieving Pony started spoiling the novel for others, it would be a disaster. This was the mist anticipated release in the series for quite a while, as the author had made the decision to have her traverse the urban jungle of Equestria's largest city in place of some exotic locale. No one knew what to expect, and this thief may very well ruin it for everyone!

Not to mention she wanted to read it first. It irked her that the author had stopped sending passages from future works to the fan club. Had her critiques of the author's characters angered him? She certainly wished not. Any true artist demanded critique and she knew he was a true, beloved artist.

No matter! Someone had broken the law, broken that code by which all fans lived, and probably broken the spirit of the fan club president in the area. Dastardly deeds called for a heroic response, and Pathfinder was willing to deliver. She would recover the book, capture the thief, and restore the shattered spirit of the local president. She would be a hero- for Daring Do!

The backwash from the speed of her landing finally hit her, ruffling some feathers and jostling her tightly strung, officially licensed and privately modified Daring Do hat. She turned to a Pony not far from her.

"Ponyvillian, where is your book store, and where is the Daring Do fan club president?" She asked, confidence and aggressiveness dripping from her every word.

Valen had never heard an accent as harsh and crumpled up like a piece of paper like the accent that Granny Smith spoke with, her shrill and cutting voice lending her a unique glance from Valen. Still, she was smiling and it was always better to see a smiling pony than one frowning or, worse, so angry she was on fire. Valen had seen a unicorn do that once and it was quite a horrifying sight, one he would be quite pleased if he never saw again. Did all unicorns get so angry at some point that their magic manifested physically as fire around them? He hoped not.

"Hello there, Granny Smith. It is a pleasure to meet you here!" Valen said with all the confidence he could muster from his Manehattan Upper Crust upbringing, trotting towards the elderly mare with a hoof outstretched for a shake. His eyes met hers and immediately was put to rest any concerns he had about his well-being.

Behind him, the workers started to quite literally hurl the luggage from their secure storage, their pace fast and work reckless as they were already late for Trottingham, which was about to get busy with the changing of the season. And with every crash of a suitcase behind him, Valen winced, only the purest horror show of what had happened to his belongings playing as a track in his mind.