When SPIDERS Attack

[Solar Solstice]

OOC Date: October 21, 2012
Characters: Vinyl Scratch, Marble Memory, Match Maker, EconomistBrony, Solar Solstice, Bardigan, Nettleglum
Setting: An ordinary day in Ponyville is interrupted by SPIDERS


((Apologies for all the OOC, but a lot of it was too hilarious to exclude!))

Ponyville Market is busy. Bustling, in fact. Swarming, and this is perhaps why Ponyville celebrities Vinyl Scratch and her fiance go unnoticed as they wander around, looking for some new things. "Red says that she'll lend me some of her baby stuff if she has too much, but we really need a pram or something... And we need the best, okay?" Yes, Vinyl is on full-flow baby talk. And how she manages to browse the markets, drag Marble around and text about five ponies all at once is a mystery. "Oh, and we need to check up on wedding catering at Sugarcube Corner this afternoon," says the DJ, flicking her cobalt hair aside with a toss of her head. "I'll poke her on Flankbook."

<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch eeps! Meant to add "with Pinkie Pie" after the Sugarcube Corner sentence.
<OOC> You say, "Flankbook X3"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Hay yeah. XD"
<OOC> You say, "I don't think they even have computers yet X3"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Yeah. Texting? lolwut?"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "I think they do. They have top of the range DJ equipment, cameras, not to mention MAGIC to power it all... X3"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "For now, Match Maker will look like this www.dropbox.com/s/fzjog0fjys2w1zt/myPony.png"
<OOC> You say, "A/V equipment was invented before the Internet n.n"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "I personally believe that Equestria has technology. Sue me. "
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "This is a true thing. Let's roll with it though. It's funnier this way."
<OOC> You say, "Heheh"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "I like airhead socialite Vinyl with her cellphone and Mp3 players, darnit. X3"
<OOC> You say, "Well they do have some technology but we haven't seen actual digital computers (Twi's lab equipment doesnt count because it was all oscillator-based I think)"

Marble, naturally, is juggling several things to be frightened to death of: Being recognized, along with Vinyl, as in so many articles in celebrity magazines as "that stallion Vinyl is bucking" or "some loser dragging PON-3 down," the chance there may be a *spider* at any given point while they are crossing the market, that Vinyl might get flighty and do something crazy and involve him in it, or that Quills and Sofas will be out of quills. "D... d-darling... Perhaps we should go home and try again tomorrow."

<OOC> Match_Maker says, "i prefer a party-animal vinyl."
<OOC> You say, "But I'll leave the matter alone X3"
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "AAU CONTRAIRE!"
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "They have to have digital computing, they had a colt playing video games in one episode. XD"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Vinyl is still a party animal, Match. But she's heavily pregnant, too."

Match_Maker strolls through the town, thinking to herself. She needs to find Skyheart again. She had things to do last night, and so was unable to take the time to enthrall him with her charm and grace. Today is another day though. She certainly has the talent to worm her way into his heart!

<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Thank you, Marble! XD"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Ah."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "That IS true!"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I totally forgot about that."
<OOC> Marble_Memory is happy with his pose. Marble is a walking neurosis, isn't he?
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Yes."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch loves Marbsie so very much. XD
<OOC> Marble_Memory imagines a lot of the celebrity magazine editors think Vinyl should be with another celebrity instead of a bureaucrat like Marble. XD
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "They probably find it amusing. Besides, he has a lot of fans himself for being so romantic and pretty darn cute, too. XD"
<OOC> EconomistBrony loves the walking neurosis named Merblem Marbsles.
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "And well... the spider thing needs no explanation. XD"
<OOC> MapleWing says, "yes that colt gaming was my future son... I thikn... O.O"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "He so was, Maple. XD"
<OOC> MapleWing says, "Speaking of, that reminds me, Maple is totally getting involved with an Earth pony..."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "BARDIGAN."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "RP."
PUB >> Bardigan says, "No exceptionally handsome faces to cling here! None at all!"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Hello."
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "Nah, I like it like how the celebrity publications LOVE Vinyl. but finding her hooking up with a real non-celebrity like Marble as a celebrit faux pas. It makes Vinyl more awesome for not CARING what the gossipheads think. XD"
PUB >> Vinyl "A Bit Like Skrillex But Not Quite" Scratch says, "Sure there are! I have Marble, and EB, and Maple..."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Hello, Bardigan!"
<OOC> You say, "Arcade games are fairly rudimentary compared to modern computers! "
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "Although I imagine the celebzines might pull their punches a little, knowing that while Marble isn't *famous* exactly, he *is* a *rich* pegasus."

