Coconutswallow

The giggling, there was a lot of it, but Silver supposed that was a good thing. She was enthusiastic about her job. That was commendable. His hoof came to his chin as he gave careful thought to each of the options she presented. What was he in the mood for? A variation on the usual would suffice, as he wasn’t feeling particularly adventurous that morning, or indeed most mornings. He opened his mouth to give his order when he was interrupted by the hasty arrival of another customer. A rather rude arrival. He turned to look at this new patron and raised an eyebrow. He had seen his share of crystal ponies since the Kingdom had been re-discovered, but he had never seen one quite so… disheveled. He really didn’t know what the mare was thinking leaving her home in such a state. Was her ability to prepare herself in the morning that impaired without strong coffee? He shook his head inwardly, perking his ears up as he was addressed. "Whenever you are ready... Mister... I never got your name..." “I’m Silver Platter, and I would like a medium roast coffee with a small pinch of sugar and a large amount of cream. Add some cinnamon to that too, if you would. Additionally, I would like two scones, please.” Having finished his order, he couldn’t help but glance sidelong at the other customer. It would continue to irritate him if he didn’t just up and ask. He turned to her. “Miss, would you like a comb?” He motioned to the pouch slung around him that held his book.

Ah, the café. It wasn’t a restaurant. It wasn’t a quiet bench. It straddled the line between the peaceful and the social. Silver Platter still didn’t quite know what to make of it. Normally he would have just headed to the park but he felt a craving for something to drink before embarking on his journey through his new book, The Table Knife: A Straightforward History. It looked to be a delightful read for a free afternoon and he would be remiss to have it be without a little refreshment. He barely noticed the place until it was right before him. It certainly wasn’t there days prior. Carmella’s Cup? It wasn't just a café, but a new café. He wondered if it was really worth a leap of faith. The service could be terrible. The food could be tear-inducing. The atmosphere could completely sap away the entire experience— so many possibilities of his afternoon being completely ruined. The exterior of the place was inviting, at least, he had to give it that. He stared at it for a few seconds longer and nodded slightly. Perhaps it was worth a try. There were other afternoons if this one took a poor turn and besides, he was curious to know if he had come across a new, brilliant, entrepreneur. Those were always worth keeping tabs on. He opened the door and took the plunge. To his satisfaction, he was not accosted with a gut-wrenching smell or a decorative theme that made his eyes bleed. In fact, the theme was rather cozy and well thought out, a feeling reinforced by the inviting smell that permeated the place. Walking up to the counter, he took note of the lack of business. The place must have just opened. Good for him, less business meant better opportunities to enjoy his book. He decided on a good window seat before he reached the counter and took a look at the mare behind it. She didn’t have the appearance of a pony that had just gotten out of bed and she carried herself well. That boded nicely. Respectability in appearance was one of the pillars of good business. Glancing at the menu and at the plethora of available baked goods underneath the glass, he realized that he didn’t quite know what he wanted. He looked up at the mare. “I’ll admit, I’m a bit undecided. What would you recommend?”

