Cainiam

(OOC: It's entirely up to you if you want to drop out. You could change character to a different OC if you want to, one that's already at the museum maybe?)

Sketch beamed as he heard the instantly recognisable voice of Grey Steel. He turned to face the new arrival who introduced himself as Grey Matter and shook his hoof. "So I finally meet the pony behind the machines? Do you want to head back to Nemesis? Of course you do. Why don't you follow me then," Sketch turned around and started to trot back to the house. "Is this your first time in Canterlot?" Sketch asked as they trotted along the cobblestone streets.

You're welcome to the position of Element of Laughter. A character sheet would be most helpful if you want to make one. It's always good to have some details preplanned and on display. It'll also help Soarin and I plan a few character specific scenarios too. If you want it, it's yours. A brief description of Cloud would be a help, or at least the physical details to help other rpers. Sure you can have a sniper rifle. Soarin wanted to keep the New Vegas weaponry, so any weapon you can find in New Vegas or Fallout 3 is allowed here. If you've got an idea for a weapon that you think is feasible in this setting, then feel free to use that too as long as you can describe it in detail. Try to stick to one main weapon, one secondary weapon (Doesn't have to be a pistol), and one melee weapon though. We don't want a character having a gun for every occasion.

*You're kidding me, they're taking a detour. I didn't want to spend all day on this, but it looks like I haven't got a choice in the matter. Why couldn't he just have been loaded? It would have made my life a lot easier.* Double sighed again and trotted after to them to the EQD offices. *When they go inside, I'll try and track them by the windows. I hope they didn't opt for double glazing.*

"Hey! Don't go chugging that like punch, it's cask matured so its 60% proof!" Watcher swiped the bottle back from the tribal mare. He then sighed loudly as he calmed himself down again and added more politely, "I mean control yourself. You want to remember this party, don't you?" Watcher took another mouthful from his glass before replying. "Staying here for family? Wish I had that choice. If you want to go back on the open road, I'm sure Grey will keep your room for you. Heck, he might even let you off rent-free. He's almost intolerably nice. Still if he hadn't been then I'd have been fired literally an hour after I got the job." Watcher noticed that the mare was still eyeing up the whisky bottle. Watcher refilled his glass and then levitated the bottle back to her. "You're lucky I've got more in the office." Clear meanwhile had dug into the snack tables. Cupcakes and muffins vanished from their plates and into his mouth almost faster than the eye could follow. As long as he danced it off when the music started pumping, it didn't really matter how much he ate. Or at least that's what he reasoned.

Sketch leapt to his hooves with a cry of, "Irl Grob!" He then galloped out of the doorway and then the house before the others could react. Once he was outside and the pheromones no longer filled the air, he began to think more clearly again. *I hope that Insanity doesn't think I'm avoiding her! But then again, aren't I? Does it count if I say its the pheromones? Bah, it makes sense I should go, I live in Canterlot and I can't expect a guest to do it, that's now what good hosts do.* Happy that he managed to rationalise his need to leave, he trotted quickly to the train station. After weaving through a few streets he arrived at the squat long building with its overly large platforms, and took position in what he hoped was an easily visible spot.

