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(awesome a G man keep the party train rolling) Yarin quickly ran back to his ship he scanned for human life signs and found them 2000 feet away he lowered his ship and decloaked a few feet off the ground and opened the hatch "Dr. Brown I presume"

Yarin closed his eyes for a moment "I sense something, a presence I have not felt since... I must go." (Someone needs to play as the doctor just to clarify there is about a mile of land all around the bar it's like an asteroid in space that never moves)

(the air in the Even Odds is saturated with translator microbes)

Yarin leans over to the winged being "give him a pan galactic gargle blaster strongest drink in this or most other universes sure to put hair on your where ever it is your species grows hair

(i love this yay) A ship touches down in the parking lot it is cylindrical in configuration, the pilot steps out he is a tall gray skinned being with four arm and six eyes. he walks into the establishment "One Nanander and a vodka chaser, bar keep." Character: Yarin Age 25 Height 6'6 Build Wiry Race Nyac An Alien Geneticist and par time adventurer

its too cute i cant take it

post a small bio and an introduction of your character entering the bar

you don't have to be good just talk about your day drink and maybe get into a bar fight

It's not over it's just beginning now populate the bar with all your characters

Somewhere in the cosmos there sits a rip in the fabric of reality within this rip is a building unstuck in time and space. The Even odds so called because everyone has the same chance of finding it. As it is approached, the old bar looks rather nondescript. It sits in a small field, a lake to one side, surrounded by woods. But even in such a remote location, it is somehow easy to find. The worn log building shows years of wear from the elements. Moss clings to the wood, the door hinges are rusty, but somehow by some stroke of luck, the windows are all still intact. Inside there's many tables and chairs, a couple of them broken, creaky, or a bit off balance. As always, there's a few in dark corners for those who prefer to lurk. There's a bar, fully stocked, and a kitchen in the back with an almost unending variety of food, somehow still good. Up near the ceiling there are rafters for those who like the aerial view. There's a thin layer of dust over nearly everything, and the building has a sad, neglected feel to it. In its heyday it was a place where people of all species and sides gathered. To argue. To laugh. To make peace, or war. It was a place of love and hate. Battles were once sometimes waged here, evidence of that shown in the burn marks on some of the walls, and some tables and chairs shoved into a corner, beyond repair. But for many, it just offered a respite from the war that waged, a chance to come in, get away from it all, and enjoy a good drink, and possibly some good company. Yes, the Even Odds Space Bar sits there, in its own little corner of the cosmos, waiting for people to one day return... The ground beneath the bar trembles faintly. Not even enough to rattle the dusty bottles of booze behind the bar, of which there are many and of great variety. A sound like electric feedback, or static, reverberates behind the bar, and in a flicker of light a man appears behind the counter. He's not an old man, nor is he very young--his age is impossible to place. He is pale, almost Caucasian but a little bit too unhealthily white for even that to be certain. His black hair is neatly combed, and he brushes his eternally smudged apron. In his apron chest pocket sits a small yellow lined notepad, the kind you flip the pages over on, and a single black clicky pen. This man, if he really is a man, is entirely solid and made of apparently real flesh and bone--even though he just appeared out of thin air. How odd... His name is the bartender. Just...the bartender. The bartender sighs noiselessly, looking around the dusty bar, and picks up a glass tumbler. He starts drying it with a dirty dishtowel, even though it's already dry. Yes, business has been pretty slow these days.

I give up where is she?

Yay Cupcake party can dr whooves travel through time?

Can Lyra see through the 4th wall to?

Have you met my little robot buddy GIR he likes ponies and cows http://m.youtube.com/?ytsession=CdhrCDW7AeQ-SgQZJgdgYwsbtsI187hkFE-PBK9t1fwm7ULAhku0o1GogF9S0fSMeQK-R0qkSnuGadEfqztvoilIjtU66X3o-28j5Jo76Mp4Oh1QiGeQ4nQrK-WAq11nBbk-NqTSxf3oai4DAfAGfQ#/watch?v=hlkRnJ-Dr6I

So apparently you can tap into another dimension one with different physics and use that to distort the laws of this reality very interesting Yarin said as he returned with a plate of apple. And as to why i am here i came here to study you although ideally it would have been without your knowledge. now might we go for a walk around town i need to work on my report and i need more information from other sources.

maybe i bet it would look fine either way

um make her a pony no kidding this is really good i love steam punk stuff

Facinating Yarin said making notes and yes I do eat i will require proteins fats carbohydrates and vitamins I am also a student is your species menstrual or estrus i assume from your dentition that you are herbivorous. what is this magic you speak of? Yarin kept firing off question at twilight

Yarin walked over to Twilight she seemed the most logical. I am called Yarin in my language it means scholarly one and yes all i showed Fluttershy was it is true what possible reason could i have to deceive you there would be no gain in it for me it would be pointless. Now please tell me of your biology. It is obvious that your species is quadruped. He looked her up and down with his 6 eyes. You are a female correct. details i require details. (keep it up this is going great)

OMG i love that

Yarin stirred and turned over, he was eye to eye with the timid yellow one. Greetings. you probably wish to know why i am here and of my intentions? he asked. That would be nice of you. she said. Yarin sat up. I will let you know about myself and my intentions but with something this big i will need to show you you may become disoriented and i will need to hold you down is that alright? he asked. she nodded. He then locked eyes with her held her face with his upper hands and her legs with his lower and showed her his home world. It was a beautiful place full of forests and mountains and many wondrous buildings she saw that he like all his people was a scientist charged with cataloging all the sentient species in this part of the galaxy. when he finally released her she hurried to tell the others what she learned. (keep it going)

Yarin could hear the alien's thoughts clear as day, it roused him from is near unconscious state. The purple horned one called itself Twilight Sparkle. Greetings i am called Yarin please help i fear i may be injured. he thought pointing to one of his lower arms. The blue brightly colored winged one flew off quickly and before long returned with another one of the creatures. he was diagnosed with a dislocated shoulder and after a few moments of extreme pain it was popped back into its socket. Please i require rest now. he thought. "Ok you can rest at my house" twilight said. (keep it going)

Yarin stood up and dusted himself off. He looked up and there before him at the top of the crater he made of were several large eyed quadrupeds. Fascinating, he thought. I must learn more. knowing that the chances of being understood vocally were slim. Yarin opted for the more direct approach. Please do not be alarmed i will not harm you i merely wish to study you. The creatures looked around as if to wonder where the voice in their heads had come from. suddenly Yarin felt very weak apparently the effects of the crash were not limited to mere structural damage as he collapsed he let out a mental plea to the locals. Help

A strange being comes to ponyville how will he be treated by the ponies and what will happen? You decide Approaching planetary body, entering outer atmosphere adjust decent by 12 degrees. The ship's artificially intelligent voice said into the pilots mind breaking Yarin from his daydream. The twenty-four year old Nyac scientist gripped the controls with all four of his arms and trained his six eyes forward, his normally gray skin was a dark blue as it reflected his emotional state, that state being excited but a little nervous. True he had never been to this planet before although he had been part of the survey team that had explored the red planet Mars and met with some of the local inhabitants.They were an interesting species, telepathic just like his people were which made communication all the easier. Their mission then like his now had been the same, obtain information on the local sentience and catalogue it away for further study. Adjusting heading and yaw accordingly. he thought to the computer. Nothing happened. Computer explain Warning controls not responding due to solar interference probability of crash landing 90 percent. Activate shields. As the ship careened into the air Yarin sent out a distress call. He just prayed to Qraj that someone would hear him. Attention I require assistance please help attention attenti-

Fair enough