RCTwilightSparkle

I will be science dorking it up at a psychology conference this weekend, I'll be back on Sunday!

Just popping in to say that the relationship between Dawn Chorus and Angstrom is approved by me.

This looks really good Tibbles, I like the changes

It made Bolt feel a lot better knowing that she wasn't the only one who was bad with names, and that even the ancient ponies who came up with the real names for stars didn't always have the easiest time of it. "Even you forget the names of some stars? Well... there are so many to keep track of." She stared up at the sky as Carrot walked away to grab one of his maps. As he was getting up, she thought she heard a noise, it almost sounded like a giggle or somepony whispering. "Did you hear that? I thought I heard somepony giggling... but I thought we were all alone out here." She just as quickly put the noise out of her mind, must have been nothing. Bolt was still a little annoyed that she forgot to bring the snacks, she even remembered exactly where she left them. The bag of hay chips was sitting right next to the tomato and dandelion sandwiches on her countertop back at home. She let out a little sigh as she thought about how forgetful she was tonight. Carrot was trying to be reassuring that forgetting the snacks wasn't a big deal, and he sounded sincere about it so Bolt tried not to beat herself up over the whole thing. However, right in the middle of saying it was his own fault he realized that *he* brought snacks. "Oh! good! you packed something!" she said with a smile. "Now I don't feel nearly as bad for forgetting... but I'll totally remember for next time!" After implying that there was going to be a next time she got quiet... maybe she was assuming too much.

As Scoot ran out the front door of the boutique she strapped on her helmet and checked to make sure that Sweetie was following her. Once she heard the familiar click of Sweetie's helmet locking and felt her friend hold on tight, she took off!. Little wings were buzzed loudly as the foals raced towards town in search of Applejack, or some other pony to help Rarity. Since Sweetie hated stunts and cool tricks, Scootaloo had to resist the urge to jump off every vaguely ramp shaped thing in their path. Scoot did a few *little* tiny innocent tricks, but her friend still squeaked fearfully. "Sweetie! That was such a little jump, it was fiiiiiine!" she protested as they headed into town. Applejack was surprisingly easy to find, right in the center of town! Scoot sped her scooter towards the cart and then jammed on the breaks, sending dust and dirt all over the place. The cloud of dirt hadn't even settled before Scootaloo jumped right into a giant, confusing, rambling story about what happened at the boutique. "Sweetie Belle and I were just playing and then there was mud everywhere, and the dresses got ruined... I tried to fix it and so did Sweetie! and now Rarity is stuck in the room with the wobbly doorknob. At first Sweetie thought it was just a trick but she's really totally stuck! I know because now the doorknob fell off when I tried to open it and so she's extra super stuck! You haaaaave to help us save her, Applejack!" Scoot let out a big sigh at the end of her story and stared up at Applejack with big puppy eyes.

All sorts of ideas raced through Twilight's head as she tried to think of good presents for Rarity. Spike wanted something that would last; so flowers and chocolate just wouldn't do. Gems were beautiful, but it would be hard and expensive to top the last one he gave to her. Shopping for a pony like Rarity was never an easy task. As everypony was standing around thinking it hit her... a book! Her face lit up and she excitedly said "Spike! You should get her a book! you could find her a book all about fashion or maybe just a book about sewing! That would be sweet AND practical". Twilight was grinning like she just had the best idea ever. "Wouldn't it be perfect? It's unique, unexpected, and who doesn't love a good book?"

I have a huge project due next Thursday, please don't count on me posting reliably until then (including my cast ponies). I will post if I get the chance but this project has been beyond stressful and I'm having trouble feeling creative.

The smirk on Twilight's face turned into a warm little smile as Spike admitted what he was really up to. Spike got a little quieter as he explained what he wanted to do, and so Twilight just listened and nodded. When he was done she said "Oh Spike! you could have asked! I have this book all about hearts and hooves day." as she spoke she floated a big book with a pink cover out of her saddlebag. The book drifted over to Spike and hovered there waiting for him to grab it out of the air. "I could even go with you if you wanted! Since I already read the whole book I know all about what kinds of presents to get a filly for hearts and hooves day" Just as Twi was about to ask Fluttershy if she wanted to come along, Angel Bunny made it very clear that he wanted the two of them to finish up their own errands. She decided to stay quiet and let Spike decide who, if anypony, he wanted to bring along on his shopping trip. During the short pause when Twi was waiting for Spike to speak up again, Pinkie stuck her head out of Spike's backpack and hissed at Twilight! Pinkie was obviously trying to remind Twi not to tell Spike's secret, but Twilight had already learned her lesson last time and certainly would not mention who the super-secret special somepony was. "I remember, Pinkie! A promise is a promise!" she paused, considering asking about how Pinkie got into the backpack in the first place, but decided maybe it was better not to ask. At this point Spike had a lot of options and a few ponies willing to lend a helping hoof, so Twilight just smiled and waited for Spike to let everypony know what he wanted to do next. This was his special shopping trip, after all.