The current pose order is: {Vinyl_Scratch Marble_Memory Match_Maker}.

<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Yeah. XD"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "I freaking LOVE their relationship, though."
Coder has disconnected.
Coder has lied.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch XD
<OOC> You say, "Coder X3"
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "But still, chances are there have been at least 3 5-page stories that say something along the lines of "the DJ should be marrying <Insert celebrity pony name here> instead." XD"
<OOC> Solar_Solstice ll try to sneak into this one. Hmmm
Dynamite_Rave has arrived.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Plus all the interviews where the first question has been, "... Why, Vinyl?""
<OOC> You say, "What do you think the weather is like n the market atm?"
<OOC> Coder says, "This evening, it is sunny."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "They really hammered her on Late Night with Lyra and Bon Bon."
<OOC> Coder says, "The irony has made it slightly humid."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I vote for Torrential Downpour."
<OOC> You say, "I vote sunny X3 It gives Solar an excuse to be out!"
<OOC> You say, "Because..."
<OOC> Coder says, "Oo... hurricane gusts, lightning, black clouds and violent, raging sheets of rain! >.<"

In a terrible turn of fortunes for Marble, it seems that EconomistBrony is actually here on business. CANTERLOT business. Business that he's had to take charge of since Marble disappeared from his desk - namely that of Keeping the Artifacts. And it appears that one of the guards messed up and sent one of the most terrible and spectacular artifacts in the Princess's collection to Ponyville - the Pied Spiper. (Celestia named that one. Every name Luna offered put the pony who attempted to write it down into a coma.) As such, Sherlock EB is in Ponyville (and wearing a deerstalker hat and fashionable piaid coat!) and following behind a trail of - you guessed it - SPIDERS. "AHA! Yet another web!" The economist peers at it through his magnifying glass.

<OOC> Coder says, "I like it."
<OOC> Coder says, "It would be glorious weather."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "I apologize in advance for any heart attacks, Marble."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "EB."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "VINYL."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "You are evil."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "I'm an economist."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "... So, same thing."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "But hilarious."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "So very hilarious."
<OOC> Coder says, "I always thought economists were neither good nor evil--but a force of nature."

For Solar Solstice, the unusual warmth and blusting market mean only one thing: time to sell smoothies! "Come one and have a drink at Solar's Smoothie Sensations!" he cries out, hopping on his hooves to attract attention. "I have mango and passionfruit and all kinds of fruits you've never even heard of!"

<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "Marble's going to run out of evil names for the spiders due to Vinyl's "give it a name" therapy backfiring. XD"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch XD
<OOC> Coder says, "Name the next one 'Shrapnel'"
<OOC> Coder says, "Was always my favorite Insecticon."
<OOC> Marble_Memory may have to fire up a thesaurus to see as many other names for 'Satan' there are. XD
<OOC> Sky_Blue belatedly thwaps EB! "Bad Economist! Sherlock never wore a deerstalker!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Anypony else in? Sky? Bardigan? Maple? Coder?"

Bardigan has a problem with bees, ever since an entire swarm decided to try and off him in the middle of the market. Spiders though, are not really on his hit list of 'bugs to run away screaming from.' So when he runs across an entire *trail* of the things while, ironically, looking for Nightmare Night decorations, he carefully steps over them, following them all the way up to EB. "... I never really thought of arachnology as a spare time hobby for Canterlot ponies," he remarks dryly. "I can appreciate the theatricality of your get-up, though."

<OOC> EconomistBrony shields the thwapping!
<OOC> Coder says, "Ooo.. EB's been watching Stooges and learned some tricks."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!"
<OOC> Coder narrows his eyes, "I like bees."
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "Good thing Apple wasn't there when that swarm of bees was out. AB fears about as many things as Marble these days: Bees, heights, clowns..."
<OOC> Bardigan is pretty sure the log of him getting attacked by bees is on the forum. XD
<OOC> Match_Maker smooches Bardy.
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "Fortunately Marble doesn't have a problem with heights, he just doesn't like to to fly."
<OOC> Coder has a backyard often full of bees that he literally pets with his finger.
<OOC> Coder says, "RL"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Yes Match, Bardy did in fact scream "BEEEEES!" just like that."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Imagine Apple Bloom when she gets a clown wig as her cutie mark."
<OOC> Coder says, "Hude, furry, freakishly huge bumbly bees, mind you."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Ha ha, here it is. equestriamuck.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=logs&action=display&thread=264"
<OOC> Sky_Blue says, "Bumblebees are awesome. Dun diss them XD"
<OOC> Coder nods! I love them a lot.
<OOC> MapleWing is undecided for the moment
<OOC> Coder says, "They NEVER sting me and they're okay with being pet. At least, ours don't."
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "AB goes BEEEEEEEEEEEES too. XD"

