Chonico

Spades could do no more than stare at the mare quizzically as she approached the fence and squinted at him through her glasses. Expecting her to introduce herself, he was a little surprised when she raise her hoof and walked back into the house. 'Hmm, okay… I guess I'm supposed to wait here then.' He commented to himself as he looked at the ground he stood on as if expecting to see some kind of 'wait here' sign drawn on the ground. However, as the mare returned with an odd contraption around her neck, his quizzical expression returned as he raised an eyebrow and observed her smile. Suddenly, as the typewriter churned out the piece of paper which then levitated towards him, his expression changed to one of amusement as he squinted his gray eyes to try and read the small writing. 'Sorry, forgot typewriter. Not sure what mean by ghost. Can not say if I am or not, I do not know. Are you a ghost?' He raised his head from the paper to look at the mare as he cocked his head to the side as if studying her. As he did though, a second piece of paper levitated towards him. 'Sorry again. I am Rivet.' As he read this second piece of paper, his quizzical expression remained on his face as he looked up from it and set his eyes on the mare. After a few seconds, he gingerly approached Rivet, his eyes still glued on her, until he was exactly on the opposite side of the fence directly in front of her. Without any hint or warning, he raised one hoof and held it in front of himself, a serious expression overtaking his face. Spades then extended his hoof and gently poked Rivet on the chest right above where the typewriter hung. 'Hmm, well Rivet, you are solid. I don't think ghosts are solid. If not, they wouldn't be able to walk through walls and such. Yes, I am happy to say you are not a ghost.' His horn suddenly began to glow as the flap on his satchel lifted and a small white piece of paper with a black spade in the middle floated out and towards Rivet, hovering only inches from her. 'I am White Spade, magician extraordinaire! And, I am not a ghost. Feel free to have a poke.' Spades smiled brightly at Rivet as he said this and slightly puffed out his chest. 'Is this your home? Do you get a lot of tourist here?'

'Problem? No, no problem at all! If anything, it is a pleasant surprise!... Umm, very pleasant, yes.' Clay immediately answered with a slight hint of surprise mixed with nervousness in his voice as he subconsciously took a few steps back, blinking furiously to prevent the sweat from his forehead from getting into his eyes. 'It's just I've never seen a fully grown dragon before and only heard rumors of how they're mindless aggressive beasts that eat ponies in one bite. But…' He paused for a second as his expression became less and less 'shock' and more mild 'curiosity' as he became slightly lost in his train of thought. Bringing one hoof up to his chin, he looked at the pot he placed on the floor and then up to the dragon, as if connecting dots that suddenly became clear. 'Actually, now that I think about it, I never heard of dragons being able to talk so I suppose my earlier question might have gone unanswered if that was true and I would have already destroyed a perfectly good pot trying to distract you and then running away. Hmm, guess those ponies never met a dragon either. And…' He suddenly stopped and looked down at the pot that still lay on the ground. Staring at it, he let out a slight snort through his nostrils and picked up the pot and gingerly put it back in the cart as he looked at it pitifully. 'I doubt you would have fallen for it, you strike me as being brighter than that... Good thing though, I'd hate to waste a pot on something that wouldn't have worked… Or being eaten for that matter.' His demeanor was suddenly more calmed down and relaxed, perhaps content with the justifications and realizations his thought process gave him. 'HEY! If you talk, then you must have a name! I'm Nimbus Claypot!' He extended a hoof out for a hoofshake out of habit. 'What's your name? If you have one I mean.'

I'm already on episode 24 of this, its hilarious

Hmm, I always wondered why Freeman was so quiet. Guess now I know, he was busy thinking of ways to steal office supplies when he got fired for being late

Haven't had dinner yet either, but I plan to have pizza delivered with some green olives, pineapple, and green peppers. ... What? I'm feeling lazy tonight Tomorrow I'll probably make some spaghetti or something though

Ah, this made me laugh, mainly because it had the word "news" in it Still, Bronies are getting some air time! Woot Woot! Brohoof bronies! Ah yes, gobal ponification. That day can't come soon enough VIVA EQUESTRIA! VIVA LE PONIFICATION!

