Chonico

As Clay flew towards Fillydelphia, his heavy satchel tightly strapped onto his back causing him to constantly re-adjust his altitude, he could not help but be painfully aware of how early it was… again. He had run into a pony two days ago in Fillydelphia who was rather interested in his earthen wares, specifically his larger pots and asked if he could bring 5 of his best pieces to sell to her. He was more than happy to agree but was surprised when she set-up such an early time to meet. Well, early by his standards anyway, something he constantly reminded himself of. He was, by this point, completely sure that most ponies woke up before the crack of dawn. Something he lost the desire to do some time around entering colt-hood… As he tried to stifle a yawn, his stomach suddenly reminded him of something he constantly forgot to do. *grumble* 'Yes, I know, I know!' He addressed his stomach with a somewhat miserable look on his face. The extra effort of flying with a heavier than usual load only made him regret forgetting to eat breakfast even more. 'Maybe I should make a sign and put it on the inside of my door… Breakfast! Eat! Now!' A slight tone of irritation crept into his voice as he suggested this idea to himself, realizing just in time that he was about to hit the top of a tree and pulled up to avoid it. Luckily for Clay, Fillydelphia was now visible in the distant. If he kept his speed, he'd be there earlier than he had planned or hoped for. 'I'm gonna get there early!? Oh, YES! I can get something to eat before I meet my client!' Clay's miserable expression suddenly gave way to glee as he forgot his argument with his stomach and began to imagine what goodies he would find in town. He could hardly contain himself as he increased his speed, his wings beating as fast as a humming bird. When he put his mind (stomach) to something, his wings always made sure he got there as fast as lightning. As he entered the town of Fillydelphia, he began to scan the ground below, looking for a place to grab some grub. 'Hmm… Don't believe I've tried that place before.' He said to himself as he hovered over a pastry shop *grumble* 'Well, I guess that settles it!' Clay began to slowly descend and promptly landed in front of the pastry store. 'Sugar Blooms' read the sign outside the pastry store as Clay eyed the store-front and finally spotted what he was searching for. 'Look stomach! It's open!' The smile on his face only grew wider as he made peace with his stomach and made his way to the door. Just as he was about to place a hoof on the door, he stopped as he remembered something. Letting out a somewhat resentful grunt, he shook his tail and stomped his feet. No matter what his plans were, he always found his way into the clay he kept at his workshop. One of these days though, he would remember to wash up before heading out. But that day wasn't today and, content with making sure he wouldn't be leaving pieces of dry clay or a mess on the floor of the pastry store, he pushed the door open and went inside.

XD I have to admit some of you have better plans than me. You might want to rethink that. The outside is a dangerous place, think Everfree Forest kind of dangerous. My advice, search your room, there should be this square hole in the wall covered by things called "blinds," "drapes," or "curtains." Walk up to them, they don't bite... Well, at least mine didn't. Any who, ones you are in front, open them. There should be a partition in the middle, or a spinning rod thingy to one of the sides if they are blinds. Look through the open partition, that is the "outside". You will notice that the clouds move on their own, that's natural. Take it one step at a time and enjoy =D

I kind of agree with most bronies that have said the show may not change. I mean, as it has been pointed out over and over again, the show is the work of many, not just one. I personally am looking forward to season 2, whether speculations point to jumping sharks or more pony awesomeness like season 1, with a little extra Derpy thrown in the mix XD. Heck, I'm just waiting for my paycheck to buy season 1 on iTunes, and when the DVDs come out, I plan to buy those too. I'm a Brony, and as a brony I like to think that we will stick with our ponies through thick and thin.

Klondike took the oil can from the old satin black pony and began to apply a little bit of oil to the sign's hinges, repeatedly putting one squirt, stopping, and swaying the sign with the hoof he wasn't using to prop himself against the shop's wall, trying to gauge just how much oil was enough. He had a visitor now, of that he made a mental note as he tried to not loose himself on his project, an effort he repeated more often than he would like to admit. 'So his name is Mr. Freddie Freewings…' Klondike repeated what he just heard to himself in his mind as he tried to pay attention and remember. 'Perhaps a few more squirts on this one…and this shop is owned by a Mister… Clownbike? And he sells crickets? Interesting, I wonder what for?' Well, Klondike tried to pay attention anyways, not being the most apt for multi-tasking that didn't involve tools or taking things apart. As he finished his maintenance on the last hinge, satisfied with the sound and feel of the sign swaying, he managed to hear most of Mr. Freewings' questions asking him who he was and why was he in Ponyville. As Klondike lowered himself onto a sitting position atop the crate, he laid the oil can next to his satchel and put a smile on his face as he addressed Mr. Freewings. 'I'm from Hoofington and I came here to open up my own shop…' Klondike's face grew a little worrisome as he stared in the direction he assumed the center of town was located. 'Well, at least I hope to be able to.' He said almost mumbling a bit and then paused and looked up at the night sky. Shaking his head a bit, trying to shoo away the idea that he would have to sleep outside, and deciding he would find an inn before long, he looked at the pony sitting in front of him and began to answer what questions he remembered. 'I fix things, day and night so I guess you could call me Mr. Fixer.' Klondike said as he rested a hoof atop his satchel causing it to jingle a bit. 'I have a tool for every job. That oil I used is actually my own special blend. It should reduce the rusting on that sign considerably; ensuring Mr. Clownbike can keep on selling his crickets at his store without worry of the hinges breaking and the sign falling on somepony.' He said as he looked up at the sign, right ear twitching trying pick-up the sound of the now silently swaying sign. A small smile formed on his face as he made plans to come back in the morning and inform the mistakenly named 'Mr. Clownbike' that he had silenced his sign. Although not urgent, a hinged still needed to be replaced, put he would bring that up as a side note and hopefully get the go-ahead from his first prospect-able customer. 'Besides, since this was a simple maintenance, it's on the house.' He said as he pointed at himself with his hoof. 'Anything more elaborate I would charge for; can't start a business by giving freebies all the time.'He continued as he scratched his check a bit and let out a small grin, trying to secretly hide the fact he forgot what else Mr. Freewings asked him. (OCC - Thanks, I actually spent a few minutes holding my finger in my mouth trying to figure out what vowels and consonants get slurred by that action XP It was either Clownbike or Klonghike. Also, I think I left it open enough for the plot to keep moving forward... Or was it the other way around?)

