Scootaloo
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TLC as in Tender Loving Care or Totally Lost Cause?
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Post by Scootaloo on Jun 24, 2012 14:50:03 GMT -5
A first-person RP thing that Marble Memory and I have decided to put on here, and it will be pretty self-explanatory. XD It's basically an overview of Vinyl's life before she came back to Ponyville, through letters to her best friend. Enjoy! <3
Manehattan, 12th January Dear Marbsie,
Oh, Celestia, what a month. Thank you for the presents you sent Octy and I for Hearth’s Warming, they were much appreciated. Octavia loved her new bow tie, those records were truly amazing, and Canterlot chocolate officially can’t be beaten! I hope you enjoyed the pens I mailed over and that they got there in time - the black ink quills cost a fortune, but hey, what are friends for, right?
Well, I have some news at least. Octavia got a placement as a lecturer at the Royal School of Music in Canterlot, meaning that she’ll be joining you there pretty soon. She took the placement without hesitation, and I wish her all the best with it. For a while since about October, we have been fighting very frequently over small, trivial things. Octavia has completely gone off me, my style, my music... everything. There was nothing I could do, even though it hurt so much to watch it happen. I also discovered that she was dating a stallion from her quartet outside of our relationship, which caused me to break up with her indefinitely.
I hope that doesn’t come as too much of a shock for you! There is no point in avoiding the truth; it has affected me greatly and I feel the need to get outta here as soon as possible... I have decided to do some travelling across Equestria, while figuring out someplace new to settle down. My music is becoming repetitive and monotonous and I need some inspiration from somewhere... so why not everywhere?
I am taking the tour group with me for company and so I can play a few shows. Music is something that I feel can get rid of any amount of troubles as long as you know how... But put it this way: I will never again be able to listen to Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 without bursting into tears.
Wub wub!
Vinyl xx
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Post by Apple Bloom on Jun 24, 2012 16:19:46 GMT -5
Canterlot, 15 January Dearest Scratch,
I certainly did appreciate the gift of pens and quills you sent me. They are certainly the finest I've ever had and I'll certainly be sure to make them last. Those chocolates also cost a fortune, but, as you say, what are friends for?
I had to reread what you wrote. Over and over again until I was sure I read it correctly. You and Octavia broke up, and that is some pretty heavy news, right there. At least she'll be happy here in Canterlot at my alma mater in the University of Canterlot, although a different school there.
Perhaps you could come to Canterlot for a visit, since you plan on visiting all of Equestria. I could show you around the palace. The music isn't exactly your "scene," however. Is that the right word? "Scene?"
I am really sorry to hear Octavia was seeing somepony else on the side, and didn't respect you and your interests in the end. I would have expected she had more class than that. I expect she'll be dropping by my condo soon. She'd be welcome to, as both of you are among my closest and dearest friends, had at a time when I felt like the single biggest social outcast in Equestria. You remember how it was when we first met, when I was a sophomore at U of C, spring break in Manehattan...
I digress, this isn't what I want to write about.
I'll make sure not to put any classical on when you visit. I'd come see you, but the responsibilities of the artifacts and late studies are impressively many.
Please take care of yourself.
Oh dear.
Marble Memory Keeper of Artifacts Master of Rituals Filer of Late Study Paperwork Canterlot Castle
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Post by Scootaloo on Jun 24, 2012 18:02:54 GMT -5
Trottingham, 21st January Dear Marbsie,
So, here I am! Destination number one: Trottingham! Which I have quite epically renamed TrottingJAM for two reasons; the ponies love to jam and the jam they make here is delicious.
Been here heaps of times, but it's still pretty refreshing to go on a tour somewhere you haven't visited in a while. And this place is pretty small and quaint compared to the busy mess of Manehattan, so it's all good. Have you heard from Octavia at all? I mean, I don't particularly care, but... I'm just... wondering how she's getting on.
Oh, and I sold our city apartment, so I don't intend on returning to Manehattan once I'm done travelling. And Canterlot is a little out of my league as a place to permanently live - like you said, the music isn't my scene. (And your terminology was correct!)
And hey, you were a great guy back in the day and judging by your kind and supportive letters, you still are. Please don't feel bad about Octy and I; it was due to matters beyond my control, and certainly beyond yours. Sometimes... ponies just aren't meant to be, no matter how long you spend wishing they are. That's the way life goes.
