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YAY! I love seeing things like this. Congrats, Disk!

I'm pretty sure I have everyone on the list now, and I have a few underway. I'm picking away bit by bit, and I'm hoping to have something to show for it to you guys this week. Also.... I'll take yours, and then I'm going to temporarily close the list until I finish the ones I currently have! I'm not closing permanent, or, honestly, for very long. I just want to get through what I have so far, and then I'll be ready for more! Somehow I missed responding to this, omg I'm sorry! He is most certainly available! Just give me a couple of days to get you a nicely cleaned up version of the drawing and he's all yours!

Zecora had noticed the trouble with her cart that morning as she hauled her goods into town. It wobbled a bit, threw off her gait, and slowed her down. When she'd arrived and settled in for the day she took a closer look, and noticed the metal band around the wooden wheel was pitted and digging into the wood, causing it to splinter. There were the faintest beginnings of a crack forming as well. Not one to put off such a thing, she'd asked a few of her customers where she might take care of the problem. Someone had mentioned a new repair shop opening in town, not far from where she'd parked. As her wares began to sell down, and her saddlebags grow heavy with bits, she decided to pack up a couple of hours early, grateful for the busy day. She stepped into the harness and pulled the wagon to the front of the shop, feeling out the damage as she went, hoping to help give an accurate assessment of the damage to the pony who would repair it for her. She sized up the damage and turned to the storefront, smiling to herself at the clever sign. The bells jingled as she pushed open the door and stepped into the shop, approaching the counter and the dark blue pony standing there. "Excuse me sir, but I am in need of help with the cart that I usually lead," Zecora began, nodding towards the door. "I've parked it out front, and I'm sorry to say that the rim of its wheel has begun to fray. I noticed that you're open, and the sign you wrote, could you kindly provide me with a repair quote?"

Got a little busy, guys, but I'm still working on these! Just wanted to let you all know I haven't forgotten or vanished just yet. I started a new job and it's kept me a little busy recently.

Babs smiled to herself, caught up in an internal war. Should she lay out her hand now? See what he'd throw her way? In spite of his plain hatred of the press, his personal vendettas seemed to be a much heavier influence. She could tell, though, that she was going to have to be the one to give, he was the sort of stallion who got things his way. She may as well give up this one. "Well, to be perfectly honest, Max," Babbles leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "That might be exactly the sort of thing I want to hear." She took a sip of her drink, studying his reaction for a moment. He hadn't run off yet, so she pressed on. "I'm playing for the enemy team." She shifted a bit to show him the press pass she'd levitated up out of the pocket on her saddlebag briefly before tucking it securely back inside.

Sealight smiled and nodded to Tobias, trotting through the door he held for her, stopping short at the sight of the unicorn before them. "Well, it seems business may pick up a bit sooner than I thought!" Sealight laughed softly. "My name is Sealight, and I'm the proprietor here. It's a pleasure to met you, White Spade. This is Tobias, and he's a newly arrived guest here." Sealight nodded toward Tobias. "We were just about to take a walk to the lakeside, if you'd like to join us. I'd be happy to set you up with a room if you'd rather get a bit of rest, though."

Dellios watched the ponies curiously, still a bit unsure of himself. He rustled his feathers as they hopped into the basket, unsure if he was ready to be in such close quarters with unfamiliar creatures. He had felt a bit out of place in the basket to begin with, having never flown by means other than his own wings, and in spite of the rush to keep up, had much preferred following in the air. He decided to take wing and fly alongside. "I can keep an eye on things from out here if Inkwell watches the mechanics in there," Dellios said, wheeling close enough to the balloon to be heard, careful not to jostle the basket. "You certainly seem like you could use a bit of rest, Ashton. Take a nap, we'll look out for any signs of trouble."

My two favorite comics, and the latter is definitely not safe for the linking, but so wonderful. I'm also a fan of octopuspie and tiny kitten teeth

Thanks guys! I added you both to the list. It's been a crazy busy week, but I'll have things up soon!

