Windchime

@Holiday Agnaktor Musical healing boop. ♪

@CypherHoof And sometimes, the windchime dings back. @Holiday Agnaktor @Alexshy @Hierok a regular windchime boop. And a boop to @Totally Lyra for creating the one of the best threads ever!

Windchime's dramatic return! Includes boops to @CypherHoof and @Holiday Agnaktor, but it doesn't end there folks! A quick boop to @Alexshy, @Flutterstep and @Mirage77! A special follower boop to @Princess Celestia Feri! And a boop to wake the beast.. the one the only @The_Gobo

@Holiday Agnaktor Booping for- .. uh *Backs away instead*

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

@Holiday Agnaktor You better react adorably next time I boop you irl then. But for now... boop

Ding. @Alexshy Squeaky yawns are too cute to not boop. While I'm at it, I'm giving @Holiday Agnaktor a goodnight boop and @The_Gobo a boop to annoy him and spam his notifications.

@Flutterstep That's just like saying headpats are bitchslaps! Boops are affectionate nose pokes.

@Holiday Agnaktor Boop back! You know, if you boop a windchime's snoot, it goes ding! And boop @Sweetie Feri because you follow me for some reason! I don't have much to say to the world, so have this instead.

Throw a torch at the venomous jeans while making an effort not to touch said jeans. Assume a ninja pose, whereupon my four attackers naturally only attack one at a time.

Miles O'hare

ＡＢＳＴＲＡＣＴ 8/10 New Windchime, new chances!

@Blitz Boom A headache built. A telltale sign for that something is going wrong, and how wrong depended on the intensity of the headache. They've been happening a lot ever since he's sprouted these horns, and it is as if they have a mind of their own and that's how they communicate with Detail. Either way, supernatural or not, Striking Detail learned to act almost immediately once these headaches came, as it has saved his hide more than once in the past. But usually, first he has to figure out what is going wrong. Too bad the intense ones tend to be rather distracting, though. The dragon (Who, as dragons do, also bears horns. Detail idly wondered if all horned animals have this kind of vague premonition) resumed talking once again, answering question after question of the writers as they reach for his attention like seagulls yelling for bread to be thrown into the air. The intense writing down of ideas and quotes on paper. The free flowing of ink by the machines prompted by the hammering of buttons. The sounds got louder and louder as the headache built and built; Detail had learned to be able to vaguely gauge the severity of the situation by the intensity of the headache, and that the building hadn't stopped yet worried him greatly. Come on, come on, Detail, think! What could possibly be wrong in this situation of the writers, the dragon and his magnificent sharing of Scoop! He completely forgot, the dragon was his exclusive scoop! Detail's pupils shrunk in harrowing realization and his headache receded into a way lighter, lingering pain telling him that he figured it out: They're bleeding him dry! By the time Detail gets to his exclusive interview, there will be nothing new left for an article! In realization of his stupidity, Striking Detail attempted a facehoof, a clunk was heard as he accidentally hit his right horn, so he heaved a heavy sigh instead, resigned to his fate in politeness of letting the writers finish. He stopped listening wondered what he could do instead. Eventually, the writers and the dragon stopped, but it took Striking Detail about two minutes to snap back to reality and realize there was only the sound of ticking typewriters left in the air. Downhearted, Striking Detail looked up at the dragon who finally had the chance to breathe normally for the first time in forever, and simply said; "Benny, I think we're done here. I have to think of something new now, again." with tiredness audible in his voice, as he motioned with a simple head nod towards the door. =========================== @Holiday Agnaktor The smile on Printrose's face became more genuine the less effort she put in maintaining it. Relax, that is what she had to do, she's taking a break, after all. The smile she put up probably looked creepy, anyway. The bottom of the teacup became increasingly visible through the now-less transparent liquid as Printrose drank her tea, so she put it down for now so that she could savor it for a little while longer. Then the pegasus finally talked. A delivery mare. A common job for pegasi, so Avabella believed it easily, and nodded in response. "Delivery is a respectable job. Most of the time, the weight loaded on to you does tend to be heavier than I could ever dream to bare" Printrose commended. "Well, I am a unicorn after all. Any manual labor that can't be easily solved by magic or brains is out of the question for me anyway." Avabella looked at the delicate wings on the pony in front of her. She always was surprised those wings could lift a pony, not even an easy task for levitation magic, and then some extra load. Well, that's what specialists like her are for. They probably must undergo some rough strength training in order to lift usable loads, unlike the average pegasus who probably can't lift more than a saddlebag's worth of stuff. An Equestrian Enquirer special with Pegasi as the center of attention, that would be a neat idea. And then one with earth ponies, and finally one with unicorns? We could work that into a series, that would definitely be an interesting read. But Printrose snapped out of her professional thoughts for now. "I'm sorry, it seems like I was dreaming again" Apologised Printrose. "Work gets me so busy nowadays, I constantly have to think of new ideas for the paper, you see? That tends to get so ingrained in you, especially if you haven't had someone to drink tea with in a while." Avabella ended that last sentence with a sad tone and regretted that almost instantly, following up with "Oh, what am I saying. More tea, dear?" Avabella levitated the teapot with a slight nudge towards Light Rain, offering her first before thinking of herself, as she had noticed that Light Rain enjoyed the tea. Maybe that will finally make her feel at home.