Okay, roleplayers. Did any of you notice the short lived Fallout rp that appeared and then vanished about a week ago? Well, Soarin and I have been attempting to batter together a somewhat realistic story and adapt the world to make some kind of canonical sense. I'm going to make it very clear that this isn't based at all on Fallout: Equestria. The world is based on Fallout: New Vegas with a few things taken from Fallout 3. That is a concious choice made on the fact that neither of us have actually managed to read the gargantuan beast of a story, despite extremely good feedback. I'm sure there are other bronies in the same boat as us too. To tantalise your taste buds, I'm going to show you the intro post we have planned, and hope that you guys like it so far: The Overseer stands at the front of the room besides a projector screen. The fluorescent lighting that lines the ceiling casts its fierce glare over the room. The taste of sterilised air fills your mouth, and the gentle hum of the recyclers fills your ears. You glance beside you to see five other ponies all sat in chairs like you are. You've known them all since birth, but you couldn't call all of them your friends. The Overseer clears his throat loudly and starts to speak. "Vault 54 has remained undisturbed for two hundred years. A large part of Celestia's final solution to save ponykind from the oppression of Discord and Nightmare Moon; The two beings that caused The Great War of Chaos that lasted twelve whole years until Celestia ended it at great cost. We all know the tale of how she brought the sun into the atmosphere in a desperate bid to rid our world of those two great evils. It was a sacrifice that was not made in vain however. These vaults were designed to keep us safe and secure for two hundred years, and now that time is over. Celestia's final act has kept the world alive, but only barely. However, Celestia left us the power to revitalise the land. Somewhere in the ruins of Ponyville lie the Elements of Harmony. When all six are retrieved then we may be able to harness their power to bring life back to our land.That is why the six of you have been chosen. Each of you represents one of the Elements. Each of you are our best hope of bringing Equestria back to its former glory. There is a small problem however, as soon as the gates unlocked I sent out scouts. Security Officer Shields and his squad of five left a week ago, and only Shields has returned. Apparently the world outside is now an inhospitable wasteland. I'll leave it to him to fill in the details." The Overseer took a step aside as an armoured pony trotted up to the front of the room. "The world outside these walls is full of things that want to eat ya. Mutated parasprites, ridiculously large manticores, radioactive zombie ponies, the works. Fact is though, that there are still some sentient ponies hanging around. We scoped out Ponyville to find that the place has been fortified by some kinda magical forcefield. We ran into a few ponies there that say that some mysterious colt known only as House runs the entirety of Ponyville through a vast network of employees. So fact is that not only are there still some friendly ponies out there, there's organised factions. Far as I can gather there's two more major players in the area. A group calling themselves the NER or New Equestrian Republic are operating out of the ruined city of Canterlot up in the mountains. Apparently their territory has expanded up until Ponyville. From what I hear they're run by some dragon named Spike who once knew the Princess. They stand for order in these trying times, so they might be a potential ally. On the opposite side of the town is the Everfree Forest where a group calling themselves the Followers of Discord have set up shop. They hate the NER with a passion and stand in the name of chaos and freedom. Anarchy if you ask me. Apparently run by some mare called "Headcase". I did hear word of other smaller groups, but I don't think they're gonna be an issue. Well, except for these roving groups of raiders. Ponies who attack and kill others to steal their stuff. They set up ambushes. Took out three of our group before we could send them packing. Anyway, I hope you're all armed. Celestia was kind enough to stock all these vaults with the latest in military tech in case the final solution failed. Out there, a lot of ponies are using similar stuff, so we're gonna need to use it too. If we all stick together then it's going to be fine. Now, any questions?" Okay then. Here's a quick summary of how this RP is going to work. Soarin and I will act as GM's (Game Managers) which basically means that we'll play any characters you encounter out there in the wasteland. We'll also pop up with random events and story specific events that are adapted to whatever scenario you currently find yourself in. This way we can play effectively with a small cast, and still have that overarching story feel to it. The story is not cast in stone. You still have full control between these events, and you can react to these events however you wish. We will not make any changes or effects on your character without your prior permission, so you don't have to worry about randomly losing your leg to a rabid diamond dog. Now we need six characters for this RP to work. Each character must represent an Element of Harmony, however that's not to say you should carbon copy the Mane Six. You can interpret these Elements however you want to, and are allowed to use characters from other rps as long as you can link them to the Element. Ponies only please though, Griffons won't really fit in with the world we've built, but you can play as any species of pony, bar Alicorn of course. Tech level is going to be New Vegas, so expect guns and robots, although magical weaponry and constructs are equally welcome. The idea behind this is that because the war dragged on for twelve long years, Equestria was forced into an arms race to hold back the forces of Discord and Nightmare Moon. This gave them time to come up with the weaponry you see in Vegas, as unicorns can work very fast if properly motivated. The RP is set around the Ponyville area. If you have any other questions, then feel free to ask them here. The RP will be set around the six Element Bearers, although we will allow tag-alongs to the group, such as other security guards, and any friendly Wastelander we encounter. So don't worry if you miss out on one of the six spots. The group can also split up, but try to keep in at least pairs. The two of us will find it very difficult to RP as every other character if we've got six groups of ponies gallivanting about. We will allow multiple characters, but you can only control one Element Bearer. You can also apply for a spot on the GM team if you want, but that won't be necessary unless we get the other positions filled first. Right so spots: GM's: Soarin Cainiam Elements: Laughter - Harlequin (Thebluemage) Generosity - Rebel Rouser (WhiteSlash) Kindness - Silver Heart (Dusty) Loyalty - Cloud (CloudShimmers) Honesty - Fern (Walker) Magic - Sigma Saerid (InsanityDash) Other Characters: Security Officer Shields (Cainiam) Scopes (Soarin) Cool Temper (ThunderBrony) Pyro Crash (Ironkau) Right, so apply below if you're interested. Edit: Attention! All Elements slots have now been filled. Please bear with us as we start this up. Any new players, feel free to join when in progress as a Wastelander, or if you act quickly then you can play a Vault member with practical skills, like an Engineer, Doctor or Guard. Edit 2: We are up and broadcasting here: http://www.canterlot...e-apply-in-ooc/ Anypony else who wants to join is going to have to be a Wastelander. Them's the breaks.

