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  1. It was a nice warm sunny day in Ponyville, just like most of their days, the sun beating down in a gentle golden beam across the wide streets of the quaint town, ponies wandering back and forth, attending to their businesses or their general needs, the food places filling their outside seating on a day like today, while many establishments had their doors open to let the cool air through their buildings. One such building was a rather large one, a combination of a quaint home, with a bookstore bolted onto the front, what made this special however was the stock; filled with first and only editions of some of the rarest and oldest tomes in Equestria and from beyond its borders, one could easily get lost between the shelves of the impressive range, no labels on the shelving units, but it was all organised in a way that only the store owner seemed to know about. On the topic of the owner, he was stood behind the tall oak counter in the store, wearing a rather nice pinstripe suit jacket on his grey body, his mane short and cut in a formal way that may have been trendy a few years back, on his front left hoof was a rather fancy and most likely expensive watch, and what was even stranger about him was his age, looking like a moderately young stallion, not the sort to run such a large store on something that would look at home in a grandparent's attic, and yet here he was, hard at work as always, the ever peculiar Coltson, so happy to be living with so little risk in his life.
  2. ~~~Ice Storm~~~ The mane event here in Ponyville was always fun, and Twilight always put on a good one. It was to be expected though. Twilight did have access to the best party planner in Equestria at a drop of the bit. However, there was one thing that Twilight's party lacked that the one here would have. Heart. Sure her family were all there, but it was all interactions and being spread around. Everypony there were friends sure, and she loved seeing all of them again. She even met some new faces and a lovely little filly tadpole! that had to be the most adorable thing she'd ever seen! She was so happy for Aloe! She was always such a good pony for her and those around her. She deserved to be happy like that. But the one here at her Ponyville house was for her and her family alone. The four ponies that were worth more to her than any other in Equestria. Raven Shadowfire, Mythic Vision, Nira and Feather Blitz. Nira was more of an aquantence at the moment, but she was part of Myth's group, and Myth was a part of hers, so that Made Nira part of her herd by default. She was taking this opportunity to get to know the mare a bit more. She seemed to harbor many of the same thoughts that she did on several matters. She presumed it wouldn't be long before she was a true part of the herd. Everything had been decorated, and their dinner had been set. A set of five large fresh salads around a long table, and a decorated tree with the Flames of Friendship stayed a lit above it. There was a lit fire in the fire place, but that was more for the comfort of Everypony else other than her. Ice Storm herself sat as far away from the open flame as possible. They had some gifts at the event, but all of the special gifts were the ones that were saved for here. She had a feeling hers was going to be the most special out of all of them though, and no amount of gift wrap would ever be able to contain it. She'd made up her mind and had been planning on doing this for a while, and now it was time to make everything official. ~~~Nira~~~ Things were very much different over here in Equestria, but in so many ways, they were exactly the same. The celebrations that they had to bring ponies together and celebrate that togetherness was something that they had in common with Neighpon and she was certain at this point that all ponies had some sort of holiday in their culture for such occassions. In honest, the only thing that was really different here, was the language that was spoke. There were some minor cultural differences, and major architectural differences, but for the most part, things were nice. Everything just boiled down to respect your fellow pony. It was a sentiment that Nira found very easy to get behind. AS it was, she now found herself in this strange house which is apparently one of many that Miss Storm owned. Everything was decorated, and this ponyes respected her. In a way, it reminded her of how things had been with Ishi. She couldn't deny that she still had some feelings for him, but she couldn't stay in that circle anymore. If she had, she'd likely have started a war between herself and Shiroi, and she wasn't sure that she could win that. Shiroi had spies everywhere. At least here she was out of her reach. With that she put those thoughts away, and focused on the salad in front of her, and the mares around her. They had welcomed her with open hooves, a couple of them literally. They made her feel more welcomed in the short time they knew her than the circle did the entire time she was there. This was where she belonged. A place where she could help others and be respected. Not help one and be ridiculed. For that, she would be forever grateful for them. "I cannot say how thankful I am, that you ponies let me come back with you. My time in my homeland had met its end, and we believe things always happen for a reason. I believe you ponies were the saviors that I was needing to free me from a loss yet to come. I will do everything in my power to repay that debt."
