Octavia's Bow

This is what we had.

crisahys, on 05 Mar 2016 - 01:59 AM, said:

At the sigh of relief, Veiled Spike replies, "Thank you, Celestia! I cannot tell you enough of how much I am happy that you made it safely. It is overwhelming. For the dinner, -" Just as she was about the continue about the food items available, the stress of the protest out-crying outside of the venue made her forget. So she continued, "follow me to the catering, and I will show you the available food items. It's quite diverse."

Big Mac nods and moves to follow, looking around at the strange images around him. They were a little unsettling… kind of like Veiled’s eyes. But, unique, like her eyes again. They soon found themselves at the table spread with no new incidents. Seems some security showed up to dampen the crowd further.

Comet Tail, on 05 Mar 2016 - 02:00 AM, said:

In response to her silence, I pause, deeply regretting what I'd said about the bear. My mind starts racing over things I could say, should say, what else could I say? I've already given something of a small speech on this. I'd carefully built a house of cards, then in the blink of an eye, knocked it all down. I absolutely can't let this go unredeemed. I absolutely have to do something! But what?

"Welp, bed time! No sense in prolonging it, big day tomorrow!" She heads to bed.

I bite my lip - something - something - what? - whhaaat?

"Twilight!" I call, almost a full three seconds after her declaration. I hope it wasn't too much of a bark - though it sounded kinda snappy. But there certainly wasn't any anger in it, just, yelled in the sort of way you'd yell if you were suddenly surprised by something, or scared by something suddenly popping up.

- If she stops,

She pauses a moment, and in that moment you are suddenly at her side. Saying weird, but cute things to try and make her feel a bit better. And then you hug her! The blush slowly spread across her face as she plays with her mane a bit, slightly embarrassed. But, for the attempt, she rewards you with a small kiss on your cheek and a brief hug, looking back at you. Then she mumbles, “T-thanks Comet. Get some sleep. We’ll, uhh… it’ll be a long day tomorrow.”

Gloomfury, on 05 Mar 2016 - 10:24 AM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow,

"Thank ya kindly." She said, taking off the other hat and putting her back on. "It was my da's before he past. So it's very important to me. I always wear it when I train and when I walk into a ring. I place it on the turnbuckle of my corner so it'll seem like he's always there cheering me on. Anyway. May I have your name miss...?"

She nods and turns to her mannequins, “I’m Rarity darling.” She straightens up her things, “I run this boutique, and another.” She straightens them up a bit. “Now, I suppose the question is, what can I do for a boxer. Did you perhaps want a new robe, darling? They can be quite fashionable.”

Count Paradox, on 07 Mar 2016 - 12:39 AM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow, @@Comet Tail,

Paradox nods excitedly. "No, no, I don't mind at all if Vinyl tags along!" 'At least it should give me a chance to get some sweet revenge on her for apparently setting me up and not helping me. At least I got my date with Octavia set, though.' He thought. "So, would it be beneficial for me to just hang here with you guys, or should I just head home and get ready so you can keep an eye on Vinyl's friend while he uses your piano?"

Octavia looks over at her piano and purses her lips. Without a word, she grabs a grey beanie and a red scarf, wraps it around her neck twice, then takes his arm. “If I stay, I will glare him down. However, he seems to like Vinyl, which means eventually, I will know where he lives. Shall we away?” She shoots another pointed glare at her piano.

Skylord Nexus, on 06 Mar 2016 - 07:15 AM, said:

@Comet Tail,

Ticktock gave a sharp intake of air as  AJ grabbed his hoof and shook it "Nice to meet you to, but please call me Ticktock." Ticktock then smirks at Rainbow Dash's challenge to him "Ok I'll eat to of them however I will only do it if you have two as well at the same time so we can see who lasts longer. Oh course i'm not going to force you to do it but it will go to show that I can take more spice than you can."

"Ticktock it is, then, pard'ner." AJ replies with a tilt of her hat.

When you mention "two as well at the same time...", RD's face droops and pales as though someone had poured white paint on her head. But when you say, "more spice than you can," her attitude changes. 

The sheer amount of dread in her face would lead you to think she were being compelled to a gallows, but her iron determination to prove herself makes her seem like one of those war heroes that would go down in history saying she only regretted she didn't have a second life to give for her country.

But even heroes often flinch in the final minute, and she looked about as eager to accept the challenge as to have a noose placed on her neck - heavens' knows the peppers have about the same effect, albeit involving a lot more fire, brimstone, and just about everything else involved.

