DustyQuill

And then we had said basically as much as we really can without Spacer jumping back in XD

I approach the hall eventually, but along the way I had made some friends. They were named Barley and Hopps, and after a few minutes it was clear why: they were some of the biggest drinkers I'd ever met. However, they seemed like the fun kind of drunks, the ones who will dance and stagger and say stupid things that still make sense to them. I of course immediately befriended them, because I find those without inhibitions tend to say the most profound things, and well, drunks don't tend to inhibit themselves very well. However, Barley and Hopps were not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed, which was made evident by the pair of them realizing together: "Dude.... If you pull a fruit off a tree and eat it, it's like... The tree... Loses an organ or something... Seems pretty violent, man..." However, I humored them and acted just as silly, saying, "Maybe the trees think we are robbing them every time we take their fruit without asking them. Think it makes them angry or sad?" And that got them talking about it all over again. Soon enough, we had reached the music hall, and they were walking off ahead of me. At the same time, I see Star Catcher and another stallion standing outside the hall's door. I trot forward, adjusting my scarf and vest with some magic as I approach. When I reach the pair, I give a small smirk and turn to Star. "Miss Star, you are looking positively, shall we say, carbonated? No, that's not the word.. Hmm.." I giggle a bit at my joke, then remember the flower that I still have in my mane from before. I lift it with some magic, then gently poke it into Star's mane right next to the one she put there herself. "Haha, I wasn't mocking you there. Just saw it and thought of you is all," I say, then turn to the other pony. "And you, my good sir, seem a fine fellow and a privilege to know. Name's Dusty Quill, ponies call me Dust. Good to meet you!" I turn back to Star. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go on in. I mean, she never did teach us a secret knock or any such nonsense, so I figure it's fine, right?" I fling open the door, but just as I do, the bouncer returns from his supper break, and I find myself standing face to face (well, more like face to mid-chest) with a large and now grumpy earth pony bouncer. "Heh.. Can I try the secret knock?" I tap my hoof weakly against the door a few times, pause for a second, then bolt away, while he gives chase. As I lead him out from the door, I call back, "Get inside while the way is clear! And save me a good seat!!" I have him chasing me in circles while I magically doodle a mustache on his face using my signature spell. "Can't we talk this out, Mister Bouncer Pony?" I call futilely while he continues to attempt to apprehend me. Needless to say, I am having too much fun, and my face betrays this truth.

Brechard, we would be happy to have you along! Especially since most everyone seems to have buckled right at the gate. So this is a bit off topic, but somewhat relevant. That free verse poem I wrote for my last post. What did you guys think? Was it okay? See, in real life, I think I'd like to be a writer. If that's to happen, I need to test my skills some. So what did you guys think of it, completely out of the context of the RP?

I leave the restaurant, ducking politely as Spacer flies over my head to jaunty on over to her gig. Watching her for a second, I shake my head a bit and start walking in that general direction, meandering and ambling at a leisurely pace. I walk along the edge of the road, and while doing so I admire the gardens that line the road on either side. In particular, I notice a few plants out of which grow the same type of flower that Star Catcher wears in her mane. I smirk, then pick one and place it in my mane the way she does. I giggle a little bit to myself, and then walk for a little while, this time pulling out a blank scroll from my bag and readying my writing spell. With that spell, I don't need a pen or quill to write; I simply magic the words onto the paper directly. I considered for a moment, then started writing: Star Catcher A lake. Water, ripples, sunlight reflecting. A flower. Its petals spin lazily on the water's surface. A bubble. It rises from the bottom of the lake, and tickles the flower by rising under it. A second bubble. A third. A myriad of little bubbles, rising, constantly rising. Small on their own, but each prods and pushes the flower gently, spinning it. Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, and each spins the flower, to its delight. The flower, pretty and precious on its own, is made more beautiful By its little legion of bubbly bursts of joy, laughter, levity. Each bubble promises relief from pain. Each petal promises a brighter, better tomorrow. At the flower's core, a small, lovely life that waits for the day its legion of bubbles Will carry it away, away, away, into the great Maybe. I sigh and roll up the scroll. I wonder if she will like it, but decide to wait to show it to her. Writing that has drained me a bit, so I decide that is enough for now, even as ideas about what I can say about Spacer race through my head.

