Twimsy

Persnickety gestured loosely to his upper lip with a hoof, smiling, "Of course! Let me just, uhm..." She turned back to the bar. "Gavril? Could we get the bill, please?"

The griffin nodded, pausing in his cleaning of glasses to remove a tab from his apron and slip it over to the pair. "If you're treating for tickets to the show tomorrow, I wouldn't mind picking this up."

"I don't much care for the fancy things, either. Sometimes the simplest things are the most enjoyable." Likewise, she raised her own mug, gently tapping it to his, "Cheers - to the simple pleasures in life." With that, she downed what remained of her cider, finished off her last pierogi and let out a contented sigh. Food definitely turns a starving artist into a happy pony.

Grinning in amusement, she puffed up a bit, wings ruffling at her sides, "Unt aff course, zere ist der mighty unt powerful Braylin accent!" She slouched again and covered her mouth with a hoof as she laughed, "Ehehe...but, your Prance ackzent eez...'ow you say, tres magnifique, monsieur! - It remains one of the accents I always have the most trouble with."

"Well, let's see...the last one I was in was a bit of a historical piece. I got to wear one of those dresses that you can barely walk in. It was fun, though - getting all fancied up. The one before that was a little spin-off of the Prince and the Pauper - the cast for that one was immensely fun to work with." She let out a small snort. "They had me cast as a school marm for that one. Oi 'ad ta precktice a cockney accent jast fa the occasion." The pegasus smiled fondly, recollecting the roles and the memories they entailed. "They were small parts, but it was still nice to be a part of something bigger."

I actually had some ideas for her outside of Canterlot, so I may just try to take this little lady another route. What? Tumblr? No, you're crazy. Hrm...might call her Sweet Pea, or Heartfelt.

And I haven't drawn foals before, no! But I probably should work on getting the hang of them, too. fffffffff I actually have a million things I should be drawing.

"That's true..." She mused over the thought. Now wasn't the time to be insecure about her own shortcomings in theater life compared to others - she was on a date, and she was going to enjoy herself, darn it!

She was thankful for the food and good company, and it crossed her mind as she was chewing over a bite of her own food that she'd probably have been sitting at home with nothing to do, had the last couple of days not been so eventful. Maybe it was a sign. Things would only start changing if she threw the introverted attitude to the wayside, and maybe that was just what she had to start doing.

"Really? Even the after party? That would be amazing!"

She was starting to feel spoiled rotten. Seeing a show and getting to meet the actors would probably be fun to any old pony, but to her, it was priceless.

"I wonder if they'd even want to talk with me. But it would be interesting to at least be to an actual after party...!"

A drinking game probably could've been made out of how many times the mare had been brought to blushing. He was certainly charming - or at least, he knew how to wield said charm in front of the introverted mare.

She smiled sheepishly, "Well, how could I possibly say no to that face? Of course, I'd love to go!"

"Yes, they were probably doing dress rehearsals all aftern-...wait, what?" Her ears stood at attention, eyes wide, "...Really? I-I heard that it was running for a while here, but...w-would you really want to? I-I mean...with me, anyway." He probably wouldn't have mentioned if he didn't want to go with you, you derp. She tried to be nonchalant about it, but a smile was hard to conceal.

The pegasus nodded, "Oh, yes! Have you managed to make another appointment with them? If not, I could probably pull a few strings for you."

xD I really have no idea why so many of my characters have glasses. This one has an excuse, being that she's a 'sona, but...derp.;; Her hair, I've come to realize, was also absent-mindedly based off of an old TF2 fancharacter of mine. Quite possibly the most moe medic you could ever hope to meet, but anyway.

FFFFFFF, those are all such adorable and creative concepts. ;O; The idea that I had for this one was that perhaps she runs a bed and breakfast somewhere - she likes cooking, cleaning, sewing and being generally motherly, so she is quite a bit like the last one you mentioned. And Ginger Heart is an adorable name. Hmmmm...

EDIT: Well, here she is, in all her chubby little clydesdale glory:

I still need to give her her cutie mark, obviously, but that's her in general. I'm really digging the color scheme.

Someone help help, I'm drawing a ponysona that I've been thinking about for ages.

She is too shy to come out just yet. She also needs a cutie mark and a name. I was thinking Patchwork, but...hmmmm.

"Yes, well. I could say the same for you. I don't usually like long-winded conversation and simple chatting, but it's nice." Maybe she'd been practicing the life of a shut-in for longer than she'd thought.

"Ohh, that's right! You would get to do those kinds of things, wouldn't you? I'm jealous. I haven't been to a proper play in ages. Of course, I get to go to the plays that I write, but nothing like...Les Mareserables. I've always wanted to go to Manehattan and see it. But yes, you're exactly right. That is the sign of a good cast. Rarely is it so easy to find a group of ponies who work so well together, but when you do, it's an incredible experience." The way she talked about the theater, it was as if she were a wee filly who had been presented with an entire box of caramel apples, all for her.

Aww. That means a lot. Thank you, Techno. ;w;

Currently using PC in "To Brave The Everfee" http://www.canterlot...verfreeprivate/ Pocket's big mouth got him cursed this time!

oh well. keep drawing. Or we will be sad.