  3. Scarlet "Jezebel" Rose It was early morning in ponyville, the clouds were obscuring the sun just enough to keep it from shining in many pony's windows, especially unusually-shaped windows stationed high on a particular wagon on the outskirts of town... little did the occupant know this would lead to tragedy! ...or atleast minor harassment... A young red unicorn filly, wearing black, dressed as she clearly intended to cause trouble, was walking down the back-roads of the town, muttering to herself in cockney about how dull the town was, when she found herself staring at the strange wagon... she'd never seen it before, and didn't think anyone would be living this far out... so of course with a wicked grin she decided to cause trouble... she lifted up a small rock and threw it at one of the windows... not too hard, but with enough force for it to make a sound... After two or three of these, she assumed that she was right - the wagon was indeed abandoned... then she picked dup the bigger rocks... Inside the wagon trixie was sleeping in from a late night going over files at the school... and perhaps practicing more magic... and at first the rocks bare caught her noticed, just rolling over in her hammock, but then she hear the shattering of glass and the sound of the larger rocks hitting the far wall, one of them landing in her crate of smokebombs, filling the wagon with blue smoke... THAT woker her up! Outside the unicorn filly was laughing even harder and grinning viciously as she saw the smoke pour out, thinking she'd somehow managed to set the wagon on fire! she was less excited when the door burst open and throught he smoke she saw the figure of a pony stumble out, she still laughed but she ran as fast as her legs could carry her... TRixie's vision as blurry and she was coughing hard as she saw the red blur moving away "FOOLISH FOAL YOU DARE ANGER THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE?!" as she fired off several spells at the blur in her vision... but after a few minutes of no apparent reaction as the foal topped a hill and disappeared down it she sighed, she muttered about the smoke and not being able to aim her spells, as she turned back towards her wagon "And how long are you going to keep smoking! dont you know its bad for your health?" she snarked... no, she was not good with mornings.... and it was going to be a long, long, morning... ----- Anypony that walked by the bench on the outskirts of ponyville was in for quite a sight. There saw the red unicorn filly with a scowl on her face... if 'sat' was the correct term... her forelegs were resting on the bench... but her hindquarters were floating about a foot in the air "bloody o' had not my fault she lives in an abandoned wagon, stupid git..." she muttered, glaring sourly at the ground, wondering just how long untill the spell wore off... it was getting quite uncomfortable, but no way in tartarus she was going to ask for help....... though if it presented itself, she wouldn't be able to stop it... ((sorry for the lack of images, canterlot's acting up for me... and sorry if the intro is a little rusty, its late, I'm very tired, but inspiration couldn't wait! ))
  4. Spring Rain It was a day off from work, and Spring was eager to spend it outside. It felt great to feel the sun warm her body and see the growth of plants around her. It was getting close to harvest time. Everywhere that she could see there were fresh herbs to be picked, trees heavy with fruit, and more vegetables than one could shake a stick at. Someone had even rather humorously grabbed a giant pumpkin, hollowed it out, and filled it with apples. The pony left the town and trotted down past the farms occasionally pausing to fully relish in how great the weather was. It was enough to really put an extra bounce in her trot. It was a good time, if also very dangerous, to see what the Everfree Forest might have to offer. She would have to be careful not to go too far of course. She didn't want to get into trouble by disturbing the dangerous wild creatures that lived there.
  5. Ostensibly, Mayor Rich was walking in the Gardens behind the Town Hall to inspect the sues of Ponyville's horticulture fund. You never knew, with plants. At least, Spoiled Rich didn't know much; not all earth ponies were gardeners. But she knew an aesthetically pleasing flowerbed when she saw one, and there wasn't much to complain about here. But other things... well. She was a mare that had never lacked for complaints, regardless of whether anypony else thought that she ought to or not. But with work beginning to separate her from her family, the increasingly cool reception she got at the dinner table was beginning to wear on her. Which made her work late. Which meant less time to repair relationships. And so it went. She sighed, bringing out a compact to touch herself up. Really, this stressful situation might well have deteriorated her looks ever further had that alchemist not come to down with those wonderful bottles of hers. An anti-aging treatment that wasn't a scam? Why, she'd license her likeness, if Rose thought her face would help sell product. That was one of the things she hoped to discuss with her today. And it was this discussion that was the real reason for her to take a lunchbreak outside...
  6. Myth didn't take the train a lot. Really, she didn't like to travel at all. But Icy had insisted she take some vacation time, and she didn't want to spend it in Las Pegasus. Not that she had any problem with the crazy bustling city, but mostly she just didn't like that her grandmother's casinos were there. Besides, she still hadn't gotten a lot of chance to check out Ponyville. The one time she was there, it seemed pretty nice. She'd met a couple ponies here and there and they seemed friendly. Mostly Ponyville had a certain.... charm to it. Like most ponies who visit Ponyville, she was drawn in to its charm. But unlike most ponies, she was able to see where the charm came from. and not just in a figurative sense. From just looking at her, one would likely assume she was blind. And they'd be partly right. Myth's ability to see magic was her most unique trait, and often made for some.... interesting theories. Some might call her eccentric. Crazy even. But she had a method to her madness. In any case, Myth was pretty convinced that Ponyville was a magical center in Equestria. The Magic of Friendship seemed to emanate from there. and it made the town feel like home. Even tho she'd only really been there twice. She hoped today, she might meet somepony new. If there was one thing in particular she loved about Ponyville, it was that every time she visited, there were new friends to make. ==== After doing some thinking, myth decided she'd check out the School of Friendship. She'd been there for a good 20 minutes, looking for the tour guide. She'd asked one point for help, but they'd told her to find the sign. She frowned. If she could see signs, she'd have found it by now. She sighed maybe she ought to give up on the idea of a tour of the school. She walked down one more hall, hoping to find somepony more helpful.