Klondike's gaze slowly lifted as the ponies in front of him began to clear his misunderstandings; a slight sigh escaping his lips after he cringed a little bit upon detecting some irritation in the now rightfully identified Tempest Rime. He also wished he could have heard what Aqua Drop whispered to Tempest Rime, concluding that perhaps it had something to do with him and perhaps not all that pleasant. Still, he hoped he was wrong as he stared at Aqua Drop and the other pony, concluding that out of the trio of ponies in front of him, these two were the more 'understanding' out of the group. 'Sorry…' He looked at the ponies in front of him. 'I meant no ill by it. I just get too easily engrossed when I start fixing things and next thing I know I'm miles behind on a conversation.' He scratched the ground with his hoof as he did his best to keep his eyes on the ponies in front of him hoping to convey a sense of understanding. 'And thank you, umm, Miss Tempest and Miss Aqua Drop for letting me know it's umm, 'Hippocamp,' I'll make a mental note of it.' Unable to control his curiosity though, his eyes slowly migrated to Aqua Drop's tail and cart as he tried to continue the conversation in hopes of putting the incident behind them. 'You have a very lovely tail, I've always wondered what a Hippocamp's tail looked like. It must not be easy having to go around with a cart like that.' Suddenly, his ears perked up as he looked at the ponies in front of him with a shocked expression on his face. 'I'm sorry, where are my manners, let me re-introduce myself properly seeing as some of you already seem to know my name.' He looked at Rose with a smile on his face as he said this. 'My name is Klondike and I'm a repair pony from Ponyville. Well, don't have a shop yet but I will some day.' Klondike immediately sat back on his haunches and extended his hooves in front of him in a gesture to shake both ponies' hoofs. 'Where are you ponies from?... Or did I already ask that? And I don't think I caught your name either… either?' He looked at the trio of ponies in front of him but focused on Rose as he said that last part.

Clay made his way towards Melody, still rubbing his face a bit as a red hoof print was slightly starting to become visible. However, seeing Melody laugh and hearing her compliment him on his sudden unplanned dance number, he could not help but keep his nervous smile on his face as he began to laugh a bit as well. 'Yes, I can see how that would be beneficial.' He continued to rub his face with his hoof. 'Would you believe me if I said I thought I WAS dancing with somepony I knew.' He winked at her and then looked over to the orchestra as he could hear the music continue to pick up more, this time with a more rapid beat. 'I'd love to try for a repeat performance, with you as my dance partner that is. Not sure how I did it though, so no guarantees it will be as um..." He rubbed his face again. "Spectacular?... Or perhaps you would prefer to take a small break and we could go off to the side and talk a bit more' He asked with a content smile as he offered his hoof to Melody to let her choose to keep dancing or walk off the dance floor.

Clay froze in place, only having barely heard a snarling sound and turning his head just in time to see a pair of sharp teeth snap inches from his face. Now as the dragon observed him, cocking his head, Clay's mind raced through scenarios where he might escape without being extra crispy. 'That was a dragon's tail…' His thoughts pointed out. 'Yes it is…' He managed to mumble to himself. 'Fly away! Can't, cart too heavy and he'll catch me. RUN! Still attached to cart… Then unhinge yourself, grab a pot, throw it in the opposite direction and RUN! That might be work…' Clay's hoof gently began to reach for the underside of his belly where the buckle of the strap was. As soon as he felt his hoof touch the metal of the buckle, with one quick flick he undid the buckle and began to back away towards the tarp covered cart. Still keeping his eye on the dragon, he flipped the tarp off the cart to unveil a varied assortment of ceramic wares. He began to rummage blindly through the pots feeling the lips and handles as he kept his eyes focused on the dragon. Finally finding one small one, he grabbed it and raised it over his head ready to throw it and run. 'Wait! Not that one! It's one of the better pots! Look for the other small one, the one with a fish on it!' Oh pony feathers, why did he look at the pot instead of just throwing it. He gingerly set it down on the ground and began to once again rummage blindly through the cart, his eyes not leaving the dragon again. Suddenly, his eyebrows rose as a question formed and found its way out his mouth. "Wait… Why haven't you eaten me yet? Not that I mind, mind you.'