Vinyl's simultaneous walking, talking, texting and speaking is very suddenly ground to a halt when she sees Economist with the spiders. Granted that Marble can't see them now, as he's staring nervously at his hooves, but he'll see them soon. That's why Vinyl decides that suddenly the alleyway between the shoeshop and Quills and Sofas looks so very attractive, and drags Marble down it. Now for an excuse. Well. She pushes him against the wall and kisses him, that's what - so he's forced into closing his eyes and she doesn't have to say another word.

<OOC> EconomistBrony ... hoofs Vinyl. Word.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch realises that talking and speaking is the same thing! HURRDURR.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch hoofs EB.
<OOC> Marble_Memory loves Vinyl. XD
Match_Maker has connected.
<OOC> Match_Maker returns.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "what'd I miss?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Just Vinyl making out with Marble to distract him from the spiders."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch o.o

Marble is at first caught off-guard by his fiance's sudden need to make out with him. But soon he realizes where they are. Next to Quills and Sofas! His fiance has such a wonderful sense of romance. Making out this close to office supplies. He closes his eyes and returns the making out in earnest.

<OOC> You say, "EB isn't actually /carrying/ spiders Vinyl"
<OOC> You say, "But too late now X3"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "I know, I never said he was."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "They're just with him."

Match_Maker raises an eyebrow as she leans against a nearby stall. "I wasn't aware that those from Ponyville were so... OPEN about their affections." she says in a slightly southern drawl.

<OOC> Bardigan pulls a Rarity. "*I* should be the one getting dragged down alleys by mares and made out with wherever I go."
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "XDD"
<OOC> MapleWing wishes he had caffiene. -.-
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "You mean, you *don't* get that from Skyheart? Pfft. And I thought romance was his talent."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch gives Maple ALL THE COFFEE.
<OOC> MapleWing doesn't drink/like coffee -.-
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch aww. Gives Maple ALL THE REDBULL.
<OOC> MapleWing says, "dun liket them either. TOO MUCH caffiene."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "It may be his talent, but he certainly isn't cultivating it. XD"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "XD"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch just hits Maple with the WAKE UP stickZ
<OOC> Dynamite_Rave flop.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch flip.

The current pose order is: {EconomistBrony Solar_Solstice Vinyl_Scratch Marble_Memory Match_Maker}.

EconomistBrony is still observing the web beneath his magnifying glass. Despite, you know, the giant trail of spiders that would surely lead him to the artifact in question. He's a details guy. He tilts his head back and forth, lifts the looking glass up and down, brings up a hoof to pluck at just one of the fibers. And then realizes his hoof is stuck in the web and flails the hoof wildly, likely PLONKing poor Bardigan in the nose in the process. "Oh! Hello, Bardigan!" the economist pops up, immediately setting down a hoof, crushing a spider or two in the process. Ewww. "... Theatricality?" The economist gains a puzzled look. "It looked like rain this morning," he states flatly. "And no! Not a hobby. I need to hunt down an artifact for the Princesses that got misplaced. Would you like to join me?" Spiders swarm over his hooves, attacking the pony in an attempt of revenge for their fallen comrades.

<OOC> EconomistBrony does better! He gives MapleWing a big cup of coffee.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "BAD EB."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "MAPLE DOESN'T LIKE COFFEE."
<OOC> MapleWing wishes he had like a soda or something... or American Mountain Dew ;.;
<OOC> EconomistBrony D:
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "Oh... they might be closing the call center soon. While I certainly have the key, I'm not sure about staying after its closed. o.o"
<OOC> EconomistBrony gives Maplewing mountain Dew?
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch clings to Marble!
<OOC> MapleWing would but all the Mountain Dew here has zero caffiene.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Pfft. Weak, Canada. Weak. XD"
<OOC> Marble_Memory huggles Vinyl.
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Weak, indeed!"
<OOC> You say, "Its a weird regulation we have that only dark-cloured pop can have caffeine XP"
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "Um... you all can decide Marble's fate."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "MARBSIEEE."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "That's so weird. o.o"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "NUUUUUU."
<OOC> You say, "It is n.n;"
<OOC> EconomistBrony clings to Marble.
<OOC> You say, "I blame Quebec"
<OOC> MapleWing says, "Only dark coloured beverages can have caffiene without being classified as an energy drink, and they don't want Mountain Dew to be an energy drink"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "MARBSIEEE."