  7. Being in Ponyville always brought some... very conflicting feelings up in Bevel. The memory of the type of mare she was before she even came here was still fresh in her mind and it an image she dearly wished she could forget. Thankfully, she managed to schedule something that could keep her from being completely alone with her thoughts on this trip: A tour of the (relatively) new castle of Princess Twilight, and the company that would be with her for it. In this case it was her good friend Dunnie, who had come to her with a problem that Bevel was able to find a treatment for. Now the treatment evolved somewhat to where her friend was able to keep her new look indefinitely so long as she kept her bracelet on. The guide for this tour was someone Bevel had come to know through a regular customer of all things. When they'd first met the inventor knew she was a guard, but she definitely didn't realize that she would soon become more literal example of a royal guard: Being a guardian to none-other than princess Twilight herself. A couple letters later she managed to arrange a trip through the castle... aren't connections wonderful? Bevel had decided to go for a more casual look today, for once she wasn't seen with a bandaid across her nose. Instead, she was wearing a pair of thick eyeglasses on her muzzle. Normally she might have worn her contacts or goggles but didn't expect anything particularly troublesome or exciting to occur. With a small yawn the prench pony looked to the friend at her side, “So um... how's the bracelet been working since the modifications?”
  8. Spring Rain hummed softly to herself as she trotted through the shop checking in on the growing plants. Most of them were doing well. There were a couple in the back that looked like they needed a bit more sun. Or perhaps they simply weren't doing as well in the heat? She carefully checked over their neighbors. "<b>Hm, most of you seem to be doing well,</b>" she mused. It seemed that it was just those two in particular who weren't doing so well. Perhaps a rotation would help? Spring lifted the pots up and shifted them around until the two plants in need were set near the front of the shelf so she could tend them better. Hopefully it would only take a day or two for them to fully perk up again. It was so much better to take care of a plant before it got bad. She always felt terrible when she saw a plant struggling. Yes some of them could be fussy, but others were so tenacious, and it was a shame when they drooped. Satisfied that they were looked after for now Spring Rain started gently humming as she sat down and gazed lovingly at her plants. It was a silly little habit, maybe, but the plants enjoyed it and so did she. It made everything feel so much better in the shop to have a soft tune in the air.
  9. Spearmint had always believed that the act of moving from one home to another was a somewhat time consuming, emotionally challenging event that often required things like moving vans, tear filled good byes and a nostalgic sense of loss even as one moved forward into a new future. Now that he was doing it for himself... he was somewhat disappointed by the fact that the stories he had heard and believed didn't have a whole lot of truth to them for him. Leaving Green Meadows behind had been a rather quick and easy affair; He only had the one bag of stuff with him and the only pony who might have cared that he was leaving was his mother who at the time was currently being transported to a cell to await trial for crimes against the residents of Green Meadows. While it had taken some time to get to Ponyville proper (and thus the School of Friendship that was there), the young colt quickly found himself embracing the vast difference to his former home like a duckling being introduced to water for the first time. Everything was so colorful and full of life here. There were actual plants and the greenery was almost overwhelming compared to the near barren, dusty planes around Green Meadows. The school itself was... well, it did kind of look a bit gaudy and the fact that it seemed to be covered by Princess Twilight's cutie mark seemed a bit egotistical to him but those were minor complaints that didn't bare being brought up. It was however somewhat bigger then he was used to, to the point where finding the dorm room that he was going to be staying at was actually proving to be something of a challenge. He even had a map of the school giving him directions and he was pretty sure he had gotten turned around a hallway or two back. The student lodging area just had a 'it all looks the same' vibe to it. Taking a seat in order to have a more in depth look at the map held in his magic, he started muttering to himself as he traced his hoof along the path he believed he had followed in order to try and work out where he was. "Okay, so I passed that janitors closest... I know I passed this mural here... where did I get turned around?"
  10. Prelude: Ponyville, 11:00pm Spike The Dragon The small cloaked figure tried to make his way through the town quietly, knowing all its residents were asleep... or at least they were supposed to be... "I don't remember it being so creepy here at night..." he gulped as he darted past a dark alley "don't think about monsters... don't think about monsters..." he quietly repeated to himself until he ran right into somepony who was still out at this hour, knocking his hood back off his head, his cloak flapping open behind him, making it clear to any who had not already guessed it was the little purple dragon "MONST-!" he started to exclaim as he covered his mouth before he woke the town as he looked at the figure in front of him "Oh... hi" he said meekly and rather embarrassed ...
