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@ Noon plopped down on the bed, laying on her stomach with her forelegs bent to support her head. "I dunno! I can't say that I that tired." She shook her head. "Again, sorry that you have to see me like this. But thanks for letting me stay here." The confused mare blinked a few times, doing her best to think solidly for a few seconds. "I don't think I know anyone who would help me like this." Noon looked down, and then back up at Windy. "You're very kind, you know that?" She inched her way towards the stallion, who was standing up beside the bed.

@ Noon fell off of Windy's back laying on the ground wide-eyed. "Well, damn!" She exclaimed, getting off of the floor and trying to fix her mane. "You pegususeses really know exhilaration, dunt you?" Wobbling towards the door, her horn glowed, and her mane and tail returned to their usual style. "Thanks again for letting me stay witchoo." She leaned against the stallion's strong body, smiling gratefully.

@ Whirl Wake smirked at the captain's orders. "Alright, but don't complain when I catch you and chastise you for braking your own rule." He turned to the pirate. "How you supposed to get a marefriend if you can't even enter their room, huh?" At that, the pegasus flew over to the hatch, opened it, and stepped down into the corridor. After a bit of trial-and-error, he found himself a nice room with a desk, a cot and a small chest.

@ Whirl Wake laughed nervously, trying to keep his cool. "Sorry for what I said. It's hard to control myself in situations like that." He sighed and kicked his hoof in the wooden floor. "So, where are the rooms, anyways?" He tried his best to stay normal in changing the subject.

@ Noon awkwardly hopped onto the stallions back, putting her forearms around his neck and smiling nervously. "Is this ok?" She didn't wait for an answer, and instead let her intoxicated mind drift on to other matters. "I've never flown befo, so don't go too fast, please!"

@ Whirl stood there, wide-eyed and mouth agape. After thinking for a second, he let himself speak. "A... Marefriend?" He put on a mischievous smirk and looked up and down the stallion's body. "You?" His pupils dilated greatly after he said that last word, covering his mouth with a hoof. 'Pleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme!!' He frantically thought, trying to slowly and not noticeably back away from the now furious pirate.

I feel like you don't like the shows because your age group is not the generation the makers are trying to appeal to, and therefore is the age group that isn't meant to like the shows anyways. I personally think that Courage the Cowardly Dog, Ren and Stimpy, The Rugrats and many other cartoons from earlier on are either too strange, too kiddish or the characters are just too unbelievable for me to enjoy. Things like Courage have very little back story for their characters (mostly the villains) and can honestly be pretty disgusting at times. I particularly like Adventure Time, because it actually lets you piece together and intricate plotline as a viewer while still being a cartoon for kids. If you really look into certain episodes where they reveal the past of certain characters in the show, it's actually taking place in the aftermath of a huge war where a giant bomb blew up an enormous hole in the planet. Also, it can be pretty funny. Anyways, all of you people are complaining only because the people who make these cartoons don't expect you to watch them. They expect you to have moved on to more mature forms of entertainment, and for the new generation coming along to be watching these shows.

@ Whirl Wake looked at him, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?" He cleared his throat. "You have red eyes, a scar on the left one, and spiked teeth. Not to mention that, well, you're a freaking pirate, and you apparently have direct access to communication with the six elements! What isn't suspicious about you?" By this time, the stallion was steaming, awaiting immediate answers for them being called here.

@ Noon's eyes went wide. "You could fly with me on your back? That's is thes thing so cool! Yesh!" She awkwardly found her way behind Windy, a confused and embarrassed face on her. "So do I just... Hop on, errrr what?" The mare looked around his wings at Windy, producing a questioning look.

@, ((Guess I'll post here. Sorry I didn't before, but I'll try my best to help this RP get back on its feet.)) After thinking for a long time and looking around, Whirl rolled his eyes and interrupted the conversation. "Sorry to butt in here. I know I'm just a regular, not-all-powerful pony, but I wanna ask something. Why bring along so many random characters onto this ship without giving them any details beforehand, and just take off as if it's a totally normal pleasure cruise?" He turned to Crimson with an annoyed face on. "I know that sword isn't for nothing. Tell me what's really going on here."

@ ((Sorry about all these late posts. My notification thingy is jacked up.)) Noon let out a happy smile. It was a sort of tired smile, one that a joint would give you. "Sure." She said, completely forgetting about Stone Heart. "Whenever you're feenished with yo drink. I'm ready when you are." The mare yawned loudly, disregarding the annoyed faces of ponies around her.

@ Noon gave the pony a look of annoyance. "Yeah." She got down from the chair and wobbled slightly. "Yeah nice tryyy." Turning back to the stairs, she spoke over her shoulder. "You got keys? I forgot mine.. eh..." The mare blinked lazily, her will to stay regular having finally faded away.

@ Noon put on a stoner-like face, grinning as if to say, "You like Krabby Patties, don't you Windy?" She took another gulp out of her drink, completely forgetting about trying to keep herself away from it. "Well, I hope you fare well in your plunder....ventures." The mare blinked, trying as hard as she could to remain a normal pony. "Sorry, I just thought out loud there. Oops. Hehe. HEH. As I meant to say, I hope you have good fortune in looking for a special somepony." Noon shook her head at herself, pushing the drink back at the bartender. "Take it." She said, before turning back to Windy. "Sorry you have to see me like this. Apparently Black-Blabbidy-Briar's drinks vary from place to place."

