With A Bang

Trixie kept her ears open, but didn't react to the various stories. It wasn't any if her business, and she was busy thinking. Trixie always left it up to Fetched to do the talking, any way. It was an accepted fact that unless somepony talked directly to Trixie, then Fetched would field all questions. He liked it that way too, Trixie knew. He could flirt with more ponies that way. Fetched chuckled at Rook's story and reached over to pat the other stallion on the back. "That's called getting drunk, my friend. Enjoy the feeling of cluelessness," Fetched advised him. A cello player, though? Sounded like Rook might've had one fun night- too bad he couldn't remember the details. That happened to Fetched a lot, though he never really minded the mystery.

Far Fetched and Trixie were seated side by side right in front of the crackling, popping fire. It was rather impressive that they'd managed it by nightfall and Fetched was quite proud of his own contributions. It'd been unexpectedly fun, kind of like a treasure hunt. He'd even considered making a drinking game out of it, but Fetched didn't want to hog the vodka still nestled in the sand. Just then he heard Rook ask why they'd been on the boat. "Why, that is a fascinating story! Full of intrigue, and plenty of hot-" "Shut up, Fetched. He was taking me somewhere for my birthday," Trixie interrupted. She brushed her mane back once again and kept staring into the fire.

"Hello, Bright Spark! This is Trixie. Don't be fooled by her glaring, she's actually quite the softie," Fetched introduced his friend for her, making sure to wink at the other stallion. Trixie sighed and rolled her eyes. "I can talk for myself," Trixie said to Fetched rather pointedly. The earth pony simply shrugged and smiled down at the other two. "Just glad to see you weren't horribly drowned, but if you're so insistent then I shall go help with the fire!" Fetched responded breezily. He released Trixie and turned to trot down the beach, looking for sticks. Trixie just shrugged slightly before turning to other stallion. He was helping gather sticks too, so she decided to join in and started levitating a few above her.

Far Fetched turned away from the bottle, about to speak when he caught sight of a frowning, lemon yellow pony trotting towards the group. Immediately his already big grin grew even broader at the sight of his best friend. Just then, Trixie looked up and met his gaze. Though she was still frowning, Fetched saw the relief in her eyes. Forgetting to respond to the other ponies, Fetched headed towards the unicorn. He picked up pace until he was only a pace away. "About time. I told you this trip was a bad idea," Trixie snorted dismissively, not betraying any of the concern she felt. Fetched chuckled, the joy at seeing Trixie alive and well assuaging any worries or tension he might've had. Fetched wasn't really one to worry a lot, and Trixie had been his only source of concern. Now that she was back with him, he was fine. "Good to see you too, Trix! We've got vodka, if you want a bit of a drink to loosen you up," Fetched responded. He sling a foreleg around Trixie's shoulders and led her towards the group. Trixie rolled her eyes, doing her best not to smile. Fetched was always quite ridiculous. Of course he'd managed to find a way to get drunk. "Can't you be serious? Ever?" Trixie muttered to him as they neared the other ponies. She looked at the group for a moment, but didn't bother to speak. Introducing herself to Rook hadn't gone over well, and she left it to Fetched to talk to the others. He was much better at socializing and making friends then she was, anyway. "So," Fetched began, ignoring Trixie's comment, "What're we doing? I'm Far Fetched, for those who didn't hear me first time around. This is Trixie Treats. Be warned, she's got a sharp tongue!" Fetched introduced himself once more, much too lighthearted for the seriousness of the situation at hand. He glanced at the two ponies bent over a third, but he couldn't do much to help. They seemed to be doing fine on their own, besides. His greeting encompassed them and he'd gladly welcome them back to the conversation when they were done with the unconscious ponies.

Fetched saw a group of three ponies quite close. Two stallions and a mare, all speaking with each other. Still carrying his precious box of paintbrushes in his mouth, Fetched veered towards the group. He looked appraisingly on them as he neared. He towered above all three, though he was used to that. Fetched had been tall ever since he hit his growth spurt as a colt. He didn't mind. In fact, Fetched found that quite a few ponies liked tallness in a stallion. His height hasn't hurt his game at all and that was all he really cared about. Well, that was all he pretended to care about, anyway. Fetched finally reached the group and bent his head to lay the box on the sand before speaking. "Hello, I am Far Fetched. Do any of you happen to know what happened? I, uh, had a few drinks," Far Fetched admitted with a slightly sheepish grin. He gazed hopefully at the other three, though he did not miss any chance to take a discreet look at a few flanks. If he had to wake up on a mysterious beach, there were a lot uglier ponies he could've encountered afterwards. Though for all Fetched knew, he'd already encountered these ponies. When he was drunk he tended to get even more flirty then usual, and that meant hitting on anything that came within a few feet of him. Then Fetched saw the bottle of alcohol sticking out of the sand. "Well, looks like we can get this party started," Fetched commented. He winked at the other three, a sly grin working across his muzzle.