Her ears flopped, "Eheheh, well, uhm - " Her facade of bravery is holding up about as well as a house of cards in a hurricane.

"Crescent rolls, STAT!" Pinkie zaps into the kitchen, leaving the swing door flapping in her wake, distracting RD for a brief moment.

She turns back to you - "You're on!"

"Now hold on, there, both'a you," AJ interrupts, "I don't think that's right fair 'till Ticktock's tried one to challenge'em with two, Rainbow. Ya don't bump it up in these contests until the second pony's copied the first pony."

"You know what? AJ's got a point." All of the paleness and anxiety seems to wash off RD as if AJ had just thrown a bucket of water over her. _{Are her eyes still wet from the peppers, or did they just get a little wetter from almost crying with relief at not having to accept the challenge?} Rainbow takes another drink from the milkshake. You don't know if you've ever seen a pony so happy to drink a milkshake.

A continuous stream of loud clanging noises comes from the kitchen as Pinkie begins throwing together some crescent roll dough.

AJ then turns to you - "So Ticktock'ere has gotta eat one a'fore he can rightly be made to eat two." She gives you a friendly smile to make it clear that she's not upset, so much as explaining the rules. She then takes a few steps towards Rainbow, positioning herself so that while she's facing you, RD can't see her mouth, and then whispers, "You'll thank me for this after you've had one, sugercube. I'm honestly worried what'd happen to somepony if they ate two... Please don't."

(See OOC thread)

*Shrugs* I'm just not active on this forum anymore. It's not fair to them that I forget about it for a month then go, "Oh s***. I forgot again." So, I knew eventually, I'd need to pass it off. I can't just give excuse after excuse for another 2 years. I remember when this was well and truly fun for: a sophomore/junior in high school without a ton of romantic prospects, and a huge crush on AJ. I wrote poems and stuffs. Those replies came in at least semi-regularly. Not, like, thrice yearly. But you still have the spot if you want it.

Besides, I haven't seen the new season. If there is one thing this whole shindig is, it's one massive spoiler. So there.

*Sighs again* Another batch, coming up. But I'm serious guys, look at eachother, and try to think about who you'd like to see next. I won't be around forever.

Uhhh, I could probably do that. I think Comet had most of his written. I dunno if I did mine or not.

I have come to the conclusion that Comet is gone.

So, here's the deal. I'm a in college now, and the truth of the matter is that my interest in keeping this up as a moderator has grown very slim. My suggestion, if you wish to continue, is to elect  Paradox, Caellum, or Steel into the writer role. I would stick around and update the front page if you decided to use these materials, and maybye write for the person doing everyone else's replies. But as the person in charge, I'm warn out. I'm sorry mates.

Here are your pros

All three have respectable language skills, and have displayed the in the past.
Doxy has been here since the beginning, maybe even before me.
Steel has a wonderful sense of adventure, and enough experience.

Caellum is fairly descriptive, and knows how to get where he's going.

If Comet shows back up, then I expect that he'll regain his position, should he want it. Just be partnered with whomever get in as monsieur head honcho.

Good luck mates.

Well, first I gotta receive a message from my confederate. Or decide that he's gone for good, which would be sad. Then I gotta decide whether I want to continue on my own, since I'm not particularly active either. And then I got about 4 or so forms I forgot about. And I'm pretty sure my rules said I'm not supposed to tell you who's taken, so you have to take a risk~ It's more fun that way.

Update:

It would seem Comet was last active almost 2 weeks ago. Just trying to get in touch with him right now, and then we can get back to it. Hope he's having a good vacation, last we spoke he sounded like he needed it.

Right, well, I just pulled my head out of the sand (got done with finals this semester). So in the loneliness of the summer that I generally enjoy, I should have more time to allocate to this particular facet of creativity. While I may pick up a full time job, me and my beard should not be occupied by that job for too long nor every day. Thank you folks for sticking around, and anyone else who's lurking.

Headcount, who's still around?

Night Lance is a patient person, Comet. Of course, the people still here a pretty patient too. But he's your charge. I don't see the harm in it, if it's fine to the rest of the group.

Pucksterv, on 16 Dec 2015 - 04:15 AM, said:

Trivy felt her heart racing as her confidence quickly returned. She was glad she wasn't the only one cable of stammering like that. It was actually really cute how she responded, quite the opposite from what she had expected. In her mind, she had imagined she was already send half way to the moon because Twilight had ordered Celestia to do so. She let out a small breath as a huge weight had left her shoulders. Not that was completely gone of course. She still needed to how the rest of it would turn out.