Howdy ya'll! This was inspired by a post in the Favorite Pictures Thread, a very nifty re-write of the Winter Wrap-up song. Kind of got me thinking though. Now that the season came to an end, what's a brony to do? Feel free to post what you think is the best way to keep your love of ponies burning while we wait for season 2. Re-watching the episodes is a valid answer, but there has to be more. So, come on everypony! Lets hear what you got! I'll get the ball rolling =D Aside from getting my hoofs wet in the RP section of the forum, I have started combining my favorite hobby with my love of ponies. When I'm done, I'll post something in the Creative section. Well, at least I think it goes there, we'll see. Also, I may try my hoof at a fanfic or two if time allows seeing how I'm finding out I'm rather apt for story telling =P (I apologize to every Help Staff that has read my Character Summaries) So, what are ya'll doing?

As Clay flew towards Fillydelphia, his satchel gently but tightly strapped onto his back, he could not help but be painfully aware of how early it was. Well, early by his standards anyway, he was sure most ponies woke up before the crack of dawn, not him though. The only things he liked about the mornings, was breakfast, and he had forgotten to get any before leaving his home. "Maybe I wouldn't have forgotten breakfast if I hadn't decided to wake up and start prepping clay for when I came back from this trip…' Clay thought to himself as he flew into the outskirts of town stifling a yawn. Looking down from above, he could not help but wonder where to begin his search. The night before he noticed that the lock to his workshop storage was broken and the key refused to go into the keyhole. Since he kept most of his finished and unfinished wares in there, he did not want some curious animals wondering in and making a mess of things, something he learned was possible soon after he moved to the plains. He circled around and quickly landed in an unfamiliar part of town. Since he hadn't been in that part of town before, he figured that was the best place to start. 'Excuse me? Where might I find a locksmith?' Clay asked a pony as she walked by. 'Oh? Try that place, I think it just opened.' Clay turned his head and noticed a hanging wooden sign that read 'The Key and Paddock.' After thanking the pony for pointing him in the right direction, he made his way towards the storefront. Upon reaching the door, he stopped suddenly, as if he had remembered something, and lightly shook his tail and stomped his hoofs on the ground to get rid of any dry clay that was stuck to him to avoid making a mess inside. With a slight smile on his face, he opened the door and went inside. As he stood in the open door, his eyebrows raised slightly, as he still kept smiling, and ended up giving him a rather silly confused look. He stuck his head back out the door and looked up at the sign, then stuck it back into the store and looked around. Clothing, trinkets, and books adorned the store. 'They must sell more than keys and locks' Clay thought to himself as he kept looking around and walked into the store letting the door close behind him.