According to all anime ever, "Ngh!" is a word.

@Blitz Boom A short verbal silence occurred while typewriters raved as answers flowed from the dragon. Hooves moving with proficiency hitting the buttons on the typewriters as if by second nature keeping up with the dragon's answers in remarkable fashion. Striking Detail allowed himself a moment of rest as his eyelids rested over half of his eyes as he watched the spectacle. Soon, he will work like this too, but for now his work is done as the dragon will want an inevitable break too before his interview began. Detail listened to the questions and the dragon's rapid answers as a new group comes into play in the spectacle that played before him: the assistants. Some running around with paper and ink ribbons in their muzzles and others who are more careful with fresh mugs of coffee in their mugs and moving away again with dirty mugs to presumably an overloaded dishwasher. The well-oiled machine of the efficient emporium belonging to the Equestrian Enquirer. Ink ribbons and paper loaded in empty typewriters as if they were a car in a pit-stop as sheets full of verbatim quotes and notes for future articles are being produced for the sake of articles; as an entire week's worth of work has to be rewritten before the deadline of one-and-a-half days. Soon the half-silence was broken up writers piped up with more questions, hungry for content and answers for their articles as their careers depend on it: various questions regarding kings, queens, and changeling culture and integration policies. An image of how informed each individual writers are becomes clear as questions range between "What do changelings look like?" "Do they get to choose how colorful they are?" "Do changeling looks depend on the king or queen?" to "Will changelings forever be happy with the self-sustaining power of love they seem to be able to produce nowadays? Will they eventually have to ask nicely to mooch love off of us again? Is this a temporary solution?" to questions even laced with malice such as "If a changeling ever takes my lover's spot, do I at least legally get the opportunity to beat them up for it?" for jealousy still is an important factor in the entire changeling drama. Detail turned to the dragon next to him taking a breather and said: "Take it easy, buddy. You have more time to think about and answer these questions than the writers make you think you do. It's an old journalism trick to squeeze as many answers out of somepony as possible in a short period of time." Detail then fully closed his eyes, casually listening to the questions and answers as he rubs his temples. Seems like another headache is building. He wonders why... =========================== @Holiday Agnaktor Avabella Printrose closed her eyes as she levitated the cup of tea in front of her muzzle, briefly taking in the aroma before taking a sip of the tea herself. Eventually, she put the tea down again after thoroughly enjoying the cherry flavor of today. To put it simply: Printrose valued her tea and teatime. It's the only breaks she gets nowadays; stupid management making her do specials all year round. Makes them no longer special, if you asked her. And a break on the writing team to just produce a normal issue again would probably be appreciated. Though Printrose had to credit them: they sure are hard workers. Printrose opened her eyes to the pegasus in front of her, completely unaware that she did the exact same thing as she did: drift off in her own thoughts before paying attention to the conversation again. Light Rain, she calls herself. Common name for a Pegasus, therefore easy to remember. You tend to notice those things if you're in charge of a team specifically working on detailing what people say about things. "Glad to hear that", Printrose remarked, nodding as she said that. "Light Rain, it is nice to meet you. My name is Avabella Printrose, and I am in charge of those nosy ponies and their typewriters. I'm the executive editor of the paper, meaning that any articles that are written by them first pass through me to see if it's first of all worthy or not to be in the paper in the first place, and to point them to their errors. Given the fact that we just learned that all our work has to be revised before printing, and rather late at that, I won't have anything to do for a short time. So I took a break". Printrose took another tea-pause before continuing, repeating the same savoring behavior as before. "So perhaps, if you have any questions still, I guess I could provide some answers, although they might be outdated. Maybe you will have to ask the dragon instead." Printrose made a friendly gesture towards the biscuits as she finished that sentence. Printrose looked at the pegasus in front of her again, and got the same thoughts. She seems fidgety for no real reason, so she decided to ask some questions about her in an attempt to make her feel more at home: "Say, my dear. I grow curious as this break goes on. What do you do? Another one of those weather drones working in cloud factories, or something more noble than that? Tell me more about yourself." Printrose actively tries to keep the smile on her muzzle. She didn't have to do that often, but she ought to be nice enough to do that when she isn't doing something professional related. She needs to calm down, too.