Trixie trotted right up to the other pony before stopping. She cast her critical gaze over his green mane, blue body, and vaguely intriguing cutie mark. Given the occasional ambiguous nature of them, the chess piece could mean anything. Or it could be rather straightforward, such as hers was. However, at the moment it did not matter. The stallion was speaking and letting her know that he did not have water. Trixie's expression went from grumpy to slightly grumpier. Of course, the only one who knew her well enough to catch on subtle changes like that and subsequently cheer her up wasn't here. That thought made her even grumpier and the dry state of her mouth wasn't helping. "Great. I'm gonna kill him..." Trixie muttered the last part to herself, before shaking her head slightly. This movement caused more hair to fall into her face and Trixie brushed them back impatiently before returning her gaze to the stallion. He was still speaking, this time introducing himself and holding out a hoof. Trixie stared at it for a moment, debating whether it was worth it to let out a bit of her irritation on him or not. Deciding that she couldn't be too unfair to the stranger, Trixie grasped Rook's hoof. "Trixie Treats. I'd say nice to meet you, but it isn't," Trixie responded bluntly. The fact that she wasn't too thrilled with meeting Rook right now was partly her aversion to ponies, and partly the fact that they were now stranded on an island together.

Trixie Treats decided that she hated boats. And Fetched for making her go on one of those things. Sailing over stormy seas in easily capsized wooden tubs? That was not her idea of a vacation. As usual, however, Fetched had over ridden her distaste and told her about how much fun it would be, especially when they got to their destination. She was going to give him an earful for this one. I should've expected something like this. I was perfectly fine staying at home for my birthday, but nooo! We had to go and spend a ton of money to crash, Trixie commented to herself. It was too bad that Fetched hadn't woken up near her so she couldn't snark aloud to the colt. Trixie gazed around at the beach, brushing a few locks of straight pastel purple mane out of her face. Of course, she didn't even have something to tie it back with. After all, Trixie had been in bed when this had all started and she hadn't taken the time to get ready before dashing out of her cabin. As much as the crew member tried to reassure everypony, Trixie wasn't one to trust easily. She had, in fact, been on her way to find Fetched in the bar. That Tarturas-cursed stallion just couldn't go a night without getting drunk and hitting on somepony. Trixie was pretty sure he'd tried to hook up with everypony on the thrice-damned boat already. Stallion or mare, it didn't matter to him. With a sigh, Trixie pushed thoughts of her best friend away. She would find and scold Fetched later. If he's still alive. Glaring at the sand, Trixie pondered the possibility that he might not have survived and then dismissed it. She'd never been able to rid herself of him before, and she doubted something as trivial as being stranded somewhere would put him off. Trixie looked up at the horizon. She supposed it would be best to start heading for the other survivors she could see. As much as Trixie disliked actively becoming part of a group, this situation didn't fit in with her careful avoidance of socializing. Besides, there wouldn't be much of that. They just had to survive until another boat came to rescue them. That wouldn't entail much small talk. Trixie started down the beach, aiming for the closest pony, which happened to be one in a windbreaker. "Hey!" Trixie called to the other pony, not bothering to inject any politeness into her tone. She was tired, thirsty, and sore. It had been a thoroughly bad day, and Trixie wasn't very nice on a good day. Her light lemon yellow coat was no longer well groomed and she had sand in her dark violet eyes. As far as Trixie was concerned, manners could go buck themselves. "Got any water?" Trixie inquired of the stallion as she drew nearer.

This is one bad bucking hangover... Far Fetched let out a low groan. Last thing he could remember was Trixie telling him that she was heading to bed, and that he was going to get alcohol poisoning. Always a cheerful one, she was. Although, he had to admit she might've been right about his drinking this time around. His head was pounding and he felt like he had a mouthful of sand. Even his bed felt highly scratchy and uncomfortable. He'd have to speak to somepony about that. It took a moment for Fetched's muddled mind to process the information fed to him by his senses. The fact that the pounding was not just in his head reached him first and caused the first stirring of a decidedly not-fun feeling. Then Fetched realized that his bed had much too much give and felt much too much like sand. Fetched let out another groan. He did not want to deal with something like this right now. What he needed was water, lots and lots of water, and a nice, comfy bed where he could sleep without being troubled by the fact that he was most definitely on a beach somewhere. Resigned to the fact that that wasn't going to happen, Fetched opened his eyes and surveyed the scene in front of him. What he surveyed was mostly sand, since he was muzzle-down in it. Fetched clambered to his feet, quickly bringing a hoof to his head as it the pain pulsed again, and made much more potent by his movement. With a sigh, he turned to gaze out over the beach, brushing his light blue mane out of his dark green eyes. The first thing that caught Fetched's gaze was a small, brown box only a couple feet from him. "Please let that be what I think it is," Fetched muttered, moving towards the box. He brushed the sand off and gazed down at the water stained surface. It only took a moment for Fetched to see what he wanted to. Two letters carved into the lower right hand corner of the box: FF. Fetched grinned down at his box of paintbrushes. They'd cost a few bits and were his pride and joy. He grabbed the box with his mouth, before focusing once more on the rest of the beach. He caught sight of a few other ponies moving around and started trotting towards them. Hopefully Trixie would be there somewhere. He was beginning to worry about the sarcastic Unicorn. ((OOC: I shall post for Trixie soon!))

