Twimsy

OH, LIKE WE HAVEN'T HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE, NEWSWORTHLESS. Here's a little pointer for you. Your jokes? They stink. You might want to throw them out and get some fresh ones, instead. *Cue synchronized pony and owl terrior cackling...hooting...barking? Amused noises. Yes.* ...But no seriously that is the best reaction face and I lol'd.

...What...was that...? Persnickety's ears folded back, brow furrowing in mild befuddlement. Had that been a whisper? But, from where...? Maybe the claustrophobia was getting to her, making her hear things. She gently gave a shake of her head and glanced back to Newsworthy, "Er...no, no. You're still making quite valid points. It's all just terribly dizzying, sometimes. I get like this when I have a million hazy ideas in my head..." She rubbed at the side of her head with her hoof, as if she could feel each and every one of them jumbling about in there. "They say that the pursuit of happiness is almost the best part of it all. I just feel like I'm galloping about in circles. When I got my cutie mark that long while ago, it was the night in which I'd played the lead role in my school's spring recital. I'd never been happier." She glanced up at the trio sitting at the table, her gaze quickly dipping back downward and the volume of her voice lowering to naught but a mumble. "...I don't think I've been as happy, since." What a downer she was starting to feel like. This was no place and no company in which to feel so heavy-hearted. "Perhaps I need to find a new direction to take...I don't know. Mmh...I feel so very silly for blathering on and on about this, though. I'm being a rather gloomy conversationalist. Again, I apologize."

I actually decided to get off of my lazy flank and wash my hair today! You horrible haybail of a-- *NOPE. Hypnotized discordia time. Cue the most snobbish, pompous and prideful pain in the patoot there ever was.* What to do? What to do? Let me be the first to say that you make a miserable comedian. I could joke circles around you, dear draconequus. Perhaps what you should do is get yourself some acting lessons. Hmph! Since when did this turn into RP oh gosh. I am afraid but equally enthralled.

...Get out. N'aw April Fools I'm just kiddin' you stay right here.

I'm glad SOMEONE likes this uncouth, discombobulated whimsy, because I CERTAINLY-- ...Oh. Yes, I'd enjoy some tea, thank you~ *Flips the teacup right side up and...ends up with tea in the face. Like a boss.*

Seriously, this is just pure insanity. No doubt some crazed lunatic of a popinjay is behind iiiiiOH HELLOOO, HOW ARE YOU, YOU WONDERFUL, GOLDEN APPLE OF AN INDIVIDUAL WHO IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO MESS WITH ME IN ANY FASHIONplease. *Le wince.*

Oh, hey, I heard they were selling cookies in he- *Stares at the chaos.* *Stares s'more.* *Ollies back out trololo~*

As far as truly being social went, if she were any more aloof, Persnickety could probably pass as a veritable alley cat - scrawny appearance and all. Speaking of felines, the little game of "cat-and-mouse" that she and the reporter were currently playing would no doubt be an arduous one. Aloof as a cat and evasive as a mouse. Phew. When N.W. made his small speech, though, she did listen. The mention of Discord earned him a roll of her eyes and a small, scoffed "tch." She removed her glasses for a moment, rubbing gently at her tired eyes. "Indeed, I believe I'd read the article. Miserable monster of a draconequus... I recall that it was quite eloquently written, indeed." Glasses replaced along her muzzle, she folded her arms upon the edge of the table. "To address the point, though, because you do have one...it is very had to believe that your best is the best you can do when it is met time and time again with rejection." Her expression had soured, and she must've noticed such, because it quickly softened amongst her pause in talking. "...Your attempt at consolation is appreciated, Sir Newsworthy, and I apologize if I sound so bitter over the whole thing. I suppose I just have a ways to go until I--" Her ramblings had been cut short by the thunk of yet another of the newer customers, landing on the floor. Wonderful. At least it had just been his own drowsiness and not whatever that gray stallion might have done. Now, that's no way to think. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Her attention turning back to the group at her own table, she caught sight of the white-pelted pegasus across the room, eyeing them over. Blinking, she managed another smile - forced though it was. Perhaps her snippy bout had drawn attention. Oh, Celestia. Too many ponies. Too much going on. Must...resist...urge...to find an excuse...to go back home...and hide amidst all the bad plays...and poorly-dabbled-in musicals...

Ah, yeah. D: It does tend to sound funky in some instances.

Thrice-accursed vocal ranges. xP Only advice I can offer there is to maybe adjust the octave to more accommodate your range?

Not receiving a response from the unsettling newcomer disturbed her, somewhat. Way to put your hoof in your mouth, Persnick'. Thank goodness Newsworthy piped up to try and prod some more life into the conversation. Even though the topic was a bit like prodding at a sore spot, for her. "Not-...not really, actually. Uhm...I haven't been in a play in quite some time, you see. More time than I'd like." Her nose crinkled, briefly. "I suppose my acting is still mediocre in comparison to my writings. Even though they're not truly the best, either. I have a lot of work ahead of me...!" She forced a chuckle, giving a small sidelong glance towards the mysterious stallion, who seemed to have situated himself comfortably near their table. Something about him still felt amiss...