Suddenly at the mention of food, and his stomach voicing its displeasure by reminding him he hadn't eaten anything since early morning, Klondike's ears perked up as he caught his second wind… Or was it the third? He honestly couldn't recall and didn't really dwell on it as he practically jumped to his hooves with a renewed smile on his face and trotted past Mr. Freewings. Upon reaching the door he went ahead and opened it for the kind Pegasus that had helped reached his destination as he took one quick peek inside and spotted the reception desk with its adjacent open arch that led to the tavern of the Inn. 'Mr. Freewings, you were so kind to help me get here that I feel the need to treat you to a drink and some supper. Plus…' Klondike took one quick look at the sky, and realized he had no idea what time it was, except that it was late in the night. 'I would imagine that like me, you probably missed supper so I will not take 'no' for an answer. Please sit yourself down at a table while I get myself checked in and leave my satchel in my room.'

I went fishing and all I got was this stupid hole in my leg Well, the chin of the leg to be exact. At the age of ten, I was atop a rock pier construction, saw fish jumping near the bottom so I figured I'd go where the fish are cause I had been trying for TWO HOURS and nothing. Stepped on a green rock, slipped forward and my leg got caught between two rather sharp and abrasive rocks. Good thing though because if my leg hadn't gotten caught like it did, I would had likely smashed head first into another rock. After I recovered my composure and pulled my leg out without looking at it for fear I'd pass out if I saw the bones sticking out, which I assumed they were given the horrid feeling, I managed to crawl up the side while calling for my brother to help. He however was asleep in the cars as was my dad. Once I reached the car, I woke my brother and my dad up begging to go to the hospital. That's when I decided to look at my leg feeling that now that I was in the car, I could pass out comfortably... When I looked, I was surprised to find no bones sticking out but instead a very deep white hole, no blood, just a white hole with some green stuff on the sides. I then had the brilliant idea to pour some water on it to wash it out. I think I used up all my bad vocabulary at that point which resulted in a rushed drive to see a doctor. I learned a few things from this experience which I will share with you all for future references shall you ever find yourself in such a scenario: 1. I hate fishing (That applies more to me I think, but benefit from it however you will) 2. As I found out after going to the doctor, the white thing I saw at the bottom of the hole was bone. If you ever scrap off skin, muscle, and tendon do NOT pour water on it. It causes immediate bleeding and pain. Oh yes, a lot of pain. 3. Green rocks are slippery, mainly because the green stuff is algae. Being from a desert area, this was new info to me at the time because the only green rocks you find are oxidized weathered rocks. Those are not slippery... Still, point is that you should avoid green rocks and never vacation with the intent of learning to fish. 4. Last but not least, if you have a hole in your leg, when you and your friends get drunk they will make a drinking game out of how long you can balance a golf ball in your leg hole. Knowledge is power my friends, use it well

(OOC - I wasn't sure myself if this thread was continuing or not. I had been thinking of posting, but since there are a few ponies in it, I didn't want to cut in front of any of them and be rude. Wasn't sure if some kind of posting order had been established. Also, since I realize many ponies are busier than I, I figured I'd patiently wait. Still, if this RP is continuing, I'm more than willing to help breath some life into it Especially now since we have like two weeks left of the Gala.)