Ah yes, it was the fires. Murmur had picked that one up from a friend of someone who knew the pony Rockefilly hired, of course. She smiled indulgently at his rant, taking a sip of her drink in a vain attempt to hide the thrill that ran up her withers at that magic word. Interview. He'd keep her gossip collumn flowing longer than any other pony she'd managed to wrangle into talking on the record. Not that there was such a thing as off the record with Babbles. She had to play this carefully. She set her drink back down on the bar, the question remained, how coy was she going to put on. He had an inkling she was more than she was letting on, to be sure, and his confidence was clearly kicking in. But how much did he know? "I never miss a good party." No need to lie, but no need to be completely forthcoming unless absolutely necessary either. She stirred her drink with magic, knowing full well the glow from her horn would set off the light hint of blush that grew on her cheeks at his flattery. She wanted to hook him before revealing she was an enemy cohort. "I'm a bit of a regular fixture in Canterlot's night life, I suppose you could say."

Zecora bustled around her hut, checking each shelf and bottle to see what she had on hand and making note of what would need refilling soon. Once satisfied she'd covered them all she turned her attention toward her books of tonics and remedies. "Something new today, I think," she said to herself. "So that my business doesn't sink." She glanced at her cart in the corner, brimming with stock. It had been a while since she had last hauled it into Ponyville, the weather in the forest hadn't cooperated on her last few market days. She nosed through the book for a moment before flipping it closed with a sigh. "A change of pace may be what I need," she crossed the room to her front door, throwing it wide open. "Something to bring me back up to speed." She snatched her baskets off the hook by the door and slung them over her back, trotting out to her garden. She kept her ears perked to the path leading to her hut as she worked, listening in case any visitors approached.

"I'm Babbles," the unicorn said with a smile and a hint of a curtsy. "Call me Babs. Your eccentric friend must have some imagination." She didn't buy the story for a minute. And the stallion's order only confirmed her suspicions. She was quick to assess the situation, and decided to keep her profession, particularly the nature of her particular brand of journalism to herself. Hoping, of course, that no one that might happen to approach the bar would recognize her and blow her cover. "So you have a reputation, do you? What might I have heard about you," Babs kept her voice light, calling to mind every rumor about the Rockefilly clan she'd ever heard. The list was long. "I can't say I've heard much about you, Max." Lie. "Though that may be because I hardly ever get a chance to make it to Manehatten." Also a lie, and one she sold with a quiet giggle and a flutter of her eyelashes. She'd spent the previous weekend in Manehatten dishing with a friend who'd moved there only a few months previously. What was it Murmur had told her about the handsome young Rockefilly again...? Babs cut her eyes at the pony who'd just approached the bar, her breath catching for a moment before realizing she didn't recognize the mare at all. Her ruse would last a bit longer, anyway.

Rainleaf, sheltering his kitty from the rain, for Doc Hoof MD Catnapper, squinting (adorably) because she can't find her glasses. Goggles. Yeah. For Catnapper. Shimmerstar, working on the next great Equestrian literary masterpiece, for Shimmerstar. Next up, Iggy for Dubstep (which I'll get started on today!)

My birthday was two days ago, feel free to redirect all birthday wishes in this direction.

I love the idea for more events, be they contests or RP events. I'm also a big fan of Techno Tealeaf's idea for a spotlighted character of the week. It'd be a great way to spread the RP love.

"Nice to meet you both," Dellios gave a small bow to the two new ponies, observing them carefully. Artists, he noted, trying to sneak a quick glance at their work. Ponies were certainly proving to be far more intriguing than he'd ever given them credit for. "Doesn't trouble me a bit, I can see this isn't the easiest place to extract yourself from." He glanced around the forest before turning back to Ashton. "I got a bit caught up in exploring," Del said sheepishly. "I completely lost track of when to meet you two, when I saw the balloon lifting off without me in the distance. I took off and have been chasing the two of you all this way. I was just about caught up to you when the balloon started to go down. I tried to help, but I might have done a bit more harm than good, I'm sorry." Del looked over the balloon, the damage didn't seem too bad, he hoped whoever they were aiming to deliver the contraption to wouldn't mind a few scrapes.

Babbles levitated a few bits out of her small saddlebag to cover the drink and the tip, idly taking a sip as she let them fall gently to the bar. Her attention snapped back to the bartender as the fruity concoction hit her taste buds. With an approving nod she added a few more bits to the pile. "Perfect, thank you." She said sincerely, smiling at the bartender briefly before flicking her ears back toward the two stallions at the bar. Her suspicions about the slightly off-kilter gentlepony had been correct, no surprise there. With her face a perfect mask of disinterest she turned toward them, letting her eyes drift across the crowd behind the pair. Miners? Gorgons? An ancient seal? Far from the usual salt lick gossip, that's for sure. Babs feigned as much disinterest as possible at the stallion's exit, drinking in the reaction of the pony he left gaping at thin air. "He seems to have left you a bit rattled," Babs said coyly as the white stallion's red faced stare caught her eye. She moved down the bar closer to him, levitating her drink alongside her. She glanced in the direction the other pony had disappeared. "I've never seen him around the city before. Then again, I haven't seen you around either." She turned her attention back to the stallion, smiling warmly and laying on the charm. "What did you say your name was?"