Hmm, maybe I should try my hoof at a fanfic. Thanks for the tips though, I'll keep them in mind for next time. Would do a lot to reduce my wall of text considerably.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Nimbus 'Claypot' ('Clay' for short) Gender: Male Age: Young Stallion Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: An extremely light blue gray color. Mane/Tail Color & Style: Mane and tail are orange. He likes to keep them both long so that he can feel the wind rustle through them while flying. His tail, like the rest of him, more often than not is covered in dry clay, but his mane is impeccably clean. Eye Color: Yellow Cutie Mark: A ceramic pot on a cloud. Physique: By average Pegasus standards, Clay is somewhat on the small side of the spectrum. Residence: Being a Pegasus, he lives in his cloud home located above the Saddleveil Plains which he set up after hearing rumors of pristine clay deposited existing somewhere in the area. His open air pottery studio/workshop is located directly underneath his home on the ground. Occupation: Against his parent's better wish, Clay is a potter by choice who crafts earthen wares for ponies to buy and admire. He is secretly an extremely skilled baker as well, although more often than not his baked goods have a certain earthy taste to them. Motivation: Being a Pegasus who grew up in Cloudsdale, pottery goods were never something he saw while growing up, seeing as such earthen things would have undoubtedly fallen through the clouds. He hopes to someday be able to create, what he refers to as, 'cloud'-wares that, unlike regular pottery, will not fall through the clouds. Likes: The smell of wet clay, baking, flying, rainy days, styling clouds into different shapes, receiving praise for his work. Dislikes:Waking up early, getting his mane dirty, plain flower pots. Character Summary: Clay has lived alone in the Saddleveil Plains for close to a year now but has yet to find the rumored pristine clay deposits that lured him out to the plains. Considering himself a rather skilled craftsman, Clay's philosophy is that the body is the greatest artistic tool available. Because of this, he will use anything from the tip of the his nose to the tip of his tail to texture and form his earthen wares, causing him to always be covered in dry clay. This, combined with his solitary living, has earned him the label 'the clay hermit' by some of the ponies that have seen him venture into nearby towns such as Ponyville and Fillydelphia once every month to buy supplies. Most ponies will admit however, that for a hermit, his mane is impeccably well kept, even by mare standards. Still, his hermit status could not be further from the truth. Clay has simply fallen in love with the open space and clear night skies that the plains offer over the hustle and bustle of town-life. He is in fact a rather friendly gab-gifted pony more than willing to invite other ponies to his workshop to show off his wares and have them try their hoof at making some. Needless to say, given his appearance, no pony has yet to take him up on his offer although most will agree that the earthen wares he gives out as presents when he meets somepony for the first time, although small and simple, are rather exquisite. Also, if anypony were to take him up on his offer of visiting his workshop, they would see that Clay has managed to make a hefty amount of wares, which he now intends to begin selling on a mass scale as he begins to visit the surrounding towns more frequently. He simply needs to find a satchel or cart suitable to gently carry more than a few pieces at a time. Yet, given his appearance and title not many ponies would guess, however surprising, that Clay 'the clay hermit' was in fact from a wealthy family in Cloudsdale. His family, known as the Claytons, ran a successful rain renting business that moved rain clouds all over Equestria for an adequate price, guaranteeing next day delivery no matter what. His mother and father started the business in their younger days and quickly built a reputation for being some of the fastest cloud movers around. Throughout Cloudsdale, they were known for their speed, and oddly enough, for their dirt phobia, something that they instilled into their children. They hoped for their two sons, Cumulus and Nimbus, to take over the business when they reached stallion-hood, but it seemed that only one was apt for this... It wasn't Nimbus. Nimbus as a young colt, just like his brother Cumulus, was an extremely gifted flier. When most colts his age were busy attending flight camp, he and his brother were already tagging along with their parents to learn the intricacies of delivering rain clouds and were often trusted to handle small nearby jobs. For his brother Cumulus, who had already earned his cutie mark, this was the next best thing to apple pie. For Nimbus however, who had yet to discover his own cutie mark, this was always a chance to 'goof-off' doing the thing he loved most. Nimbus, not being content with just moving clouds, would often wonder off, leaving his brother to do all the work, and would begin forming the nearby clouds into odd shapes, trying to imagine how the Earth Ponies below would react upon seeing them. He liked to think the Earth Ponies appreciated his work, admired it, and he constantly thanked them for their praises, even if none were ever truly exchanged. Whenever his brother overheard him thanking the non-present earth ponies, he could not help but be concerned that Nimbus might have a screw loose, a concern that has not subsided over the years. One day, while moving a rain cloud further than they ever had before, Nimbus and Cumulus decided to take a break and sat down to rest atop a rather large cloud. Quickly relishing in the opportunity, Nimbus began to shape the cloud while his brother still sat atop it and formed it to the spitting image of Cumulus sitting down on the cloud. Laughing at how silly it looked, his brother sitting atop his own cloud head, he could not help but look down at the earth to see if anypony else found it amusing. Much to his surprise, he had not realized that they had decided to take a rest over the town of Ponyville, and was even more surprised to see a few ponies looking up at his work. Unable to contain his glee at the thought of finally hearing praises in person, he quickly flew down and landed smack down in the center of the marketplace. As he folded his wings, he looked left and right expectantly, a huge smile forming on his face. 'I wonder who made that?' Nimbus' eyes darted in the direction of the voice. 'I did!' He screamed hardly able to contain his glee. The voice had come from a small filly which now looked quizzically at the young colt. 'You? Liar!' Said the filly with a somewhat snide tone to her voice as she gave the colt a quick once over with a judgmental eye. Nimbus' smile quickly disappeared and was replaced with a confused frustrated look. 'No, seriously, I did do it!' A small crowd had begun to gather. Nimbus was making a scene as he argued with the small filly that refused to believe he had made the cloud look the way it did. 'I did do it!' yelled Nimbus. 'Did not!' yelled back the filly. 'Did too!' Replied Nimbus growing more frustrated by the minute. They were at a stalemate, the kind only fillies and colts can reach, the childish stubborn kind. Suddenly, the face on the filly changed and letting out a light scoff looked at Nimbus dead in the eyes and challenged him. 'Oh yeah? I bet I can make it better than you.' Nimbus' eyes narrowed as he looked at the filly. 'Oh yeah? HOW?! You can't even fly!' The filly was now smiling, almost bordering on full blown glee. 'I don't have to. Come on, I'll show you.' Confused by the sudden change in the annoying, yet oddly now charming filly, Nimbus followed her, completely forgetting about his brother Cumulus who had now taken it upon himself to deliver the rain cloud alone. They arrived at a carriage that was set up as some sort of vendor stand. Atop it lay many small and big ceramic pieces as varied in color as they were in shape. Whatever Nimbus was thinking at that moment, it completely left his mind as he slowly walked up to carriage, mesmerized by the small little artifacts that it displayed. He had never seen such trinkets back home, what were they? The small filly noticing his amazed faced only smiled at Nimbus as she claimed them to have been done by her. All he could do was blink as he kept staring at the piece. 'How did you make them? They're beautiful!' let out Nimbus, hardly audible. Tapping his wing, the small filly kept smiling and began to tug at him to follow her. She led him around to the other side of the carriage where her father was. 'Who's your friend Porcelain?' Asked the somewhat mid-aged stallion, as he looked up from his current project and noticed his daughter tugging on a somewhat still mesmerized Nimbus. 'He says he made that up there! I think he's lying so I wanted to show him what a real artist does.' Replied the small filly with a giant smile adorning her face. The stallion looked up in the direction his daughter pointed. Contemplating the giant cloud sculpture of an unfamiliar colt, he quickly looked at Nimbus and asked if he indeed had made that. Nimbus, finally snapping out of his mesmerized state looked at the stallion, and, as a smile formed across his face at the thought of finally getting praised for his work, he practically screamed at the stallion 'YES, I made it! Isn't it awesome?!' Before the stallion could replay, his daughter cut in. 'YEAH? Well, it's not as beautiful as mine are!' She stated as she waved a hoof in the direction of the ceramic pieces that had captivated him earlier. The stallion simply raised an eyebrow and laughed as the two began to pick up their argument from before. With a smile on his face and in a somewhat defeated tone, he address both Nimbus and his daughter. 'You know better than to be showing off like that Porcelain.' Nimbus couldn't help but taunt the small filly further by sticking his tongue out at her. 'And you shouldn't be so eager to hear praises for your work.' Nimbus slightly blushed and pulled his tongue back in as the small filly took her turn at sticking her tongue out at him. The stallion simply laughed at the whole scene, which only made Nimbus feel a bit more ashamed for his behavior. As he turned his gaze towards the ceramic pieces again, he couldn't help but admit it, they were actually really good. Far beyond anything he had ever done with the clouds. 'Can you teach me how to make these?' Nimbus simply blurted out as he kept staring at the ceramic pieces. The stallion simply laughed and placed a hoof on his shoulder, causing Nimbus to feel a little bit ashamed for having asked so bluntly. 'Tell you what little friend, because my daughter likes you..." Porcelain quickly opened her mouth to protest but was cut-off. 'And because I think you have a lot of potential. I will teach you on the condition that every time you come here, you make one of your cloud sculptures for Ponyville to enjoy.' With a huge smile on his face, Nimbus could hardly contain himself as he agreed and shook hoofs with the ceramic crafting pony. He had his first lesson that same day, and after he was done, he flew back home covered in clay and was hardly recognized by his parents. Not being allowed back into the house until he washed up, he used a nearby rain cloud and was shocked to find that the huge smudge on his flank that he mistook for dried up clay that refused to wash off, was in fact his cutie mark. From that point on, every time his parents asked Cumulus and him to take care of a job, he would leave his brother to do the work and would fly as fast as he could to meet Porcelain and her father in Ponyville. Eventually his parents, although reluctantly, accepted that he was not destined to be in the family business and allowed him to follow his own path as he promised that one day, he would bring his art up to the clouds for all to enjoy. As time went on and he grew older, opting to be known as Nimbus 'Claypot' instead of 'Clayton', he began to follow Porcelain and her father as they moved to different towns across Equestria, always learning new things, and always leaving a trail of sculpted clouds along the way. (My attempt at a second character. Sorry again for the wall of text)