''You know you look really cute stammering and blushing. I mean, at least you're not as bad as me.'' she said with an embarrassed smile while she rubbed the beck of her neck. Then realization suddenly hit her. ''Oh uh... Totally forget. I suppose introducing myself was something I should have done first.'' she said with a soft smile. ''My name is Trivy. Trivia Hecta.'' she said as she made a small bow. ''I'm pretty much new here in Ponyville so I don't suppose you know a good place to go for a-a first d-date?'' she said, still having trouble saying those last few words.

Twilight perks up instantly, “Uhuh! One second.” She bounces to a shelf and pulls out a very, very thick guide to Equestria’s places, that you are beginning to suspect are outdated. She suggests a few things, but most of the options are pretty similar and very rustic.

Comet Tail, on 16 Dec 2015 - 04:26 AM, said:

(I just had the funny realization that the sooner I finish everyone else's replies, the sooner I get my own reply! )

I'm amazed at the clockwork feat, everything moving with such extreme precision. I blink twice, taking it all in. "Woah. You know, typically, adventures have some brave stallion rescuing a damsel in distress. But I get the feeling that if we go on some kind of adventure on the moon, you'll probably be the one saving me," I chuckle. Looking at the teddy bear and its impaled injury, I look back at her and comment with a smirk; "Well, you've saved me from missing the stop at the station and lots of heavy baggage, but I'm a little concerned seeing as you didn't save this teddy bear from a possibly mortal injury."

Fortunately, I catch the implication rather quickly before I let it go; "But like I just said - it's what happens now that matters, and you did save me from the baggage and missing the stop, so even if you let Teddy get impaled in the past -" I glance at the bear, then back at her, "You've proven tonight that you wouldn't let that happen now." I shoot her an understanding, close-eyed smile as I levitate the stuffed animal over to her in an offering gesture.

(All the way up until we go awol, yeah.)

When you open your eyes, the bear is gone and she’s not looking at you, though you get the sense it’s not from embarrassment. After a bit, she tries her best to sound normal, “Welp, bed time! No sense in prolonging it, big day tomorrow!” She heads to bed.

Count Paradox, on 16 Dec 2015 - 08:59 AM, said:

Dox's heart sank when she shook her head no. Had he said something wrong? Been too predictable? He felt the situation getting away from him, and he was about to give up, until she mentioned something a bit more interesting than a traditional date. The fact that, even though she shot his idea down like other stallions before him, the fact that she was giving him another route meant that she must see something different in him than the others, right? "Uh, sure! That sounds fun! I've never actually been myself, so it'll be an interesting new experience for the both of us." He gave her a small, nervous smile. "So, uh, how about sometime this afternoon? Unless you're busy, I can go with a different date for our date." He let out a nervous chuckle, realizing how cheesy he sounded.

A thought passes through her mind of asking about another mare jokingly, but decides to spare you that very brief jab. She nods, “Sure. If it’s at that time, maybe Vinyl would like to come with us. That is, if she isn’t to busy with her new friend.” She waves at her silent, DJ buddy.

Gloomfury, on 16 Dec 2015 - 12:05 PM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow,

Shamrock smiled and gave a bow. "Shamrock, at your serves. Though I am also known as 'Sledge-hoof' Shamrock. Because my hooves feel like being hit by a sledgehammer." She did a light one-two combo with a cocky grin. "I'm a boxer, if you havn't caught one. Also, would you mind giving my hat back?"

“Umm, ahh, yes. A boxer you say?” she very hesitantly gives you your hat back, though it’s obvious that she doesn’t understand WHY you would want such a thing.

Script Dangles, on 17 Dec 2015 - 12:04 AM, said:

Things had a funny way of working themselves out, sometimes.