"... Ow," Bardigan whines for a moment, rubbing his nose. He looks back at EB, who seems entirely too calm for the fact that he's about to get covered in spiders, many of which are probably the kind that eat things from the inside out or whatver it is spiders do. Good thing they aren't the giant variety found in the jungles of Brayzil! "You have a little... couple... hundred..." Bardigan says, reaching out with a wing to sort of brushy brushy off the spiders attacking him. "I'll join you, but only if it heads off whatever disaster I'm sure a phenomenon like this is going to cause. We've had a record week of no catastrophes and we should keep it that way!" More spiders. Bardigan hurriedly latches onto EB. "I'm a gentlepony, so I apologize for this sir," he says, hauling him above the teeming mass of arachnids with his wings.

<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "MAAAAAAAARBLE."
<OOC> Solar_Solstice got skipped!

It is now your pose.
The current pose order is: {Solar_Solstice Vinyl_Scratch Marble_Memory Match_Maker EconomistBrony}.

<OOC> Bardigan oops.

Solar_Solstice continues to hawk his product. "Get a cool drink from Solar's Smoothies, the finest juices of the tropics!" He peers as a number of events begin to happen around him, his eyes jiggling with anxious awareness as he spies Vinyl and Marble together, the royal Economist hunting down spider webs, and the playwright Bardigan. "Uhh..." he utters. "Do you need help, Mr. Economist sir?" he asks lamely, leaving the cart to one of his assistants and peering, from a safe distance, at the swarm of spiders. "I can get my pesticide spray bottle if you need." What exactly he's doing with that thing while selling smoothies is anypony's guess.

<OOC> Sky_Blue says, "HE'S SECRETELY POISONIN' THE CUSTOMERS THAT DON'T TIP HIM."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "LOL"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Bardigan! When you say 'haul him above... with your wings', what exactly do you mean. o.o"
<OOC> Match_Maker suddenly has a bummed out moment. My posts may or may not be decent.
<OOC> Sky_Blue counters with ONE FREE HUG!
<OOC> Bardigan says, "He flaps his wings. XD Sorry."
<OOC> Sky_Blue ULTRAHUG.
<OOC> Bardigan says, "And carries EB in his hooves. Should've just written that."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Aha! I was going to say, Bardigan's been doing some wing push-ups. o.o"
<OOC> MapleWing admits to feeling somewhat the same as Match Maker, dunno why though.
<OOC> Sky_Blue says, "FEEL THE STRENGTH OF MAH STALLION WINGS."
<OOC> Bardigan is more about *finesse* than *power.*
<OOC> Sky_Blue says, "GIGGITY."
<OOC> Match_Maker kidnaps Bardigan, does //THINGS// To him.
<OOC> Bardigan uses his wing finesse to hug Marble and Match at the same time with his wings.
<OOC> You say, "Wing Finesse"
<OOC> EconomistBrony uses hus magic to hug all ponies together at once.
<OOC> You say, "Its a new feat in D&D 5.0"
<OOC> Bardigan isn't sure whether he wants the police to free him from Match in time or not.

Vinyl breaks the kiss momentarily to gaze quickly around the corner, though she keeps Marble firmly pushed against the wall. She looks back at him, and shrugs. "So... uh... quiet today. Might as well stay here a bit," she says with a casual shrug, before pulling him further down the alley. Her eyes focus on him. "Did we... did we already get everything we need? I think we did."

<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Not responding to Match Maker?"

The current pose order is: {Marble_Memory Match_Maker EconomistBrony Bardigan Solar_Solstice Vinyl_Scratch}.