Rarity! Though, Flutterbat was awesome too and fanart of her is super cute What do you use your OC for, if you have one? If you don't have one, do you ever plan on making an OC and what for?

Well, if we look at Bulk Biceps, I don't think physical strength is 100% limited by ponies' race. The colour scheme could work if you use washed out colours (no strong contrast), blue-beige could definitely work. You can play around with colour schemes in pony creators such as General Zoi's Pony Creator and similar tools.

Sounds like a well-rounded character that can definitely be played well, a character that could definitely fit in the earlier seasons of MLP's slapstick comedy style. What specifically would you like critique or help with?

@Blitz Boom Striking Detail got a glance of the box the dragon guard produced, and quickly grew impressed. The trademark glossy top of the box complete with a subtle silver elegant ridge to be able to lift the box open with one smooth movement of hoof as one would kneel down to propose (a move many a colt-becoming-stallion would practice before their proposals) with the Twinkle Dee "TD" logo in small yet excessively italic-curlicue letters cast in gold slightly above the ridge, the completely hidden hinges of the box, and the matte bottom of the box to serve as backdrop for the insides: presumably the classic red cushion with faint roses perfume as the wedding jewel is proudly located in the middle of the box: Striking Detail could confirm by the make and finish of the box that that was not a fake. Avabella Printrose just assumed it was not a fake by the pride in the dragon's voice. Some of the female writers grew starry-eyed at the sight of the box alone, until Printrose told them to keep working. Eventually, they put their heads down again. Not for long, though, as the dragon finished his sentence giving Striking Detail permission for the interview (and his apology, to which Striking Detail merely raised an eyebrow to), Most writers (curiously, except for the dragon again) immediately piped up with questions. "Where have you heard this from?" "Have you seen one of these hives for yourself?" "How long has these new hives been operating?" "Have you met any changelings yourself?" "Who do you think their new queen is?" "What do you think this new queen will do with the love they harvest?" "Is Canterlot in danger again?" "Is the royal guard doing something about this already?" "How successful have these integration programs been?" "Can I expect that program in Manehattan?" "Can changelings even do anything except harvest love and be menacing?" .... All the writers tried to get a word in at the same time, waving to the dragon, ready to type any answer that comes their way. Striking Detail looked to the dragon and shrugged: "Seems like they want to go first." Avabella Printrose let out a "Pah. Typical" and gestured to the young green mare to come along as she trod away. =========================== @Holiday Agnaktor Walking down a hallway away from the squabble of writers, Printrose, a smaller-than-normal (smaller than Light Rain) unicorn with a constant professional look on her face to make up for it, with a purple coat and neatly combed long, curly dark-blue mane contrasting Striking Detail's short ragged, quickly done mane, and a cutie mark of an article with a big rose overlaid, entered the considerably fancier looking lobby with marble tiles and wooden furniture. A luxurious-looking couch and chair were situated next to a low coffee table, and on the coffee table was a small tea tray with a teapot only one cup, seemingly prepared in advance for Printrose alone. Printrose noticed that and quickly grabbed a second teacup from a cupboard before sitting down on the chair (On a side note, Detail often resented the fact that the break room/lobby of his work is fancier than his entire apartment). Printrose made an effort to relax her otherwise professional look on her face to a more friendly and warm smile as she said: "Sit down, my girl, and have some tea. You don't have to be so on-edge. What is your name, young lady, and what did you come here for?" Printrose looked the green pegasus up and down. She, too, noticed the remarkable gradients with a slight bit of envy, but quickly brushed away the thought. Printrose thought she looked... oddly out of place in this building for some reason, as if she supposed to be doing something else at this moment or something along those lines, but since the lass agreed to a nice cup of tea, Printrose assumed that wasn't the case. Printrose levitated the teapot to fill the two teacups with hot water, and grabbed two valentine's day special blend cherry tea teabags with a small heart printed on it, feeling like it was quite topical for the whole changeling and dragon-in-love happenings. She gently put the teabags in the cups with hot water, patiently waiting for an answer.