Ah, the sound of the ocean and its beaches, nothing quite like it in the world with its busy tourist ponies going from shop to shop buying all sorts of souvenirs and making memories of their vacation in a beach that is better looked at than enjoyed up close thanks to its rocky geography. Those who are not here on vacation are here on business, taking advantage of the ports and docks that make up the Seasaddle Bay area, trying to get the best deals possible before the goods make it to market. Because of the tourist business, many a street performer can be seen on the docks entertaining the tourists, for a couple of bits, as they make their way through the shops. All in all, it is a profitable business hub for anypony with the right skills and knowhow. A hub which unfortunately Spades left about an hour ago or so. Upon arriving at the docks after a tedious trip from Canterlot, some of the regular street performers suggested he try the lighthouse saying that it was a hot tourist attraction because it was supposed to be haunted. Figuring it would be worth a shot he immediately set off and now found himself walking along the path that lead to the lighthouse as it overlooked the ocean next to it. He had already figured it had been a trick, but now that the light house was clearly visible in the distance, his determination had gotten the best of him and he decided he was going to put on a show… Even if his only audiences were ghosts. '*sigh* I doubt I'll make any bits off this venture.' The gray eyed pony commented to himself as he continued down the path that now led away from ocean and around some trees towards the light house. 'But, maybe I'm wrong and there will be somepony there to enjoy a good show… *sigh* Even if it is a ghost, they should still have a few bits to spare for entertainment.' He stopped for a minute as he pondered what he just said, but immediately dismissed his curiosity with a quick shrug of his shoulders and looked up at the light house that now grew bigger and bigger as he got closer to it. Suddenly, he stopped walking as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. A figure at the top of something that looked like a balcony without railings, one second there and gone the next. His horn began to glow suddenly and the flap on his satchel lifted as an apple floated out of it and towards him mouth. '*crunch munch munch* Hmm, I may want to rethink my plan about the whole ghost thing, although…' He took another bit of his apple as it hovered in front of him and his eyes suddenly began to change to a yellow hue. 'This near the ocean, it might be a pirate pony ghost with some treasure!' His gait increased as he began to trot faster and faster, still floating the apple in front of him taking a bite every now and then. Upon reaching a clearing in the path, the light house and its adjacent buildings suddenly came into view, and so did something he did not expect. He stopped inches from the chest tall fence, finishing off his apple as his eyes slowly returned to their regular grey hue and sat on his haunches. 'Hmm, she doesn't look like a ghost. Although, I imagine ghost ponies look just like regular ponies…' 'Excuse me Miss! Are you a ghost?' He called out to the unknown pony.

A pony stood in front of a sign, his gray eyes examining the text as he read it out loud to himself in a somewhat tired voice, a half eaten apple floating next to him. 'Hmm, the Nimbusgait Inn…' Spades took a quick bite of his apple. '*crunch munch munch* I wonder if this is an inn. But most importantly, if this is an Inn, I wonder if they have spare rooms.' He chuckled a bit at his own silly joke as he raised one hoof and gingerly touched the sign, the smell of fresh paint reaching his nostrils a bit too late. 'Oh pony feathers. At least I didn't smudge it and, well, at least my hoof is white so it blends in. Plus, if this is fresh paint, then I can assume this Inn just opened and probably still has at least one room open… Ah yes, and the vacancy sign I missed confirms that.' His eyes suddenly migrated to the vacancy sign that hung below the freshly painted sign. As Spades continued analyzing the sign he stood in front of, his ears perked as he heard some noises coming from the Inn itself. Turning his head, he saw some crimson colored pony holding open the door to the Inn. Floating the last bit of his apple into his mouth, he began to trot towards the porch of the Inn. Upon reaching the steps of the porch, he stopped suddenly as his horn glowed and his satchel's flap opened as a small white rectangular item with a Spade in the middle floated out and hovered only inches in front of him. Card ready, he continued up the stairs and stopped in front of the open door. 'Afternoon, my name is White Spade…' He floated the card towards the crimson colored Pegasus holding the door open as he introduced himself in a rather dull voice. 'Are you the proprietor of this Inn?'