Dear Princess Celestia, Today I learned that if you cut down trees around Ponyville, you gonna get hurt real bad. Your Faithful Student -Chonico- Courtesy of Pony Dreams

'That should do it for this one.' Klondike thought to himself as he finished cleaning one of the sign's hinges, still standing on his hind legs atop the wooden crate. His ears twitched a little bit as the cool night breeze caused the hanging sign to swing a bit and let out a less notable *squeak* than before. 'Yup, you sound a whole of a lot better now.' He told the sign as he lowered himself onto a sitting position atop the crate, still looking up as his small nighttime project. As he sat there with a small glint of satisfaction on his face, his right ear began to twitch again as a different sound reached it. It was a new sound, but not one of something that needed fixing. It sounded purposeful, as if somepony was making it happen with a commandeering skill that only came with age. 'That's a pretty sweet tune' was all but a passing thought as Klondike kept gauging just how much the other hinge needed cleaning in comparison to its neighbor. Subconsciously though, he began to hum along with this new melody that, although his right ear was apt at picking up, him mind was too enthralled on his current project to barely register his action or the thought that just ran by. *squeak* Let out the sign as a slightly stronger breeze cause it to sway again. Klondike, with the brush still in his mouth, lifted himself once again onto his hind legs, and propping himself against the small shop's wall as he did before, began to clean the second hinge of the hanging sign, still subconsciously humming the tune he heard before. Time always seemed to fly for Klondike when he was tackling one of his projects, whether it be big or small. Sunlight one moment, dark and starry night the next, that was his rhythm. A rhythm that much to his dismay led to some embarrassing tardiness and misheard questions, just like the one the old satin night colored stallion had just thrown his way. Content with his cleaning of the second hinge, Klondike sat once again atop the wooden crate while looking up at his almost finished project. Deciding the cleaning part of the job was done, he turned around to put the brush down and pick up the oil can. To his surprise however, as he turned his head, he came eye to eye with a pony that was staring at him expectantly. 'Why is he staring at me? Is this his store?' So many questions raced through his mind as he sat there, back turned but head and eyes set on the old stallion. *squeak* His right ear twitched in the direction of the hanging sign causing Klondike's eyebrows to raise a bit. 'HI! Mames Clownbike. I will be wish shoe in a minud.' Klondike addressed the old stallion just before he set down the brush that was in his mouth on top the crate and turned his head towards the hanging sign. With right ear twitching, he proceeded to raise himself onto his hind legs again. And, while propping himself with one hoof against the shop's wall and lightly swaying the hanging sign with the other, addressed the old satin black stallion again, this time without a brush impeding his speech. 'Could you pass me that oil can, please?' (OOC - I'm trying to reduce my wall text a bit. Emphasis on "trying" =p )

Ka-Bab-BQ! Not sure if its nation wide or even anywhere else outside of my town, but OMG they serve awesome indian food. Or at least that's how its advertised. Can't really say how authentic it is but it is delicious! My favorite has to be lamb with a yogurt sauce XD

Dear Princess Celestia, Today I learned that sometimes, no matter how much effort you put into something, you will not always finish as strong as you had hoped for. There will always be obstacles and hurdles along that way that were placed by someone else, or even placed by yourself. However, the important thing is to realize that even though you will not be the best, you will have finished what you started by your own merit. And that that in itself, is rewarding enough. Your Faithful Student, -Chonico-

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Kiwis... with a little salt and lemon, on a salad. As a small kid I thought they were some kind of small animal because they are fuzzy... And my older cousin told me so, that jerk =_=