  11. Well, that could have gone better, he supposed. Coulda gone worse too, so he had to count his blessings. The hippogriff touched down on the edge of town, shaking out the coat he had been wearing and glancing back over his shoulder. It seemed they had given up the chase, or just lost him, but he should probably lay low for a bit still. Heading off into the town, Vera looked around, his eyes landing on an interesting looking shop. Potions and magical trinkets, huh? Seemed as good a place as any to hang out for a bit, so he made his way inside, starting to browse the shop. “Well, let’s hope they weren’t as interested in this place as I was if they make it to town.” He said to himself, picking up a bottle to look at the colorful fluids inside. This pink fluid was supposed to help with stomach issues? Interesting.
  12. Having spent a good deal of the summer gathering many herbs that come in season around the Everfree Forest, Zecora knew it was coming to the time of year that she might have a hard time finding certain plants in the woods or even in town. She needed to head into town and find what they still had in stock, especially in the flower department. While they would very likely not have any of the unique plants she needed, they are likely to have herbs, spices and flowers that ponies used every day for beautification and aesthetics as well as seasoning and such. Going over the list she wrote, to be sure she had little reason to miss anything, she packed for the trip and started on her way out of her hollowed out tree hut toward Ponyville proper. On the path she chose in order to head into town, she could hear much of the wildlife in the forest. It's cheerful tones and bright atmosphere boosted her mood which seemed to sag a little as the days grew shorter. The leaves being mostly gone now, after the annual 'Running of the Leaves" had been well underway for a while, she could see much farther than before. This also meant she was even less likely to find some of the things she was hoping for. As she thought on this, some of the sounds from Ponyville could be heard in the distance as the afternoon sun crested to the left, over the naked treetops she was now soon to exit. A satchel over her back and a cloak between her and the winds bite, she found the road and began the last and least troublesome, hoof of her journey. Making it into town was a simple task at this point, she began to formulate which place to head to first. She needed certain flowers and plants she's likely to find amongst the market stalls and more tea, as she had recently run out. Lemons, limes, grapefruit, apples, carrots, natural honey etc all of which had a strong medicinal or flavorful purpose, but also that she hoped she could find strewn about the cart and stall doppled and lively streets. She settled with getting a snack first, as she rounded the corner to the promising café there, ordering food and sitting for a short meal before her shopping would continue. (Comment with a description of the types of things your stall or store sells and I can bring us into dialogue from there. I actually know a good deal about medicinal herbs, plants and flowers as well as the properties of common fruits and veggies in medicine and cooking. Feel free to ask questions and explore what I can bring to this character, in the form of knowledge and education, as well as adding my own flare to her iconic rhyming couplets.) (If you are unsure how to approach the scene, message me and I'll gladly help us start things off or help you figure out how to approach in your own way. Sorry I'm so long winded, I'm just excited to finally be able to RP as a canon character again after so long. I'm also eager to present my unique talents, but I don't want to over express or "showboat" (I need to look up the etymological significance of that term, cause I'm now curious), instead I'd rather have meaningful and fun interactions. I'll gladly work with you in any way you need to get started. Feel free to message me. Thank you for your contributions, understanding and help in this.)
  13. He got off the train in Ponyville, carrying only his saddlebag. Many ponies continued giving him a few strange looks. Some were rude, but most were just curious. He had gotten used to it by now. Before he left, they had told him he might not be accepted at first, but given the chance, most ponies in Equestria are inviting and friendly. It was a good thing he was considered an expert at making friends by everyone he knew well. Were zebras really that rare? Zareb thought. He made his way towards Ponyville proper and out of the humble landscape, could see the star of the castle spearing into the sky. It towered over everything, including the town hall. Zareb looked at his paper instructions and made steps to what he presumed was Twilight's Castle. Would he see the Princess today? He hoped so, but he also knew that Equestria had changed in a good way, and many of the Princess' tasks forced her to Canterlot where Equestria was ruled from. Maybe one day he would visit there, too. He approached the castle from it's grassy front yard and looked up at it. "Ngome kubwa," he muttered to himself, basking in the glory that was the crystalline fortress. He saw what looked like the school in the corner of his eye, adorning it's famous waterfall collection. He wondered why he was asked to come here first. Outside the castle, there were no guards. So he walked up the steps at opened the big front door himself. He peeked inside. "Hello?"
  14. Scootaloo There was a distinct chill in the air this afternoon, clouds were lazily drifting overhead threatening more snow - though the weather report promised none was scheduled for atleast another day. Underhood the snow that was already on the ground made a satisfying, though quiet crunch-ing sound, and muffling all sounds nearby to some extent. Or, rather it would be if there was any sound to be muffled... Being a short distance away from ponyville and with most of the woodland creatures either migrated or asleep in their burrows until spring, the only sound was that of the four small hooves crunching through the snow, and one small filly talking to herself as she followed an 'ancient treasure map' that she had bought from a not-particularly-reputable-source... but foals never learn, do they? Scootaloo was bundled up in her boots, scarf, and a festive winter hat on her head as she kept pulling the map out and looking at it every few minutes, trying to figure out exactly where she was, trying to follow the not-exactly-well-drawn map to where the 'X' was. and she had been doing this for hours... she had hoped one of her friends would come with her so they could share in the excitement, but they all said they were busy... and probably atleast one or two of them doubted that the map was real, even though scoots had explained that she had save up 25 bits and bought it from a pony that said it lead to an ancient treasure from the nightmare wars! Scootaloo looked at the map and looked around "so if I go left at this old tree... wait, where is the big boulder that the map shows?" she looked around for a large boulder like was depicted on the oddly unaged parchment "eh, its probably just there to make the map look cool!" she decided as she turned left, completely unaware that she was hopelessly lost......
