Twimsy

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Persnickety was no idiot - she knew all too well that Vainglorious was a creature of narcissism and shallow pleasures. Perhaps the reason she was remaining so polite was a morbid curiosity of just how deep-seeded all of that went. For the most part, she seemed to actually be trying to be helpful in her own way, but when she started talking about the play... "I've always been an avid believer in one learning to act best from experience - not that classes do not help, but I do not think that they dig up the full potential that some aspiring actors have." She paused for a moment. "...That being said, I am inclined to politely disagree with some of your views - I know that, erm...that they are just university students, and that they do have a lot to learn. It was shabbier than it could have been. But, I don't think it was so terribly miserable. Some of the roles were stronger played than the others, but it's nothing a little work and constructive criticism couldn't help. Some are just naturals. Others have to work to become better." The mare smiled, adjusting her glasses, "What matters is that they are following their dreams and carving their own paths. A career in the arts is hard enough as it is, and they at least have to be given credit for trying. Not everyone is brave enough to get up on a stage and play the part of someone else's life for a couple of hours." The smile grew meek, though it was likely more spiteful than genuine, "That's just my humble opinion, however. I'm no director, nor am I an esteemed critic."

The mare shook her head at Clef, "Don't worry about it. I have a penpal in Phillydelphia who actually runs a vintage shop. She fawns to me about old clothes and antiques all the time - I've gotten sort of fond of them, vicariously." She couldn't help but snicker, "No, I'm afraid it's just a scarf. My name's Persnickety, I'm a playwright." As far as the conversation with Vainglorious went, it was...awkward. She'd seemed so terribly bitter just a moment ago, but now she was smiling and prattling on to the pegasus, a small bit of color rushing to her nose and cheeks, "Aheh...y-yes, I have thought about getting my eyes fixed - the glasses are actually a terrible bother, sometimes." And contacts weren't usually in such easy supply. "Oh, goodness, Hours'e Florent? I've heard that's an exquisite school for younger actors. You must be very proud of her," she said with a smile, though the expression wavered as she looked over at Newsworthy. Well, that was rude of her. If Vainglorious was to talk to anyone, she should've been talking to him. "I'm afraid I didn't go anywhere nearly as renowned. Just Cloudsdale public school. My parent's didn't have too much money - oh, but my father did let me go to some summer acting classes." Because that really sounded professional. Persnickety adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat, giving pause for a moment. "Say, erm...speaking of acting, what did you think of tonight's performance? I'd love to hear your opinion on it." Somehow she was beginning to think that an apple hurled full-force at her cranium would probably be more pleasant, but she would most definitely try to help Newsworthy get his story, wether or not Miss Vainglorious cooperated with him directly.

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It was certainly a good thing that Newsworthy handled the situation gracefully, because Persnickety had been mulling over wether or not to go over and verbally chew out the lot who had made the oddly dressed stallion a laughing stock. No matter - it was better that they wrangle the poor fellow in with their little rag-tag clique. Persnickety knew it was an afterparty, and she knew that important people would be there, but she hadn't expected it to be so...upper-crust. "When you sleep on a box spring and eat a steady diet of hay ramen nearly every day, you don't get the luxury of being pompous," she replied to Clef with a grin, taking a sip of her own drink. "I was invited to come along by Sir Newsworthy, he is a reporter you see," she gestured to the blue pegasus, "and we've coincidentally met another acquaintence of ours here, Sir Pocket Change." Likewise, she gestured to the white unicorn. "And for the record, I like your outfit. Very vintage. All these dreary stuck-ups with their sparkles and thousand-bit ensembles..." Persnickety nearly choked on her cider as the extravagant Vainglorious trotted over to join her "date," the brown pegasus straightened her posture and reshuffled her wings. The older mare certainly seemed...moody. But then again, perhaps the stress of the atmosphere was getting to her, too. Did it even work like that? Vainglorious was a professional, and...no. Don't travel that road of thought again, Persnickety. "I-I'm a, uhm...a playwright. And I do a little bit of acting." She winced. That sounded much less stupid in her head. Then again, it didn't help that Vainglorious's leer was very nearly burning a hole through the middle of her dang face. "...I must say, it is an honor to see you visiting Stalliongrad, Madam."

