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((The following is an interlude to the story thread here in which Remington takes off for gym class before meeting with his fillyfriend Moonlight later that evening.)) When Remington arrived at the gym, he went into the stallion's locker room to change out of his uniform and into his more athletic appropriate clothing. Not that it would make much of a difference for him. He wasn't very athletic, but like most ponies that would endure a gym class like this one, he would only be required to play fair and work as a team with others in order to get a passing grade. His peak wingpower wasn't all that low, but he would be able to avoid the embarrassment of having to deal with most of the class being stronger than he was. Today, the class would be outside. The buckball court would be temporarily changed into a diamond-shaped field that had white lines and large square bags on the corners. The game was called base ball. No one had ever heard of it before. This new student in the class, named First Base, came up with the rules of the game and introduced it to the professors and was able to get the go ahead on sharing the game with the class. "It's easy. You throw the ball, you hit the ball, you catch the ball, you get on base." First Base was a pony that grew up in Ponyville and upon getting his cutie mark after hitting a ball with a stick very far, held the imagination required to make this zany, sometimes confusing game. "Do I hit the ball and then catch it?" Remington asked aimlessly as he was trying to understand. First was attempting to explain to each classmate one by one, but as soon as someone felt they understood, he would go to another classmate and affirm them. "No, you don't hit the ball until it's your turn. Right now, you're on the pitchers mound, so you throw the ball and try to catch it if I hit it." He stood by the area he kept calling home or the plate. "Throw the ball towards me over this plate, and see if you can get it passed me without me hitting it." Remington looked confused, but decided to play along. He grasped the ball in his wing and hurled it towards the plate as fast as he could. As it approached, First swung his bat and the ball went flying high over Remington who stared at it helplessly. "How am I supposed to catch that? Am I supposed to fly up there every time you hit it?" "Well." First paused a moment and thought. "You're actually not supposed to fly in this game, it's against the rules. But you can if you want to, you'll probably still not hit a dinger like that one. Throw me another one." Remington threw him another ball, as fast as he could. Again, First hit the ball with his bat and it went flying over Remington's head. The pegasus jumped up to take off for the ball, but quickly dropped as he saw it as futile. The ball moves too fast. "I don't get it, how am I supposed to throw this ball passed you." "Don't worry." First chuckled. "You'll get it. It just takes practice. You see I just want others to play with. Look at everyone." He pointed towards the field of gym ponies, some of them holding gloves on their hooves backwards, some throwing the ball with their opposite hoof or their inferior wing. And even others were just running after balls that they deemed had been chase-worthy. "No one gets it yet. I don't know how to make it official. All I know how to do is hit this ball, and catch it when it comes at me. I want to call this game baseball, but I need help to make it happen." Remington grabbed another ball and threw it passed First Base, several hoof-lengths from the plate. "Ha, I threw it passed you!" He did it again, and again, and again. First Base dropped his bat and started trotting towards the first bag. "You just walked me. In order for you to throw a strike to get me out, it has to be thrown over the plate three times. Four times outside the plate and I get to walk over here." Remington pointed to the bag. "And what's that?" "It's first base." "No, I mean, the bag." "Yeah, my name is First Base, and I'm standing on first base." Remington stared at him blankly. "Can't we just run laps like normal gym ponies?" After a short hour of learning a confusing game, all the ponies went to the locker rooms. Remington hadn't felt like he got much exercise in, but he was still sweating and in need of a shower, so he took his gym clothes off and walked into the shower. As more stallions entered the locker room, several layers of chatter could be heard. "Dude, F.B., that game is crazy. You make me laugh so hard it hurts me inside my bones, haha." "Glad you liked it." "Glad you liked it," Remington mocked while staring at the shower walls, water now pour over his mane and poll. "Hey good job, um, what was you're name?" "Remington." First Base offered a hoofbump. "Appreciate you taking a chance on something new, even if it's not your kind of thing." Remington copied the hoofbump back to him. As he showered, Remington started thinking about his day and the fact that it wasn't over yet. In less than an hour, he expects to meet up with his friend Moonlight in his room to help him study. The red pegasus knew that it might lead to something else, but he had no idea what that would be. He had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to make a move, and tonight would be the first time he could try it, if he was up for it. Water beading down his pelt, he started daydreaming about the kind of things he would say to her. For instance, what if she was in the shower with him right now? What would she say? What would he say back? Every time she talks, he listens. If she was getting dumped on by water like he was, her pelt would glisten even more now than when she was dry. "Oh my, Luna, I