  15. The Great and Powerful Trixie! While most of the town was preparing for their winter celebrations, a small wagon on the outskirts of town was getting packed, and the path from where it lay to the road was being shoveled... well it was supposed to be shoveled, but the enchantment trixie put on the shovel was making it move the same pile of snow back and forth... she'd have to work on that enchantment, and also work on getting the path cleared herself once she finished packing. The mare of magic was loading everything she had strewn about her stage into boxes, and also tightening all the screws that held the stage itself together, she had a show booked for hearthswarming eve a distance away, and with her counseling duties completed until the school resumed operations in january, she had plenty time to get back to what she loved doing most - Performing! But first there was the not-small task of getting her wagon packed again and getting the stage setup tightened and oiled so it would fold up onto the side of the wagon... and every time she thought she was done, another bolt turned out to be loose or another hinge or spring needed oiling... she was starting to wonder if she would ever get on the road at this rate!
  16. Ah, festivities. While Rose was never one to celebrate many occasions, she did so love the effect it had on the ponies and other creatures around her. Ponyville was alive with cheer and good will, creating an atmosphere that compounded the generally sunny disposition of the town that was already there. With all the charity and gift giving transpiring, Rose found herself absorbed into the customs and traditions, deciding that it was time for her to give something back to the denizens of Ponyville as well. To this end, she decided setup shop near the fountain, where she'd have easy access to water, and to curious passerbys. It's not like she relocated her whole lab, she just brought out some basic equipment- none of which broke health codes- and a few sturdy tables. A large sign printed on a banner above it proclaimed that today she was in the business of making "Proposterous Potions", and welcomed anybody with a thought or idea to come up and pitch it to her. She'll try her best to make what you describe, and without a fee. Oddly enough, she even dressed up for the occasion, bearing a purple cloak that hid her verdant figure. Snacks were laid out under the sign: cups of cognac, a bowl of satsuma, and another one with walnuts. Now, all she had to do was wait and see if her plan comes to fruition. She is curious what it is these Ponyvillians want, after all.
  17. Spike the Dragon The sound of holiday music in the air, along with all the various smells from cinnamon to pine, to peppermint was enough to set anyone in the mood for Hearthswarming, the added decorations and all the market stalls offering everything from expensive jewelry to candy really cemented that holiday warmth - despite the snow that was pushed tot he sides of the streets or was clinging to the roofs of houses and canopies. The little dragon was walking down the paths in the market with a satchel slung over his sholdier - officially he was here to deliver some royal letter for Twilight, but unofficially he was looking for a gift for her, since she missed the town that she had spent years saving and making friend in... of course there was also the not-insignificant hope that he would bump into a certain somepony here... but while ever-present in the scalie's mind, it wasn't at the forefront right now as he sipped on his mug of hot cocoa, occasionally looking around and tapping one of the marshmallows so if bobbed down below the surface and back up... trying to find a gift for his friend that not only wasn't something she would likely find in canterlot, but specifically would make her thing of ponyville... so far he was coming up short... but he was sure he would find something soon! Atleast, he hoped he would....
  18. The rooster crows at the first light. As the sun peeks over the horizon, settled fog is exposed in the valleys of the apple orchard giving it the nonverbal command to quickly disperse. Conditions were perfect. It was a relatively beautiful day with a chilly breeze to remind all living creatures of the coming holiday seasons, the first of which was to be a Ponyville tradition known by ponies far and wide. It was cider season at Sweet Apple Acres! Along the road back to Ponyville from the farm were rows and rows of tents where ponies camped last night in an attempt to try and beat the crowds. The famous cider had created an insane demand for its taste, but the Apple family way of doing things would only yield so much cider for so many ponies to drink. Applejack would always assure everypony that there would be enough cider for all as long as ponies were willing to not take shortcuts and wait for the process of making the best cider in Equestria. And even though she would always be faced with criticism of short supply, she would be right all along and in time everyone would eventually go home happy and Applejack would be able to take a few barrels of cider for her family and herself for the next few weeks. The season wouldn't officially start for another hour or so, but even so several ponies were getting restless in their cooperative lines waiting behind the great cider counter set up at where the farm paths meet the road. The counter was adorned with all the spigots and tools needed to uncork new barrels and squeeze the apple nectar into wooden tankards, which were clean ready for their first pour. Applejack allowed ponies to bring their own vessels for the cider, but if not, she had a rotation of clean mugs ready for every customer that needed them. The sign above told everything everycreature probably already knew. 'Two bits for a cup, limit one per pony per day.' "Apple Bloom, could you bring over that spare pump, I think this one might quit on us at some point." Applejack yelled lovingly to her little sister as the orange mare looked over her counter for problems to minimize. To Applejack this was like any other day, it just had the higher volume of customers and slightly more tourism. Ever since the debacle from Flim and Flam trying to put the farm out of business, a healthy coating of sympathy and appreciation covered the cider season operation, with some ponies offering their help on the back end to make more cider and clean equipment involved in the process. Of course, Applejack was more than willing to pay a fair wage to the ones who earned it. She stepped out onto the road and looked down it, seeing the long line of ponies getting excited for their cider breakfast. The low sun reflected off the luster of the Ponyville road. "Howdy! How ya'll doing this morning? You guys ready for cider season to start?" Cider season wouldn't start for several minutes, but it was still nice to have a little moment to make small talk with the colorful ponies of Ponyville to help them manage their expectations and to gauge how impatient the crowd might become this year.
