Slazer

Mmmm, seafooooooooood... Seconding Robikku, then I'm gonna go cry in a corner because I'll never taste this perfection.

Memory Lane answered Applejack's request for bits with a confused look, glancing down at the two gold coins he had already placed on the stand and then back up at the farmer-filly's eyes. "Um... I did, already. You said two bushels for two bits, right?" He tentatively asked, uncertain how she would respond. Friendly though she may be, it didn't escape Lane's mind that Applejack was a business-pony, and he didn't want to come off as somepony trying to start a haggle. He knew from experience that those didn't end well where he was concerned.

Yeah, Slazer here. By now, I believe most of the people here understand why I don't like doing blogs that much: I have problems finding things to talk about, and I'm not one of the sort who enjoys blabbing about every little detail in my life, so I can't use a blog for that, either. This leads to infrequent updates, but it also means most of the things I talk about will be things that have a lot of meaning to me. This is one of them. I've been a citizen of Canterlot.com for right around eight months or so, and I've had loads of fun here. The reason I'm blogging for the first time in half a year is because I'd like to hear from the people I've been roleplaying with for such a long time: how have I been doing? What have I done right, what have I messed up, am I putting too much or too little in my posts, what are your opinions on my characters as they've been portrayed, et cetera. I genuinely want to know what you have to think. This kind of stuff- writing, developing characters and personalities, creating worlds through words- is what I want to do for a living, and I roleplay here as much to practice my creativity and diction as I do to have fun. So, all of that said, what do you think of how I roleplay? Be honest, and don't mince words if you feel you have a lot to say: you don't improve without knowing exactly what you're doing wrong.

Memory Lane raised an eye-brow at Applejack's gesture towards the red stallion, absentmindedly retrieving a few bits from the bit pouch as he asked, "You know that pony?" It wasn't every day that a stallion from a rural farm stole a kiss from one of the rulers of Equestria, and Lane was eager for a bit of information about the lucky guy. He looked between the two as he set down his money on the stand and returned his money to it's hiding place, noting the similarly apple-themed cutie marks on the two ponies; they were probably from the same clan, which meant... "He's family, I take it?"

I'm sorry this was too perfect.

My power may be out for a few days, so I probably won't be around starting tomorrow. I'll post again if something changes.

Memory Lane suddenly felt this situation had spiraled right out of his control. Whether it was the sudden close contact with Applejack or the fact she had essentially chosen his purchase for him, he had no idea; probably both. Well, I did ask for her opinion. It still seemed rather unsettling to the even-tempered stallion that she seemed so... upset, for lack of a better description, about his simple taste in apples. Rather than say anything about her apparent annoyance or her uncomfortable proximity, Lane just grinned awkwardly and nodded as she gave the price for a bushel. "That's a fair price." Actually, buck fair; when he thought about it for a moment, that was downright amazing compared to what apples cost in Canterlot! At that price, maybe he could even... "I'll go ahead and buy a bushel of McIntoshes, too. Those are pretty good on a salad, if you ask me. What do you think?" Well, now that he'd poked the proverbial dragon a second time, Lane only hoped that he could salvage this encounter by exchanging likes on apples. Just to show he was serious, he lifted his hat with a quick flourish of his green magic and removed the small sack of bits hidden underneath; an unusual hiding place, sure, but it was amazing what a little tolerance and a holding charm could accomplish.

"Well, howdy there mister. I like yer hat. Hats are fun!" As he approached the apple stand-slash-adhoc kissing booth, Memory Lane admittedly had no idea what to expect from this sandy-maned mare, but it was hardly surprising that the first thing she talked about was his hat. What was surprising was that she seemed to like it, given the number of comments he got so often to the contrary (being called 'cuphead' during a particular field trip came to mind), and he couldn't help but raise an eye-brow as he closed the journal still levitating infront of him and slipped it back into his saddlebag. "Really? That's, uh... thank you." He chuckled, trying to let go of his nerves. She seemed like a nice enough gal just from first impressions alone, and unlike many ponies from his type of blueblooded background, Lane found he rather liked her accent; it was a very nice change from the ridiculous voices he was used to. "It was part of my university uniform to begin with, but it kind of grew on me. Your hat's nice, too, you know. Looks well loved, but cared for- like there's a history to it. That speaks volumes to a somepony like me." Lane smiled at her, forcing his eyes from her hat and the rather stunning emerald eyes beneath to the different types of apples on the stand. The ostensive reason he was here was not quite banished from the forefront of his mind, and he didn't want to make things any more awkward than necessary. "You come here to buy some apples, ah'm guessin' right?" Aaaaand there it was. Lane's ears folded back in embarrassment as he grinned sheepishly, "Well... to be honest, I got into the line back there out of pure curiosity. I didn't even really know what was going on until I was halfway here." He replied, looking over the rather succulent looking products on display and trying ignore the thought of the looming bonus that came with them. "But, uh, after that long wait, I am pretty hungry. I'm not much of an apple connoisseur, though; what'd you recommend for a pony with sweet tastes?"

Throughout his time in the long and colorful line to Sweet Apple Acres, Memory Lane had kept a quick eye on the proceedings and a quicker quill to his journal. He jotted down note after note, watching the happenings and the surprisingly funny moments and recording his thoughts. Tartarus, he'd even caught a glimpse of Princess Celestia herself catching a kiss from a well-built red stallion just ahead of him! That had almost given the scholarly colt a heart attack, just from how scandalous it seemed- and that was saying nothing of him getting a short conversation with Princess Cadence; Lane wondered how much royalty had shown up in this seemingly backwater town just because it suited them. All too quickly, though, Lane reached near the front of the line, and he was more than a little nervous. Midway through, he'd became aware of the real purpose of the booth: as part of a clever sales pitch to help the Apple clan sell more bushels today, they had put a young (and quite pretty, if Lane was honest with himself) mare in the front and offered a kiss as a bonus with every purchase. Oh horseapples, how did I end up in this? Lane cursed inwardly, but he knew why; in all his infinite wisdom, he had jumped into the line out of pure curiosity and now he was way too far in to leave without looking like a prude or, worse, that he was insulting the pony in the booth- one that Lane was certain he recognized, and that usually meant it wouldn't do him any good to make her mad. He'd never even kissed a mare before, much less in public! Calm down, just calm down, Lane. It's not that big of a deal; it's just a kiss from a pretty mare in front of what must be the whole darn town. Lane was quickly figuring out that his mind wasn't the best companion right now. The only thing that eased his nerves slightly was the knowledge that nopony he knew was here; if he made a foal out of himself in public, at least it would only be one town he could never go back to, not two.