I will take care, and you do too! Please don't overwork yourself with all those dusty old bits of rock and shizzle you call your line of work!
Wub wub!
Vinyl xxx
P.S. Ponies here keep going on about some DJ kid called Mix... Mix... Record? Something like that anyways. I bet she's trash.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Jun 25, 2012 17:43:47 GMT -5
Canterlot, 25 January Dear Scratch,
Trottingham! That is indeed a unique city. I personally have not had the pleasure of visiting there, but I have sent many packets, filled with forms. And they always came back filled out correctly. I never ever had to correct them. That gets them "aces in my book?"
I find it very difficult to use your vernacular, dear Scratch. I am doing my best.
So you're saying goodbye to Manehattan ater all this time. What a life-changing decision. I'm sure you thought this through.
Yes, Octavia did come by my condominium since last I wrote you. I came home after work to find her maybe knee-deep in my wine, but I agreed to let her stay until she herself could get back up on her hooves. I've decided to write off the loss of the wine, though some of the bottles were of a very expensive vintage.
How could I "leave a friend hanging?" (How do ponies talk like this?) We've both helped each other so much in the past, seen each other at our worst, even. I hope to continue to be such a great guy into the future.
What is "shizzle?"
Oh dear.
Marble Memory Keeper of Artifacts Master of Rituals Filer of Late Study Paperwork Canterlot Castle
P. S. Perhaps her name is Mix Sheet?
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Post by Scootaloo on Jun 26, 2012 2:17:57 GMT -5
Fillydelphia, 14th February Dear Marbsie,
Sorry about the lateness in reply! I'm keeping well, I've just had an overwhelming amount of shows recently (all of them fantastic, no doubt!) So, Fillydelphia. I love the locals here, they have excellent inge... Ingenuity, I think? Well. They have a fun way of using stuff.
I don't know what a vernacular is.
And I'm sure you've noticed that it's Hearts and Hooves day today. I've received quite a few cards from fans and the tour crew. Sent some to my nearest and dearest - which of course includes you, with which I have enclosed some of the totally awesome Fillydelphia cheese. Do enjoy it!
It's... tough without Octy, as I'm sure you'll understand. Especially on a day like today. I feel like I've lost one piece to a jigsaw... Just gotta find it now, you know? Not sure where, but I'll... keep on looking. Nice to hear she visited you: not so nice to hear she drunk all your booze. Also included some wine to go with the cheese in your package for today's celebration on hearing that. Not sure if it's legal to mail alcohol, but... ho hum.
And I'm not gonna leave you hanging either, best bureaucrat buddy. I think you're radical.
Shizzle... not quite sure what it is myself. It's probably some sort of disease.
Wub wub!
Vinyl xx
P.S. MIXTAPE!! It's Mixtape they keep going on about! Remember her? My fillyhood rival.... Ugh, she's such a dweeb.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Jun 26, 2012 14:48:32 GMT -5
Canterlot, 15 February, and a rather ruffled up, wine-stained letter follows: Scratch,
I love you.
So so much.
You and I we did so much together when I was a student. That there spring break was among the happiest of times for me and one of these days I'm gonna make ya see just how happy you made me. So happy.
Ya sure sent me a lot of wine and I got so down... remembering so much how alone I am on every Hearts'n'Hooves. You know... you and I... you and I should hook up and... have a time.
Ha haooh dear....
Marble Something. Ha!
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Scootaloo
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TLC as in Tender Loving Care or Totally Lost Cause?
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Post by Scootaloo on Jun 26, 2012 15:31:30 GMT -5
Maresailles, 21st February Dear DRUNKEN BUREAUCRAT,
Remind me to never, EVER send you booze again. Je pense que tu est tres inutile quand tu est COMPLETELY HAMMERED. And that is me just practicing my Fancy, because I am of course in Maresailles, the land of all things Fancy! Sacre-bleu to you!!
I... hope your hangover wasn't too bad at least. I feel for you, dearest Marbs, and if only we could go back to the old days so I could place an aspirin and a note of encouragement by your bed, as I always used to... I miss that in a way.
I like it here, though. There are lots of beaches, and the sand is whiter than my fur. It's great, you'd love it. It's super calm, with just the sound of the waves along the shore... And I haven't forgotten a word of my Fancy! I wonder if you have? Remember when we used to have those Fancy insult competitions...? Oh, the fun. Octavia used to get so highly strung over it! I mean... it was just... Memory lane, y'know?