Script hadn't gone straight home.  No, he had a lot that he needed to have done before seven, and the sun was already setting over the straight-line horizon, dusk encroaching into what was left of daytime.  So once he'd turned away, he'd headed back into town.  The next hour or so, he'd spent spinning about the immense gazebo-like structure that served as its center.  He'd looked in storefront windows, at first, but when that searching frustrated him, he started to stop ponies that looked like they might be helpful.  Excuse me, miss...can you tell me where I can find a florist?  Pardon me, sir...I'm new here.  Can you recommend a nice place to take a mare to dinner?  Preferably one where maybe they play soft music by your table?  Oh, and is there a river nearby?  Something with maybe a bridge over the top of it?  It was a lot of questions asked to a lot of strangers and Script felt terribly self-conscious about asking them.  But what he had discovered, after he had finished and turned his back on Ponyville for his house, was that he'd learned a lot about his adopted home.  He had learned about all the shoppes in town, learned their keeper's names, and studied their wares.  He'd also discovered that the ponies here were kind and friendly and always seemed to have a moment for you – even when you asked them questions that he knew probably seemed strange and annoying.  The birds were out and singing and the sun had set fire to the sky before disappearing.  It wasn't Chicoltgo...but maybe it was even better, in its own charming way.

There was only one way it was going to get better, he considered.  And she was going to be at his house at seven.

If she shows up at all, he reminded himself, opening the door to his house once he'd arrived and shutting it after himself.  It wasn't like you exactly gave her a choice.  He tried not to dwell on it too much.  He had his flowers and he had his reservations for their dinner at a quaint little outdoor cafe.  He'd planned out the route on which he'd take her afterwards, if all went well, for a nice walk under the stars.

That was ever Script:  The plan, written out carefully, like the plots to one of his novels.  He got into his shower and cleaned himself.  When he finished, combing his mane and brushing his teeth, night had claimed the day.  It was almost time.  He waited in his living room listening for the door.

He couldn't help himself; he imagined how he'd feel if her knock never came.

7 rolls around, and nothing.

7:30, still nothing.

7:45, you begin to despair.

7:50, still no sign.

At 7:59, there’s a knock on your door.

Strong Copper, on 17 Dec 2015 - 9:41 PM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow,

For a moment, a very different thought ran through Strong Copper's head about the invitation that he had just received. It was short lived however due to the fact that his mother had not raised a pervert, but it was entertaining while it lasted. Accepting the invitation and stepping inside Zecora's tree home, Strong Copper took a moment to look around to admire the place before closing the door behind him. "I have to admit, this place is rather nice." It was both exotic but also rather homely at the same time.

She shrugs, “My home is small, but it is mine. No room for all, but for me, just fine. Now then, what would you know? I have much knowledge on things that here grow.”

crisahys, on 27 Dec 2015 - 9:26 PM, said:

Veiled Spike, both surprised and anxious, took a closer look at the picture to verify that it's indeed of her. For sure enough, she replied, "That's a printed replica poster of my self-portrait artwork I've done. I assumed that you went to the merchandise booth before it closed due to emergency reasons. Are you hurt? Was it difficult to get in? I'm sorry for the fact that this most recent inconvenience has held you back." One of the backstage caterers notified Velied Spike that dinner is ready, Veiled thanked the caterer and asked Big Mac, "Looks like dinner is ready. Would like to eat with me?"

Big Mac shakes his head no at her question of being hurt, before nodding yes for the dinner. He awaits your lead, ma’dam.

Just waiting on some confirmations.

@@Comet Tail

Hi, I was just wondering if I could join in, but just so you know I've never really rped before.

You can, but this isn't really where I'd recommend starting. This RP has special rules and such, and isn't like more traditional RPs that would better help you get your feet wet.

If you'd still like to join, I need a character sheet and a date target, and I'll get back to you when I get a chance.

Mmmmmmm...

Listen, this is my fair warning that's about 3 months overdue now.

Between college, online class, my job overworking me, and me trying to obtain a social life I've had little time for things like my health, sleeping, eating properly, exercise, and this ask section. So yes, we are technically all accepting and toy knowledge Fluttershy is relatively slim on takers. But my posts are anything but fast. Most I actually find myself semi disappointed because they aren't at a level I'm overly proud of, regardless of what others may say. Among the many things I ponder, the future of this page and what I want for it comes up often. So, yes. She treads water, but she's open. I'll review the join forms before the end of next week.

Cosmo, 'on schedual' would be Thursday. Be a good mate and grab the pitch. That hole there's a bit bigger than the others. Tallyho.

I feel sick and tired and stressed. Fun. With my content pages down it's harder to check up on this too. Fiddlesticks.

The anti-instalike/reply-adox post.

Count Paradox, on 23 Nov 2015 - 7:14 PM, said:

@Octavia's Bow

Catching the look that Vinyl gave, Dox leaned over to look at her, giving her a 'I will get you back for this...' look. He stood straight back up, however, when he heard Octavia's agreement to go on a date with him. His face flushed red again, as he actually didn't think he would get this far. His mind raced with a multitude of things he would like to take her to do; Go see a play, take her to a concert (although his musical taste might clash with hers), many things... However, he settled on something simple. "Urn... How about dinner tonight? I may not look it, but I can cook rather well. And after that, a walk under the stars?" He knew it was cliche and predictable, but he hoped she would like his idea.