like it." "What?" "Nothing." Remington quickly excused himself out from underneath the shower heads and back to his locker, holding a towel that would eventually dry his body. When he started grabbing his school uniform to put it back on, the pink sparkly brush he found dropped out of the bag and onto the floor. He quickly picked it up and held it away so nopony else could see it. When he held it close, he noticed it had a specific fragrance to it. He held it to his nose and gave a soft inhale. It smelled like her. He didn't really know how he knew that, but it smelled like her. "Holy shit, she smells like heaven." He continued to be amazed at how enamored he was with just the idea of being around her. "Oh my Luna, I like her." "Yeah I heard you like her." First Base was standing next to Remington holding his towel at his head trying to dry his mane. Remington fumbled the hairbrush and stuffed it in his bag. "What? How could you know that?" First Base chuckled. "You're talking about that Moonlight chick? Pink-ish color, sparkly mane, unicorn? I see you with her all the time. I just figured you guys were already an item. Not yet though, huh?" Remington didn't want to be a jerk, but he was feeling awfully insecure. The amount of vulnerability he felt when thinking about her made him feel like not talking to anyone. "We're just friends." "Oh really? So you don't mind if I made a move?" Remington gave First Base a look that should transcend meaning and not require verbal explanation. "That's what I thought. Bro, it's OK! You just gotta make your move. Everything is about making your first move. It's just like baseball. You gotta put the ball in play and see what happens. Step up to the plate and swing for the fences." Remington stayed quiet for a moment, but after realizing First Base would confront him while maintaining a boundary, he was willing to hear him out. "But what do I do after that? What do you do after you hit the ball?" "After you hit the ball, you just get to the first base. It's called a single." "And after that?" "After that?" First Base began plucking his ears of excess water. "I dunno, dude. All I know how to do is get to the first base. Everything else after that is all about how the rest of the game plays." "How do I play the rest of the game from first base?" "That's just it. You're not the only one playing the game. You have to rely on others to get you to second base and third base, and back home. You gotta put the ball in her court." First finished drying himself off and threw his towel in the laundry bin. "Who knows. Maybe she'll catch you stealing." He laughed and walked away. Remington understood everything except what stealing had meant in this context. But he knew that First was right. He needed to make a move. And it had to be tonight. The longer he puts this off, the longer it'll continue to bother him. Remington quickly snapped his uniform on and put everything in his bag along with the hairbrush and saddled it on his back. He began cantering out of the gym and to Stygian Hall, where his room was.
Name: Sun Shower Sex: Female Age: Filly, but right on the brink of marehood. Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: ★ When Sun Shower was born, she was actually almost completely black. Her coat lightened significantly, as she aged, though, finally becoming a medium shade of ash gray around the time that she graduated primary school. Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: ★★★Along with her black pelt, she was born with incredibly light hair, so light that it almost looked white in the sun. That too mellowed out quite quickly, becoming the shade that it is in her first four years. She likes to keep her tail tied in a bow, albeit it's so loose that it hardly helps her. Her favourite bow has a light red, almost pink, check design. She has a single strand of light blue in her mane, which she had done in her rebellious state not too long ago. It isn't obvious by any means, as the rest of her voluminous hair covers it. Eye Color: ★ When she's sad, her eyes seem to darken until they are almost black. However, when she's angry, they seem to become brighter and paler. Cutie Mark: Sun Shower's cutie mark came to her only just recently. It's an open umbrella surrounded by hearts. Physique: She may be a bit stockier and shorter than other ponies her age, but it's nothing too notable. Her eyes are a bit wide-set, and her ears are usually plastered back against her head when talking with others. She can't run very well because her right hind leg slips out from beneath her, landing her with a very weak right knee. That's why she prefers to keep to the air-- her knee can't hurt her there. Origin: Manehatten Roleplay Type: Mane Occupation: While her 'official' job is helping with the weather along with most of the other pegasi, Sun Shower is often described as incompetent for that job. She'll half-complete her work either out of laziness, or because she's incredibly distracted. She's in this job because of a few reasons. For one, upon realizing that most of the pegasi in Ponyville had a job in that field, she just kind of assumed that she should, too. Secondly, after so many years of repression, she wanted a job that would allow her to fly most of the time. And thirdly... she needs some source of income to pay for college. She likes to say that her true work is watching over the little foals in the park, at the playground, and anywhere else they might be. Motivation: It's a rather improbable motivation, and Sun Shower is well aware of that. However, the stubborn filly refuses to budge on her goal. She wants every foal in the world to have a very close friend, and if that friend is her, then she wouldn't mind. She also yearns