It had been an hour since the last bit of sunlight had faded from the sky which now adorned itself in a blanket of stars. Here and there the glow of lights from windows could be seen cascading onto the roads and their neighboring buildings, only enough to make them appear to have a welcoming glow about them. The marketplace stood there silently, having bid goodnight to its last customer for the day along with the setting sun, while the shops around it stood silently waiting, set and ready to go the next day when the sun found itself in the sky again. Some ponies still lingered outside, talking, perhaps exchanging stories of the day's adventures or just simple pony gossip that could not afford to wait till the next day less it become old news by then. It was a rather peaceful scene that was only slightly interrupted by the metallic jingles of somepony finally reaching his destination. Given the circumstances, Klondike had made good time getting into Ponyville. Albeit he was beyond late, but he had made good time none the less. Long since having subconsciously moved onto the side of the road for fear of getting hit by somepony pulling a cart, he could not help but smile to himself as he reached the first building that market what he had since early on decided was the outskirt of town. 'Wow, what a nice little town this is, even at night.' Klondike thought to himself as he continued walking past that first building, still holding his hammer in his mouth. 'Wonder what it looks like during the day.' He kept thinking, trying to picture Ponyville in the daytime as he looked left and right, up and down the street, trying to determine if he should keep going straight or turn somewhere. Ponyville was slight bigger than he had imagined on his way into town from Hoofington, but he was too busy taking in the scenes before him to be too surprised. As his gait slowed a bit, his eyebrows raised slightly, giving him a somewhat surprised look. 'Welm! I'n not kaking any nisks fish shime.' Klondike mumbled to himself as the hammer's handle between his teeth slurred his speech a bit. He stopped and looked around for a decent source of light, spotting what he assumed to be a small shop with its windows still lit that gave off enough light to compliment an adjacent lamp. As he made his way towards it, the closer he got to the light, the more and more his dark blue coat began to cast a more defined silhouette of the stallion, no longer blending him into the night. Reaching the center of the lamp's light, he lowered his haunch and sat down next to a wooden crate with a somewhat loud metallic jingle from his worn satchel. And, feeling somewhat relaxed as that feeling that only comes from finishing a long journey began to suddenly set in, he could not help but smile as he placed his hammer on top of the wooden crate. He undid the straps to his satchel and placed it on the crate next to his hammer with the flap dangling off the side and immediately stuck his head in to rummage for a small piece of paper. 'Map? Map? Where is that map?' Klondike asked himself as his eyes and head darted from side to side inside his satchel as it gave off its familiar chorus of jingles. Somepony at City Hall had been nice enough to draw him a map to help him find his way around town once he had arrived. The slightly flowery scented piece of paper had been neatly folded and labeled 'MAP" by whoever sent it along with the last letter addressed to him. Spotting the oddly colored piece of paper sticking out from inside the cover of his book, he made a quick jerk for it and brought it out of the satchel, book and all. He placed the somewhat worn book on top of the crate and quickly pulled the map out from its hiding place. *squeak* Klondike's right ear suddenly twitched, causing him to stop for a second to look around. 'What the hay was that?' He asked as he placed his map back into the book and a cold breeze ruffled his mane. *squeak* This time both his ears twitched trying to zero in on the noise. It was close… *squeak* More twitching from his ears as he recognized the noise but still focused on finding its source. *squeak* Klondike looked up and suddenly spotted the culprit. 'Well, aren't you a rather noise thing?' He addressed the hanging sign of the small shop with its windows still lit as bright as when he first saw it. 'Don't fret; all you need is some cleaning and a bit of oil' Klondike kept talking to the shop's hanging sign as he reached inside his satchel and pulled out a small thin brush and an oil can. There was a slight look of glee to his face as he looked up at the still squeaking sign, judging the distance. 'Hmm, somewhat high for a pony like myself.' Klondike placed the brush and oil can on the crate next to all his things and gently nudged the crate closer to the shop's wall. Content with the new distance and height of the crate, Klondike grabbed the small long brush in his mouth and climbed atop the crate, careful not to knock anything down. 'Still a bit far…' He thought to himself as he tried to reach the hinges of the hanging sign. Still standing on the wooden crate, Klondike leaned back onto his hind legs and lifted and propped himself against the small shop's wall and began to brush the rust, dirt, and old oil off from the hinges. As he brushed, he began to hum a bit, trying to keep a rhythm with the *swish* and *swash* of the brush. To any pony walking by on their way home, the dark blue stallion propped against the small shop's wall while standing on a wooden crate must have been quite a curious site to behold at such an hour, when hardly anypony else was working. (OOC - After further reading of some of the other RPs, I figured I should write him into Ponyville instead of outside of Ponyville. That seemed to be the norm as far as I could tell. So, please consider the first post as a sort of introduction for Klondike's character. Anypony feel free to post or send me PM about posting =D )

I frequent DA a lot and like to look at some of the Deviants (I guess, well known artist in certain groups) like Jolly Jack. I began noticing an over increase in pony pics and eventually my curiosity got the better of me. I found the first episode on youtube and didn't even watch it beyond the opening music. Left it at that and didn't find my way back to it till a week or so later when that curios itch refused to subside. I enjoyed the first episode, so watched the next one, and the next one, and the next one... Before I knew it I was re-watching the Winter Wrap-up episode just so that I could try to sing along... The rest, as they say, is history... A joyful one at that. Haven't looked back since ^ ^

I honestly could not stop laughing. Crazy Pinkie Pie partying by herself made my sides hurt so much I cried a bit . I can't wait to see what fan art this episode spawns. Also, this made me my day... I think I might have to pop my super Mario All-Stars into my Wii and play some Super Mario Bros. 2