Oof! Yeah, long days can wear you down. All I can offer is the typical advice - water, sleep and to try again at a later date. I like this second one though, too. :3 It's kinda creepy. You have a knack for the musical arts, good sir!

Aww. D: What seems to be the problem?

It almost sounds like one of the old G1's to me - a pony called Brilliant Blossoms, from the Merry Go Round collection at the time. That's the only one I could think of that was the closest to the description you gave, only her body's more of a gray-blue. I'll keep doing a bit of research if this isn't the one, see if I can't come up with anything more accurate.

Ooh, that should be fun! c: I'm excited to hear it, if you plan on posting it.

Phew! You're a trooper, then. xD I always have a hard time going straight through a song.

I like! :3 Overall I think it's quite a nice cover. I'd say your weakest parts were with the higher notes, but you did them pretty well at the ending. Did you do the vocals all in one go?

*Sits all zen in the corner like patient ninja.* UvU

The benefits of being enraptured within the depths of your creative little mind half the time is that you end up being completely oblivious to the world around you. Such was the case for the bespectacled mare. Syd had picked a lovely time for ticket shuffling - just as Persnickety had been double-checking and adjusting the scrolls and parchment within her saddlebag. She only looked up at Klutz's remark, grinning and waving a dismissive hoof. "It's not truly a matter of intelligence, per se, although sometimes it can help. There is a formula to it all, but it's really more of a matter of what you feel more than what you think." She paused, clearing her throat. "I would've liked to be an actor, really...but, some things do not work out. I digress, though. What about you, Miss Klutz? What do you do for a living?" She intended to listen attentively to whatever the other mare might say, but her gaze turned sidelong upon the approach of another pony. Well, she'd never seen him before. He certainly seemed the mysterious type...or rather, ominous. Persnickety straightened a bit. "...Another new face, then? Or...lack thereof," she said, pantomiming fixing the brim of an invisible hat over her head.

Persnickety adjusted her glasses, the glare to them fleeing. "Likewise, Miss Klutz." Somehow, she could actually sympathise with the nervousness. Perhaps it was just being introduced to so many people at once. She'd nary a lick of stagefright in her either, but that was acting. Perhaps the fact that she was such a shut-in left something to be said about the whole mess, as well. She almost blushed beneath the brown of her pelt when she realized she'd not introduced herself to the other two. Her manners were elusive today, it seemed. "Persnickety. Charmed, Mister Syd." She steepled her hooves along the table. "I believe I've heard of you from somewhere, yes. Perhaps concert posters. I admit I don't usually go to many concerts...my niche is more in the way of plays. I am a freelance playwright, you see." She grinned, "You must be talented in some aspects, though - you seem to be well-known by these two, at least." The faint lilt of foreign accents was pleasant to hear, and along with the amusing and entertaining bout of Newsworthy's fanboying, she seemed quite content to just listen to the conversation unless it was directed at her. It had been a very long time since she'd hung out with a group, but she had this down. She could totally do this. It was just like riding a scooter - you never really forget how to do it...hopefully.

She'd already been acquainted with one of the three - it was the other two that seemed to hold her particular attention, at least for the time being. They seemed nice enough. Just because other ponies were nice, however, didn't mean that they couldn't be positively dreary and kill whatever small shaving of inspiration was left tumbling about in her head. Now, what kind of mindset is that, Persnickety? Inspiration can come from the simplest of things. Goodness knows you need all of the help with your work that you can get... The purple and black haired mare seemed the bubbly sort - if a tad clumsy. Reminiscent of the colorful court jesters of old that had been recreated in many a play. The dark-pelted stallion with the cider-dampened trenchcoat and guitar case seemed a bit like...a traveling bard? A wandering minstrel? He didn't look familiar, but between he and the mare with the sunny disposition, there may have been a bit of promise as far as conversation could go. And then, snapped from her mind's inner workings. "Mm? Oh - there's no need, really and truly. I'm just sorry that you spent bits on cider that shan't be enjoyed." She smiled a half-amused smile. "At least it was a valiant attempt." ((Okay. xD I'm gonna wait to post again until everyone else has. Maybe try to get a sort of rotation goin' so that it's fair for everyone? If that'd be cool with you guys, of course.))

"Sprained your wing?" She winced a tad. "Well, regardless of you being tougher than your appearance may let on, if it acts up, do say so. I believe there's a doctor not far from here." She took the moment to briefly stretch and refold her own wings with a feathered rustle. The invitation to sit with the others, however, gave her a bit of pause. Really and truly, her company was welcome? Intriguing. She took a small detour back to her original sitting spot at the bar, rolling up her parchment and tucking it into her saddle bag beside the stool. She then carried that over to join the others, remaining quiet for the time being as she looked the trio of comedians ponies over. The lighting of the cafe caught her glasses just so, glaring them over with a sheer reflection. It probably did nothing to prevent the idea that behind those spectacles lay a shrewd and silently judging gaze.