(OOC: Are you talking to Grey Matter? Because he hasn't posted in this thread for around two weeks. You could always message him because I think he might have given up on this RP. Also Curse stole the pitcher of lemonade, so unless you've already poured a few cups then you'll have to make more.) Curse smiled as he heard what would have been interpreted as an innocent question to an innocent bystander. He made a show of looking at his watch and replying loudly, "About one minute to twelve." In a whisper he continued, "According to the pamphlets, the piece we need to get is on display in the Ponatello wing." Cronk nodded and began to trot over to the Ponatello wing. Curse opened up the pamphlet and pretended to stare at the map for around ten seconds. Then he set off in the same direction. The wing was noticeably more empty than the rest of the building. By fortuitous circumstance, a new Grifdin display had opened on the other side of the gallery and was naturally garnering the most attention. Two security guards passed Cronk and then Curse as they entered, heading in the opposite direction. *The guards have just been replaced. That gives us two hours before the next rotation.* Cronk approached a lavish and colourful painting facing away from the guards while Curse stood in front of their assignment. He was not impressed. *Who the hay calls this a masterpiece? Clocks? Soaking wet timepieces hanging in trees? This is a bizarre dream, not a work of art! How is this thing worth millions!* Curse raged internally, but kept his face calm and controlled. The two security stallions were standing on either side of the painting with their eyes turned forwards. Curse sneaked around the painting and behind the first stallion. He gently touched his horn to the back of the guard's head and whispered, "Sleep." The guard leaned forward and closed his eyes. Curse then repeated the process with the other guard. Once they were both out of it, he ushered Cronk over and they stole the security outfits. Curse then levitated the napping guards over to a nearby maintenance cupboard and shut them in it. Now that the two of them were suited up, Cronk pulled out the vial of limerack and approached the painting, while Curse trotted over to the main entrance to the wing.

The thing is that all of those ships sound like professional cruisers. Although I do quite like "The Fortune", but it does sound more mercenary than pirate. Well or professional pirate. "Iron Duke" sounds pretty cool too.

Clear took the picture and squirrelled it away to the nearby security office before returning to the party. An even larger crowd was growing around Vinyl Scratch, but she seemed to be enjoying it. No need to charge in half cocked like he used to. She clearly wasn't in any distress. Since the music hadn't started up yet, Clear's eyes wandered around the room searching for the snack table. He'd refused to buy any of the snacks at the show, citing how much more expensive they were just for the price of a little convenience. Of course Watcher had been quick to point out that they had to give a large cut of their profits to the establishment. Clear spotted a table littered with the usual party treats, probably straight from Sugar Cube Corner. "Jackpot." Watcher passed the bottle over to Mojo. "Try not to drain it all in one go. We both know what you're like," Watcher said with a snicker. His eyes wandered the crowd and met Swash's glance with a nod. "Hard to believe we're both still here. I'd have thought you and Gumbo would have hitched up your cart and moved on by now. Then again I think I can guess why you haven't. The same reason I'm still hanging around here even though it's safe from me back in Canterlot now."

"Yes! Picture! Please! Grey!" Clear almost tripped up in his haste to get beside Vinyl Scratch. He stood next to her with the widest smile imaginable on his face.