As the sun began to set in the west, casting a beautiful cascade of oranges, reds, and purples across the sky, the town of Ponyville with its pony citizens was busy putting away all the intricacies of the day's activities. Ponies pulling carts with their unsold goods and ponies busy trotting and flying from one cart stand to another, perhaps in hopes of getting that last purchase in before everything was put away, could be seen coloring the open space of the marketplace. Shopkeepers and customers alike stood on the doorsteps of a couple of the businesses exchanging their thank you and goodbyes, each eager to go home or back inside to close up shop for the evening, as the colors of the sky reflected across the town windows slowly faded into the horizon. Here and there, fillies and colts, perhaps trying to get that last minute of playtime in before going home for supper, could be seen running across the street as a few of the still lingering ponies took a minute or two to look up at the slowly darkening sky. With all the hustle and bustle of a town relaxing after a day's hard work, it is perhaps no surprise that not many would have noticed the small dark blue figure in the distance, making its way into town from the east, as it slowly became bigger and bigger walking up the road. With every step the small dark figure took in the distance, a low metallic jingle could be heard across the open and ever so expanding night. Klondike had been walking for quite some time now, having long since grown accustomed to the multitude of metallic jingles that went off inside his worn satchel with each step. He liked to think of the metallic jingles as his own personal theme music, reacting to his every move and every step, whether it be a quick one or slow one. *TING* There goes the wrench again hitting the tip of the screwdriver… *DING* The clamp hitting the oil can… *TWING* Socket wrench hitting the small saw… Klondike thought to himself with a small smile on his face, enjoying the guessing game the contents in his satchel played with him. He couldn't help but wonder just how many games and concerts his satchel had played to his gait while on this trip. *JINGLE* HA! The bits to help me get through the first few months of rent… The expression on the stallion's face changed to a somewhat concerned looked. Slowing down his gait a bit, Klondike took his eyes off the road to look at the town up ahead. It still looked so far away and he should have been there well before dusk began to set in. After three months of back and forth correspondence with the local City Hall, he had finally managed to set up rent for a small studio near the marketplace. He was supposed to be there well within the afternoon hours to pick up the keys, but now… Maybe they decided I was a no show? Maybe they gave my studio to somepony else? Maybe they thought I wasn't good to my word? Klondike's face grew more worrisome as more scenarios played out through his mind, the worst being him having to sleep out in the cold… He hated the cold, and the cool gentle breeze that seemed to grow more fierce and chilly with the ever encroaching night only reminded him more of this. Picking up his gait again, *DING* he couldn't help but think that maybe if he hadn't been playing guessing games *TING* he would have paid more attention and not gotten lost *TWING* and ended up at The Great Nymbusgait Lakes instead. *TING DING* Maybe he wouldn't be so late. *TWING DING* Maybe he wouldn't be so tired from not being able to take a rest to try and make up time. Maybe… *RIP PING THUNK* Strap on hammer breaking and hammer hitting L-Keys on the way to scuffing my favorite book, again… Klondike said to himself in a somewhat defeated voice as he came out of his gallop onto a complete stop. Looking up at the sky, which now only held the ever so faint tint of a purple hew, Klondike let out a small sigh and in a somewhat over exaggerated deep voice said to himself, 'Don't rush trying to fix things son, or you'll end up taking more things apart than you can fix.' He couldn't help but smile a bit again as he lowered his haunch to sit in the middle of the road. After carefully undoing the straps to his worn satchel, he took it in his mouth and placed it between his legs, lifting up the flap so that he could look inside and locate the miscreant tool that insisted on attacking his favorite book. The lack of light wasn't helping, but he had an idea of where it might be, and as he stuck his head inside the satchel he quickly grasped it by the handle in his mouth, careful not to bite too hard into it, and brought it out and placed it on his hoof. Staring at the hammer in his hoof, he couldn't help but realize just how much his dark blue pelt was beginning to blend in the night. 'Maybe I shouldn't rush. I'm starting to blend too much and somepony pulling a cart is liable to not see me, and then, a misbehaving hammer will be the least of my worries' Klondike said to himself with a renewed smile on his face as he took the hammer and placed on the floor, just as the chilly night wind began to blow some of his icy blue mane onto his line of sight. 'Well, maybe they'll see my hair and stop… Well, a pony can hope.' And with that, Klondike grasped the satchel once more in his mouth and began to work it onto his back again, making sure to tighten the straps once it was firmly fixed on his back. Once he was content with the satchel, he lowered his head to pick up the hammer from off the road, deciding to get into town first before fixing the strap for the hammer, and began to walk towards the now lightly moon lit Ponyville with its still lit windows doting the scene. *JINGLE* Yes, I know, I know. I'm only a few minutes out of town. I'll be there right quick and find an inn to spend the night and go to City Hall in the morning to hopefully beg for the studio you are so eager to pay for.' Klondike thought to himself as the bits in his satchel reminded him of their purpose. 'Who knows, maybe I'll find somepony to help me once I'm in town.' And with that thought in mind, Klondike continued down the road west towards Ponyville. (OOC - I am totally new to RPs. I have been wanting to take a go at it, so here I go... I read some of the other running RPs to get an idea of the flow and even asked around a bit. The number one suggestion I got was that I should just dive on in. So here's me diving in. Any advice, suggestions, critics, or donations (of knowledge) would be greatly appreciated.)