@Blitz Boom @Holiday Agnaktor A moment of tension passed as the editor mulled over the evidence, calming down as she thought over the points. The barrage of points were undeniable. A dragon from the royal guard halting her extra-special changeling special in the name of the law. She wouldn't be able to convince the writers to continue anyway now that they've seen this all happen, even if she wanted to, and continuing sounds like a terrible idea. Earlier she wanted to fire Striking Detail for this interference, but it seems like it was good for him to raise the issue after all. And an interview from the guard themselves, and the fact that nobody has done this before? Printrose had to admit something: She never knew that the situation was this way. She heard about the King Thorax, of course, the news made great rounds, but when changeling occurrences were popping up anyway Printrose felt like she had to inform the population out of obligation. And besides, if a guard was here, maybe we could help eachother? In retrospect, this special was going to be more special than ever. But to apologize and attempt to save face in front of the authority... "Oh, ahem, err, sorry." She glanced in nervousness over the writers behind her, who now know that she raved against someone in the wrong (terrible reputation harsher in the media business, by the by) and gestured to Detail. "Mister Detail, thank you for letting us know the situation about all this in time. Dragon guard, I'm afraid you'll be stuck for a while explaining the details to our writer crew here, and then perhaps stuck in an interview. I hope we're not holding up valuable guard duty time here, so you may take your leave if you have something to attend to; but you will be welcome here anytime preferably before deadline to explain things to us." thanked Avabella Printrose. She turned to the writers. "Writers, you've heard what's going on, please edit your articles accordingly; I hope you understand that it is not good to bother the Royal Guard. Hopefully, if the dragon guard accepts, you can ask him questions anytime." The soft crinkling of paper was heard throughout the office as paper was replaced almost globally in all typewriters, except for the dragon, who may have been writing positive articles this entire time, perhaps knowing how it feels to be globally socially ostracized. The rhythmic clacking of typewriters resumed as the writers keep their heads down, secretly waiting for the guard's response before they jump on him. Printrose turned to Light Rain. "And you, young lady? Have you heard what you wanted? Could I get you a cup of tea in the lobby? In the meantime, Mister Detail, please get to work." ...This entire time, Striking Detail wondered why the dragon kept calling him 'Miss'. Did he look feminine? Did he accidentally get makeup on? Where's a mirror? And thank Celestia that Printrose realised the wrong of her ways. That surely could have gone a whole different wa- Snapping out of his thoughts upon hearing his name the second time, he looked back up at the dragon next to him and said: "Right, right. So, Benny, what do you say?"

@Blitz Boom @Holiday Agnaktor Avabella Printrose sneered at the one, now two interruptions in her workplace, with an extra side-glance to Striking Detail on top. "Mister Detail, you know that if you are to interview sources, you have to go through the lobby, no matter how faaar that might be. Are you ready to write your article yet?" Printrose spoke sternly. "That's not-" "Do you need to interview TWO MORE sources before you can finally start writing?" Printrose asked, tone filled with annoyance and sarcasm. "But that's-" "Then get at it quickly and get behind your printer already. You know the deadline's tomorro-" "That's why I want you to STOP!" Detail decided to stop this power-play demonstration of a back-and-forth. Printrose is unbearable when she's under load. He decided that now that he's got everybody's attention, it was the perfect time to call upon his- "Back to work everyone. Detail and I will work this out in the interview roo-" "NO! I need everyone's attention in this!" Detail rapidly looked around to see if he could make eye contact with as many writers as possible, hopefully using his slightly intimidating appearance to his advantage for once, despite his obvious outranking. Striking Detail is not an editor, but he has read a lot of articles going into the special already. He knows most of the writers here are guilty. "Now I know this article means a lot to you, miss Printrose, but I insist that printing has to be halted, and articles have to be altered. What we have right now cannot go through to the media" Striking Detail tried to explain, before inevitably the attention was taken away from him. "Mister Detail, this edition is not like the others." Printrose disapproved. "You always say that" Detail retorted. "And this time I mean it." "That too" Detail sighed. "Either way, let me explain. I spoke to a member of the royal guard about some of our leads, and discovered most of our content is utterly unprintable. Especially the way that they're written. Every changeling threat that we decided to work in can be considered as libel, and can be taken as purposeful fear-mongering among Manehattan society" "What is the MEANING of this?!" Upon hearing that her hard work has allegedly been for naught, Printrose borders on a rage. "The Canterlot Royal Guard have tried their best to make reformed changelings mingle more successfully among pony population, and these articles will only serve to hinder that. If we are not careful, not only will we tarnish the changeling race's reputation in Manehattan forever, but will we have the Royal Guard hounding us to recall our articles" "Well, if they're doing this, they're obviously not reformed! Why is this happening then?" Printrose said, in an attempt of protest. "Because we are accusing the wrong group. And I will have my dragon guard friend here explain." Losing his his temporary surge of confidence, Detail quickly looked to Benny as he swiftly took two steps back in order to make the dragon stand nearest to Printrose again. Detail never went against Printrose like this, and was to an extent afraid to see what would happen next, but tried his best to not show it. Printrose, on the other hand, just saw this as a lot more stress, with no gravity in the situation. She had to get this over with as soon as possible, to have her writers finish this special before the deadline print distribution. She had worked hard on this special edition, and did not want her effort to go to waste. She had to inform the populace of what the changelings have done in Manehattan.

Banned because in my timezone that would be terrible sleeping habits