"Haha, plan? I don't know the meaning of the word," I say with a smirk, putting together my usual, more self-sure persona. "I usually just go with the flow. In this case, the flow is moving in two directions, and I'm not sure I'm welcome in either case. So unless one of you protests, I think I will just look around the area, make my way to the music hall along a very slow and most likely indirect route. Maybe run into some trouble, if it should so hap. Or maybe I'll finally get inspired to write some," I say with a thoughtful look at nothing in particular. "Yeah, maybe I'll do that. Write a sonnet about you two, perhaps," I wink in an attempt to seem charismatic. I then stand up and button up my vest with some magic and toss my scarf around my neck. Nudging my glasses a little farther up my snout toward my eyes, I suddenly turn to the pair before me and with great feeling and a confident, victorious grin I proclaim, "Today is the day I start my career as a writer! I can't afford to forget that! Starting today, I'm going to take Equestria by storm, and I'm glad I can count on you to help me make that happen!" With that, I start toward the door. As I get to the doorway, I stop and turn my head around. This time my expression is sincere, almost solemn. "Really," I say quietly, "thank you so much. I had no idea there were ponies like you two out there in the world." I catch myself, and my grin returns as if it had never left. I open the door.

I had been sitting in severe, crimson-faced embarrassment for quite a few minutes, stewing in my own self-beratement for long enough that the world had more or less moved on without me. By the time I realized I was being spoken to, I leapt out of my seat and cried out in a much-too-loud voice, "YES! THAT SOUNDS LOVELY! I WAS TOTALLY PAYING ATTENTION! I mean, yeah, music sounds lovely at the moment, haha," I tried desperately to recover. "Heh, sorry about that. The name's Dusty Quill, and I promise I'm not as crazy as I look," I say to Spacer, looking at her apologetically. "Mostly I just don't moniter everything I say or do, so I just sorta let my body go on autopilot for long periods at a time. Then I check back in later to see what has happened while I wasn't paying attention and realize how much my autopilot needs fixing. This mostly manifests in the form of rambling. Which... I'm.. doing right now..." I come to the realization as I speak. I try to do something that doesn't involve making noise, so I hastily shove a few hay fries down my throat. While I revel in the joys of greasy delicacy, I wonder to myself, How in Equestria do these two fillies even tolerate my presence? Not one thing I have said so far has made sense. It's a wonder they can stand to be near me, let alone talk to me and even smile at me. Either it's my lucky day, or at least one of us has gone crazy. Maybe both. Thinking this, I chew and try to avoid saying anything that could lead to a ramble. For the moment, the greasy hay halts my stream of words.

Okay kids, here is the short version. I have had a hell of a few weeks. My whole life started to demand a whole lot more in a whole lot less time. So basically, I fell out of touch with the world in general. As of today, I am back on track for good I think. I sincerely hope I didn't kill the thread by failing to show. Please accept all of my thousand apologies!!

"Thought about travelling?? Miss Star, for the next few years I will be doing little but travelling! And I'm being fully paid for, as well! The University is paying for me to participate in a new program called 'Luna's Travelling Writers' which basically is a way for young writers to spread their work all across Equestria. In my case, I intend to use it as an opportunity to inspire my work in writing so that I can have something that I can be proud of. To make the most of that, I am going to travel all across Equestria! My plan is to do, see, hear, and otherwise experience the whole world! I will meet the most interesting ponies, go on adventures, and get into just enough trouble to fuel my writings! And since you intend to travel, I would like you to be the first to join my Team of Interesting Ponies! What do you say?" By the time I had finished my rant, I was standing on top of our table and had managed to create quite a scene of myself. It was only when I stopped talking that I realized where I was standing. I glanced at all the staring ponies, gave them a friendly wave, and sat back down. "I can get like that sometimes. Usually somepony just cuts me off, so it was weird that I managed a whole rant like that.."

"Well, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Star," I say with a grin and a very slight blush. "And yeah, I have loved that book for years. In fact, I met the author while I was studying at the University of Manehatten a couple years back. He signed my copy, which is older than I am. I regret to say I left said copy at home, but it's good to know that somepony else appreciates his genius. I particularly love the climax when Rosepetal tells- WAIT! You might not be that far!" I exclaim with a furious blush. "I don't want to spoil the ending! I've already said too much! I'm sorry! I ramble!" I take a few breaths and try to make my face less red. "Sorry, I just let like this around cu- I mean fillies I li- I mean other ponies," I say, correcting as I go, reddening more and more with every passing second. I find salvation in my hay fries, burying my face inside the tray and attempting with all my might to disappear into the greasy abyss. That effort ultimately fails. After a moment, I raise my head back up. "To answer your question, I guess you could say I'm new around here, but I grew up in Manehatten only a little ways away from here, so in that sense the place isn't totally unfamiliar to me."