  19. Granola Gracie faced a lot of fierce competition. Every time she set up shop at the Ponyville Marketplace, the so-called 'flower mares' always cornered the market on pretty-looking flowers. It forced Granola to cater to more interesting means of plant-selling gestures. Her cart of goods would have a few flowers on them, the usual roses, a few bundles of tulips, and the ever-so-inviting towering sunflowers. But she also featured more exotic options like cacti from Appleloosa, snowvines from the mountain tops in Yakyakistan, and a well-matured venus flytrap that seemed to take the center stage. She might not have the heavy hitters, but if you needed something strange that grew from the ground, chances were Granola Gracie was your mare. She didn't attempt to sell things in the market every day. Most days, she investigated new plants and researched on better methods of cultivating them. She had contracts and deals with many farmers in the area in order to help their plant growth, cooperative weather from the pegasi notwithstanding. Unfortunately, she felt that the art of plant-rearing wasn't as interesting to the next generation of ponies as she thought it should be. Maybe some day she would have the opportunity to impart her wisdom to students eager to learn about all things botany. With many ponies passing her cart, she started trying to make small talk to strangers that passed by. "Need any special fertilizer for your cabbages? I got it! Tired of the same countertop flowers? I have just what you need! If you don't see it, I probably have it somewhere in my shack. Don't be afraid to ask questions." Granola spotted a yellow unicorn within an earshot of her table. "Hey you, you lookin' for some companionship in a seedling today?"
  20. The wagon had rolled into Ponyville the night before, finding an empty spot between the town proper and the nearby 'School of Friendship' that was far enough away as to not bother either town or school, but close enough to be easily located by either with little effort required. At first it had simply appeared to be a traveler who had stopped for the night and likely would have taken off again once the sun had risen, but the coming of sunlight proved this assumption wrong. The carefully painted blue and black wagon stripped wagon had been joined by three tents, the trio black and blue stripped in a vertical manner rather then a horizontal one like the wagon was, each positioned to form a corner of a triangle with each tent's entrance facing inwards. The flaps for the tents were closed, preventing their insides from being seen. Beside each tent's entrance was a sign to be read from what was clearly the center of the triangle between the tents rather then from the road nearby, but there was a forth sign planted and pointed towards the road so that those passing by would be able to read it easily. Dr. Kabra'za's Traveling Tents of Terrific Terrors and Terrible Truths. Open to those willing to learn who they truly are. Potions and Remedies at request. Curses require a story of context before being offered. Overlooking the trio of tents, part of the wagon had been pulled out in order to create a temporary veranda to cast a small area next to the wagon in shadow and protect the area from the rising sun. Seated comfortably in said shadows in a old looking rocketing chair sat a zebra wearing a top hat that seemed to be decorated by something, with only those of keen eyesight or who came closer seeing what dangling from the black fabric; A wide variety of bird skulls, softly shifting and making hallow clinking noises like a portable morbid wind chime. With sharp eyes, he kept watch over those traveling passed, curious to see whom or what would stop by in order to visit Dr.Kabra'za and see what he had to offer them.