<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch uses her horn finesse to allure stallions with a) money and b) good political standing. Like a golddig-- uh, boss. Like a boss.
<OOC> Sky_Blue HAS FOUND EB. i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/349/102/d4b.jpg
Match_Maker has connected.
<OOC> Match_Maker grumbles.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch hugs Matchy. <3
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Miss anything?"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Did you get my pose?"
<OOC> EconomistBrony denies everything, Sky. o.o
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Nnnope."
Enigma has arrived.
<OOC> Enigma says, "Waves "
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Not saying anything to Match, who's watchin' ya?"
<OOC> Enigma says, "Sup?"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch hugs!
<OOC> Enigma hugs!
<OOC> EconomistBrony lifts Enigma over his head, steals him away!
<OOC> Enigma iiee!
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "OHH SNAP."
<OOC> EconomistBrony places Enigma in his hoard.
<OOC> Enigma says, "So any RP to be had?"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Is being had now!"
<OOC> Enigma
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Waiting on Mr. Memory!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch is wondering whether Marble had to leave. x.x
<OOC> Enigma glances about...so whats the scene?
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Orgy."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Bad Match!"
<OOC> Sky_Blue brbs for a nappings. LOTS OF LOVE, EVERYPONY!
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Just a normal day. With spiders"
<OOC> Sky_Blue says, "AND WE APPROVE, MATCH."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "LOTS of spiders."
<OOC> Sky_Blue says, "Ni! <3"
<OOC> MapleWing says, "night Sky Blue"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Take care Sky!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch thinks she'll head out herself... Just presume Marble and Vinyl ran away. XD
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "School tomorrow and stuff. n.n"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Take care, all! <3"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "HAHAHA!"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I have the day off tomorrow."
<OOC> MapleWing awwrs and snugs vinyl
<OOC> You say, "rubs Vinyl's neon mane"
<OOC> Solar_Solstice rubs Vinyl's neon mane
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch loves you ALL.
Vinyl_Scratch goes home.
Vinyl_Scratch has left.
Match_Maker has disconnected.
<OOC> Enigma sprawls
<OOC> Match_Maker molests.
<OOC> Enigma iiee!
<OOC> Bardigan says, "It's okay. She just wants to excite your emotions so she can devour them and leave you a withered husk of... well, okay, it's not that okay."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Who is posing?"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Awwww, you're not supposed to guess for them!"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Oh no!"

The current pose order is: {Marble_Memory Match_Maker EconomistBrony Bardigan Solar_Solstice}.

<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Well, I believe it's your pose, Match!"
<OOC> Coder hmms
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Come join the spider hunt."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Join us."

Match_Maker heads over to the smoothie stand. "Really? Strange and unusual fruits?" she asks, leaning up and looking through the selections.

<OOC> Bardigan says, "Let us come together, in... no, not in THAT way."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "TOO LATE!"
<OOC> Bardigan throws up EB as an offering.
<OOC> Match_Maker turns up her nose at EBoffering. "Feh. I have better taste than that."
<OOC> Dynamite_Rave waves to Match?

EconomistBrony notices the bonk and subsequent 'ow' and proceeds to apologize to the bard before getting rescued from the rising tower of spidery darkness and death. Upon being lifted into the air by the now-flying Bardigan, however, EB does do a little bit more of the hoof-flailing-thing. Usually it's Luna doing this, and with her magic, and it's just so that she can be juggling more than one science at a time. ... The Princess of the Night has some odd hobbies. "... THAT WAY!" EconomistBrony points his unusually poetic steed in the direction from whence the spiders come. "And we can use all the hooves we can get, Mr. Slushie Pony! Bring a... whatever it is you could bring that could be of assistance, I suppose, that has benefit greater than or equal to its cost." The spidery tower rises up to strike at the economist and his bard-mount. (Don't tell Skyheart.)

<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "... ohhh, snap Match."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Is... EB now riding on Bardigan's back? XD"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Yes. Yes, he is. He took advantage of the situation."

The current pose order is: {Marble_Memory Bardigan Solar_Solstice Match_Maker EconomistBrony}.

<OOC> Match_Maker doubleepicfacehoof.

Solar_Solstice gapes at the big spidery tower, barely hearing Match Maker amidst all the ruckus! "Sorry, miss, I gotta help!" he shouts, turning around and galloping to his cart, ripping open a sealed compartment beneath the main tanks and producing a big round tank marked 'Bugs-Be-Gone'. He hitches the contraption on his back, slinging the cone-shaped ejector duct onto his right foreleg and dashing back to help EB and Bardigan. "Hang on, Mr. Economist sir!" he shouts, lifting up the cone and letting a large blast of bug spray splash onto the spiders.