@ Noon shrugged. "A friend of mine gave me a ticket for the farrey to get here, saying something about me needing to 'chill out'." She to a swig from her bottle and swallowed, the alcohol starting to cause a small change in her behavior. "Like I need to chill out." A hint of attitude found its way into her voice and facial expression. Noting this, he checked the label on her drink. "Dammit, they always make it differently somewhere else." She sighed and put the drink back onto the counter. "So, what about you? Why're you here to do?" She rolled her eyes at herself. 'Frickin' grammar.'

@ Noon smiled mischievously. "I was waiting for you to say that." She put her hoof to her chin and thought for a second. "Well, I know for one thing that you like soccer. Your initial posture and facial expressions when helping a drunk mare to her room helped me solidify that you can be cocky, impatient and sarcastic, but trustworthy and loyal. You were born in Manehatten, but moved to Ponyville at sometime during your life. As you said before, you tend to put a lot of effort into getting in bed with mares." She tried to keep and straight face as she said that last bit, which was not exactly easy. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. You are a stallion, anyways." After taking another sip of her beverage, the mare turned to Windy. "So, anything I missed?"

@ ((Prepare for wall of words. Also new signature! )) Noon took a sip of her drink and smiled. "Oh," She stopped herself for a second to swallow the liquid, which she forgot to do before she spoke. "Especially with the stallions." Her ears picked up a small hint of nervousness in his voice. "Don't worry, it's not like I can look into your past or anything. Here, let me give you an example." She put her arm around Windy's neck to turn their faces towards a younger, teenage-looking mare sitting down at a booth, all by herself. "You see her? Yeah, her. Here's what I'm getting from her." The white pony thought for a second before quietly talking into Windy's ear, still eyeing the girl. "First of all, she's wearing contact lenses. Based on the reflection shifting and pupal distortion, I'd say her eyesight is significantly impaired. Glasses would have been better, but she chose contacts. Why? Because she's nervous about her look. Her mane is styled, I'd say, weekly, and she frequents Picture Perfect magazine, based on her outfit. Her parents are rich, but she's not necessarily spoiled, despite what you would instantly think." Noon turned and looked into Windy's eyes closely, keeping the same expression on her face. "You know how they say the eyes are the window to the soul, right? Well, it's true. You'd be surprised how much you can learn from a person just from those two optical sensors in your head. There's pupil dilation, sclera discoloration..." She giggled at the stallion's confused expression. "I'm nerding out a bit here, aren't I?"

@ Noon's cheeks flipped to a light pink at the mention of that. After thinking for a few seconds with a playful smile on her face, the mare spoke. "If... If you must know, my special talent is observation." She quickly glanced at her cutie mark and back to her friend's face. "Given a few clues, I can learn all about a pony - where they're from, what they do for a living, their personality, that sort of thing. It's very helpful, actually." The white pony threw three bits on the counter. "Give me a Black-Briar, please." She said to the bartender. ((Let's play spot the Skyrim reference!))

@ Noon glanced around for the bar. 'I was just there yesterday...' She thougth, before line of tall chairs caught her eye. "There it is!" She said out loud, trotting over. Suddenly she realized that the pony she met before was no longer beside her. As she made her way to the destination, Noon pretended to look at a table to her left. Using her periphery, she noticed a particular colt eyeing her flank. "I can see that!" She said, giggling and swinging her tail to position it between her and Windy.

@ Noon continued to stare into space for a second before snapping back into reality. "It's nothing, really." She said, smiling again and brainstorming of ways to change the subject. "Anyways, I was just going to get a drink before heading back to my room. Wanna come with me?" She turned her body towards the direction of the bar, keeping her eyes on the orange stallion.

@ Noon smiled. "Well, now that I know that you tend to like 'scoring' on mares, I'll have you know that I al-" She stopped herself abruptly. Stone was the only one around that knew of her sexuality. How did she know that this stallion would be just as accepting as her? Noon had a lot of experience with ponies that didn't tolerate things such as that, and that experience really stayed in her head over the years.

Well. Dang. I can't say I've ever turned 18 before, so I don't exactly know what it feels like for you, but I am still a sensible human being who can give you some advice. 1. Whatever educational system you are taking part in at the moment, focus on it. Put in as much effort as you can. Getting good grades and all that will really matter for you to get into a good line of work, make money, all of that blabidy bla bla. 2. For now, just get a job. Doesn't really matter what, you're only 18. If you can work at McDonalds, do it. Always good to be making money. I hope this was somewhat helpful, despite it coming from someone with no experience in this.

@, ((I can say the same. Sorry, I didn't know you posted in the roleplay until just now!)) Noon smirked at the stallion. "You seem like quite the charmer. And yeah, it's Noon." She glanced at his cutie mark. 'Soccer! Now I get it!' He turned back to his face. "Don't worry about whatever mare rand away from you. I of all people should know that we can be unpredictable at times." The mare said, maintaining a lax composure, something that took a surprising amount of experience to keep up when around ponies such as this one.

((This'll be my only post for a few hours. Don't wait for me.)) Whirl Wake looked around for a pen and paper. After acquiring one, he trotted back to his desk, put the pen in his mouth and began drawing. He used to draw things like this as a little colt, and he quickly produced a small piece of abstract art. It was not much, but it was all he could think up of at the moment.