[ PONY ] [colour=#004080]Klondike[/colour] // Earth Pony // Male // Stallion // [colour=#8040BF]Profile[/colour] //Threads [colour=#000066]Looking for a place to set up shop [/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Catching a Breather [/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Jam And Cream; Some Assembly Required[/colour][colour=#000066] [/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Running Of The Leaves 2011![/colour] [colour=#000066]Section 1[/colour][colour=#000066],[/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Section 2[/colour][colour=#000066],[/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Section 3[/colour][colour=#000066],[/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Section 4[/colour][colour=#000066],[/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Section 5[/colour][colour=#000066],[/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Section 6[/colour][colour=#000066],[/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Final Section[/colour][colour=#000066].[/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE- 4TH PLACE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]Winter Wrap Up 2012 - Plant Team [/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE - Wrapped up on time!)[/colour] [colour=#000066]The Jingling Satchel Repair Shop [/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]That Feeling of Being Followed [/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#000066]100 Country Kisses [/colour][colour=#6600cc](DONE - And kissed XD)[/colour] [colour=#000066]The Apple Barn Contract[/colour] [ UNICORN ] [colour=#a9a9a9]White Spade [/colour] // Unicorn // Male // Stallion // [colour=#ff0099]Profile[/colour] //Threads [colour=#A9A9A9]A Looming Tower of Light[/colour][colour=#ff0099] (HIATUS)[/colour] [colour=#a9a9a9]Nimbusgait Inn[/colour][colour=#ff0099](HIATUS)[/colour] [ PEGASUS ] [colour=#cccc00]Nimbus Claypot [/colour] // Pegasus // Male // Young Stallion // [colour=#33cc00]Profile[/colour] //Threads [colour=#cccc00]The Key and Paddock [/colour][colour=#33cc00](PLAYER MIA/DONE)[/colour] [colour=#cccc00]Morning at Sugar Blooms [/colour][colour=#33cc00](PLAYER MIA/DONE)[/colour] [colour=#cccc00]A Stroll in the Royal Gardens [/colour][colour=#33cc00](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#cccc00]Dancing to a Different Tune [/colour][colour=#33cc00](DONE)[/colour] [colour=#cccc00]Home on the Range?[/colour] [colour=#33cc00](HIATUS)[/colour] [colour=#cccc00]Branching Out[/colour] [colour=#33cc00](ENDED)[/colour] ////////////////////////////// [ CROSSOVER ] ////////////////////////////// [FALLOUT EQUESTRIA] Steel Ranger's Emblem [colour=#ff6600]Butter Biscuit[/colour] // Earth Pony // Male // Stallion // [colour=#696969]Profile[/colour] //Threads [colour=#ff6600]Fallout Equestria: The Canterlot Chronicles[/colour] [colour=#ff6600]Fallout Equestria: Walking The Line[/colour] [colour=#daa520]Honeycomb[/colour] // Earth Pony - Canterlot Ghoul // Male // Age - Unknown // [colour=#ffd700]Profile[/colour] // Threads [colour=#daa520]Fallout Equestria: The Canterlot Chronicles[/colour] [colour=#daa520]Fallout Equestria: The Stable[/colour]

Dear Princess Celestia, Today I learned that while on a journey with your friends and family to find something, it is not so much whether you find what you are looking for or not, but the camaraderie you share with those around you that makes the journey memorable. Still, if you also find what you are looking for, well, that's just a whole scoop of ice-cream with your apple pie to enjoy. Your Faithful Student, Chonico

I got Celestia too Hmm, INTJ, which according to the description on that page means I'm a mastermind...BWAHAHAHA *attempt at evil laugh* I guess I should make plans to buy a white cat to pet. Does anypony have a bigger image of the pony chart? I can't read the smaller print and want to see what the other ponies are (Scratch that, wondered on over to Equestria Daily and found it =p )

Umm, I only see the options tab and the little boxes with "Disable BBCode" and such. Don't see an upload tab anywhere. Could it be something in my settings or is it maybe because I'm relatively new to the forums and that option hasn't opened up yet? Kind of like the posting outside of the Introduction section.

Thank you! I hope it wasn't too long of a read. I've been working on the image using the free templates provided in the "Getting Started" section of the forum. I have to admit, every time I try something on MS Paint, I can't help but admire the talents (and slightly envy) of those who know how to draw. Speaking of which, could somepony suggest a good free site for me to put the image so that I can link it to the character?