Well, I hadn't watched Toy Story 3 yet, but now I guess I have. Hm, guess I should have just stopped reading it, lol Still might watch it. While on the topic of CG movies. What about Shrek? Anyone else like it?

'Horrible!... Horrible idea Clay! Hardly anypony lives out here!' An argument could suddenly be heard in the distance, making its way up a path leading towards the rundown uninhabited looking town. Whoever was arguing though sounded rather tired and somewhat annoyed. As the path curved around a rock, a pony pulling a cart suddenly came into view, but no pony else was yet visible. 'Why did I decide to come here first?' Clay asked himself perhaps for the tenth time since he had entered the Roughrider Ridge area, his face showing a slight look of disbelief as he looked up at the sky perhaps expecting an answer, but finding none. A few more seconds passed before he came to a stop and hung his head as he voiced the response to his own question, the same one he had given himself for perhaps the tenth time as well. 'Because you wanted to expand your business clientele beyond Ponyville and Fillydelphia, that's why… *sigh*' He looked forward towards the town up ahead. 'But it's not like anypony out here is going to want to buy anything. I mean, look at that place. Its looks like a ghost town and I doubt ghosts have any interests in buying a pony's wares. Hmm, or maybe they would...' Clay stopped talking for a minute and then looked back up to the sky again, a somewhat more calm expression on his face than before as he let out another sigh and then looked behind him at the cart he was pulling. A green tarp covered the cart, keeping its contents hidden from the harsh weather he had encountered while travelling. 'No, somepony is bound to appreciate some of these. Besides, I heard mostly griffons and diamond dogs live out here. I'm sure at least one or two of them will have an eye for quality.' Suddenly, with a more determined look on his face, the self-arguing pony began to pull his cart again as he looked up and down the ridge walls that enclosed the gulch. 'Why anypony would live out here though confuses me, nothing but rocks...' He looked forward. 'More rocks and a few dried out trees…' He looked to the left. 'A shiny blue silvery rock shaped like a tail…' He looked to the right. 'And…' He lowered his head close to the ground as he kept walking, stuck his tongue out and gave the ground a quick lick. '*ptoooey* soil so deprived of silicate it wouldn't make anything close to a decent clay deposit. If it weren't for that odd rock formation, I'd say this place was too dull.' Clay walked three more steps before what he had just told himself finally hit its mark. Suddenly stopping, he turned his head to look back at the large shiny blue object he had just passed. He did a few back and forward movements with his cart to turn it around and walked towards the strange object. 'What the hay is this?' He gave it a slight poke with his hoof.

Blasphemers! The whole lot of you! Star Wars was awesome! The only horrible Star Wars movies are the last three that came out and the remastered versions. Curse you George Lucas and your need to ruin your own work... YOU KEEP AWAY FROM INDIANA JONES! He suffered enough with Crystal Skull But no, everyone is entitled to their own opinions so you lot aren't blasphemers, I'm only kidding. *cough*blasphemers*cough cough* I think I still have my Balto VHS somewhere around here... Might watch it again for the hay of it.

I have a character in the Saddleveil Plains but makes frequent trips to Fillydelphia. Though, he's kind of swamped at the moment with the Gala. Actually, now that I think about it, he's in 2 of the 3 RPs in Fillydelphia. Maybe that's why there haven't been posts lately, nopony is there Still, I do have another character that is a traveling magician/gambler, was thinking of starting him off in Seasaddle Bay or Appleloosa. Sorry, don't have a plethora of characters of my own to choose from but I'm more than willing to RP in some of the other areas

I heard X-Men was actually really good, made up for the awful mess the third one made. Although I'd suggest Thor seeing as I haven't seen X-Men... Its on my "To Watch" list. I loved Thor though and was pleasantly surprised. I do kind of have to agree with the whole "forced" romance comments but I thought the mythology didn't need to be explained to make the movie enjoyable. I assume if you liked the Thor comics and even shelled out the 10 bucks to go watch it, you probably have some knowledge, if at least basic knowledge of Norse Mythology... But then again, in this day an age... I digress though, loved the movie.