I'm guessing this doubles as Party at the Grey Area OOC. I toyed with not mentioning it. But let's fact it, Mojo is going to figure out what happened to Easy, and Mojo seems like the over protective and somewhat dangerous type. It's already predestiny as it is. Right I'm signing off now. It's half two in the morning over here.

"A p-p-picture? Yes! Have you got a camera? Has Grey got a camera? I've got a camera, but it's not on me right now. Do you want me to get a camera? I could get us a camera," Clear babbled. He noticed Neon out of the corner of his eye in a similar state of hero worship. "Neon, have you got a camera?" he asked as he turned to the colt. Watcher knocked back his whisky and set about pouring another one. He'd never been one for parties, but at least everypony here he knew, and was friendly with. He noticed the voodoo mare, Mojo, trotting over to the drinks table too. He'd never forget how explosive their first meeting was.

More friends than father/son, although that might have been a good angle to play off. Working together closely has made them pretty much best friends. I wanted to make Clear seem more professional, but that's hard to do at a party. Watcher however is going to hopefully be more outwardly friendly, although he is still a bit antisocial, preferring to watch others talk and dance that get involved himself. At least that's what I'm attempting.

*THENAME'SCLEARSKIESANDI'MYOURBIGGESTFAN!* Clear Skies barely held back his exuberance as he partitioned it away in his head. Need to look professional. "Hey there, Vinyl Scratch. The name's Clear Skies. I've heard of your work. *SIGNALLMYSTUFF* "It's good to meet you, would you mind SIGNINGALLMYSTUFF!" *Damn it, Clear! So close.* Clear visibly cringed after blurting that out loud. "Heh heh," he laughed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head with a hoof. Watcher meanwhile found the alcohol. "Now it's a party," he laughed as he poured himself a very generous helping of whisky.

Watcher and Clear had decided to go off and catch a show that had slightly overran, but they were confidant they could get back in time. "Hey, Clear. What do you think Grey was planning?" Watcher asked the still glowing blue pegasus. "Hmm. What? Planning? What do you mean?" "You saw how he was acting. He was obviously trying to organise something. I saw him up late into the night." "Well, what do you think it is?" "I've got some ideas. Wouldn't want to spoil whatever it is for you though." "Oh, man. Come on! You can't suggest something and never explain it! That's not fair!" "Oh I think it's perfectly fair. Now let's hurry it up." The two ponies picked up the pace as they trotted up to the building and then through the front door. Colourful decorations filled the place along with everypony they knew. "A surprise party. Totally called it!" "You can't call something if you don't actually say what it is you're calling!" "Of course you can. And I did. Called it," Watcher then trotted away from a very confused Clear and straight towards the bar. Clear just worked out a reply and turned to find Watcher no longer there. "Guess I'll mingle then," he said with a shrug. It was then he noticed the boss standing next to Vinyl Scratch. The Vinyl Scratch. Clear found his hooves trotting towards her before he could even tell them to.

Just noticed the party thread. Kinda hard to gauge how much my characters will have changed in a year. I'll see about getting them there though. Can't miss a good party. Oh, and a big congratulations on 400 posts!

Satisfied that his hosting duties had been completed, Sketch took a cup and sat back on the sofa with Nemesis. He took a sip and realised he'd forgotten to add any sugar and milk. He twinged visibly at the strong taste of tea. Sketch had something of a sweet tooth, although he liked to keep that to himself. He levitated three sugar cubes and dropped them into his drink. The absolute minimum for him. He then added some milk for good measure and stirred with a spoon. Sitting up he realised the room had been silent for at least thirty seconds now. Sketch being unable to talk, Insanity being unwilling to talk, and Nemesis being blissfully unaware of how awkward a silence could be. Grey seemed to be alternating between being here in the room and being elsewhere, probably wherever his real body was. On a train didn't he say? Sketch sipped his drink again. He honestly didn't have a clue of what to do now. He had dragged the robot to Canterlot, along with another robot that was apparently an avatar of its owner who was now on the way himself. Didn't Grey mention his workshop? Wait, what time is it? "Anypony got the time?" Sketch asked loudly, then suddenly realised he had spoken clearly and jumped up in joy. "I did it! Even though Insanitgl arfle..." He stopped as his speech degraded again into a thick sloppy mess. The two other ponies stared at him as he sat down again and made a spirited attempt to shrink into the chair. *Okay, Sketch. It seems that you can speak when you're not thinking about her. That's useful right? No, no it isn't. Well, it's somewhat useful. Just not to her. Or you really. Wait did one of them reply?*