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Silver Platter Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye Colour: Hazel Coat: His coat is a light brown and is often adorned with a suit or vest, potentially a dinner jacket in the right situations. Mane/Tail: His mane is light silver and is combed back on his head. His tail is of medium length and is also well combed, nothing fancy. He’s clean shaven and wears spectacles most of the time. Physique: By all accounts, his physique is average, ample enough to do some heavy lifting but not muscular enough to make a hard-working farm pony feel intimidated. Residence: Canterlot Occupation: He’s a butler for a fairly well-to-do novelist. Cutie Mark: It’s, you guessed it, a silver platter, one shown at an angle with intricate designs on the edges. It represents his willingness and ability to provide assistance to ponies as well as a skill for etiquette and organization. He earned it as a colt when his father brought him along to his restaurant to show him how such a place was run. Upon arriving, his father found out that the head waiter was out sick along with half of the waiting staff. The survivors of this pandemic were left clueless. To the great surprise of his father, Silver, who had spent all his visits to the restaurant observing the operation of the tables, naturally stepped into the role of head waiter and started ordering the staff around. With no better alternative, they listened to the young pony, and in an hour he had them up to workable efficiency. He personally went to the table of every customer, inquiring them about their experience, making suggestions for what to order, and correcting any problems that arose from their experience. At the end of a full day of running the waiting staff and assisting customers, his cutie mark appeared. History: Silver’s parents were worlds apart. Well… cities apart. Well… one was a chef from Manehattan and the other was a farmer’s daughter. One knew how to grow rhubarb. The other knew how to make it into a pie. It was love at first sight. Ere too long, a wedding was had, two different family lifestyles briefly clashed, such things were delicately settled, and the two lovebirds relocated to the city where they both found work at a restaurant. From there, Silver was born. His mother took every opportunity to instill her son with as much country wisdom as a half-city head could hold. She instilled in him a passion for helping ponies at every opportunity and I desire to always be courteous. His father took every opportunity to instill his son with the notion of being subtly confident and an appreciation for organization. The result was a respectable, if not easily irritable foal. He was not the most popular amongst his fellows at the park playgrounds, constantly correcting any foal he saw who was not using a toy or playpiece correctly. After receiving a mouthful of dirt from an angry shove off a swing, Silver soon learned a valuable lesson about keeping things to oneself. It wasn't too many years after his birth that Silver's family had another addition in the form of a younger sister. He happily volunteered to help take care of her and his parents never once needed to hire a babysitter. They were a little concerned when the first thing their daughter learned to hold in her mouth was a duster but Silver called it fantastic progress. His sister and he developed a close bond, though she was always more easy-going and bubbly than he was. Silver attended one of Manehattan’s public schools and started to become more properly social, now asking if a pony desired to use his handkerchief before shoving it into their face. He enjoyed his education and received rather high grades, though he found the entire system a little lacking. He looked upon his teacher with pity. The poor mare couldn't even write fine script on the chalkboard. One day, after class was dismissed, he approached her and gave her a paper he had written in his spare time detailing ways she could improve the class. Stunned and vaguely insulted, his teacher couldn't deny the helpfulness of his suggestions. She decided to let him be her little assistant, and they quickly developed a working relationship. She had a big influence on his life and passed her love for books onto him. This led to a fascination with art and its history, and his mother, also a lover of the arts and the opportunities the city provided in viewing it, decided to take him on regular trips to the museum. Through these trips he developed a keen interest in sculptures, and gave his mother a lot of consternation by insisting on looking at each statue they came across for at least ten minutes. He usually required uprooting in the form of his sister posing in front of the stone object of his interest while making silly faces. Inspired by his becoming the teacher's assistant, he wondered what else he could lend a helping hoof to. He eventually started his own little cleaning crew for keeping the local community looking its best. His father loved the idea and helped him run it and through their efforts their neighborhood won an award from the mayor's office for being the cleanest area in the city (though in comparison to the rest of Manehattan, perhaps that didn't mean much). At this point he started seriously considering what he should be doing with his life and started joining his father at his restaurant. His father was ecstatic at his interest and, not being the most observant pony in the world, became quite confident that his son would grow up to be a crafter of food just as he was. He welcomed his future little chef having as much early experience as possible, failing to notice that his son was far more interested in watching the serving staff than the cooking staff. Then he got his cutie mark. Though initially disappointed, his father quickly welcomed his son’s discovery of his purpose and ensured the restaurant’s owner kept him on as a waiter, not that the owner needed much convincing. About two years into his new job he had captured the attention of one particular, obviously upper class patron that graced their door one night. The stallion was surprised at the supreme courteousness of his waiter, his ability to judge what would be in his best tastes, and at his well of knowledge. After all, the waiter knew how to pronounce foreign dishes correctly and knew the names of famous Equestrian artists. Silver and this unicorn conversed well after closing hours and the stallion eventually asked if Silver was interested in coming to work with him as his valet. He was taken in by this rich pony's respectability and after giving it a little thought and talking it over with his family, Silver agreed. The stallion he had agreed to work for was a novelist with old money that was visiting Manehattan as a respite from the air of Canterlot and Silver took the trip back to Equestria's capitol with him. He proved himself both an excellent personal assistant as well as a great sounding board for the author’s many ideas. It wasn't long before he was promoted to butler and started running the entire servant staff of the estate. They took to him well and he quickly earned their respect. He proved more than invaluable to his employer and they became good friends. That familiarity brought with it frequent spats between the two, but Silver was such a font of helpful advice that any disagreements fizzled rather hastily. He's been the inspiration behind at least one half of a novel by now. Character Summary: The thing to understand about Silver is that, to him, there is no mode but that of being a butler. Even a relaxing evening dinner with friends is not safe from the correcting of proper use of utensils or careful rearranging of the plates on the table after the waiter that put them there has moved out of sight. Poor grammar will be pointed out, dirty things will get wiped down by a handkerchief, and breath mints will be hoofed out to strong offenders of poor dental hygiene. To Silver, such actions are almost involuntary, as natural as arranging silverware. He will desist if it becomes clear that such corrections bother anypony in his vicinity, though anypony that persists in clearly improper behavior will quickly wear on him. Not that he would mention such a thing to them. A longsuffering face and polite, subtle snark is the only proper response. In regular conversation, he tends to be rather quiet, far more of a listener than a talker, however if asked for advice or for input on a certain topic he will gladly prattle on for as long as he think he can without being rude. He rarely asks for advice from others himself, however, unless he is in completely over his head. He is more than content to spend his free time alone with a book or some such, but he has no dislike for company, and is quite the host when he has other ponies over. He gets quite a bit of free time in his life due to his employer’s rather frequent bouts of “Muse Time.” He has had quite a few days open up from the sudden uttering of “Platter, quick, take leave! I feel the muses surrounding me and they are demanding silence! Silence, I say!” In this free time, Silver reads quite a lot— but not fiction, dear Celestia, not fiction. He has more than his share of “fictional writing” being the butler of a novelist. Instead he has bookshelves filled with such things as “A History of the Art of Sculpture” and “Mr. Manner’s Definitive Guide for Proper Etiquette.” He also enjoys putting together models when the mood strikes him, having a dresser topped with them. Apart from the indoors he has a small garden that he enjoys tending to, and past his home he’s greatly involved in his local community— “greatly involved” here meaning that he likes his streets clean and the local parks well tended. If they are not, then a meeting might very well be called. Beware of the crisp envelope in your mailbox with the immaculate hoofwriting on the front. He doesn't have any real ambitions in life other than to live a relatively quiet and peaceful one. Assisting ponies and contributing to the general properness of ponykind gives him plenty enough fulfillment. However, he would ultimately like to retire. From there he’d proceed to… do not much different, but he’d be able to say he was “retired” and that always sounds nice. At the top of Silver’s List of Splendid Things are fine silverware, excellent manners, and clear enunciation. He likes things as organized as can be. His bookshelves are alphabetized, his furniture regularly dusted, and his room layout efficiently setup. He absolutely adores fine dining, whether it be at a fancy restaurant or hosted at a decorated dinner table. To him, it’s one of life’s pure pleasures. He has great admiration for those who know how to cook well and he harbors a love of exotic foods. He enjoys things that test his brain, such as chess and word puzzles. He has a love for the art of sculpture and will spend more time than most ponies would consider healthy staring analytically at statues. It’s recommended that anypony who wishes to make fun of him during such an activity use proper diction. If it’s a frown you wish to bring to Silver’s face then you need only act like a slob. The idea of a “carefree” lifestyle is one that he very much does not understand and he sees a life lived without cleanliness, organization, and etiquette to be one with wasted potential. Overbearing ponies which talk at the speed of Wonderbolt flight will also earn his ire, as will excessively flashy clothing. Simplistic fashion is proper fashion. Also, proper conduct at the dinner table is a must if one wishes to be invited back by him. For those ponies to which an invitation is optional, it should be kept in mind that springing upon his abode without prior notification will, in all likelihood, elicit a startled response and severe head-clutching at the rudeness of it all. In short, Silver can be rather a grump, a grump with a high level of toleration and a willingness to give a nigh infinite number of second chances to anypony.