Scootaloo came scampering back up the stairs with a small pile of rags on her back. Once she got to the doorway she dropped them in a neat little pile on the floor; just in time to hear Rarity and Sweetie Belle talking about changing the plan. The little foal pouted "Awww but guys... I totally got the rags already." but when she heard the new plan it DID actually sound a lot better. Scoot paused for a second like she was lost in thought "Well, AJ probably WOULD be better at bucking the door down. almost like the whole thing was her idea. Scoot looked over the door one more time like she was carefully inspecting it, she wanted to be able to tell Apple Jack exactly what was going on. Once she thought she could do that she looked through the keyhole and said "Ok Rarity we're gonna save you! We'll be back!" and tore back down the hallway to the first floor of the boutique.

She'd been transcribing books before she got her cutie mark and had plenty of practice.

I was thinking that she got her cutie mark pretty late, like as a filly instead of a foal.. and because of her parents and the fact that she hung around the canterlot libraries a lot, the librarians trusted her with books they may not have trusted to many young ponies. Just the way I was picturing things

CUTIE MARK STORY! I knew I forgot something! Thank you Brian

Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Scribe Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Unicorn Scribe's colors are inspired by this photo Eye Color: Warm Red #CC0000 Coat Color: A deep purple tinted gray #50404D Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Her mane and tail are brown #964B00 and just a little bit curly/wavy. She keeps her mane in a high ponytail, it's just long enough that the ends fall around her shoulders. Her tail is medium length, she keeps it simple and just lets it stay naturally wavy. Physique: A little on the short and skinny side, but nothing dramatic. Cutie Mark: An open book with a feather quill scribbling something on the page. In the bottom right corner of the page is a little heart. (I'll get a picture soon) Scribe's cutie mark appeared just as she finished transcribing her first rare book. Although she loved doing it, she was certainly not expecting to get her cutie mark from rare book transcription! After her cutie mark appeared she realized that she wanted to spend her life preserving historic books and ensuring that old knowledge was easily accessible to everypony. Origin/Residence: Born and raised in Canterlot Occupation: Librarian and rare book preservation expert at Canterlot University Motivation: Scribe believes that it is important to preserve knowledge, therefore she uses her special talents to ensure that old literature is kept safe as well as easily accessable. Likes: Books, libraries, peace and quiet, academia, her family, her giant collection of feather quills, and her cat Mr. Boots. Dislikes: Loud or rude ponies, coffee, sports, rain, books they are irreparably damaged (either intentionally or unintentionally) Character Summary: Scribe was practically raised on the campus of Canterlot University, some of her earliest memories are there. Her parents are both university professors and they'd often bring Scribe to campus with them. As a young foal she very much admired and looked up to her parents, and so she emulated them as much as she could. Scribe's emulation of her parents helped to foster her quiet personality and love of learning, two of her most defining features. When Scribe was young she went to school with the other foals, but it just wasn't enough for her. She was always the foal who sat in front of the class and asked endless questions; she just wanted to know more about everything. Scribe would read anything she could get her hooves on, but her favorite was non fiction. Books that could give her real facts about the world around her were the ones that she enjoyed the most. Until Scribe was old enough to attend Canterlot U she was not able to take out university library books herself, but her parents were happy to check them out for her. Of course as soon as she was old enough, she enrolled as a student at Canterlot U. Although she graduated with a degree in history, she still takes classes occasionally. As she grew older, it became clear that her special talent was having an impressive memory. Her memory allowed her to quickly and easily read books and transcribe what she's read. It did not seem like a terribly useful skill until Scribe discovered the Canterlot University's rare book library. The rare book library was full of old, amazing books; on all different types of subjects. What all of the books had in common was that there were few known copies of them, some books in there were one of a kind. An unfortunate property of paper is that it does always survive the test of time very well; therefore, in this library, Scribe's talent for transcription was quite valuable. Ever since her graduation from the university she has worked in the rare book library as a librarian and transcriptionist. The rare book library doesn't get much daily traffic and is known for being one of the quietest places on campus. Scribe takes advantage of the peace and quiet and spends nearly all of her time at work copying books. Transcription is by far her most time consuming duty but also the most rewarding. She copies the rare books for other libraries and universities around Equestria to ensure that their knowledge will not be lost just because the original books are getting too old to be read. Her job also has her reading books in some interesting languages, she's been picking up a few snippets of the native dragon and griffin languages. All of her experience with these languages is written, and therefore Scribe would not be able to speak them at all. Scribe is a bit of a pack rat, her little Canterlot apartment is cluttered full of all sorts of her favorite things. Her living room is practically a library, bookshelves line the walls and they're all packed full. She's also amassed a rather large collection of feather quills over the years because she just can't seem to get enough of them, many of them are exotic or unique. Despite the clutter, Scribe knows exactly where to find just about anything in her apartment, thanks to her eidetic memory. Scribe has very little interest in equestrian politics, and most other current events. She'd much rather hide in a stack of books than worry about what's going on outside of the library. Life is quiet, for Scribe, and she likes it that way. Her favorite companion is her cat, Mr. Boots. Mr. Boots was a gift from Scribe's parents, and she's had him ever since he was a little kitten. At night after Scribe gets home from work the two are nearly inseparable, he'll often accompany Scribe on any errands she has to run.