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Klondike ('K' for short) Gender: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pony Pelt Color: Somewhat dark blue Mane/Tail Color & Style: Mane and tail are a light icy blue color and are seldom well kept. Unless he has something official or important to take care of, how he wakes up is good enough. Eye Color: Green Cutie Mark: A wrench and hammer across a horse shoe. Physique: Somewhat of a strong built, he mainly has a big frame. His right ear has a little piece missing. Residence: Freshly moved into Ponyville from Hoofington. Occupation: He is a rather skilled and self-taught handyman (hoofy-man?) that will tackle any job, even if he has to learn while doing it. The Jingling Satchel Repair shop - Klondike's repair shop will be located in Ponyville near the general market place. The shop will have been funded by another character of mine, Nimbus Clayton, after Klondike helps him repair his kilns. At the shop, Klondike will fix anything from loose buttons to broken carriages for the adequate amount of bits. If he is faced with a job he does not know, his bookcase is filled with 'how to books' as well as reference notes from previous jobs he's done. The shop itself though will be of adequate size as far as repair shops go, fitted with a counter in the middle that separates the front foyer where customers will come in to drop off their items in need of repair, get an estimate of cost and time, and pick-up their ticket if they need to come back the next day to pick-up their item. There will be benches to sit on and magazines for customers to read if their repairs are simple enough for them to wait in the foyer and they are more than welcome to remain at the counter and observe Klondike do his repairs. The part behind the counter though will be the actual workspace, his 'L' shaped worktable being set right against the counter on the far left side of the shop with the adjacent wall covered in hanging tools. The only way to walk from the foyer to the work space is through a small 'gate' at the right end of the counter which is next to a door that leads outside to a small path that leads to the back part of the repair shop. The back part of the repair shop will be the outside workspace, were Klondike keeps the jobs that are too big to keep inside the shop, such as carriages. Motivation: His curiosity in how things work, taking them apart and fixing them if need be, has led him to want to open a general repair shop that will fix anything from torn buttons to carriages and beyond. For an adequate amount of bits that is. Likes: Tinkering, reading, whistling and music, apple pies, warm weather. Dislikes: Cold weather, being called a plumber. Character Summary:: Klondike is a very down to earth pony that may sometimes come off as quiet and uninterested in what somepony else have to say. This is mainly the result of him getting easily engrossed in his work. If music is playing while he's working, he pretty much becomes a lost cause, off in his own little world. His intentions aren't bad though, and he tries to not get lost in his work. He just feels that if there's a task at hoof, then it should be done right and quick. He actually enjoys listening to other ponies talk about themselves and can be quite friendly given the chance. He enjoys very simple things like sitting outside on warm sunny days and walking around town to stretch his legs. Although he won't admit it to anypony, he walks around town hoping to find somepony that needs something repaired or help of some sort in hopes of showing off his talents and establishing a customer base. Content with doing anything that keeps his hoofs busy, he has picked up a vast majority of hobbies and skills through doing a vast majority of odd jobs and repairs. He will try his hoof at anything if it means a chance to help somepony and learn something new while doing it. Although his aim is to establish a general repair shop business, he has been known to do free jobs for his friends, and pretty mares alike, if he feels a simple fix or repair will help them help themselves in the end. Yet, Klondike was not always so apt at fixing things, or for that matter, very helpful. As a young foal, Klondike was always curious about everything around him. If he could get his hoofs on it for a one on one was even better. Things that went 'click' or 'buzz,' and even things that just sat there motionless serving some yet unknown purpose and function always called out to him to investigate. Unfortunately, his curiosity as a young foal always ended up with dismantled things scattered across the floor, never to work again, and his parents desperately trying to hide tools or anything that could be used as a tool. One faithful day, while walking home from visiting his friends on the other side of town, the young colt came across a family, that looked rather miserable and worried as they stood next to a broken down cart on the road. Being the curious colt he was, he stopped by to take a quick look and was quickly caught off guard by the shiniest set of tools he'd ever seen. Having recently 'lost' his last stash of tools, he couldn't help but admire them and wonder just what for some of the unfamiliar tools were used for. As he stood there admiring the tools, he quickly noticed that the family by the cart was looking at him oddly. Feeling somewhat silly for being caught wide eyed like that, he sheepishly asked what was wrong. The filly in the family stood aside to show him the busted up wooden wheel on the cart that had forced them to stop. As he looked at the busted up wheel, much to his surprise, ideas began to bubble in his head and he immediately recalled an event two weeks prior when he dismantled the wheels on his father's cart to see how they were put together. With a twinkle in his eye, he rushed over to the wheel and began dismantling it and with pieces of wood he found nearby he put it back together creating the shoddiest wheel he ever did see and latched it onto the cart. Silence was all he heard as he stood there smiling at his own work. The family couldn't believe what he had just done, the father especially. The only words that came out of the old gray stallion's mouth were 'What did you... do?' And like that, Klondike was off to a gallop towards home as fast as he could. If his family gave him hell for what he did to the family cart, what would this family do to him!? He made it home in record time, hoping the old stallion hadn't followed him, and hid in his room. Two days passed and he had hardly left the house for fear of running into that family again. As he sat down for breakfast that morning, he couldn't help how silly he was starting to feel. If they hadn't come by then, maybe they weren't coming at all. He felt he could finally relax and enjoy a day of fun. As his shoulders began to relax, time seemed to suddenly freeze as he heard the doorbell and his father walking to the door. It was the old stallion from the other day. He had to work hard not to choke on the mouthful of hay he had just stuffed to celebrate his freedom and, between gags and coughs, all he heard was his father calling him over. As he walked, trying hard to swallow that last bit of celebratory hay that had turned into his last meal, he did not dare look at the old gray stallion's face, only his feet and his father's feet standing next to him. They were talking about him, that's all he knew as he approached the doorway hearing the thundering of his heart in his ears. They suddenly stopped; he could walk no further without putting himself at hoof's reach of the old gray stallion. And just like that, out of nowhere, he heard some loud metallic rattling and all he could do to stop from begging for mercy was close his eyes and drop to his knees swearing he'd never try and fix anything again. Laughter was all he heard next. The two stallions were laughing so hard, tears streamed down their checks. He opened his eye and all he saw before him was a small satchel with shinning metal tools sticking out. He looked up at the two stallions, confused and concerned as to what was going on. The old gray stallion began to explain that they had been on their way to sell their cartload of goods at a small town west of Hoofington when their rented cart hit a rock and lost its wheel. They were really in a pickle because if they didn't get to that small town and sell their goods that day, their buyer was going to look elsewhere. It was the only means of income they had and loosing that buyer would spell disaster for them. If he hadn't stopped by when he did and fixed the wheel, well, they didn't know what they would have done. Klondike just stood there listening and as soon as he realized he wasn't in trouble, he couldn't help but smile. The shoddy wheel, although it made for a horribly bumpy ride, had held the whole trip, back and forth. They had just dropped off the cart in town when they decided to ask around for a young colt that knew how to fix things. The old gray stallion admitted to being confused when all he heard was how there was this one young colt that kept destroying things rather than fixing things. But, as far as he was concerned, Klondike had done right by him. Klondike simply smiled and admitted that that stories were true. That wheel had been the first thing he had ever managed to put back together. He was proud of his work, of his shoddy wheel, and above all, he was glad he had helped the family get through such a pickle. It was at that point, with a big smile on his face, that Klondike decided silently to himself that he wanted to fix things and help people when he could. And, as he stood there smiling, the old gray stallion put a hoof on his shoulder and asked him to take the tools, the same tools he had admired two days ago, as a gift in hopes that they would help him achieve his dream. He looked at his father and after getting as somewhat hesitant nod from him, grabbed the satchel of tools in his mouth and thanked the old gray stallion, promising to take care of those tools for ever. The old gray stallion simply smiled and thanked Klondike again as he excused himself out the door and out to his family outside. That day, Klondike realized what he wanted to do, and as he went up the stairs to put his lovely satchel of new tools away, he didn't realize that he was brandishing something new on his haunch. The Jingling Satchel Repair Shop Floor Plans

When you catch yourself saying "everypony," "anypony" or "what the hay!?" at school or at work. Kind of like... this 2-3 days ago Co-worker: "Man, why is it so busy today" Me: "I dunno... Maybe some kind of sale in the mall. Everypony loves shopping." Co-worker: "Yeah, may... wait what?" Me: "... What?" Co-worker: "Did you just say everypony?" Me: "... No" Co-worker: "Dude, you've been saying some odd things lately, and then smile after you say them." Me: "...No I haven't" Co-worker: "Dude! I stand here and watch you do it regularly." Me: "... Oh look! That customer needs help *walks away*" I have to admit, I do kind of go brony fishing every now and then by dropping a line here and there. But when it happens subconsciously... I know I've had too much pony. But what the hay, I'm enjoying every minute of it XD