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#reuniontour 2014 And to think the world never got to see the Pondah x Bubble ship... What could've been of that ship. If Bubble plays, I'll use Pondah. Otherwise, it's Glacier.

@@Pat.Rio.T. When Patterson lectured the two about fighting, Pondah felt a bit more calm. It was nice to know that at least one of the group wasn't intent on the domination of others. "It's Pondah," he replied calmly. He was still a little on edge from the violence and him and the constant worry he may get dragged it into it. As he stood idly, Pondah began to become restless and fidgeted around. 'Nothing is going to happen if we stand around doing nothing. I need to do something. But what if it angers Atlas? That'd be bad for me. I'll just stay quiet.'

Gradually, Pondah stopped whimpering and quaking when he discovered that this group were not an evil group with evil intentions. He stayed by Pat's side as he went over to console River when she awoke. With a despondent sigh, he looked across the sea. The sky was bright and visibility was high but there was not a single land mass in sight. When Atlas finished speaking about making a plan, Pondah perked up a little bit. Knowing that there was a scheme in which he could help was a good prospect to him and his understanding of most things meant he could help in some way. As he thought about this idea, he caught a glimpse of the fight next to him. He shook his head. 'This group may not be the best team on the planet. Unfortunately, it seems this is the only way off the island. I'll have to stay with them.'

@ Do you mean... NECROMANCY!? That's an evil art of horror! But seriously, would the RP "live again" as a reboot or by getting people on the original thread.

'Tis a shame that this RP had to die. It was a fun 80+ pages whilst it lasted though!

@ and @Pat.Rio.T. Just as it scared the group, Hunter's bark frightened Pondah and he began to hurry his pace, whimpering with every step he took. He began to feel more and more positive that some members of this group had potential dangerous ideas and attitudes. His breaths grew ragged as he approached. When he was close to the group, he heard what Patterson said. 'Phew...' Pondah thought. 'At least everyone here isn't angrry with me. Unless they're hiding it...' He frowned, hung his head and stood next to Patterson. Even if he was angry with Pondah, it very slightly relaxed him to be near him.

@ Pondah continued scampering towards the noise in the distant. When it started talking back to him, he stopped dead in his tracks. It didn't seem like a friendly voice; it seemed like an aggresive one. Although he could now see that the source was a pony, he began to doubt whethere it would be a good idea to get involved with them. 'That pony doesn't seem like a particularly kind one. Are they a bandit? Perhaps they used the storm as cover to ransack and pillage the airship. Maybe they have some dark intentionor use for me...' As he thought about whether he should approach as commanded, he realised that, even if they were going to kill him, running would only lead to a slower fate. Cautiously, Ponah began to walk towards the pony with quaking steps.

Pondah's body tumbled and rolled onto the beach. He had a fairly soft landing on some dry sand. When he stopped rolling, he slowly lifted his face. His tear-stricken eyes looked around at the devastation around him. There were large splinters of wood, sharp metal chunks and smashed glass all around. Hesitantly, Pondah stood up and was he was about an inch from being impaled by a metal shard. He walked towards the beach and saw the actual remains of the airship. The main skeleton of it was heavily damaged and the engines had serious water damage. As he got closer, he could see something worse. Tens of bodies littered the beach, all battered and some bloody from the crash. Pondah stared in disbelief before he bolted. It didn't matter where he went, he just needed to hide and think things through. 'I... It's actually happened. I'm stuck on an island. I'm trapped. There needs to be an escape. I can't bury all these bodies by myself. Their family need to know what happened.' With short hurried breaths, Pondah continued running. As he did, he heard a loud voice from not too far away. With an relieved mood, he rushed towards it to see a few ponies with a bull horn. As he was tired from the running, Pondah approached slowly.

Pondah was still hiding under the table, completely obscured from view by a long table cloth. The airship rocked and shook violently in the storm, catapulting everything in the cafeteria towards a wall. He winced as he slammed into the wall. Luckily, the table took most of the impact. It took some time to regain his bearings and Pondah attempted to rationalise the situation; a surge of adrenaline made that impossible. 'How is this possible? The hotel must've been ripped from its foundations after that gust hit. Unless... What if this isn't a hotel? There's nothing it can be that gets blown around like that...' Frantically, Pondah searched for another place to seek shelter and protection. Other ponies began to come round and seek safety as well. As Pondah scampered into a empty broom cupboard, he heard a booming voice from above. After it finished speaking, he stopped. His question of "Where am I" had finally been answered. He exited the broom cupboard and squirmed on the floor in panic. 'How did I not notice earlier? The fancy decor, the shaking in the storm. This was obviously an airship. If I'd just let those ruffians attack, none of this would be happening to me. Now I'm going to die in an air crash. I'm going to be gone and it's all my fault!' Pondah curled into a ball and began to sob. His tears soaked into the carpet and made a puddle around his head as he accepted his fate. (@@Pat.Rio.T., I'll let you decide when the airship touches down.)

Pondah scampered around the cafeteria in an attempt to find staff members that weren't occupied to help him get away from the "hotel". He searched the cafeteria for a fair while before he gave up. Every single pony he saw was doing something and were to busy doing important things to help with Pondah's request. He sat in the corner of the room. 'This is hopeless...' As he sat, he overheard a muffled shout. He couldn't make out what it was but it was clear other ponies could. They began galloping around and the cafeteria became full of a cacophony of screams and shouts. The sudden din made Pondah jump and he tried look for a way out. Before he could, he felt the floor shake. Pondah's mind kicked into gear and he hid beneath a table nearby. 'This must be an earthquake! Until this passes, I'm staying right here. Today just isn't my day...'