Marble Memory lane. Hehe!
Wub wub!
Vinyl. xx
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Post by Apple Bloom on Jul 20, 2012 23:47:36 GMT -5
Canterlot, 1 March
Dear Scratch,
The hangover wasn't as fierce as many I've felt in the past, especially in those nights between semesters we'd spend socializing. I admit I still don't do so well in your type of club. Clumsy with all those really fast dance steps they make over the course of those songs. As you say: Wub wub. Perhaps you'd enjoy another night at the opera with me. Or perhaps the ballet.
I don't remember a lot about my last letter to you. I gather from your last letter I may have said something amusing or out of character for me. Do please forgive me.
You can certainly send me wine any time you wish. Though perhaps you should refrain from doing so on Hearts and Hooves Day after I reminded myself that I have no Very Special Somepony and am virtually married to my career. Keeper of Artifacts, Master of Rituals, Filer of Late Study Paperwork. If I didn't love bureaucracy so much, I might get down again. Then maybe you could leave a little aspirin and an encouraging note. Each time you did that it made me feel like I was actually special to somepony. It was not a feeling I got very often while in school. My parents would have rather I had gone into weather. Perhaps manufacturing hailstones like my father.
They weren't there when I graduated. But I remember you were. And I knew you would be. I know if anypony would be there when something big and important in my life happens, it would be Vinyl Scratch, the mare who asked an awkward stallion to dance when she could have danced with anypony that night. Sometimes I wonder why you did that.What was it about me that you wanted to dance with me?
I am so grateful you did or I would not be as happy as I am now. With my high class apartment and my fancy clothes or my cushy career in the greatest palace in Equestria. But it would all seem so empty without you as my best friend. Octavia is a friend too, but I suspect that she is mostly my friend thanks to all the money I make. I don't want it to seem like her friendship is not genuine, just that my wealth has something to do with it.
If you have a concert in Canterlot, I will make sure you get the best accommodations possible. My connections with the royalty can get you the best. And maybe it will be my turn to help you out with encouraging notes. I will have my finest scotch waiting for you.
O... o-oh dear.
Marble Memory Keeper of Artifacts Master of Rituals Filer of Late Study Paperwork Canterlot Castle
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Post by Derpy on Jul 21, 2012 4:46:31 GMT -5
This is awesome! This sort of correspondence RP should be popular.
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Post by Firefly on Jul 21, 2012 12:16:57 GMT -5
Le Gasp! The mail Mare is READING your mail!!!!
For shame! *peers* Does-Celestia-know-about-this?
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Post by Derpy on Jul 22, 2012 16:23:24 GMT -5
Derpy's eyes go wide and she zips away, hiding behind a tree. "But...but wrote on OUTSIDE of envelope!! Not is okay to read?!"
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Post by bluefeather on Jul 24, 2012 22:30:05 GMT -5
Course you gotta read the outside, how else are you saposed to know who it goes to?
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Post by Firefly on Jul 25, 2012 19:25:17 GMT -5
<laughs> OH, well then, carry on.
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Scootaloo
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TLC as in Tender Loving Care or Totally Lost Cause?
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Post by Scootaloo on Jul 26, 2012 3:45:32 GMT -5
Zebrica, 12th March Dear Marbsie,
I'm glad you're okay! I... maybe shouldn't send you quite so much booze... we both know what it can do to a pony's health, after all. And so what if clubs aren't your scene? Your party awkwardness is just another contribution into your unlimited charm. And that's why we are BFFs!
Your letter was cute! In an awkward way... well. You said you... loved me. And something about making me happy. And...
hooking up. And having "a time". But I'm sure it was just the wine talking! I mean, pffft, I care about you a lot and all, but... you and me? Could you ever... I mean... even after college...
Never mind.
So. I'm in Zebrica! The culture here is fantastic, and I (almost) fit in with my fur colour and all. Sending you a xylophone thingy, made from mahogany. The music here is... breathtaking. I have learnt a lot from the zebras, things I will take with me forever.
Thank you again, for your endless kindness and friendship. I... you... you mean a lot to me.
Wub wub!
Vinyl xx
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Post by Skyheart on Jul 26, 2012 14:08:07 GMT -5
Well they do say that your greatest love should also be your best friend, you know.
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