"Name's Dusty Quill. Most just call me Dust, usually," I say brightly, sitting down and smiling. I look around at the diner and the first thing I notice is the decorations. The place is just like the diners one would see in those old flicks from back in the day, when gangster ponies would sing and dance and proclaim how tough their pompadours looked. I giggle inwardly as that realization sets in. The black and white tiles slightly reflect the glow of the brightly shining neon signs that hang from nearly every inch of wall. In the corner, a jukebox is playing The Rolling Scones' classic hit "Sympathy for the Discord," which topped the charts a few years before I was born. I rock slightly back and forth to the beat in spite of myself. Several ponies are dancing and the atmosphere of the diner is pleasant. I call out to the waitress, "Miss Waitress! An order of your finest hay fries, if you would please!" I then turn to my tablemate again. "Well I'll be, if it isn't 'Everlasting Treasures'! An old favorite of mine, I'll have you know!" I chime cheerily. "What was your name again?" ((By the way, this is the only time I will be OOC if I can help it, but Star Catcher (the one you mentioned before) is not in the character database. Some info in the planning thread about him/her would be awesome))

Okay kids, first post is done, and we are off! Here is the link to the RP: http://mlpforums.com/topic/91970-on-a-day-like-today/ By the way, how do I change the title of this thread so that it is the same as the actual RP thread or whatever I'm supposed to do?

I sighed almost wistfully as I looked behind me at my old hometown, Manehatten. It was going to be a long while before I would return to the city. Still, what I stood to gain was worth the cost of leaving the familiar. I was a part of the experimental "Luna's Travelling Writers" program that the College of Language in Manehatten University had started this year. The idea was that the university would pay for the living expenses of the participants' lives on the road, so long as the school received a share of the profits from any writings they sold in their travels. I was hoping this would be my chance to get inspired. I was, in short, being paid to see the world, and I was going to make the most of it. Not to mention all the ponies I was going to meet on the road, and I was sure there would be plenty. I planned to traverse the whole of Equestria, from Appleoosa to Trottingham to Ponyville and everywhere in between. I was going to be the talk of the nation! But first, I conceded, I needed to get something to eat. By this point I had trotted down several miles, so I stopped at the first diner I saw off the side of the road. I fixed my mane, adjusted my trusty scarf, and opened the door to head inside. I called out in my most profound, booming voice, "Hello there, everypony! I am Dusty Quill, and I am one hungry unicorn!" Most of the ponies in the diner barely looked at me; those who did quickly shrugged me off. I saw it was lunch hour, so the diner was nearly full. Looking around, I saw that one of the booths was only seating one pony, so I trotted over and sat across from them. "Mind if I sit down?" I asked. (This being where anyone can jump in, whoever wants to be at the table or whatever)

That is a good rule. I think we may be about ready to start. Are people ready to go, give or take?

My schedule is often wonky as well. Most nights I am free though, so I am up for most anything after 6ish central time. The vibe I am getting is that a synchronized time for us all to get together will be difficult if not impossible, so we may start off the rp with people in similar time zones/availability times ending up together at the beginning and moving tangently,

Okay, I'm really sorry I've been gone all week. I've been at a retreat with no computer and whatnot. Anyway! Let's make first some plans for days when everyone will be able to do this rp, since I usually prefer to have it be moving quickly. If everyone could give a time during the week that works best for them, we can try to find a way to make it work for everyone. That said, I'm totally cool with us starting in Manehatten since that is the town Dusty lives in.

I'm not dead set on anything yet. I am totally open to ideas.

Kappa, I think we are going to call it in at ten. I'm really really sorry, I just can't see it working out well with too many, and I therefore must draw a line somewhere :/ By the way, my OC link: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/dusty-quill-r5953

Alright, DashieHeart, you make ten. Which, in my opinion, is plenty for the kind of thing we are putting together here. Assuming we agree on that, does that make the full team?

So if I'm counting right, so far we have myself (Dusty Quill), TheLineTrotter (Vincent Stormwalker), twilight24 (Violet Dreamer),Guardian Braveheart, SomariFeyWright (Pitch Light), Sarge Sixteenbit, Raptor Jesus (Thunder Shred), XC Brony (Mafia Runaway), and DJ Spacer. Is there anyone I didn't get and/or anyone who I listed who is no longer interested?

I'm thinking my OC, Dusty Quill, leaves his hometown one day in search of inspiration for his writing career. On his way, he meets [insert ponies who join here] and they become his friends and inspiration for his writings. The travels of the group take them from Canterlot to Appleloosa and anywhere in between, but at the end of every day Dusty recaps his experiences and draws something significant from them (when he can). Does that sound good, or do we need more details?

Honestly, I am so open to ideas right now. I don't even care if Ponyville or the Mane 6 show up anywhere. I am up for anything haha

I'm looking to start an RP thread with a few (at most maybe seven?) participants who would enjoy an RP with romance, silly stuff, general tomfoolery, lots of snark, and perhaps even some tender moments. If that sounds up your ally, awesome!

Thanks for the warm welcome everyone <3 I've been a member for like 12 hours (most of which I've spent sleeping) and I already feel welcomed to the community

I would really like to get into fic writing. Trouble is, I can tell a story really well, but when it comes to actually writing it down, I'm terrible about staying committed to my stuff. Tis my great beast to slay, I guess