Oh, Pocket. You so crazy.

And you'd better keep drawing too, mister. >:T If you want to, that is.

If it wasn't in the thread that all of us were in over in Free-For-All, then it was probably in the Dusty's Pub thread. I think those were the only two times she butted heads with Pocket. :U

Then again, I could be wrong. I had my itchy fingers in like a million threads back then.;;;;

Persnickety chuckled, "Well, I think it's a given that any actor has to be at least a tad attention-hungry and narcissistic, even just to be an actor in the first place. But, it's not just about that, for me. When I act...hrm." She itched at her head, trying to think of the proper words to string together. "I believe I've still got to work on actually being able to convey it more, but when I act, I really try to get into the part. Even if it's a little, one-liner. Everyone has a story to tell, and you have to make the audience believe that." She adjusted her glasses once more, keeping them from sliding farther down her nose. "But, I feel like I'm rambling, now."

Persnickety gave a nod of agreement to his words. He was certainly right.

"At least it all gives us something to write about. And perhaps that's one of the reasons why I fancy writing and acting - I wished that ponies could hear me, and that maybe others who have been in similar situations as the characters I play and write about might feel as if...somepony understands what it's like. You know?"

I'm pretty sure she'd be flattered. Somehow. Maybe. A little bit. Hopefully. Persnicketywhycan'tyoutakecompliments *sobbb.*

Well, thank you! It's good to hear that my art's taking more shape than before. :3 And yes, yes you do! I actually don't know if I've ever seen your artings...! Do you have a link to any of it?

Just an intuos4 tablet and SAI. :U Depending on what I'm drawing, occasionally a reference - which is something I should probably use more often.

"Sounds a bit like acting, in that aspect - you put on your mask and become somepony different."

She took a sip of her cider, glancing over the brim of the mug at him.

"My story...?"

Itching a cheek with her hoof, she sat the mug down. Where to begin, where to begin...

"Well, let's see...I was born and raised for most of my young life in Cloudsdale. As I mentioned previously, my mother works for the weather factory - one of the higher ups. She always had high expectations of me, though. Even from a young age. My father was a great deal more lenient whenever she wasn't around, though he did encourage me to do great things.

"I didn't have very many friends in grade school. All I ever did was study, and it earned me a terrible lot of picking on. Social awkwardness is something I'm no stranger to, either - be glad that you were homeschooled, at least you did not have to go through getting pushed into rainclouds or called trivial names that lacked creativity." With a grin, she adjusted her spectacles. At least it seemed she could brush such actions off, now.

"Mother signed me up for Junior Flight School, in which I strove to excel as well. She had plans for me; plans that I would one day be doing the same line of work as she. But, I had other plans, of course." She gave a conspiring little wink to him. "You can imagine the horror on her face when I told her that I'd quit flight school and taken up acting club in its stead.

"When I was old enough, I started trying to audition for more professional plays and acting troupes. Now, this is where I truly started getting a taste of the real world, because my auditions were always flops. I did everything I thought to be right, but they'd always told me that my acting was rigid and far too practiced." She leaned her head to the side, elbow propped on the table. "You can imagine how heart-breaking it is, to expect nothing but rejection and failure, try and try again though you might.

"Anyway, this is what set me to look for greener pastures. Bigger cities. So, I moved here, at the recommendation of a then-dear friend of mine. Since then I have gotten a handful of minor parts in various shows, but mostly it's come down to me doing a good lot of writing and not so much acting. I love writing, don't get me wrong! But if I had to choose between the two..." Her smile softened, "So, now I live in a studio flat above a pottery shop, doing odd-jobs for the tennant to earn my keep and living off of what I earn from commissioned scripts. The dear friend I had mentioned has long since gone her own, separate way, and I meet new and interesting ponies most every day, just by exiting my front door."

Talk about a soliloquy, you little hypocrite.

Persnickety disliked long, dizzying soliloquys outside of the theater. Perhaps it was due to the curt, precise ways of conversing that she'd been brought up with. Usually, other ponies' life stories were more boring than inspiring, but in the end, she did feel obligated to listen. It was a date, and she didn't have anything else better to be doing. And maybe she did like his company and voice.

Just the same, the story itself seemed more melancholy than average. She found herself frowning, occasionally chewing over cheekfuls of pierogi as she listened. Hearing that he performed one-pony plays by himself was both precious and sad in its own right. Had she but known him way back when...

"Well, you can't have turned out too terribly stunted, socially. Getting the inside scoop for newspapers usually requires some form of assertion and social prowess on its own, yes?"

Her voice lowered a tad, as did her gaze, back to the counter top.

"...I am sorry that things have been so hard for you, though. I know the feeling...far too well."

Thanks! Glassesponies are surprisingly hard to draw.

I really am glad you like it. I had fun working on it. >u< I've been trying a lot lately to improve on body language and the like, especially considering it gives a lot more life to ponies. And SERIOUSLY, muzzles are the bane of my existence, but I'm glad I at least did the angle justice!

There. I found one that's far more fitting. xD The other one was a bit more esoteric, you're right.

Reaction gifs! So yes. It's supposed to be her reaction. :B I've been on tumblr too long. Lately I feel that using reaction gifs everywhere is necessary.

Please send help.