  21. It had been a rather long day for Candy Cane - one of the longest he'd had in a very long time. Now, that wasn't necessarily bad, since Candy was used to having days where everything went wrong, but it certainly got old having to get through it on his own all the time. Where did he start. . ? Well, things had started out simply enough that day. The stallion had taken refuge under a few trees the previous night, getting his cart all set up and falling asleep while he read up on the different types of pastries one could make with apples. The apples he'd picked up last Fall had been more than enough to make dozens upon dozens of pies, but that hadn't been enough for Cane. He wanted to do more - create things that everyone liked. Needless to say, he'd woken up groggy and irritable, as he hadn't gotten enough sleep. It had rained that night as well, and a small hole in the tarp covering the cart had let in a stream of water, which had ruined the powdered sugar supply he kept on the cart floor. That had been bad, but Cane had been determined to power through it. It was only the beginning of the day. What else could've gone wrong? A lot, apparently. Well, Candy had started out fine, simply walking down a nearby path as he tried to find a place where he could pick up raw sugar. Along the way, he'd come across a rather steep incline, which had resulted in a good amount of his apples becoming unsecured and rolling out of the back. Candy had spent a few hours picking them up and cleaning them in a nearby stream - only to have a basket of them get swept away when the current increased. The rain had made the stream rough. . . Well, Candy had maintained a smile anyway. It was just a few silly apples. He could handle that! Things only got worse as the day went on. It continued to rain once more during the afternoon, leading to Candy having to spend several hour in his cart while he waited for the storm to pass. It became obvious that it was only worsening as the hour ticked by, though, so he'd gritted his teeth and decided to try and make it to town, despite the worsening storm. It was cold and miserable, but he wasn't going to sit there complaining. This was to be expected, wasn't it? The trail had gotten all muddy as well, slowing him to a crawl too. . . Well, maybe that was something he could get upset about. As of now, he was currently coming up on town - was it Ponyville again, or some other place? Candy didn't know - and didn't quite care, either. He just needed to find a place to stay. . . The confectioner looked like a mess: his coat was soaked, and his pink hair drooped, his bangs covering his eyes a bit. Mud clung to his lower half as well, and his steps were rather slow, despite the ground evening out. The cart, on the other hand. . . Wasn't looking too good. The wheels wobbled a little, and the tarp itself had partially collapsed. Candy scowled, giving it a firm tug. "Come on, you lousy. . ." he murmured, glancing back at it. Oh, all of his books were probably suffering. . . Candy turned back towards the path in front of him, powering on. Eventually he got within the town's borders, sighing in relief. Now, all he had to do was find a. . . "Inn!" he exclaimed, spotting a building in the distance. The candy pony continued on, not paying much attention to his cart, which was looking like it would collapse at any moment. . . Candy hoped he had the bits to be able to pay for a night or two inside. That, and some food. Candy was starving, and could go for something hot to eat!
  22. It was a sunny day in Ponyville. Only a few clouds left over from the morning weather pony could be seen, not so much as in imperfection but possibly an intentional flaw to give Ponyville that quaint charm it was so good at showing. It was the normal midday hustle and bustle in the marketplace and from a distance the occasional shopkeeper's bells could be heard ringing their invitation for customers to browse wares and goods of all kinds. But on the outskirts of Ponyville where the grass grew longer and the hills began to roll, it was much more peaceful. So peaceful, that the flapping of a pair of butterfly wings against the soft breeze created the ambiance for what would otherwise have been considered an ideal place of meditation. A pony seeking relaxation could trot themselves to this spot and be able to sort out their thoughts and their dreams with comfort of interference. But of course, that was not the plan for today. Instead this grassy hoofhill would be introduced to a pair of wings with a very young mind controlling them. An orange pegasus pony flying only a couple pony heights off the ground was fluttering inconsistently towards the crest of the hill. The colt was not flying very fast, but the excited sounds from his mouth made the noise of what it might sound like had he been flying at breakneck speeds. The foal slowed to a hover and after a few seconds of wobbling himself down to an even-hoofed landing, he struck the ground with the force of a small jumping fall. After a short wince, he looked back from where he came and yelled excitedly to his mother who was following close behind. "Did you see? I was flying fast! Faster than you!" Zap Apple had spent ample time with his mother Applejack on the apple farm, where he learned all about the apple trade and the farmer pony family values. He learned how to toughen his skin and how to deal with animals. The small amount of time he spent in the Everfree was experienced alongside Applejack who was always there to protect him, but to also remind him of the dangers that lurked where few ponies canter. And Zap had spent time with his other mother Rainbow Dash, but he had only just started to really learn how to fly. A couple weeks ago, he was able to take to the sky without any help from his mother for about five seconds. It was a big win in his eyes and made him feel motivated to fly higher and longer. But so far, his flight was still limited to the strength of his wings, which was only showing the beginning signs of being able to deal with more enduring flight challenges. Zap Apple had dreams of being able to fly above the clouds and do stunts and tricks like his mother Rainbow Dash did for the Wonderbolts. And he was so sure of himself that he would join her in wearing that blue suit even though he had no concept of what that meant. This grassy hill had become a usual spot for Rainbow Dash to show Zap the beginnings of pegasus mobility, and since they arrived for today, Zap was eager to get started with what he wanted to do, as if it was up to him. "We're here, now you can show me how to do tricks. I wanna do a big trick!" He fluttered in place, his wings buzzing violently, before his wings gave up and he landed back on his hooves.
  23. Liviel sat on the top of a hill nearby Ponyville, meditating in preparation for the little class she would be teaching soon. She liked teaching others, actually. It was nice to pass on her knowledge and skills to help others. It made her consider settling down somewhere, to have a more consistent group of students. The diamond dog eventually got up, heading towards the field she had set up in. It was a nice day, so she was going to have this class outside, to enjoy the nature around her while she taught others about the Harmonious Path and perhaps some self-defense techniques. Either way, the dog set her naginata down against a tree for now, sitting down on a blanket that had been set out as she awaited the arrival of the class for the day. In the meantime, she went back to meditating and enjoying the sounds of nature.