and you jumped right into Dirty Lyrics! thank you I was totally hoping the new Rarity would pick that thread up! *flutteryay*

As Twilight finally stopped thinking about her list and actually looked at the baby dragon who was standing right in front of her, she realized that he looked like he was nervous about something. The two of them had been together long enough for Twilight to know when Spike was trying to keep a secret. "The culinary section! right..." Twilight said as she smirked and raised an eyebrow. Before she could open her mouth to say anything else about the library, Spike jumped back into the conversation with a long, even more suspicious offer to help out. Twilight continued smirking at Spike, just trying to figure out what the hay he was up to. "Oh it was for Applejack; well Apple Bloom really, but I can bring it over to sweet apple acres myself that isn't a problem! As for chores, I think the only chores that have to get done are in the library. At least... I can't think of any errands." her eyes wandered towards the big backpack that Spike was carrying. "What were you out here doing, anyway? you usually only bring a backpack if you're already doing errands."

If a comment is not made saying you would like to keep this character, it will be removed in 5 days.

Hey Mojo! I like this character I'm going to have to ask you to change him to a cast character for me though, he will be tier 3. Only because it would be better for your cast ties, Thanks Mojo. As soon as you get that done I'll stamp him!

Twilight stood in the middle of the quiet little side room of her library and stared dully at the bookshelf in front of her. The book she was looking for was in here somewhere, at least it was suppose to be. Twi scoured through all of the shelves twice now and she still couldn't find the library's copy of Silly Filly, You Can't Eat All of Those Apples!. It wasn't terribly important that she find it today but Applejack had mentioned Apple Bloom looking for a copy and Twilight always loved it when she could help her friends out, especially with a book! The mare let out a little bored sigh and gave up on her search, at least for now. Since Spike handled most of the shelving and organizing, he probably knew where it was off the top of his head. As she walked into the main room of the library she yelled for Spike "Spike! Spike are you in here?" but there was no answer "I wonder where that dragon ran off to... " at this point she was simply talking to herself. Since Spike didn't seem to be home and Twilight didn't have much studying to take care of for once, she decided to head to town and see if she could find him. Few things bothered her more than losing a book, especially one that was hidden somewhere in her own library. After grabbing her saddle bags and putting a few books she was reading into one of the pockets she headed out the door. Twilight didn't have to go far, Spike was actually right near the library talking to Fluttershy. Twilight approached the two of them and smiled "Hi Fluttershy! Hey Spike!" but before she let anypony get a word in she continued on "Spike do you know where our copy of Silly Filly, You Can't Eat All of Those Apples! went? because I was just looking all over for it... and while I was looking around the library I noticed that a lot of the books weren't where they should be. When was the last time you double checked all of the shelving? I think it's on the list of things to do this week. Now that I think about it, where IS the to do list for this week? I haven't seen that around either." She finally stopped talking as she trailed off, thinking about her to do list.