She thinks about it for a moment, then shakes her head no. “You’d be surprised how many other stallions try that. No, I think I want to do something a little bit more interesting. Vinyl was showing me earlier this new thing called ‘lazer tag.’ It uses most of the same equipment as her lighting stuff. It seems like harmless fun, if you’re up for it.”

(Mix it up a little, you stubborn colt.)

Gloomfury, on 23 Nov 2015 - 8:00 PM, said:

"Uuuh.." Shamrock's mind had to process what just happen. That was the fastest and the first time someone has ever dressed her. After a few seconds her brain started working again. "Jaysus, I didn't see that coming at all. And I've taken punches to the face." She laughed. She then took a step toward the mare. "Howya, name's Shamrock. I was out for a run when I saw something in here that caught my eye. It was ivory white and a slightly dark lavender with two sapphire jems. She also has a lovely voice." She said with a smirk.

Rarity blushes, “How remarkable. You seem to have spotted an object that looks exactly like myself. Of course, I would love to know the name of a pony who desired such objects. Alas, she has yet to tell me.” Rarity seems a little flattered, though she doesn’t quite recognize you.

Strong Copper, on 24 Nov 2015 - 12:15 AM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow,

Strong Copper met Zecora's gaze with a serious look on his face. When he spoke, it was quite clear that he meant every word he was saying. "Often times the best way to avoid an incident between pony kind and the dangerous creatures of the world is quite simply to leave the dangerous creatures alone and give them the space they desire. Whenever I go somewhere in which ponies and dangerous creatures meet, the first question I have to figure out is whom is trespassing on the others turf before I take any other action. Sometimes the best course of action is simply to convince the ponies in question to leave the area."

"I promise you that I will not cause any needless harm to the creatures of the Everfree; I will only take action if lives are at risk either because someone stumbled into territory they do not belong in or if one of the creatures of the forest starts hunting outside of it where ponies are likely to be." A simple promise, but one that would hopefully be acceptable for the beautiful Zecora to be willing to share what she knew with him.

Zecora nods and gestures you to come inside, “Then I will give you what you desire. Come inside, we’ll talk by fire.” She walks into the tree house, leaving the door open for you.

Script Dangles, on 24 Nov 2015 - 02:27 AM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow,

“Cheerilee,” she says, offering a smile. “As you guessed, I’m their teacher. So, Mr. Dangles, are you looking to enroll a foal or filly? We are towards the end of the year, but I’m sure we can fit them in for next.”

Script smiled.  "Actually, neither," he replied, nodding back in the direction of the laughing and dashing ponies.  "I saw their game and I just wanted to stop for a second and watch.  Nostalgia.  I used to play when I was younger, myself, and it just kind of made me smile, watching them."  The unicorn's horn briefly went aglow as he explained himself.  He was a writer; he always carried at least a scrap of paper and a writing utensil on his person.  He was rarely happier for that than he was today.

"Like I said, I'm new in town," he said.  In a long, elegant cursive, he wrote down the address of his modest home.  He punctuated that with a simple time:  7:00pm.  "I really haven't met many ponies yet.  And I really have no idea where the best places in town somebody might take a beautiful young mare out for a friendly bite to eat are.  So I'd really like you to have this."

"I figure I can figure the last part out by seven tonight," he mused with a smile.  And Script floated the note to Cheerilee before turning and starting away back for home.

Just loud enough for her to hear, as he did:  "Because you make me smile, too."

You don’t see her reaction, which is kind of a shame. I guess. I mean, it might have been valuable. But, for now, let’s just give you some time to prep for your date.

Pucksterv, on 24 Nov 2015 - 11:49 AM, said:

''R-really?'' Trivy said surprised. Oh my gosh, she said sure! She gave a small smile. wait? Did she say research? Her ears dropped at the sudden realization that Twilight didn't have a clue about what Trivia meant with 'getting to know you better'. It wasn't Twilight's fault though, it was hard to understand anything with all that stammering from earlier. Darn it, I really need to work on that.