Dragonheart was awesome, another of the few movies I cried to... Curse you Sean Connery! On the topic of Sean Connery, Indiana Jones The Last Crusade is by far my absolute favorite Indiana Jones movie. Quickly followed by Temple of Doom as well; Ghostbusters I & II, Back to the Future all three of them, Doc Hollywood, Beethoven I & II... The list could go on and on. Loved movies in general as a kid, but I think I already stated that as far as comedy goes, Mel Brook films hold a strong place in my heart

Not sure if this is interesting enough, but its brought more than it fair shares of "WOW" when I tell it to my friends. [Warning - Slightly graphic so skip if you are squeamish...] Back in my sophomore year of university, I shared my apartment with my brother and a friend and his two brothers. They were not the best of roommates, so I won't go into too many details. One night, they decided to get drunk wasted. I had a test the next day and locked myself in my room with my headphones on as I piled through 1 of the 4 chapters I had to read to prepare for the exam. About 2-3 hours later after I started, sometime around 11pm give or take, I decided I needed to use the restroom so I leave my room and walked across the hall to said restroom. I open the door, the lights were off so I turned them on... The whole room, the walls, the roof, the tub, the mirror, the sink, everything had blood splattered all over it similar to that of a crime scene! Needless to say I freak the hell out and rush downstairs, having grabbed a metal bat along the way, thinking I was going to find an assailant and the butchered bodies of my roommates on the floor of the living room. Instead however, I found my brother and my friend drinking and rather drunk. I asked what the hell happened, a mix of anger and well more anger in my voice, and they explained to me that in their drunken revelry, they decided to take a thick piece of wood and beat a BOB figure punching bag with it (If you don't know what that is, look it up, they were very popular in the 90's me thinks). Apparently though, their coordination was rather impaired by the festivities of the evening and my friend's girlfriend swung and missed the BOB and instead busted one of his brother's nose, along with part of his forehead, with the thick piece of wood. In their drunken panic, they rushed him upstairs to the bathroom before deciding the hospital would be a better option. I don't know how I did not hear the whole event, but I can only assume it had something to do with my Flogging Molly CD and my interest in rock collection thus the engrossment in my geology textbook... Take whatever moral you want from this story

Clay watched in amazed shock as Melody danced with her eyes closed, feeling a bit ashamed that she had noticed his attention was on his hooves and not in the dance itself. 'She's right you know.' The voice in his head told him as he began to smile while watching Melody dance. 'You need to relax a bit and enjoy the dance. Look at her, she's dancing beautifully and her eyes are closed. She's dancing gracefully, she's enjoying herself, she… she just fell…' Clay looked at the blushing mare looking up at him and with a bit of shock and concern on his face he immediately offered his hoof to her to help her up. 'Miss Melody, gracefully done, but are you okay?' A slight mild giggle was clearly audible in his voice which he quickly tried to hide by clearing his throat. As he stood there with Melody's hoof in his, the music suddenly became more upbeat, something along the lines of a spring time fanfare. He bowed to Melody and released her hoof as he began to dance again, this time a brighter smile adorning his face. 'Come on Clay, enjoy the dance and let the music move your hooves for you.' He told himself as he began to feel the music reach his ears and creep into his hooves. He closed his eyes, and began to allow the music to guide his steps. It was working, he was dancing a little less rigidly, his moves were smoother and kept contrast to the music and as he kept at it, his smile became broader and broader. Suddenly, eyes still closed, he approached Miss Melody and put his hoof underneath her right arm around her waist and took her left hoof in his right. Dancing like this had been spontaneous and he quickly unfurled his wings to help his balance as he kept his eyes closed and began to lead his partner in a series of left and right twirls across the dance floor. He was enjoying himself; the music had completely taken control of his hooves. With each upbeat note the orchestra played, he added a small skip in his step as he kept guiding Miss Melody in a series of left and right twirls, pulling her in closer, the whole time his eyes closed. As the music sped up a bit, so did he, his skips becoming slight small jumps as he lifted her along with him. Suddenly, as the music reached a high note, so did he as he pulled Melody even closer to him and with a powerful thrust of his wings lifted himself and her into the air in a spinning twirl, a clear foot above the head of every other pony in the room. Following through with the momentum from the jump, as soon as he landed he used that moment to shoot out Melody and immediately pulled her back in towards him like a yo-yo and led her into a tip, carefully not to let her hit the ground with a firm hoof holding her back. Still holding her in that position, the smile on his face could not be wide enough to show just how much he had enjoyed it as he opened his eyes to look at Melody. 'That's not Melody…' The voice in his head was quick to point out. 'That's not Melody at all… Who is she?' The smile on his face froze as the rest of it became a bright red flush. 'You grabbed the wrong pony!' The voice in his head yelled as he quickly helped the unknown pony to her feet and looked across the crowd of faces awkwardly looking at him, quickly spotting Melody standing two or three ponies away from where he was. He immediately looked back at the pony he had mistaken for Melody while dancing with his eyes closed, but before he could say anything *slap* came the left hoof of the unknown mare causing his face to turn sharply to the left, lips slightly puckered from the force. The unknown mare quickly made her exit off the dance floor giving off a loud 'HMPH' as Clay just stood there, head turned puckered lip and all as he slowly snapped out it. 'Wait! Miss! Was that graceful?! I thought I did a good job!' Clay called out as he rubbed the right side of his face a bit and turned to smile sheepishly at Melody.

