Randimaxis

Based on concept alone, Corner sounds intriguing... in fact, I have a few ideas in mind already... However, first I have to ask the players what they think; I always do. So, whaddya think, folks? Sound like Corner is a winner? Want more background? Questions? Comments? Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream? @MisterRe, if you'd be so kind as to answer their questions, we'll see where we go from here.

Well, if it's okay, we'd like to see what you want to bring into the game. Tell me a bit about your character, and how you'd like to see them fit into the Blackwater Quarry?

Chuck's head seemed to be on a swivel; his gaze bounced back and forth between the doc and the newcomers. He was still in the process of taking it all in and trying to communicate further... Then she touched him. Chuck List had spent a great number of his early years being raised by a mother who had shown him plenty of affection... yet, with her passing, he'd been left in the cold of the Manehattan streets, and hadn't really known much in the way of a gentle touch. Now however, Chuck's face slowly turned an amusing shade of pink. "Humnuh," he uttered, his intellect doing its' best to belay his true thoughts. Meanwhile, the offer had not gone unnoticed by others present, as Jasper stepped forward with a wide grin, giving a polite nod as he stood alongside the currently speechless forepony. "Chuck has a... unique... provisional accent; one I am familiar with, and would gladly offer to translate. If I may?" He tossed a light glance at the stallion and softly chuckled. "He wishes to know if you're both physically safe, acknowledges the luck of your wheel striking a stray rock and breaking, and then asks why the two of you are out so far in the mountains." Chuck's eyes flicked to Jasper, then back. He gave the slightest of nods... then a small, shy grin that vanished as fast as it appeared. "And I, ladies, am Jasper Cragg - owner of a highly successful mine, not too far from THIS, erm... place." He lifted an eyebrow, then looked over to Ziggy. "Mind you, nothing personal - just business." Khosan's eyes looked over the gathered denizens of the Blackwater Quarry coming closer to investigate, and he gave his boss a nudge. When Jasper looked back, his stalwart zebra companion motioned toward the front gates; Jasper simply smiled and chuckled. "Nonsense, Kho - there's no reason to worry about them! We'll be leaving soon enough... as soon as I'm certain these fine young maidens are left in capable hooves." He glanced over at Chuck, still standing there and looking at the mare holding her hoof to his chest; the forepony really wasn't trying to cause a stir, but Jasper seemed to enjoy making a spectacle of his awkwardness. What's more, Chuck had never seemed like the kind that could be bowled over like this... Silver stared at the open book for exactly six seconds before saying, "I hope I didn't just spoil Ziggy's lunch..." With that, she went to Blitz's sleeping form and fretted over her for a moment, seeming to almost hover across the floor, one side of the cot to the other, before finally stopping and shaking her head. "This is NOT impossible... okay, ummm - well, if I were me, which I most certainly was last time I checked, I'd probably be wondering if there wasn't a way I could wake her up with what I know... I mean, how difficult could it be? It shouldn't be comp-..." With a start, she finally realized that she and Blitz weren't alone - Tracker had finally caught her attention. "OH! Oh! Oh... oh, you scared the wits out of me! I'm sorry I didn't see you there! I... um, a-aren't you the one that Ziggy treated? I heard it looked bad for you, but Ziggy is a top-notch doctor, and she-... wait... waaaaaaait..." She stepped closer, and gave him a suspicious look that was adorable and scary, simultaneously. "... you don't have any connection to that... that SHYSTER out there, Jasper Cragg, do you!?" She started to get a bit flushed, then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, seeming to huff a lot of angry energy out all at once. That dealt with, she turned back to him, this time with a kinder look there. "Sorry... I'm sorry... it's just, he's a jerk! Well, actually more like... wait, no! No, he really IS a JERK!" Aaaaaaaaand the anger was back. This time, it was aimed at the floor, as she began to pace while she muttered, irritation writ large all over her. "Thinks his ideas are so good, but they're dangerous! One day, you'll see! He'll be so high and mighty, but something will go wrong, then it'll all just burst into-" Then, she had it. She knew what would wake the little ball of fire up, and since she was certain she'd be told no if she asked, Silver made an executive decision right then and there to do it anyway. Forgiveness was easier to ask for than permission, right? Right? With that, she made her way back over to the table and carefully placed Blitz on her back. She then turned to Tracker, with an embarrassed smile. "S-sorry - I just got an idea, and I have to see if it'll work - excuse me!" Turning from him, she dashed out the door and headed towards the quarry yard, aimed for the path up to the manor house. As she passed her shed, the crate sitting outside suddenly began to glow, and it followed Silver, her shining horn and blitz up the pathway... The Blackwater matron's eyebrow lifted at this, and she smiled a good morning to key as he passed them. Once her eye caught the book, however... "Oh, Master Key you are... a... DEARIE! And you were, asking about him mere moments ago! Well, here you are, in for an absolute treat!" Vylia did a somersault in the air off her couch and fluttered down with the grace of a swan to light gently next to the album. One look at her, and anyone could tell that Vylia truly cherished thsi photo book; the almost lazy smile that had taken her over was one of fond memories, and she opened it carefully, as if caressing a fragile flower, turning petals to view the dewdrop memories within. "Oh, now this was taken the very day we returned home with him... ah, longer ago than I'd care to admit, yet only yesterday. Strange, how Life's changes can arrest and rush the clock at such intervals as to stagger the mind with such chaotic mischief! Speaking of which..." She brought the album to her guest, and Carnelian could see the reason for the Blackwater's gushery, as it were. The foal pictured was such a light blue, he may have been made of sky. There were little green accents on his muzzle and hooves, and in the particular picture that Vylia had placed at the front of her beloved album, and depending on how one saw children in the first place, either looked as though he were questioning reality... or pooping. It was difficult to tell. But each consecutive picture simply showed Oglevy in many, many, MANY, MANY outfits, all adorable, all expensive... and each one a mortifying moment for any child who has ever lived through the embarrassment of family photos. During these, however, Carnelian also caught a glimpse of a Blackwater she hadn't seen yet - what looked to be a young stallion, older than Daxter, who had a similar light blue coat, but with the bright green stripes of his younger sibling. He looked roguishly handsome, even though every single picture of him with the foal Oglevy was the same - a look of utter distaste for the child. By the fourth page, there were no more sights of this other Blackwater in Oglevy's photos. "LOOK! Oh, that would be where he first outran the eagle who used to roost on top of the manor - when he won, the bird was so annoyed, she moved her nest immediately!" By the picture, he was streaking through the air at such velocity, his image blurred back from the muzzle - but it was unmistakable, the look of utter shock on the eagle's beaked face. From the angle, the picture was most likely taken from an attic-level window of some sort. There were also a few pictures that were - effectively - before and after shots of Oglevy with different tutors. They spanned from left to right; at the left was always a young, adorable colt and an intelligent, distinguished-looking teacher... at the right, an Oglevy that appears a bit older (but just as sweet), standing next to what could only be described as a series of train wrecks of what were once tutors. Hollow-eyed. Worry-lined. Mane matted. Clothing frayed, and in one case dyed hot pink. Nervous expressions. Terrified eyes. Oft-bitten horseshoes. One even seemed to have lost her entire tail, at some point. No doubt about it - though Vylia saw him as harmless... Oglevy had a looooooooong history of 'dealing with authority' already under his belt. And was used to coming out on top.