@@Pat.Rio.T. I don't mind when the airship is brought down. If everyone else is fine with it and you're fine with it, drop the ship. Pondah's just going to spend his time trying to find members of staff that aren't doing things and he's very unlikely to talk to ponies who aren't staff.

With much more confident steps, Pondah worked his way through the corridors. He had no idea where he was going and frequently doubled back on himself. Strangely, the corridors were bare and as a result, there were no members of staff to help Pondah exit (what he thought) was the hotel. After some time spent wondering blindly, Pondah found himself in the canteen. He went to approach someone to ask for help but hesitated. 'They all seem far too busy.'

Cautiously, Pondah walked down the corridor. He was headed towards a set of stairs that lead up to a door. When he reached it, he slowly pushed it open and looked around. The coast as clear and he moved into new corridor. The new corridor was longer than the last and still decorated with the same wallpaper. The walls were lined with matching doors that had numbers on them the went down the further Pondah looked. Every few doors, there was a small wooden table with nothing in it. 'How odd," Pondah thought. ''Judging by what I can see, it looks like I'm in one of those hotels I've read about. Surely the staff here will understand my story.' With this much more relaxing idea in mind, Pondah continued down the corridors, still unaware of where he really was.

Pondah lifted his head as he awoke from his slumber. The place he was in was cramped and there was next to no light in there. He slowly rose to his hooves and tried to stretched a leg out in front of him. He had hardly moved an inch before he came into contact with something hard. He ran his hoof across the hard object. It felt like it was made of canvas. Slowly, Pondah moved around. He furrowed his brow with confusion. It appeared that there were several other hard canvas boxes of varying size arouind him. Wiggling through the gaps between the boxes, he soon found himself up against a wall. He tapped it gently and found that it was hollow. A crack of light was leaking in around the door and a metallic glint caught his eye. He placed a hoof on the metallic object and fiddled with it. As he did, the wall opened. Quickly, Pondah dashed into the light and shut the door behind himself. Pondah's stared around with amazement as he found himself stood in a corridor. It was fairly short and decorated with red flock wallpaper and oak furniture. Chandeliers, the only light source in the corridor, flickered above him. 'Where am I?" he thought 'Why am I here?' He racked his brains for anything that might give him an idea as to where he was. 'The last thing I remember was running away from those ruffians. I must've fallen asleep in that dark place i hid in.' As Pondah thought, he began to get more and more concerned. He wasn't sure why but he felt he shouldn't be where he was. This idea tore at his mind and he began to pace frantically back and forth. 'Don't worry. I just need to stay out of sight until I can find a way out. If nopony sees me, I'll be fine.'

I'm sticking with Pondah for this. (The reason he's on the ship is also the same.)

@@Pat.Rio.T. I like the idea of the RP. If there's a super-reboot, I'd happily join again. Too many RPs with potential have vanished without a trace and I'd hate to see this one go as well.

Not to necro a nearly dead thread or anything but perhaps more people would join if we closed this thread and started a new one. People may think they missed too much to join if they see a thread with lots of posts in it.

@@Gloomfury (Holy crap. I'm so sorry I didn't post.) When Shamrock finished speaking, Glacier turned around in her grasp and hugged tightly. "Thank you," she whispered into Shamrock's ear. She made no other sounds for a couple of minutes as she tried to calm herself down. She tried hard to get rid rid of her worries and let reflection on Shamrock's words soothe her but it was hopeless. Glacier sighed before she spoke, "Please don't judge me on this. I may sound like a feral beast or cruel villain but... the reason I spent time in the Everfree to train as opposed to anywhere else is because I use death as a way to better myself. Ponies can do amazing feats of strength, dexterity and skill but it fascinates me how when their lives are on the line, we're capable of so much more. It seems that, like any creature of any sophistication, we still have some inate, primal urge that allows us to be greater when our life is on the line." She went to continue with her feelings about the end of life but stopped herself. She realised that she'd just divulged her interest in death to a pony who, less than a day ago, told her about her own father's demise. For the sake of not losing one of the only ponies to have ever cared for her, Glacier stayed quiet.

@@Gloomfury Slowly, Glacier turned her head to look at Shamrock."I'm just thinking," she replied. "It's this city. I've come from the Everfree to Manehatten and it just doesn't feel right. Things are too... pedestrian. Life was much more interesting when every day was a challenge but in the city, it's easy." Glacier looked off into the distance and sighed again. "In the Everfree, I had to do everything myself and rely on nopony else. But here things are different. If there's food around I can hunt or forage, there's shops every other yard. It's not good for how I want to live life." She looked into Shamrock's eyes and continued. "My whole life has been dedicated to becoming stronger, tougher and faster. I want to be the most powerful pony I can be. The wilds are the only place that I can truly be powerful. But if we want to stay together, what will we do? Staying in the city means giving up years of hard work, blood and tears. Taking you into the forest means having to see each other wounded or dying." Glacier looked down and a single tear rolled from her eye. "I don't want to see you hurt, physically or mentally but I don't know any other way."

@@Gloomfury Glacier buried her face in the bushes and began to pick off the berries. She worked her way around some of the thorns but she still recieved the occasional scratch or prick from a stray thorn. When she came out of the bush, she had a short, shallow cut along her top lip. A few beads of blood had started to form. Gently, Glacier licked them away. After her short meal, Glacier sat down on the grass and looked towards the city. The streets were still fairly quiet and not much was happening. That bugged her. Her life had gone from an action packed battle for survival to a rather calm, sedate and in Glacier's opinion, boring life. SHe gave a despondant sigh and settled down on the ground.