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There we go. The final nail in the coffin. Whirley Gig's heart stops for a moment at the magnificent audio gold that was the name of this fantastic contraption. It was almost as if she had stumbled upon the holy grail, and it was strapped to the back of a unicorn. "I... Oh my..." she barely manages to say. It takes a second to adjust for sure, but eventually her hooves stop shaking and she can think again, at least to a degree. "My name is Gig... Er, Whirley Gig that is. And yes I am an engineer," she explains, tracing her eyes around every inch of the flying contraption. "I take it that you built this magnificent... Er, this apparatus?"

The proprietor of the shop speaking to you, certainly an understandable turn of events. After all, standing inside their store indicates that you wish to do business. Now a princess, that's another thing. As soon as Princess Cadenza speaks the first word to her, Whirley remembers her goggles and replaces them over her eyes quickly. But now a new dilemma, there were two ponies talking to her, and she was really only used to one at a time, if any at all. She also makes a mental note that her brothers, being twins, don't count on that front. Keeping her tone as level as possible, she gives a professional and modest smile to the owner of the store. "I am in fact here for the fudge sale. I saw your sign and thought it would be a shame to pass it by... ahem..." ​Well that's embarrassing, Whirley seems to have found it necessary to attempt a high society sort of dialect and accent. Her cheeks redden slightly as she continues. "Is it at all possible that you might stock something reed flavored? It's an odd taste so I understand if you don't have it... Er, well I mean dandelion is fine..." Turning her attention to the princess, Whirley does the best curtsy she could think of at the moment, bowing her head respectfully. "Good afternoon, or evening, I'm not entirely sure on the specifics madam but if you will permit I could take off my goggles again to clearly discern the state of the sky... With your permission of course." She keeps a modest composure, standing tall while avoiding her normal slouch, neck straight and eyes forward. Well eyes forward until they begin to hurt from not blinking and she looks off to the side. And that's when she completely abandons all attempts to look respectful. How had she not noticed it before? The glory, the magnificence, the smooth curves and angles. It was like something out of a robots most wonderful day dreams. "Excuse my asking your highness, but who is that Mare wearing that exquisite contraption? For Celestia's sake I must know her!" she begins, but then realizes her own nerves creeping back up on her. Not to mention she just made it painfully obvious that she has literally no manners. Whirley's face turns a bright copper tone as she reverts her gaze back to the princess. ​"Er, yes, dandelions... Hehehe..."

'Ok, if they come talk to me, I just need to be myself... For hoofs sake why did they have to look over here?' Whirley thinks to herself. The one thing that she wanted to do in the presence of higher ups was keep a low profile. She'd seen her father dealing with his contractors, some of which had royal ties, and none of that appealed to her in the least bit. Either way, he hooves froze and her journey towards her salvation had ended. 'If I leave now I'll only look rude... Ok Whirley, you can salvage this. Apologize for interrupting, offer to buy them fudge, and leave. No reason for this to get awkard.' Her thought process only made her more nervous however. Millions of things raced through her head at the moment. Every possibility, every tactic to get out quietly, but the fudge. Oh the fudge that still sat on her mind. That was, after all, why she was here. It was risky, sure, but maybe it was worth it. Then Whirley realized, she had never actually gotten fudge here. Who knows if it's any good? In the end, she had still been seen, by Princess Mi Amore Cadenza no less, and it was too late to leave. And then things just get worse. Whirley overhears the last bit of the two ponies conversation. "Well ma'am, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for us to greet her... right?" This can't be happening. 'He would stop his conversation with the princess to say hello to me? Oh no, what do I do? I didn't think they'd actually want to talk to me...' Whirley notices her goggles fogging up and removes them, revealing her bright yellow eyes, and also produces a cloth from her saddle bag. Using said cloth, her goggles are cleaned, but all the while she stared blankly at the princess and the doctor. The problem is, now her eyes were visible, and glazed over in a state of anxiety.

I dare say you'd be correct :3 As for the flying thing, it's not a big deal. It actually works with her character to have her confused about the whole thing, seeing as she tends to over estimate her abilities and draw up plans that she can't finish.