THERE I WROTE a thing to go with it. THE JOY HAS BEEN DOUBLED. Now I can finally go to sleep. UwU

Well I forgot the blush on Newsy.;; xD

...Yes. She is. Iforgothisblushbutshhhh we can pretend.

...Holy dooley I did that in less than an hour HOW?? *Dead.* Also I was having a crappy day but the fact that I made you so happy with one of my noodley little sketches makes me feel a lot better. Yey. ;u;

I've been tempted to draw these cuties humanized a few times, now...but that might have to wait for tomorrow. MY BED CALLS ME.

SERIOUSLY JUST... Silliness aside I'm glad you like it because oh god how do ponyfaces at different angles how what oh *rolls on canvas and calls it good.*

THERE NEIL I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY Now excuse me while I go and get some insulin. ...I like this way of being warm a lot more.

You know suddenly I have the urge to draw Snicks and Newsy in a fuzzy blanket together and I don't know why.

I laughed. Laughed like the horrible person I am. You're all terrible...! They keep me warm... >8T Yeah. Warm. Alright. You try living in the north where it's cold nine months out of the year! Been there, done that. Besides, why don't you just wear a snuggie? Do ponies even have snuggies? ...I think I'm gonna have to draw you in a snuggie. ...*Writes 'SEND HELP' on a piece of parchment, holds it up.* 8C ____________________________ Oh yeah. I forgot about this one, too. My ponysona. She likes Discord and Discord-related shenanigans. Her name is Tchotchke!

I'm back! Sort of. And I bring Persnicketies in socks making scrunchyfaces. Clearly she's not impressed with whatever she's just written.

Had she not been learned in the ways of acting, the techniques so deeply carved into her mind, it might've been hard to pinpoint exactly what was on Persnickety's mind, for she seemed to do very little talking as was her usual way when she felt intimidated into shyness. However, the fact that she knew the ways of body language so well was probably as much a curse as it was a blessing, for it would be easy for anyone to see by the way her wings were so closely folded to herself, the way that her neck was craned downwards and that unintentional folding back of her ears, that she was most certainly made more timid from all of the whispers. She drew just an inch or so closer to Newsworthy as they walked, thankful for his company and even Pocket's, when it turned out that the pale unicorn was indeed he. (Even if he was a shallow blockhead mildly unlikeable stallion.) Some extroverted light did grace her expression, though, at the mention of Vainglorious. She'd most certainly have to talk with the mare about the play - or plays in general, if she didn't find herself terribly busy during the evening there. Instead of telling Pocket Change to be careful not to choke when he used such large words like "pulchritudinous," she figured most of the conversation had been set to be between he and Newsworthy, so she stepped beside them and up to the bar, ordering herself an appletini. She turned to survey the crowd once more as the tender prepared her drink, giving pause when she thought she saw someone peering over at the trio. She tilted her head to try and get a better view, but a pair of ponies strolled by and obscured the way.

Persnickety quickly glanced up at the blue stallion, giving him a quick nod and a shake of her head, "No! No, I'm fine. My apologies, just, erh...musing to myself." She cleared her throat, taking a look around as he prepped for heading into the fray, whereupon she'd follow him into the ballroom, the sounds of chatter and merrymaking already taking place. She took a moment to scan the room for potential ponies that she was already acquainted with, spotting a particularly familiar white unicorn. She gently tapped her date's shoulder with a hoof, nodding towards the bar, "Newsworthy, isn't that Mister Pocket Change? From the cafe?"