Pony-RPG? Sounds cool, but what do you mean 'gonna be'? O_o Yes, you're quite good at chatting. I can vouch for that! We are getting married this weekend, after all. XD

Spun Cinnamon watched with a small smile as others began to wake up and introduce themselves. She was having a bit of a hard time getting all the names straight in her head. There were just so many ponies! Storm Streak and Flame Dancer seemed to be the newest to the little group and Spun waved at them with a single hoof. Despite many questions being formed in her mind, Spun kept quiet. She wasn't sure what the feeling was that kept her mouth shut, but she tried not to dwell on it. She didn't feel very happy and that definitely wasn't good. As much as she tried to cheer herself up, however, Spun found that her thoughts kept returning to her nonexistent past. Before waking up in the tube she couldn't remember anything. She didn't know anything about the world around them, or why they were here, or if somepony was missing her... Just then, Spun heard Celestia start speaking. She looked up at the regal mare and nodded eagerly. Now I'm gonna find stuff out! Spun thought. She bounced after Celestia as quickly as she could while she led them away to a different room and offered food. Spun glanced at the heavily laden table and immediately trotted over to survey the choices. It took her a moment to realize that she didn't know what she liked. That was certainly very weird. With a small shrug, Spun opted to get a little bit of everything before turning back to Celestia and plopping herself down in a sitting position. "What's going on? Where are we? Why can't we remember anything? Do we have families waiting for us? What're those tube thingies? Why were we in them?" Spun wasted no time in letting loose a barrage of questions at Celestia. ((OOC: Sorry this took so long! Got unexpectedly busy XP ))

I can manage with a handy google search with just your username. This is gonna be fun! You know, I never knew there was a thing called mlp online. What do you even do there? Besides berate yourself for getting a Twitter, I mean... Of course. It fits you perfectly.

Destroyed evidence? I am your faithful stalker. I shall find it. Silly Kolth the Hipster. Quite the title.

If you were a shiny, glittery vampire you'd also be a mass-murderer. And I have yet to find any evidence of mass murder in any of your files. Yes, but you are silly, silly Kolth! And silly Kolth makes mainstream things cool.

I refuse to give into this peer pressure! I reject those common, mainstream ask threads! I am unique! And shiny.

Wow. These questions are good! I'm jealous. No one thinks to ask me stuff like this... Not that I give them a chance to, but still! Nor would I come up with such good answers... I shall keep this tissue forever and ever and ever and ever and ever. And ever. I prefer beef-flavored questions. Either way, it's just so exciting and delicious!

J-just for me? That's so sweet! Ahem, I think I just have something in my eye... Hey, look! Actual questions!

Aww, such fuss! You're gonna make me blush!

Allllllllllllllllllllllllllll the time. Facebook, you are such a creeper. Stop following Kolth around! That is clearly my job.

((OOC: sorry this took so long!)) Far Fetched was very, very irritated as he made his way out of his apartment. He had been right in the middle of a particularly intense painting session when that stupid warning had started blaring and broken him out of it. Despite temptation to ignore it and just keep going, Fetched had grumbled his way through packing a saddlebag with essentials. Mainly, food and water and various paints and paintbrushes. It was unfortunate that he couldn't bring any proper canvases but if he got in that mood he would simply have to make do. Such thoughts did not help Fetched's mood as he trotted out of his building and looked around. He was searching for his best, and only, friend. She lived rather close and he knew she would walk this way to meet up with him. As distant as Trixie liked to act, Fetched knew without a doubt that she cared about him. His prediction was proved correct when he spotted the pastel purple and lemon yellow pony shouldering her way through the crowd with a scowl on his face. Trixie Treats pushed past another frantic pony with a grunt. None of them seemed to get that they were supposed to be evacuating quickly and instead took their sweet time to panic. Trixie glanced up and saw Fetched waiting for her, paint all in his mane as usual. If it weren't for the myriad spots that his coat was already covered in he would've looked ridiculous. As it was, the splattered look suited him and the stallion knew it. As far as Trixie was concerned, he was too stuck up for his own good. Fetched joined Trixie as she trotted by his building and towards the outer edge of the city, which wasn't far away. "This had to be now! I was painting," Fetched complained to the mare. "Next time they should just schedule around you," Trixie muttered. She was always sympathetic to Fetched's artistic complaints as she always had similar problems. However, she knew that such sarcastic comments only amused Fetched and, indeed, he chuckled slightly at the joke.