''Twilight, Princess... I-I didn't mean it like that. I meant like hangout as in.'' She took another deep breath. ''I meant like in a date. If you don't want to that's fine. well no actually, I would be devastated but that doesn't matter. I'm not even sure you like mares in that way so... you know, just leave it. Forget I said anything. You probably wouldn't be interested in me in such a way anyway. I mean, would you? Would you like to go a date with me?'' she said nervously. In her head, she was already hitting herself for the millionth time to ever think that this was going to run smoothly.

Twilight blinks, color slowly spreading to her cheeks. She opens her mouth and closes it again for a couple of seconds before finally managin,”U-umm, sure! I, umm, don’t have any plans for later. We could try the whole…. relationship thingie. Yeah.” She offers a smile, but it’s pretty painfully obvious that she doesn’t have a lot of experience.

 

crisahys, on 26 Nov 2015 - 11:01 PM, said:

Veiled Spike, in sudden relief, opens her arms to hug Big Mac and said to him, "Oh, Celestia! I'm glad you're here safely. There was an aggressive mob of religious picketers outside of the art show. You have any idea where Applejack is right now? I'm asking to make sure that she's safe. I'm so thankful that you can make it."

Big Mac is blushing, but offers, “Home. She, umm, she showed me something.” He holds out a picture. It’s a portrait of you without your glasses. “It’s… kinda cute…”

 

Comet Tail, on 25 Nov 2015 - 6:19 PM, said:

(It's quite a shame I don't have my meta-knowledge, here...)

A teddy bear? I hope she doesn't see me holding back a grin. She has/had a teddy bear? That's adorable! I love this mare! Well, uhm... Wait a second, she's not too distraught over its damage, though, and she left it here... Hmm... So what is it doing here? Fortunately, the thoughts go by fast enough that I don't miss much of her explanation.

I'm not quite sure how to respond. But, luckily, I do have an idea of the message I want to get across. "Well, I mean..." No, don't go the usual, 'well, I do it sometimes, too,' approach - this is about her, not me, so how else can I approach this?... I scan my surroundings. Unfortunately, I really can't seem to make much of an argument for 'well, it's not that bad,' because it is pretty bad...

"The fact that you feel bad about it says a lot, though. A true slob wouldn't care, but you do care, and that makes all the difference. I mean, if ponies were stuck the way they were born, nopony would ever learn to talk and we'd all be crawlin' around in diapers," some levity slips into my voice describing the absurd dystopia before the gentle tone returns, "The important thing is how we change. If you would never do this to your current library, then what does it matter what happened in the past? You couldn't talk in the past, either, but you've learned to talk and a lot more than that - so it's where you are now, that matters." I finish, giving her a cheery little smile.

Darn, I was pretty terrified I'd have nothing to console her with, but that went pretty darn good. I give the place another look-over.

"So, would it help you feel a lot better if we got cleaning now, or should we wait until morning? I don't know if my brain is awake enough to be of much help cleaning right now... I don't know what I'd do to help." Indeed, thinking of it does nothing but drop my mind into blurry confusion... But the book lying on the floor catches my attention. Wait, no... All a lot of this would involve is some brushing up and putting books back on the shelves... I can do that!

Unfortunately, I've paused for a second, so she's probably made her reply by now.

If she, herself, seems to sincerely want to go to sleep, then I'll concede to that, here. But if she's merely caving into my will with a reluctant or sad; "...We can do it in the morning," then I'm going to say, "Nah, it'll help you feel better -" I pick up the book in my magic and walk with it over to the bookcase, examining the author's last name with those on the shelves, "My mind's waking up, this isn't too bad, we can just brush it up a little right now and you'll sleep a lot better..." I flash a smile at her, "We both will."

If she presses cleaning the place up, though, then just replace my, "Nah, it'll help you feel better-" with a "Alrighty, then -" and continue from there.

She sets her head, “Let’s do it now. There… isn’t really a spot for you to sleep otherwise.” She offers you a smile, but it’s clear this isn’t up for debate. (Before you try to tell me that you’ll sleep on the floor and it’s alright no really don’t go through the trouble I’m not that tired. ) She begins cleaning up, and the act is quick. Infact, it’s efficiency is almost like a dance of perfect, well-practiced organization techniques. It’s almost mathematical!

Oh, ummm… Well, you were a little distracted. But you still have the bear! That probably goes somewhere….

I am in the middle of writing right now as it happens. I'm just super tired, super frustrated with my internet, and super busy with college and finals and my irl job. Also, I took of Thanksgiving, which I hadn't planned to do.

https://mlpforums.com/topic/140783-ask-anypony-on-a-date/Alright, here's the link to the new OOC. Please give it a quick read and post your informations.