((I hope it's okay that I post again and rez this thread because I've been wanting to get back into it and at least...try to keep it active. Because ilu guise~)) "I'm inclined to agree - she was a fantastic actress, she brought so much life to her lines - it actually made you believe that she was Mrs. Lowman, you know? The interactions between Biff and Happy were quite good, as well." There was a distinct skip in the mare's step as they headed to the hotel. Even if it was an actual after party, and even if the only after parties she'd ever gone to were for school plays and little bohemian joints. Even if she'd only really ever been around actors and actresses who were on her "level," and there would no doubt be at least a handful of ponies who were professionals at this party. She wouldn't...let that...make her timid to the whole thing...too terribly much. They were all just someponies and she was...just Persnickety. With her mussy mane in a bun and her thrifty pashmina scarf. Wait. No! That's no way to think - you helped to stop Discord from pulling an attack on the city! You're not just a nopony... She'd hardly realized that they'd arrived, her brow furrowed in dizzying thought with her eyes trained on the ground in front of her.

As much as I hate to, I'll probably be very, very scarce around here again, for a while. Sh*t has really hit the proverbial fan as far as personal matters go, and I'm seriously having to limit my time spent on the computer so that I'm not totally stressing myself out to the point of going insane. That means cutting out basically anything that isn't drawing. To the people I've been RPing with, I really am sorry to be leaving on such short notice. People who I owe requests too, I really am sorry that I probably won't get around to starting/finishing them. If I do ANY art for anyone else, it will have to be commissions, because money issues are one of the things that I'm having to leave due to. Hopefully I'll be able to be back, eventually. Again, I apologize for leaving like this. Take care, everyone.

To be honest, I'm not sure how well ponies would come out in that style...D:

((Some RP was done via e-mail while Canterlot was down. I'll post those remnants here, along with my next reply. c: )) "I've been here for a few years, now. The friend I mentioned yesterday convinced me to move out here and we were roommates with a couple of other ponies for a while. They were quite an eccentric bunch, but they were good company. Taught me all about the city life here - all the little places to go and things to see." She almost contemplated offering to show him around, but...he'd probably not be there for much longer. With how much she'd enjoyed his being around, the thought made her just a little sad. _______________________ He grinned. "Well, then. You must know the best place around here to get a good book. I'm always looking for new things to read, and bestsellers aren't my taste. No. The best feeling in the world is going into a little, tiny shop that has cobwebs across the door, and finding an obscure, marvelous tome." He sighed with contentment. "Once, I discovered a first edition copy of the journal of Starswirl the Bearded. It was in the bargain bin of a dark, musty cave of a shop in Manehattan. A buried treasure, if there ever was one." __________________________ "A first edition copy? Buried treasure, indeed! That's quite remarkable - it must be very valuable to you," she said with a smile. "I know a few small book shops, I think they'd be right up your alley. I'd be happy to show you where they are...if you're going to be in the city for a little while longer. O-Or, if you ever do decide to pay Stalliongrad a visit again. Whichever..." Words were feeling clumsy once more. She was thankful when the orchestra began playing, and the curtain rose. The play itself had been very entertaining. The cast certainly knew their stuff, and it was nice to see some younger actors that were good at what they did. Despite the melancholy ending, Persnickety had enjoyed herself, and as the audience filed from the theater, she stepped with her date back out into the chilly evening air. "It's always inspiring to me after I've just seen a play - I always feel recharged!" The mare turned to Newsworthy, "How did you like it?"

I've no idea what I did, BUT. *Bows.*

I also have to say that I really, REALLY love the lighting in this one. In all of the scenes. Valve's got this stuff down to a science, man. Spy, no, stop. I'm fangirl falling in love with you all over again. Je t'aime, mi amour~ In other less creepy news, I'm surprised nobody's linked this video yet! It might interest some of you.

YEEEEES.

I've been watching this thing for the past half hour oh god I can't breathe MY CHEEKS HURT. Bless Pyro's twisted little heart.