<OOC> You say, "Erp posed early"
<OOC> Enigma says, "fagafgfd"
<OOC> Enigma says, "grah"
<OOC> EconomistBrony
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "for any who weren't here earlier www.dropbox.com/s/fzjog0fjys2w1zt/myPony.png is what she looks like now."

Bardigan takes a moment to glare over his shoulder at EB. "... Really?" he asks the Canterlotian clerk, then rolls his eyes and decides to go with it. If they're going to solve a mystery, he might as well look as dashing as possible. "TO ADVENTURE!" he cries out, wishing he had brought his stage sword to market. Not that he *usually* does that. He flaps upward in a tizzy to avoid Solar's toxic cloud, nodding with satisfaction as the bug column is significantly reduced. And with that he turns to Match, whom he does not recognize. "Joining us? Very good. Let's be off!" He begins flapping in the 'that way' direction EB pointed out.

Match_Maker blinks at Bardigan. "Uh... Spiders...? SPIDERS?!" she yells, charging after Bardigan. She has NO idea what's going on anymore, and the poor 'earth pony' is... er,... Kinda freaking out.

Rarity has arrived.
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Rarity! Wanna help us follow a giant line of aggressive spiders?"
Enigma has disconnected.
<OOC> Rarity says, "..."
Rarity goes home.
Rarity has left.
PUB >> Rarity Locks the door of her Boutique. *click*
PUB >> Rarity says, "No."
PUB >> Rarity says, "Following Spiders if a job for Nettleglum, darling, not I"

The current pose order is: {Marble_Memory EconomistBrony Solar_Solstice Bardigan Match_Maker}.

"YAH! YAH!" the economist swings a rapier at the tower-o-spiders from atop his mighty poetic steed. Where did the rapier come from? ... Well. Economists have their mysteries. And it's probably not a stage rapier. "..." EB stares back into Bardigan's glare and envy-filled eyes. "... Yes." he responds simply before the Bardisteed resigns himself to his fate. At least he /does/ look exceptionally dashing with a Sherlock EB on his back. With Solar Solstice reducng the leaning tower of Spidertopia to a trembling mess of silentized spiders, EB points his rapier in roughly the same direction as before. "Engage!"

PUB >> The Nettie's Hoof says, "Who can truly follow spiders, dear. They're a tough act to follow. ._."
Nettleglum has arrived.
PUB >> Rarity sighs amnd adjusts her mane. "I'm more of a ...Follow to fashion" sort of pony, really!
PUB >> The Nettie's Hoof says, "Spiders are quite fashionable, dear. ._. They are always seen in silk."
PUB >> MapleWing says, "Not to mention I'm sure Rarity has a fondness for silk in her fashions, which she woudn't have without spiders and insects. "
PUB >> Rarity says, "I have them IMPORTED dear."
PUB >> MapleWing says, "Yes, from forign spiders and insects "
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Hello, Nettie!"
PUB >> The Nettie's Hoof agrees with Rarity. You really do need to import your spiders for the best quality.
PUB >> Happy as an EB levels an accusatory hoof at Rarity. "WHY do you hate Equestria?"
PUB >> Happy as an EB says, "Aren't our spiders good enough?"
PUB >> Dynamite_Rave says, "I was thinking of holding a concert tonight if anyone was interested later."
PUB >> Rarity says, "..."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "lost the whole convo."
PUB >> Rarity slowly, slowly, slowly, glares at EB. "...I...HATE Equestira? ME?!
PUB >> Rarity says, "Oh, darling. It. Is. On."
<OOC> Nettleglum is here for the spiders. ._.
<OOC> Nettleglum has a coupon.
PUB >> The ColbertEB says, "Bring it."
PUB >> The Nettie's Hoof gives the glare time to reach EB. ._. Nope. Still going.
PUB >> The ColbertEB sets a clock, times the glare's speed.
PUB >> The Nettie's Hoof slowly lurches alongside the glare. Is beating it.
PUB >> Rarity's glare gains a life of it's own, and rampages through the city!!
PUB >> The ColbertEB aughs, and fights the glare, atop Bardigan. "YAH! YAH!"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "I /do/ believe it's Solar Solstice's turn, though the pose order still includes Marble!"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Marble! If you do not respond in 5 minutes, I will sweep you, in order to remove you from the pose order."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "This is your wizardly warning."
PUB >> The Nettie's Hoof simply offers sunglasses around. ._. They cut outside glare.
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Can you not simply change his status, dear?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Skyheart, we're following a line of spiders to who knows where. Come join us."
<OOC> Skyheart says, "Huh?"
PUB >> Skyheart says, "Not bad."
<OOC> Nettleglum would like to spiderize, but has not yet seen any poses to know what's going on.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Skyheart, I'm in the form of that picture you showed/made me."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Hello, Skyheart!"