The sun had barely peeked over the mountains to the east, casting an array of bright colors across the town of Ponyville. As the morning light reached the second floor of a newly established shop, the occupant inside could do little but groan as he rolled over in his bed to try and avoid the direct sunlight on his eyes. This seemed to work at first, but as the birds' chirping became louder and louder as the sun slowly rose further into the sky, more groans could be heard from the pony that refused to leave his bed as he grabbed his pillow and put it over his head. Suddenly, as if remembering something vitally important, the bed sheet flew off and the pillow hit the floor as the still groggy pony shot out in a half-asleep stupor towards the bathroom and turned on the water in the sink. Klondike stood in front of the mirror, ear deep in the icy cold water that had filled up the sink. A few bubbles rose to the surface as he forced his face to remain in the water just a little bit longer, his right ear twitching as the sounds of a barely waking town reached in through the window he had left open the night before. As a few more seconds passed, finally with a hardy gasp, he flung his head out and looked at the soaked face in the mirror. 'You woke up late! You were supposed to finish unpacking everything earlier than this. They'll think you're lazy!' He told his reflection in the mirror as he reached for his toothbrush and began to pour the contents of a small white tube onto the bristles. After a few minutes, a flush was heard and the door flung open as a brighter eyed pony than before stepped out with a grin on his face. Shooting a quick glance at the mirror once more before heading to the kitchen, Klondike let out a shallow 'meh' as he decided his still slightly messy bed hair was okay for the day and quickly trotted his way through a few boxes on the floor as he made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee and a quick breakfast. The living space of the two story building was adequate for a single resident. It had a bedroom, a restroom, a small kitchen area, and a small living room/breakfast nook adjacent to the stairs that led to the bottom floor. Admittedly though, the few boxes that remained on the floor, some labeled 'kitchen,' a couple labeled 'Room' and a few labeled 'Random,' did little to help give the living space an open feeling or the impression of being bigger than it was. Still, Klondike could not concern himself with this as he quickly finished eating and took his cup of coffee in his mouth and headed downstairs. Compared to the top floor, the bottom floor had only two boxes laying about, each labeled 'Books and Ref.' Each was neatly placed next to a half filled bookcase against the back wall of the shop. Although he had managed to acquire the place no more than two months ago, he had moved in no less than 3 days ago. In all honesty, he had been lucky to get the place at all. He had attended the Grand Galloping Gala a few months back and, while at the Gala, he had met a hoof-full of interesting ponies. One in particular that resided in the Saddleveil Plains, after finding out he repairs things for a living, asked him to help him with some kilns that he used for his pottery. Klondike happily agreed and set out towards the Saddleveil Plains within the month. After two days of fixing the kilns, he and the other pony talked about a variety of things. However, much to his surprise, when the other pony found out about his wish to open his own shop, he quickly offered to be his investor and provided a more than suitable amount of bits for the venture. Klondike, not being one to turn down such a generous offer, was more than happy to agree and immediately began to look for a suitable local back in Ponyville. And he found it. Klondike walked towards the counter in the middle of his shop and set down his coffee cup as he looked around the building, pride in his eyes. He had found the place at a bargain. When he first saw