"Hmm?" Babbles said idly before tearing her gaze from a knot of stylish ponies across the room. She blinked in surprise, realizing it was the bartender speaking to her, and recovered quickly. "Oh! Of course, um... something fruity. Easy on the liquor. Please." She gave a saccharine smile before scanning the room for the ponies she'd been watching, but they'd already scattered. As she let her keen eyes rove the room for someone new to catch her attention, she noted the glare from the pony she'd pegged as a Rockefilly and smiled to herself. She'd pegged correctly, a gallant smile overshadowed that glare to anyone not looking closely enough. Charm hiding his true intentions, classic Rockefilly behavior. She wondered if the vaguely batty looking pony he was getting chummy with would prove more interesting than she gave him credit for and perked her ears toward the two stallions, pointedly keeping her gaze elsewhere.

I seriously wrote out this century long reply that addressed everyone and the internet ate it. wtfwtfwtf Anyway, the gist was: I'm so glad everyone liked their ****, now I just need to draw an earth pony with a mangled leg and the set will be complete, and also the form ain't no thang, it's just to make sure I have all the info I need. List is updated, I'm going to do some drawing

Babbles glided through the crowd to the bar. She was, after all, more observer than guest, and if there was any vantage point for a large party better than the bar, she had yet to find it. Something good would be happening during the course of the evening and she'd be damned if she was going to miss it. She sidled up to the bar, choosing a point to the side where she could lean ever-so-casually and still have a full view of the room. She barely acknowledged the bartender, or the babbling stallion that had approached just before her, but she made note of the other two vaguely familiar faces. She knew the knight, of course, she made a point of knowing anyone who was anyone in Canterlot, whether they chose to retire to the boonies or not. The other stallion she couldn't quite place. His appearance, finely groomed, expensive clothing, bits for a cutie mark, certainly pointed to wealth. Which likely pointed to good breeding as well. A Rockefilly, perhaps? Babs let her attention sweep out over the room, looking for something or someone to catch her eyes or ears.

How did I miss posting Babs in her Gala outfit? I drew this ages ago.

Sealight smiled, nodding in acknowledgement of the thanks. "I'm afraid you're right about there not being much activity," she sighed softly, glancing toward the door. "Though I have only just opened." She shook her mane briefly and turned her attention back to Tobias. "Perhaps you'd like to join me for a stroll to the lake? I cannot go far, I need to listen for approaching guests, but the lake shore is very close, I'd be able to hear anyone coming quite easily." Sealight got to her feet and stepped toward the doors to the back patio, nudging them open and taking a deep breath of fresh air. She looked back at Tobias, realizing he seemed very comfortable right where he was, and wondered just how rude it was of her to suggest a walk to a weary traveler. "You're welcome to stay and rest, of course, if you like, but I would enjoy your company."

With a brief, slowly building rustle through the trees to their north, Dellios spilled into the clearing, obviously having crashed out of a low flight pattern through the branches. He got to his feet, shaking his muscles out from head to tail and sorting out the bags he'd dropped, trying to recover any lost dignity from his landing. "Don't you dare leave me here," he huffed at Ashton. "You will not believe some of the things I've run into. I finally spotted the balloon through the trees as you were inflating it, though." He looked around, catching sight of the two new ponies and awkwardly nodding to each. He was very much unsure of the proper social protocol among ponies. He took a step closer to Ashton and lowered his voice. "I saw Lola take wing shortly after I lost control trying to steady the basket, as long as she's avoided the... beasts in this place she is likely okay. I was hoping she'd already found you. I am glad to see you've landed unharmed."

WOO YEAH HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Awwwright. So here's the long overdue round of requests... Haggle, for Draggle Tobias for holypony20 Cake Wrecks, with his cart, for MyLittlePonyTales And Noxious Mane for Dubstep (or Dubstep's friend...) Now, if there are any more, I promise it wont take me two or three months or whatever ridiculous length of time I've been gone. Sorry guys! Hope you like them