Sketch suddenly had something of an epiphany as Grey handed him a note. He lit up his horn and opened the saddlebags that he had discarded into the corner magically. He then levitated over his sketchbook and a pencil. In a quick cursive script he wrote, "I had seen her around town before. She's never been quite so attractive electric powerful in her mareliness qualities. She's always stuck out, but there's something extraordinary special about her right now. I think it must be these pheromones to some degree. Not that she isn't breathtakingly beautiful without them." To punctuate his point he flipped back through the sketch book and showed Grey a page full of various doodles and sketches of Insanity Dash in various poses, from winning poses to running and jumping. He then flipped back to a blank page and turned to face Insanity Dash. Despite the pencil shaking in its magical hold, he wrote, "I hope I haven't offended you with my poor hosting skills. Help yourself to tea and biscuits. If you need or want anything else, don't hesitate to ask." He then stopped and showed the page to her assuming that she'd be able to read it. If he had looked at her face then he would have seen otherwise, but instead he turned it back around and hurriedly scribbled "The name's Sketch by the way." Before rotating it back around so she could see it. Once he was satisfied that he'd given her enough time to read it, he turned the book to Nemesis. "No Duh. I'm trying but it's kind of hard. If you want more then just pour yourself another cup. There's also biscuits if you want to give eating a try."

Well everything's back online now, so no real damage done, right? Big books do give the piece character, it just makes him look smaller in comparison is all. I'm sure when coloured and cutie marked he'll look more adult though.

Double Take's heart started beating again as he let out a rather loud sigh. *He's part owner, not a journalist. He's not going to write a story on us. Still. I need to find out where this stupid unicorn lives.* Double continued to follow the two of them through the maze of streets.

The crash was pretty annoying. I had a post all written up, clicked submit and then it wouldn't. Have to type it all up again. I think your new avatar looks cooler, Grey. Only thing it looks a bit small when you've got it centred like that. It'll probably look even better with a slap of colour. Is it meant to be a foal drawing? That's what it looks like with the huge books and lack of cutie mark.

(OOC: I'm waiting on Inuchan and Twinkie. Can't jump too far ahead of Twinkie, and I just gave Inuchan a catch up session. Hopefully they'll both still be players in the upcoming events. Although we did kinda steamroll this way out of its original intention. I like how we took it from innocent market day to breaking into an art gallery.)

Ooh! I was literally just thinking about starting up a shipwreck rp! If you choose that option you have to include me! Pretty please? I typically make situational characters, but there's one I brainstormed recently, that I'd like to try out. (I'm happy to RP with you whatever you choose though. It's just so much fun.) Name: Straight Cut Occupation: Barber (The old fashioned kind.) Physical: Male. Unicorn. Light grey coat. Auburn mane and tail. Bio: Young barber fresh out of college and ready to trim any mane, anywhere. Typically friendly demeanour. Can be rather brash and has a take charge attitude, but isn't particularly tough. Could be described as scrappy. Straight Edge razor for a cutie mark, and he always carries one on him for hair emergencies.

Ooh! Ooh! I'll make a character! Pirate Name: Guide. Real Name: Astral Plotter. Species: Male Unicorn Colours: Dark green coat and short yellow mane and tail. Cutie Mark: Three stars with a line between them. (Like a dot-to-dot picture.) Short Bio: Went to Naval Academy and barely graduated due to a critical failure in his combat mock. Rather than face the humility of serving in the Merchant Marine rather than the real Navy, he decided to put his skills for hire. Being Navy trained, he does have a tendency to do things by the book, and is pretty inexperienced. This being the second vessel he's ever served on. Not very self confident, but can be if valuables are involved. Knows a few basic spells, but other than TK the only one with combat application is his ability to light up his horn to produce a flash-bang like effect at the cost of a lot of energy. Has an uncanny memory of star maps, but unable to make critical decisions on the fly, instead having to weigh up both advantages and disadvantages first. As for a ship name, I can't think of anything Piratey. Sorry.