to protect them all from the evils of adulthood. She's trying to save up enough money to go to the University of Trottingham to hopefully pursue a degree in child psychology. Likes: - The Ocean - Children - Reading - Music - Sunshine - Lemonade - Flying - Cuddling - Coconuts - Bubble Baths - Herbal Tea Shampoo - Sleeping - Adventures Dislikes: - Schedules - Heavy Objects - The Cold - Winter - Dragons - Cities - Restraint - Milk - Coffee - Foul Language Character Summary: When Sun Shower was born with wings, it send a ripple of confusion through her family. There hadn't been a pegasus in the gene pool since Great Grandma Turtledove! Some ponies called that there had to be an affair, but this was a half-hearted accusation; they all knew that the mare was too loyal. But sure enough, the little black foal was born with wings and a strange limp, but other than that, she was a very ordinary pony They didn't like her flying, though. They claimed that it was because it 'looked so horribly and embarrassingly clumsy', but they would never admit to anyone that they didn't want to be stuck on the ground when their own flesh and blood could fly wherever she wanted. So that was why Sun Shower never learned how to fly. Only when she grew up did it become obvious to her parents that she didn't talk. Now, they weren't sure if it was because she couldn't, or because she wouldn't. All they knew was that for most of her first few years in school, they'd get calls home from her teacher because she was 'being disrespectful'. In fact, she only had one pony she could truly call a friend-- a colt, around her age, that appreciated her silence and could communicate easily without words. Now, Sun Shower's parents, a stallion named Sunshine and a mare named Misty, were very conscious of their image. They were also acutely aware of the gossip spreading like wildfire-- the perfect, cosmopolitan, couple had a child who was so... so... unlike them? They feared for their image, and they would stop at nothing to maintain it. And that was the reason that the door would be locked in the middle of the night. Sun Shower became a shaky, trembling girl, but at least she talked. She tended to mumble, and often couldn't find the right word, and still much preferred non-verbal communication, but she did talk. But some neighbours would swear that they heard broken sobs coming from the apartment. However, those rumours were easier to squash than the ones about their daughter being an invalid, especially when happy chatter about a new baby on the way drawing attention away from the older foal. Sunflower, Sun Shower's younger sister, was born with a lovely blue pelt, a vibrant green mane, beautiful blue eyes, and no wings. Yes, she was the perfect daughter for the equally exquisite Sunshine and Misty. The two sisters were polar opposites. Sun Shower was quiet and reserved, while Sunflower was loud and boisterous. Sun Shower was awkward, while Sunflower fit in wherever she went. Sun Shower was artistic and meek, and Sunflower was social and demanded attention when she entered a room. Sun Shower was intelligent, sure, maybe even brilliant, but to the socialites who were her parents, she was always second to her sister. This carried on for years, until Sun Shower finally get fed up. She was just a few years away from reaching the age where she couldn't be called a 'filly' anymore, and she was still a blank flank. Her sister, although four years younger than her, already had her cutie mark-- a sunflower, which wasn't a surprise to anypony. Beneath her quiet exterior, Sun Shower was seething. Maybe that's why, in a silent act of rebellion, she got a single streak of bright blue in her mane. She didn't care that it was raining-- nothing could have stopped her from doing that. It was on her way back that she saw a tiny foal huddled under the awning of a building, trying to keep dry. Sun Shower hardly processed her actions-- all she knew was that suddenly she was sharing her umbrella with the little foal, running her hoof through his mane, and even going so far as making him laugh. At some point, he admired her cutie mark, and exclaimed how fitting it was. Sun Shower didn't understand what he was talking about, until she looked at her flank herself. Sure enough, finally, a cutie mark was there. Sun Shower was stupid enough to think that her parents would be proud of her. However, they had already accepted that Sun Shower was their 'problem child', and would never live up to Sunflower. When they refused to believe that their eldest daughter could possibly be good at anything, she didn't get sad. She got mad. And since a mad Sun Shower doesn't usually think before she acts, when she finally calmed down she was on a train to a quaint little town that she had heard of called Ponyville. She didn't regret her actions, though. All that she did was write a letter. Not to her family, but to her friend-- the one that she'd had since childhood. She begged for his forgiveness, and expressed her gratitude for him always supporting her. She also told him that she hoped to see him again soon. And once she got off at the train station near Ponyville, the very first thing she did was mail that letter. The very next thing she did was teach herself to fly. It was embarrassing at first. Humiliating. But sure enough, after almost a year of intensive effort, she was just about as apt as a standard pegasus. It's been about two years since she fled to Ponyville, and her parents haven't tried to contact her, which is all well and good. She keeps contact with her childhood friend, and gets along very well with the foals around Ponyville. She always was like a child at heart, after all-- so connecting with children comes naturally to her.