... lurk, lurk, lurk... ... I watches youuuuu... ... lurk, lurk, lurk...

Any of 'em. Lektra's always thinking, and it's obvious by the first-person narrative of her thoughts. I've always taken a liking to the inward conversation she has with herself before she acts; it shows how different someone's inner thoughts are as opposed to what others see them actually DO. It gives a lot more of a feel for the character, and makes her seem as though she's exactly as intelligent as she purports to be.

You can have Em thinking about all that's been said, and how she feels about the whole Pony/human argument. Take a look at one of @Lektra Bolt's posts; where she goes through a *chuckle* soliloquy about her opinions... but says little in comparison. Think about what Em's feelings are about Luster or Twilight or even Twitch, or perhaps just grumble about how much work it's going to be to get things under control if Luster succeeds. Give it a think for a tic, see what crops up.

I've noticed that, regardless of the context, The Gobo always rises to MEAT the challenge. He has a LEAN towards the JUICY stuff, and I tend to SAVOR his posts. But why are you pointing this out? WORCESTERSHIRE trying to pass along? Something SAUCY, perhaps? Ahhh, pay me no mind - I'm just RIBbing ya.

ODE TO A MARY SUE by: Randimaxis Oh Mary Sue, oh Mary Sue, you realize not what you do when you show off with your power true, to me, you're only phoenix poo. To Mary Sue, I do decree, if playing in my game, you'll be, then please don't argue rules with me I'm running this, not you, you see. You Mary Sue, you take the cake, (and anything else I'd care to bake) But fie on thee, if you think it's jake to take the profit others would make. Dear Mary Sue, your temper's showing your face is positively glowing, especially, since now you're knowing to the trash can, your character's going. If you can give some flaws a try, and make your OC so it MIGHT die, and maybe not cast magic AND fly? Then Mary Sue, you shall deny. But chances are, you just don't care; you love your powers and demand your flair, you have no want for teamwork's share... to let you play just wouldn't be fair. So, if you want a game that's true, and players to enjoy you, then take my word on what to do... DO NOT PLAY A MARY SUE.

All this food stuff... right after my bout of food poisoning?

Once or twice. (Does the Hustle on @Arid_Blitz's lawn.)

Eeyup.

I am digging the changes... and I think we're about done here! You're welcome to go back and turn my blue type to black, and and remove the italics; otherwise, if you think you're good, then let me know, and I'll pop Lumi over into Second Approval!

Cinnamon and frosting tacos, with shells made of Golden Grahams. WHATEVER THEY WANT.

BONE!