The day hadn't proven particularly eventful. Another long shift of crafting, socketing pistons and levers into grooves and pockets. Whirley Gig wipes a bead of sweat from her brow as she places her latest product down on the work bench. Long had she waited for the day that her father would allow her to work on one of his high profile projects, but today was not that day. No, the bronze pony sits alone creating a bicycle with shock absorption, ergo the pistons. It was a strangely relaxing task, at least once committed to muscle memory. Hang frame, attach wheels and handles, wire brakes, adjust pressure, grease the axles, etc, etc. It all began to feel like a blur, putting one aside and starting on another... A rather uneventful day indeed. That is until it was break time. Working for her parents allowed Whirley plenty of break time. Most days she would generally sit in her room and draw plans for more ambitious projects. The stack was huge, a graveyard of abandoned designs either too hard to make, or just plain ridiculous in concept. But today was not that day either, for in fact it was time to go grocery shopping. That was one of Whirley's other duties, for her parents were always too busy. Her brothers would do it, but last time they spent all of the money on pumpkins and launched them down the mountainside. She was the only one left to do it. And so the metallic colored filly strolls into the city, carrying on either side of her a saddlebag in which to store food. Golden lenses catch and reflect the sun, possibly blinding others who pass, but the goggles did their job. Whirley continues on down the stone road, unaffected by the bright sun, and comes across a sign that would catch the sight of any pony passing. Well, any pony with an empty stomach and the bits to feed an entire family for a week. A two for one sale on fudge. This is the only appropriate use of the grocery money. Opening the doors to the sweets shop, Whirley notices a few ponies already within the space. She of course did not wish to be of any bother to any of them, especially considering the social standing of a few patrons in particular, Whirley simply stands at the wall and watches, hoping for the opportunity to acquire some fudge when it it all died down. 'I think that's princess Cadence...' she thinks to herself, trying to recall what the royals all looked like. She hadn't seen much of them, seeing as how she lived outside of the city. 'And that must be... Blue Blood? I believe that's right...' She begins having second thoughts about staying. To mingle with royalty was daunting, especially for such an insignificant pony without even a name for herself. 'I think maybe I'll come back later today... Or maybe tomorrow...' Silent hooves slide secretively seeking a smooth escape, but the so sought after exit lies too far away. Whirley inches towards the door, little by little, trying not to be seen.

I would like to join in if that is a thing that I can do. I'd love to bring Whirley Gig into this adventure, seeing as how she's prone to wandering from town to town in research. She shall do it FOR SCIENCE!

"Haha! The pies!" Jester grabs a pie and slams his face into it. "Yep, they work! I'll take all of them!" His hoof reaches into a saddlebag and produces a pouch of bits. "And yes, you certainly must see my performance! I'ts comedy and convenient!" he says while puffing out his chest, though he doesn't have much of one, to look even bigger than he already was. His face now covered in pie filling, he made one goofy looking pony.

Jester grabs her hoof and shakes it, mimicking her hair flip. His mane was large, almost comically so. If the land of Equestria had an 80's, it would come directly from there. His red and purple mop flows back and forth atop his head, high above the rest. Lowering his head to look the height of a normal pony, he smiles wide. "I'm Jester, my family, though not all by blood, are outside the town. I'm here for supplies. My only true family is my mother, but I consider the troupe my brothers and sisters. We have a very wide range of talents. Maybe if it's in town again you could see it!"

Jester laughs jovially, though with a small hint of insanity that only a professional clown could muster without actually lacking mental stability. "You're a performer? From Manehattan? This is too weird!" he begins. "I was born in Manehattan, though I haven't lived there for some time. I travel with my family as a performer all over Equestria." he motions to his own cutie mark, a bicycle horn. "Not to mention our similar appearance." he laughs again while gesturing to his white horn.

Jester laughs at the large bug thing that entered the bakery. "Oh my, I haven't seen anything quite like you before!" He was certainly entertained by the large thing, but then turns to answer Sonata. "I'm not from Ponyville myself, actually don't have much of a home. Judging by your accent you're from Manehattan I'd assume?"

Hearing Moonlight's reply, Jester Smiles and steps out of line to make room for the pony behind him. "Feel free to take my spot good sir, it would appear I won't be needing it."

Sounds like a fine idea to me

Thanks you :3 and don't worry about it, he's fine. Just an infection that nobody knew about until it decided to get bad out of nowhere >.> It's all good though!

After searching for pies in the most comical fashion he could muster, Jester turns to see that he wasn't the only customer. Seeing another pony at the counter, he realizes that perhaps he should do the same if he wants service. He gets in line, humming a happy little tune.

Well in that case I might join in, provided that's a thing I'm allowed to do? Well either way, have an applictaion! Name: Whirley Gig Role: Party Guest Sex: Female Age: 22 (so the adult version of her) Race: Reppin da erf Eye Color: Yellow (covered by goggles) Coat Color: Bronze Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Mane and tail are both a mix of gold and silver. Mane is short and messy, reminiscent of a circular saw. Tail is longer and groomed, and wraps around itself like a drill Physique: Average, very toned but not overly buff. Slightly taller then average mares, but not by much. Cutie Mark: A single gear Origin/Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Engineer Likes: Machines, Mechanisms, Privacy, Numbers Dislikes: Standing out, Nature, Conflict, Water I'd love to get in on this! Not to mention, I would love to think of fun things for an Engineer to bring to an underground night club >.> <.<