Getting the Troupe Back Together [Open to Traveling Players; PM for Info]

[GhostGirl]

Ghost Writer danced on her hooves outside the Cafe Viridian. It was a hole in the wall little place with no sign. It was only distinguished by a green door, uncharacteristic in Canterlot on the whole. Ghost Writer had only learned of it because her brother had helped the little cafe start up. It was the sort of place that only stayed in business because of its regulars. They made enough money to keep the owners and employees living comfortably and to keep the little cafe open, and that was all they seemed to want.

It was Ghost Writer's favorite cafe. She knew the entire waitstaff by name, and they all knew her by name. They knew the troupe schedule, too, and when the troupe was in Canterlot on break they kept Ghost's spot open. A spacious corner booth where she could spread out her writing materials and work on whichever novel or play needed completing at that moment. Sometimes regulars she'd gotten to know would join her and ask after her work while they drank their teas, but usually it was just Ghost, with troupe members coming and going occasionally.

Today was different. Today was the very last day of the troupe's break, and it was time for everyone to get together and start preparing to leave on their route once again. Old members and new alike would be meeting Ghost in her corner booth today, and she was a little antsy. The old members hadn't met the new mebmers yet. She wasn't worried about how Double Tap or Pierrot would react to them, but Spotlight could be a problem.

Finally, she shook off her nerves. She'd keep Spotlight from being a problem. She would. She had to.

Into the Cafe Viridian she walked. The waitstaff already had her tea and scone prepared at her place, and she slid into the booth and sipped at her tea, awaiting her troupe.

[Pretzelparty]

It was a few minutes before Presteza showed up, luckily it seemed she wasn't too late as she was only the second one here. Being one of the newer members of the troupe she was eager to meet the other members, both new and old. Already she'd seen a face she recognized, Ghost writer the mare that had interviewed her for the position. During the interview previously the unicorn had brought several beautiful paintings to show her and even had shown her a painting that she had started and finished the previous day.

"Oi, Ghostie!" she said in a perky tone, trotting over to the the mare's booth,"Looks like We're both the first ones here, huh?" The unicorn took a seat opposite Ghost writer and looked at the door for others who might arrive.

[Quillhart]

Quillhart pulled his heavy saddlebag through Canterlot's streets. He had brought all of his quills, papers and ink for this certain event but he began to doubt the purpose they filled as he moaned by the effort. "I... should've... brought... a caaart." Panted Quillhart in every move with some extra squeeze on the last syllable as he made an especially ponderous heave up to the doorstep. The earthpony trotted around the bag and began to drag it up the porch steps, step by step, with his mouth. The door to the café Veridian opened as he pushed it with his back and he kept pulling the bag indoor while he executed many grumbling sounds.

Well inside, he suddenly dropped the saddlebag by accident and he stumbled multiple steps backwards, bumping into a waitress who tossed the three cups, which the mare was about to bring to the dishes before she was tackled by Quillhart, way up in the air. The brown pony regained his balance and rubbed his head while he tried to comprehend what just had happened. He heard a clink above him. Quillhart looked up and was brutally aware of the cups that were falling down towards him. His eyes shrank to a minimum and he wished for a short moment that he was a Unicorn. Quillhart had read about this situation in books several times before and he knew that he would have to catch them or they'd all break and harm him. He placed himself on one of his hind legs and wiggled as he reached out the rest of his hoofs to catch the cups. The cups drew closer and closer. Quillhart was getting a bit of a panic and closed his eyes firmly as he braced himself for the the crash.

He waited several seconds for a crash that never came and when he began to have some doubts about the cups he opened one eye and glanced up only to see that the cups were floating in a blue glow. Quillhart quickly looked forward and saw that the waitress's horn was glowing in the same color. Another thing he noticed was that the mare had heightened an eyebrow, she had bored eyes and her whole face seemed to say 'Seriously...?' to him where he still stood and wiggled on one hoof. He blushed as he carfeully laid his hoofs back against the floor. "Oh, ehum... yeah, sorry about that." The mare just rolled her eyes and kept doing her duties. Quillhart grabbed his saddlebag and pulled it to the table before he took a seat next to Presteza. "Ehum, hey guys. I'm here." He said, still with a shade of red on his cheeks.

[Pretzelparty]

Presteza Smiled as she saw Quillhart enter through the door, getting up in her seat and waving her hoof to him. This gesture went unnoticed due to the shenanigans that ensued, the mare's hoof slowly ceasing to wave and then moving to her face. Watching this scene unfold she couldn't help but crack a smile at the stallion's clumsiness. Upon seeing those cups and plates soaring in the air she was ready to leap in and try and help... although with her lack of telekinesis it probably wouldn't improve the situation in the least. The waitress' expression was merely Icing on the cake and with the Stallion's awkard pose she was already trying not to laugh as he approached the table and took his seat next to her.

Presteza had already met Quillhart once before at the Grand Galloping Gala and already had taken a liking to him and his attitude. The second time she saw him she wasn't sure he'd even recognized her due to the lack of fancy dress she'd wore. Today and at their previous meeting the Mare's mane was silvery and messy although she'd left her characteristic hat at the door so she bared some resemblance to the Unicorn the earth pony met that night.

The Tannish Unicorn smiled at Quillhart as he slid in beside her,"I'm glad ya made it, Quilly... nice acrobatics by the way!" she said with a playful smile.