Autocorrect error? What error? Well, that's more then enough interesting for me! Yes. You're only immature 25% of the time, all the time.

Spun Cinnamon peered at the two other ponies before her. She'd already overheard the first one mention his name- Note Sheet. It was interesting, as far as Spun could tell. Not that she knew very many names. Only her own and Celestia and Note Sheet. First, however, her eyes were focused on Note Sheet as he responded to her list of questions. "Sorry! I guess I'm just curious. I mean, I don't really know much yet and I want to know stuff. I want to know what's going on and where I am and who I am. But I suppose that's also not something you can answer," Spun responded, making a conscious effort to speak slower. It was easier as her feeling of excitement slowly drained. Now that she was considering the situation and not just acting on instinct, it was a bit troubling. Spun shifted on her hooves, frowning a bit as more questions danced across her mind. She was broken out of her thoughts by the other pony speaking, first about her name and then his. "Oh! Thank you. Well, that's what I was told my name was, anyway. It feels like my name, too. Do you like the name Firecracker?" Spun asked. Her thoughts had turned away from sad things like I don't know what's going on and What do they want with us? Now she was once more considering the curiosity that was names. Spun turned as she heard new noises. Another tube had opened and spilled out a different pony. This one was blue and seemed female, like Spun herself. Celestia seemed to be occupied with the newest pony, so Spun glanced back at Firecracker and Note Sheet.

Beside the other tubes there lay another. This one contained a female of the Earth Pony variety. She was brown, freckles scattered across her nose, and sleeping peacefully. Unfortunately, the latter would not last. Slowly she became aware of having limbs, four of them which she could control. It took another moment after that before she cracked open an eye and peered out at the world. It seemed a bit... blurry, really. She had to admit she hadn't been expecting that. But honestly, she hadn't been expecting anything. How could a pony with no recollections of anything expect something from the world? Except, perhaps, an explanation. Although the pony could control these limbs, she soon found it wasn't a very good control. Her legs flailed about, hitting something hard on each side and making the pony wince. She found herself propelled forward by the movement she was making and bumped nose first into something else that was hard. Clear, though, and through which she could see the blurry details of the outside. A hall, a bunch of tubes, and a group of other ponies were on the other side of the... Glass! Yes, that was it. The pony felt a burst of warmth inside her at having figured out the word. Just then she heard something shift and the glass began to move. Another moment and it was gone completely, and she was tumbling out onto the floor The pony slowly began to make her way to her hooves, easing her way up. So concentrated was she on the task at hand that a new voice nearly made the pony fall down once more. "Spun Cinnamon, there is no need for fear. I am Celestia, and we are here to help you." Spun Cinnamon, for she found herself taking to the name easily, looked up at the taller pony. Celestia towered over Spun, but with such a kindly smile that Spun couldn't decide between loving her instantly and being very, very scared. A moment of silence passed as questions began to build up in Spun's head. Soon, however, she couldn't hold back the curiosity growing within her. "Hello! Spun Cinnamon... That's an interesting name. Why is it mine? Where am I? Why can't I remember anything? Who are they?" That final question was a result of Soun glancing around and spotting all the other ponies in the room. Some were staring at the tubes, some were staring at her, some were staring at charts. There were two who seemed to be talking and looked a bit different from the rest. Spun couldn't really put a hoof on why. "So many questions! But the time for answers will be later, my little pony. For now, would you like to meet some friends?" Celestia asked, gesturing towards the two ponies that were talking to each other. Spun didn't even hesitate with a cheerful grin up at Celestia. "Absolutely!" Spun responded and Celestia led her over to the other two. "Firecracker, Note Sheet, this is Spun Cinnamon," Celestia introduced the mare. Then, upon hearing another exclamation about a different tube, she turned and trotted away. Spun watched the mare for a moment before turning back to Firecracker and Note Sheet. "Hello there! Do you know where we are? Or what's happening? You can call me Spun, by the way. Or Cinnamon. Or neither. I don't really know my name too well right now, so any nickname will do!" Spun burbled on cheerfully.

Tsk, you men! Your minds go immediately to that! So immature... (Kidding too ;D ) If you can find any.

It does indeed. That's about the best way to put it, really. That's an admirable thing to do! I'll have to find some that I want to donate to. Maybe it'll help a bit, put things in perspective and all that... Thank you, Aegis. I know I'm not alone- even without counting my family, there are kind strangers such as yourself!

It was drawn for me by Silverwisp the Bard, actually. Isn't it freaking great?? ^-^ Ohhh, yes. Very flirty. And he's not limited to mares, either. Go wild with him!