SkyshotSwift

twelve

Foosh!

Falcon cleared his throat and sat down as well. [colour=#ff8c00]"I can't help but notice one thing. I've found that, right from the beginning, you've not painted your species in the best light; telling us how you've been eating dreams and turning them into nightmares. It proves you to be more trustworthy than most ponies, I'd say."[/colour]

I'm always on from 8-10, give or take a few days off.

lates

One hour lunch break! I'm the happiest person in the building! *cricket, cricket, cricket*

Guess I'll just float past Krad in line for a second before I Caraway to work. Be back in eight hours. (Awkward goodbye is awkward goodbye...)

[colour=#ff8c00]"Well, that was interesting. Thanks for sharing, little one. Hmm... guess Swifton was right. It's easier to speak to ponies if I act coy and unabashed. Maybe it's inappropriate, but might I ask what you two are good at? I think it'd be nice to know what kind of pon-ah... beings, our gracious hosts were."[/colour]

But Krad hasn't gone yet.

I'm growing fond of you all.

Oh, and for the record, I've never lost a round of the Awkward game. Fair warning. That doesn't mean I pry into matters that don't concern me. That would be cruel. I just know how to set the atmosphere.

An the herb puns begin. Forgive my parsley, but I believe you said thymed. Also, whose line (turn) is it anyway?

I'm free for the next twenty minutes. ^?^

Have either of you heard of the awkward game? I invented it. It's like truth or dare, only there's no dare. You just ask questions. the catch is, it's at your own discretion when it comes to what questions to ask, and the game is over when the second to last person refuses to answer. Bet I scored a hit with that one.

Mmhmm.

He talked! He didn't like it...

[colour=#ff8c00]"If I make a name for myself, now would be the time, huh? Knew I'd have to start talking eventually. I'm Falcon Dusk, and I guess I'm nothing special. My cutie mark stands as a symbol for my spontaneity and light-heartedness under abrupt or startling situations, good or bad. So that's-uh... it. I'm not much for talking, or... you know."[/colour]

Call me? No one's asked me that before. Just call me... Tommas.

(Unexplained ten minute absence) So that's how it is. You've bested me again, plastic computer screen.

I'm confused... do I, or do I not eat my computer screen because of how edible this is?

Falcon Dusk shook his head and cursed, just a little, before realizing he miiight not be where he thought he was. Maybe he died from falling down a hill... or hit his head on a stump? He just tripped, right? He WAS in the forest at the time, but there the heck was he now? After his head trauma subsided he heard voices a little ways away, asking "Now what's all of your names?" looked like there were some ponies over there. Suppose he should ask them about it, huh? [colour=#ff8c00]"Blast. I hate talking..." [/colour]He stood himself up and cracked his neck a little, then trotted over to the gathering.

Do we just activate full forward go? Or are you going to just stick to my/themuffinman's portal rp? Cuz i'd be fine to join this one too.

(What's new, pussycat? I'm currently AAraY, the not-quite discord of the facility, and I say you can still join. All hail God-King AAraY, what he says is law!)