Even more welcomes? All of you are too kind! Many thanks to every one of you! I'd start handing out cookies, but let's be honest, that'd be going overboard. Ah, thank you exceedingly for the RP direction guidance! My favorite books? Dear Celestia, I don't know if I have a year to spare typing here, but I can say that Terry Pratchett is quite amazing, and I am quite ashamed to say that I have yet to read the whole Discworld series yet. I'm certainly working on it, however. Recently I've been devouring P.G. Wodehouse, who has firmly established himself to me as my authorial idol. I've also decided to start reading A Song of Ice and Fire series because I got hooked onto the television show. Now you're providing songs to pull me into the fold? I'm sold! And keep in mind! If it's a exclamation point battle you wish to initiate, I will bring my A game! Of course it is! I suggested it, didn't I? Or else? I'll have you know that I graduated top of my class in tea sipping. I doubt you wish to challenge such dangerous training.

Thank you, thank you, all of you! The only way you could make this welcome more wonderful is if you handed out $100 bills right at the door, which is a splendid idea that I suggest you start implementing right away. I hope to become more acquainted with all of you soon. Please don't start competing for my affections, it's quite uncouth and can be shortcut by just giving me flattering praises. Now I'm off to take residence in your cupboards. Ah, so the snack table is in the bathroom. Fantastic. Just where my aunt used to put it.

Salutations, you strangers, you! I'm Coconutswallow! I like exclamation points! Don't be scared! I'll stop using them eventually! See? Now, as far as introductions go, well, I'm a My Little Pony fan, a strange facet of me to be sure, but one I'm sure you all will find quite familiar for some reason. I also enjoy quite a many other things, such as reading just about anything well recommended, playing video games in attacking binges, and watching far more television than should be allowed by the laws of man. I rarely wear matching socks, I prefer my mashed potatoes laden with pepper, and I dislike coffee, marking me for death amongst respectable society. Recently the hankering for RPing has come upon me again and I've decided to pursue this fancy both for entertainment and as a regular way for me to practice my writing skills, something that I need to start sharpening more often. This isn't my first time at the RP rodeo, though it has been awhile, so hopefully you folks will tolerate moi as I dip my toes back into the water. If not, I can and will return to my stock of exclamation points and arm them with highly lethal and apologetic statements! Hopefully that covers just about everything relevant having to do with me. I look forward to the company of you fine people!