it the place was old, decrepit, and in all honesty appeared perfect for a haunting. The realtor had mentioned something about a bear attack from a while back, but Klondike hardly heard her as his mind became enthralled in ideas and ways of fixing up the place. In the span of two months he worked diligently to get the place up and ready to open. He replaced all the floorboards on both the bottom and top floor, including a new roof, and had even put in a new carpet in the top floor. Old plumbing had been taken out and new plumbing put in its place. All the weathered window frames and molds had been replaced, including the window panes that had with time grown dim and no longer allowed natural light in. He even knocked down a wall to make the bottom floor more open and put in a counter to separate the foyer from the workspace. And to touch it all up, a fresh coat of cream colored paint adorned the inside and outside walls. It had been a tough two months, waking up early and working till the late hours of the night, a constant stream of banging and sawing noises echoing through the small street occasionally interrupted by a loud yelp that was quickly followed by 'Pony feathers! My hoof! By Celestia my hoof!' However, for Klondike it had all been worth it and in the end. Since he had done all the repair job himself, he had managed to keep under budget and with what remained of the bits generously given by his investor in the Saddleveil Plains he had gone out and purchased a great deal of reference and 'do it yourself' books. Books which now, along with his own reference notes from previous jobs, still lay in their two boxes, taunting him for having slept in late on such an important day as this. Taking another sip of his coffee, Klondike's right ear twitched as the noises from the nearby marketplace began to grow livelier and livelier. Making his way to the gate on the right side of the counter, he grabbed in his mouth a folding sign and walked across the foyer towards the entrance of the shop. As he opened the door, making all four bells he had placed near the top of it jingle furiously, he was greeted by the hustle and bustle of ponies going and coming from the market. Looking left and right, a silly content grin forming across his face, he placed the sign he had been carrying directly under the silently hanging sign above his shop's door. After making sure the OPEN sign was properly standing, he looked up at the satchel shaped sign and his silly content grin was quickly replaced by a satisfied smile. 'The Jingling Satchel Repair Shop' Klondike read off the sign with a slight chuckle as he pushed the door open and went inside as the four bells once again furiously jingled and welcomed him in. 'Where we fix anything from loose buttons to carriages… For the right amount of bits that is.' [OOC - Hello everypony, Klondike has decided to open up a repair shop in town and all ponies are welcomed to bring in their items that need fixing. I realize its a long first post, but I believe I'm getting better at minimizing my text walls. You should see the first one. Any who, I promise that I may not write so much in later post (heh, see what I did there?). Anypony is welcomed to join ]

Howdy Bronies! I looked around and didn't find anything along these lines, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to see how far this goes. I know a couple of the Bronies here play video games, so I was wondering if anypony had XHox (attempt at clever disguise) Live. If so, we could add each others' gamer-tags and see what comes from it. Ookamirising is mine, so feel free to add me but just add a note that you're from the Canterlot forums.

Thank you for the compliment I have to say though, wall of text and all, I must be doing something right. I'm 3 for 3 as far as getting my character apps approved on the first go I have no idea where that's from, but I assume it has something to do with the two-headed dragon? No clue where he, err she... It? is from either.