JotaroKujo

A light khaki stallion was minding his own business, when he came along the troubled pony. "What's the matter? he asked.

Yeah, you filled it out correctly. I can be the caretaker, if that makes things better. I'll also do a post transformation. So on that note, can you and I begin the rp, Rarity?

Id be fine with that

here it is: /http://www.canterlot.com/topic/16215-transformation-rp-open-to-everyone-reservation/

You just think of a scenario. Ummmmm, If you want i have a thread and we can rp there. But only if you want

Ill rp

Hey,

I'd like to rp with someone. Basically the plot is someone winds up on my (or your) porch, and he or she has no recollection of what happened to them, and they are becoming gravely sick. I (or you) decide to take care of he or she, and it turns out that slowly, he or she is turning into a colorful, pastel equine, with a changed personality as well. Hilarity ensues and **** happens. No ERP in this thread. Anyone can join, just leave a form and reply to the OP. It should look like this:

Role: (transformee, caretaker to transformee, or either[if so please list preference].)

Name: (Both normal, and if transformee, OC or pony name.)

(transformee only.) Character Description: (Picture or quick description of OC)

(transformee only.) TG (transgender) preferences:(put yes or no)

(Caretaker only) Post transformation preferences(transform after taking care of transformee.

Misc:(anything else you feel is neccesary to tell)

My Example:

Role: Transformee

Name: Paul Speareson; Noontime Sonnet

Character description description: Has a knack for writing poetry. Pic: http://imgur.com/QvBYeyc

TG Preferences: No TG

Misc: Im decent with RP. I might tend to narrate what happens.

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Harvest the wheat, send 7 ponies to do the job. The remaining 3, will bake bread and assess the new fields for plowing and irrigation. When the harvest is done, 6 ponies will plough the field, and then set up another irrigation system after it has been ploughed. After this, planting of summer crops will begin, which will take 4 horses, and the other ponies will bake, and go to the forest to search for fruit in the trees, and chop down as many as possible to make wood. the fallen trees will be replaced with fruit trees, that will be mature and harvested by future generations.

(can I hop in?)

"Mike, you can probably just give them a call, I've really gotta start heading to the market. If anyone wants to come with me feel free to." He started trudging along, and soon enough he was there.

"Oh hi Mono," said Noontime,"Care to go to the grocery store to get a bite?"

"I think it might be easier for others depending on their cutie mark," said Noontime,"but yeah I can use a controller and open doors. The world will adjust to this soon enough."

Noontime turned to the filly,"And yes, I myself just happen to be a brony." he said

"Well, that oats and grass parts is kinda why Im going to the grocery store," said Noontime,"But I can still use my hooves to pick up things and type."

"Well, can you see much difference for the worse in your life as a pony?" said Noontime.

"Well, apparently there's some kind of weird virus that turns whoever is infected into a pastel pony over the course of a few days," Noontime said,"I was getting groceries, I have to be off now."

Noontime saw an azure colt running towards him along with the cute yellow mare. He assumed that he needed help too. When the colt got close enough, Noontime extended greeting by saying:"Hey, are you confused about what happened too?"

"Me neither," noontime said,"What's your name?"

(could you respond to my post, storm chaser?

Noontime stepped outside into the crisp summer air and looked around. The grocery store was about 2 miles away, but you reckoned you could probably trot there on your new pony legs. about midway through, noontime saw a Yellow foal trotting around.

"Hi," he said as he approached it he young filly

P.S. (When planting gets done, there will be needed 5 farmers for field maintenance, so much off time is expected. It is advised that they go look for resources in their offline, such as wood and stone, and start fortifying their houses.)

Since maintenance on the fields were pretty low, and currently Noontime hadn't gotten any word from the craftsponies yet. He decided he would toil in making a bread oven a bit away from his tent. It was hard finding sufficient clay for the walls, but after much exploration on the banks of the river and much work in making the clay, he had fashioned a nice large oven suited for cooking bread, based on the size of it he could crank out around 60 loaves everyday when he tried his hardest. By no means did it provide any spare time for writing, but still, he felt that by making an oven he was getting much done. Among other things, the requested field by the river had an irrigation system beggining to be installed, and he reckoned that if about 2 workers that he requested labor on it enough, in a months time it should be ready for planting.

Noontime realized he was hungry, he checked the fridge but there was no produce there. Im gonna go to the store to get some food, anyone wanna come with?" noontime said.

"Oh," said noontime,"Well apparently all of the worlds been affected but hasn't turned yet, so it's safe to go outside."

Noontime sonnet was walking through a graveyard one day, to get inspiration for writing, when he sees that there are some ponies discussing something over by a rather sad looking grey colt. He walks up to the bronze one and says,"What's all the matter about?"

Noontime scythed away at the wild wheat that lay in the north field, with the other harvesters at his command. It wasn't like him to let others do all the work, so he too did his fair share. Based on progress that the fatmers made, the entire field should be harvested in 2 days time. From there, they would begin ploughing by the river to get acces to nice irrigation( the wheat fields would be exhausted of nutrients). After about a week of ploughing, planting would begin, and regular overseeing and irrigation would begin. Irrigation was important and all, but first priority was to get a granary set up to store food. Harvestibg of the fruit was going quite nicely in the orchards. You estimate that the net provisions you make everyday is somewhere around just enough for every pony and then enough to store for winter. It was hard working in the sun, but noontime was glad that he could return everyday to scribble poetry in his house.