GreyMatter

Grey Matter decided to silently agree with everypony, and look as threatening as he can. He knew that, with his newly british voice, this would be difficult if he said anything. He could, however, not contain his laughter when Nox began to patronize the monster, and began laughing in typical british manner.

"Haha! Tea. Bwahahaha, crumpets! Cheerio and all that. Mwahehehe."

The monster looked at Grey and spoke. It too had a british accent this time, one it had not had before.

"I do say, quite a show there pal. Did you see the race this afternoon? Quite alright if you did not."

Grey Matter, having been groggy and totally out of it until now, shook himself awake. Well, not awake, per se, but conscious. He saw some strange, and some familiar, ponies. Somehow, he had a feeling they all recognized him, ir at least had tried to speak to him. He did the polite thing.

"Oh, hello everypony," he said in a british accent. This was queer, as he had been born and raised in Fillydelphia, and had rarely ever head a pony with a british accent. "Well bullocks, I haven't the foggiest what is happening."

Be was trying to talk normally, but the more he tried, the more british it sounded. Words he was not saying were coming out of his mouth, made more britishy. "Ah well, nkthing better to do than embrace, right mates?"

Suddenly, Grey Matter awakens in a strange, but oddly familiar, locale.

Grey heads down to the dining area with little Twilight Shine.

Grey heads back to the counter, and says to Twilight,

"We don't have much for the foals yet, but there is a nice dining area, you want to come along? You can get anything you want there, absolutely free today!"

"Well, if you would like a meal, I'm headedf back out toward the dining area. Care to join me?"

"Hi, I'm Grey Matter, the owner. I ran into your daughter in the lobby, and she informed me that you guys had moved in. As I was not informed when it happened, I would just like to personally welcome you to the Condo. We have a special going on int the communal dining area today, you can have any meal, absolutely free. Wh have a great chef there, Thyme, who will be glad to serve you anything from the mundane to gourmet food. Again, I welcome you. How have you enjoyed it here so far?"

((That works great, as a way to seperate parental and childish actions.))

Grey Matter rushes down to A110, with a certain spring to his step. He is clearly plesed with this development, and when he reaches the room, he knocks on the door, and patiently awaits Twilight's parents.

"Room? What room? Did Snowy sign up somepony for a lease without telling me? Why thats...thats just-thats GREAT! I though nopony was interested! I was really worried there that this Condo was gonna be a total bust! What room are they in, I want to welcome them to the Condos!"

"Well, what is your name? And where are your parents?"

Grey Matter, having finished his meal, begins his rounds. As he reaches the front desk, he spots a dark blue filly, with a red and blue tail.

"Why hello there, little filly! Are you alright? Where are your parents" He asks. "You aren't lost, are you?"

Grey Matter arrives in the dining area and, assuming Thyme had received his order, sits down without a word.

((Yes, you can. I PMed you the details of joining in such a young character.))

After being awakened, Grey Matter decided to go downstairs to join the others. First, he opens the speaking channels, which he had installed so he could easily contact maintenence, front desk, and the kitchen from his penthouse, and vice versa. He opens the channel to the kitchen, to give Thyme his order. Some Clam Chowder. New England style. He heads down five minutes later.

Grey Matter wanted to join everypony for lunch, but as he had woken up at 5 am, he figured it was time for a nap. He headed up to his Penthouse, had a glass of cider, and fell asleep. Not on his bed, but on the couch. The one facing toward his large, open-viewed, window. Why, he could see home from there.

"Home" he thought, as he drifted to sleep.

He dreamed during that nap. He dreamed of Fillydelphia. He loved the city life, but hated the people. When you live in a big city, you have less friends than you think. He had only a few, as others would move in and move out in weeks. He hated that, he always thought children of his age needed stability. Needed a home, not several. He recalls the people there, walking down the streets, not saying a word to anypony. He wondered how many ponies had missed out on a full life, because they walked right past their sole mate, and ne'er spoke a word to them.

That thought alone was enough to scare him awake.

Grey Matter, after being broken from his trance, runs inside and rejoins the crowd. He is take aback by what has occurred, and is trying to figure everything out.

Realizing Swash's swift exit, Grey looks to Snowy, then to Thyme, and finally to Cloud, in a state of seeming confusion. He looks back to Snowy and says, "Hrmm. Seems somepony is in a rush. Uh, he does know the keys are locked up in back, right? I think he is gonna find it rather difficult to get in without it."

"Ah yes Snowy, you may give Swash a tour. But beware, because pirates preserved food in salt, so if that meal is truly authentic, you are gonna need a bucket of water to finish it."

"Oh, hey Snowy! We've got somepony here who is looking to rent. While I give him the grand tour, would you mind getting the paperwork set? He is using room A114, we believe. Would that be alright, ro do you wish to actually see the room first, Swash?"

"Ah, well, room A114 was designed by our best and brightest, naturally the decor of your room is of your own regard, and so far as cannons, only room A114 has reinforced walls strong enough that you would be allowed to fire such a thing. Animal policy is that dangerous animals be kept away from others, and so far as boats, you may decorate, but we currently have no route to the water, so they are not of much use."

Grey prepares to lead Swash to the dining area for a meal, calling up Thyme to make sure that a meal is prepared for Swash.

Sadly, Swash is unaware that, aside from staff, he is the first occupant of this building.

"Ah, good afternoon Swash. I've been awaiting. I checked the registry, and I think we have found the perfect room for you. Room A114 was done up in classic pirate fashion. But first, Thyme has made an authentic pirate meal. Would you like some? It's on the house."

"Well then, you all seem plenty set with your tasks. I'm gonna head back to the welcome area and await our renter."

And with that, Grey heads down to the welcome area, to await Swash, as he said he was going to.

Grey Matter walks in and politely attempts to get Cloud's attention

"Hey. I wanted to let you both know that Runner has transferred to another project. And, uh, Cloud, have you done a run through of the rooms? Somepony named Swash is going to be here later, and he is obsessed with Pirates. Which room was done up in a pirate style? And great work Thyme. I knew I saw something in you, and by Celestia, these meals can fill me up just by the scent of them."

Hey buddy! Glad to see you finally here! I know you will love RPing here, being whoever you want to be. Except, better! You'll be a pony while doing it!

Hello! I have a strong feeling you will enjoy it here, great place to be! Please, if you enjoy it here as much as I hope you do, feel free to invite your friends. We could always use more ponies here, especially RPers.

Spaghetti?