  24. Roleplay Type: WoE Cast Name: First Base Sex: Male Age: Young Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Dark Teal Coat: Orange Mane/Tail: Dark Teal Physique: Average athletic Residence: Ponyville Occupation: Student at the School of Friendship Cutie Mark: A baseball bat and a baseball Unique Traits: First Base is gifted with good hoof-eye coordination, especially when it pertains to playing sports. First Base has become infatuated with a new sport new to ponies in which you hit a ball with a stick and run around bases to score points. He is really good at starting new projects. He has good ideas and knows how to execute them. Because of how forward thinking he is, he is often one step ahead of others in conversation. As he grew up, his talent has allowed him to have confidence to talk to others, more than average ponies. He is socially attractive. History: First Base grew up in Ponyville and was classmates with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. He was often a follower in the class, echoing the majority rule in the circle of friends. He got his cutie mark one day when teasing a friend. They were playing a friendly game of keep-away. When the ball was thrown towards him, he picked up a tree branch and hit the ball far into the other direction. The friend attempting to get the ball was so playfully furious that he started chasing after him. First Base ran as fast as he could and without looking tripped over a sandbag. His leg was hurt but when he inspected his sprain, he noticed his cutie mark had appeared. When he finished foal academy, his parents decided he should attend the School of Friendship. There, he would attempt to excel at sports and apply himself for the hoofball teams and other athletic activities. He does not have a fillyfriend, but feels he could get one at any time because of his confidence. Character Personality: First Base is an excellent pony to meet on first impression. He is quick to please and has an infectious attitude. He motivates others when he is trying to help them to succeed. When given a task, even one that is non-sport related, he has a knack for getting a good start on what needs to be done. However, he has a hard time finishing things. Where he lacks mostly is long-term motivation and discipline. He can concentrate on a single task for only so long before he loses productivity, loses interest, and attempts to jump start another new venture to his musing. His fleeting attitude in the end game of certain tasks can sometimes be off-putting to others trying to finish what he started. He is very firm in his initial decisions, but can sometimes be fickle in his future contemplation. He has horrible follow-through and is sometimes hard to rely on for projects that last longer than a few days. Character Summary: First Base is a young stallion trying to learn about friendship as he continues to age in the town he was born in. He is easy to make friends with, but is not very good at keeping those friends. He is average intelligence but makes up for his basic mentality with strong determination and motivation that can infect others around him. He can gallop a quick 40 meter dash, but has never completed a running of the leaves. He is attractive for his age, but does not often hold a deep, meaningful conversation very well. Foal Young Stallion, student at Frienship School Full grown stallion
  25. "Author willing to pay for interviews - no qualifications required, anypony welcome. Inquire at the old cabin in Whitetail Woods." With the flyers put up around Ponyville, all that was left was for Carrot Curls to return home and wait for somepony to bite. Her newest book is sure to sell well - but first she needs data on magic in the life of the average pony, and where better to get it than good ol' rural Ponyville. She made her way through the nearby familiar woods, and it wasn't long until she spotted the old cabin she'd inherited from her mother. Yikes. She hadn't been home in years, and it showed. Vines crawled up the outside walls, and some of the roof shingles had fallen off - probably from nearby storms. Still, it was largely intact, and the key in her hat still worked just fine. Thankfully, no one saw fit to burglarize anything - not that there was much to steal here. A few quick spells later, and the place would look fit to live in again. As is, it was dark, dusty, and stuffy in here - not ideal interview environment. As she set to cleaning up, Carrot Curls got to thinking. It'd basically just been her and Presto on the road for the last few decades. She hasn't held more conversation than buying goods and services from any other pony in weeks. In fact, if you don't count work-related conversation, she can't remember the last time she just talked with someone. Sure, she's been productive, and royalties from her books have supported her wandering lifestyle, but they didn't guarantee her anyone to talk to on the way. In fact, as pulled open some blinds and cleaned some windows, she thought about how she kind of hasn't really made any long lasting friends for her entire life. She's already a full-grown mare, and she's not getting any younger. Maybe... maybe she should settle down? She's back home, and she could make the place downright comfortable if she set to it. Maybe she's done enough travelling, and she should actually make some friends... Thoughts for later. Surely someone would come knocking any minute now. After all, who wouldn't want free bits? ... Granted, you'd have to wander into the woods and enter a lonely, decrepit cabin on the trust of a flyer, but still! Free bits! Carrot Curls sat herself down at the table, content. She set aside some ink and parchment for notetaking. There were plenty of seats for interviewees, just in case more than one showed up at a time. Light and fresh air breezed through the open windows. The place looked livable again, if a little old. She'd even fixed up some juice, chilled to perfection (magically, of course). Now it was just a matter of time.
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