 

Oh, also, if you'd like a record of your replies, you should probably start on getting them out before the mods lock down and torch the page. Just in case, ya know? (IE, That's what I'm doing xD)

I suppose I should put revamp in the other title. Thought the mods would've deleted this by now.

Well, did you move is?

@@Comet Tail, (It's very interesting that I forgot this, as I had literally wrote it the day I posted everything else. I guess I is are catching teh dumbs.) 

Comet Tail, on 22 Nov 2015 - 02:46 AM, said:

[Funny thought: when this started... Nay, before this update, we didn't have canon on her reaction to seeing her old library. Now, as of Amending Fences, we do ]

Goodnight Moon, it is, then. I can't remember it all, though, so I have to improvise a good deal of it, but I'm surprised by how decently I do at coming up with little families of mice and anthropomorphizing furniture. It takes me until I finish to realize that she's out. When I do notice, I can't help but let out a satisfied hum, then gently hum a little bit of "you are my sunshine," whether or not she's awake to hear it. I guess it's a little too relaxing for how tired I am.

Normally I wake very slowly - but not now. My ears perk up and I scan the surroundings thoroughly - I'm somewhat alarmed, trying to make sense of what's going on - when I notice my luggage. That's the signal that everything is okay - if there had been some kind of train wreck or something I doubt our luggage would be here. My luggage - and her luggage - are all being carried in her magic... And so am I?! Woah. I'm impressed at how effortlessly she's doing it - she doesn't seem to find it very difficult at all - yet, in looking to see if she finds this difficult to carry, I notice something else on her features.

"Are you alright? Is... Everything okay?" Concern tips my voice as I ask, noticing her discouraged look.

There's an odd feeling poking the back of my mind, but I'm too concerned with asking her about what her concern is to investigate it.

[Those odd thoughts I'm not yet aware of are: 1. What's this library? Where are we? 2. She's levitating me in her magic. It's kind of like holding someone all over. A bit of an odd feeling, but given we were snuggling earlier, I guess nothing really new...]

She lightly sets both your things back down, as well as your person, and nods slowly, “It’s just… I didn’t think I left this place so neglectfully.” She picks up a broken Teddy Bear in her hooves and looks around, “I mean, just look at this place. Covered in dust, filled with broken things? There’s just…” She closes her eyes, “I can’t believe I would just leave it like this.” It is definitely eating at her. Seems like this place was probably special to her in the past.

*another withering glance at Vinyl*

 

But in all seriousness, I'm always excited when you all post, it's interesting to see how you'll go with people's dates - Or not go with them.

 

And yeah, I responded quickly, but again, just the right place at the right time. XD

The right place at the right time is a suspicious excuse when it's every time. XD

Count Paradox, on 08 Nov 2015 - 10:48 PM, said:

@Octavia's Bow

Dox's face went red, and he stuttered. "Oh, u-uh, yes, thank you, miss... O-Octavia, correct? I believe we've met a few times, if I'm not mistaken..." He stepped inside, nervous as to the fact that his plan seemed to be crumbling. He attempted to get Vinyl's attention without attracting Octavia's, but to no avail. 'Well, I guess it's time for plan B...' "Um, miss Octavia, there may be another reason why I came here... I've, uh, always admired you any time I was able to get any time with you while hanging out with Vinyl, and, well... I actually came to ask you if you would possibly go on a date with me? I know we don't know each other very well, and this is really sudden, but... Would you be willing to give me a chance?"

Octavia looks back at Vinyl, who happened to look back at her with a grin. You get the feeling that Vinyl both knew way more about what was happening than she let on…

… and that she totally set you up on purpose. Octavia is blushing a bit, but she nods. “Alright. What do you propose we do?” The both of you come inside, and soon after there's another knock at your door. Octavia gets Vinyl's attention and gestures at the door, giving you time to think of something.

Script Dangles, on 08 Nov 2015 - 11:45 PM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow,

Cheerilee blinks and nods, “Yes. This is a fun time for them, as it is recess. May I help you Mr. …?” She offers a warm, if somewhat cautious smile. What will you do?

That smile, he thought.  It was enough to bowl a pony right over.

He extended a hoof.  "I'm Script," he said.  "Script Dangles."  He wondered if she'd hear of him, maybe read something he'd written.  Normally, he wasn't the kind of pony especially preoccupied with his celebrity status, as minor as it was.  He was finding this to be one of the very rare exceptions to that sentiment.

He glanced back at the ponies at play for moment.  "It reminds me of when I used to be their age," he mused.  "I used to love horse hockey."  For a moment, the beautiful mare next to him was forgotten.  Script smiled at the memories.

But the moment fled as quickly as it had come on.  And there she was again.  His nerves returned.  "You're their teacher, I suppose," he said.  "Ms...?"

He hoped she didn't correct him.  Mrs. was the last thing he wanted to hear.

“Cheerilee,” she says, offering a smile. “As you guessed, I’m their teacher. So, Mr. Dangles, are you looking to enroll a foal or filly? We are towards the end of the year, but I’m sure we can fit them in for next.”

Strong Copper, on 09 Nov 2015 - 02:16 AM, said:

@@Octavia's Bow,

The journey through the Forest lasted a little longer then Strong Copper might have liked, but it was better then getting lost. In the end, slow and steady won out and he arrived at his destination.

If he was being completely honest with himself he hadn't actually known what he had expected to find when the terms 'Zebra Witch' and 'Zebra Shaman' had been brought up back in Ponyville; The zebra mare that was resting beside a pond next to what could only be assumed to be her home wasn't the mental picture that he had, but she was a major improvement. Much easier on the eyes to start with. She was beautiful in a rather primal way... the kind of natural beauty that you normally had to leave pony controlled environments and head out into the much more dangerous wilds in order to find.

Approaching the mare, he did his best to make it look like he wasn't checking her out as he answered "I'm not actually here to shop... at least not in the conventional sense. You see, my name is Strong Copper and I've recently moved to Ponyville because of my profession." Coming to a stop a respectful distance away from the mare and waiting for her to give her permission before he considered taking a seat next to the pond himself. He offered her a small smile as he continued "See, for lack of a better word I'm a monster hunter. I specialize in beasts and supernatural creatures that are highly dangerous and identifying them, providing information on how to handle the situation and trying to bring about the best possible outcome for all parties."

"I asked around town to see who I should ask in order to get an understanding of the creatures that actually live in the Everfree and a fair few ponies pointed me in your direction. Would this be a bad time to ask you about some of the fauna that lives in the Forest with you?" He asked politely. He didn't want to bother her if she was busy after all.

Her lips purse, “A hunter of monsters, you’re strong indeed. But I’ll need a promise for the answers you need. This place is a haven for all sorts of folk. Don’t harm one without malice to their bulk.”

Pucksterv, on 09 Nov 2015 - 05:28 AM, said:

Trivy felt her cheeks turning red at the sight of Twilight's beautiful soft smile. The fact that her coat was colored cinnamon did not help to hide her deep blush. At least the redness of it all colored nice with her mane. But nothing could beat the absolute refinement and beauty of the purple and blue combo that was laying with her head between the books. Only thing missing were her reading glasses. She didn't wear them often, which was unfortunate because she looked so charming, adorable wearing them.

Trivia took a deep breath, swallowing her pride and confidence down her throat as she stepped towards Twilight. She had prepared a whole speech on her way to the castle but it seemed her mind had abandoned her in this moment. She tried to gather the right words into her head. "Hey Twilight.'' Those were the first words that came to her. ''I know you don't know me very well and all but if you are feeling bored, not that I was listening in on your conversation, if you don't have anything important to do, I mean I can imagine being a princess keeps you occupied, but if you could, if you want... uhm.'' Her nerves shut down her mouth, she was unable to think any further. There was a small moment of silence coming from the nervous mare as she collected her thoughts.

''Would you like to hang out? You seem like a nice mare and I would like to get to know you." She said finally. She stood there, expecting the worse answer possible. Who am I kidding? She's never going to fall for somepony like me. Trivy looked at the princess, studying her face for any expression that would confirm the rejection she was expecting.

“Sure! The Princess of Friendship NEVER turns down new research opportunities!” She… MAY have gotten the wrong impression. For now, though, you have an entrance. What will you do with it, one wonders….

Tomorrow or Saturday. Sorry guys, I suck.

UPDATE:

My friend's grandmother ISN'T dead like we previously thought. (The drawbacks to only getting half a conversation) She is, however, critically ill.

This friend of mine, while visiting his grandmother, found out he had a kidney stone.

I will probably work on the replies soon. We want them out on Thursday.

I will get to the newcomers after that. That would be Pip and Vulcan.

Replies won't be on time this week. My best friend's grandma died