The current pose order is: {Marble_Memory Solar_Solstice Bardigan Match_Maker EconomistBrony}.

<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "... If you want to do things the easy way, Nettie."

Solar_Solstice is happy to see the spiders wither away, but where did they come from? "Wait, Mr. Economist! What's...going on?" He trots after the mounted stallion (?!?) as best he can to find out what's what.

<OOC> EconomistBrony notes that 'BUR' is for bureaucrat.
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Not 'burrito'."
<OOC> Match_Maker licks Skyheart.
<OOC> Skyheart says, ">.O"
<OOC> Match_Maker nuzzles and kissies.

"This is going to be interesting," Bardigan decides, following the long trail of spiders running right through the middle of the marketplace, alternately freaking out or fascinating passers-by. He follows a winding trail through Ponyville, wondering where exactly this is supposed to take them. They make an odd procession, especially with EB refusing to get off and walk like a normal pony. "So, what exactly can make spiders do this?" he wonders aloud, noting they are head in a southwesterly direction out of town.

## Nettleglum changes her status to IC (In Character).

Match_Maker trots up next to Bardigan... "Sorry 'bout that. Spiders tend to freak me out. Name's Dream Heart." she says with a smile. She's... There's no other way to put it. This earth mare is GORGEOUS. She's almost supernaturally pretty... Which would make sense if anyone knew she were a changeling. She has certain advantages in fine-tuning her form that other mares don't.

Nettleglum has been so, so very worried! Her spiders just... up and wandered out of the house ~en masse~ and they didn't even stop to envenom anything goodbye! The largest column of spiders in the procession seems to be coming from the direction of her abode upon the border of the Everfree, with Luna's Steward shambling afterwards, flatly entreating. "Oh, dear... do, do, be careful, dears... oh, where ever could you be going..."

<OOC> Match_Maker says, "A basilisk is on its way, that's why the spiders are fleeing! Haven't any of you read the second Hairy Trotter Book?"
<OOC> Coder says, "No."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "A basilisk... *would* make for an 'interesting' time."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Do I even WANT to know why you put that in air quotes?"
<OOC> Coder says, "They are an obomination to technology and science and should be destroyed on sight for their existence alone."
<OOC> Nettleglum believes we have one as a character.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "So Science is the new religion, and Magic is the new science?"

The current pose order is: {EconomistBrony Solar_Solstice Bardigan Match_Maker Nettleglum}.

<OOC> Coder says, "Blesphemer! Send him to the science lab for experimentation!"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Well, interesting in that 'oh Celestia we're all going to die' kind of way."
Screenplay has disconnected.
<OOC> Match_Maker is a mare, numbnuts.
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "A changeling is inherently neither male nor female. ._. It is neuter."
<OOC> Coder says, "Who are you addressing?"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "The science fanatic."
<OOC> Coder says, "Ah I see my mistake. s/him/her/g"
<OOC> Coder says, "The stream of history has been rewritten and a pipe has been reconnected."

"An artifact of great power!" the Economist shouts to his most excellent steed, before tapping on his head gently to slow down, in order that Match and Solar Solstice can keep up. ... Not that Bardigan is flying particularly quickly, anyway. And no, no, there is no reason whatsoever for him to dismount and walk like a regular pony. That would be downright pedestrian! Which is ironic on at least one or two levels. But, before this narrator begins beating a dead horse... "It is the Pied Spiper - an orb which summons spiders out. It was created by our great Princess Luna several millenia. Sources as to the reason for its creation vary from 'To cleanse Canterlot of its spider infestion' to 'A practical joke on Celestia'.

<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Please don't beat the dead horse. ._."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Why not?"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "He obviously won't mind!"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Because that's my grandpa!"
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Because we're not alone and you don't have your special masterful riding crop, dear."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "I thought YOU were your own grandpa, Bardigan?"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "... Good point, Nettie. And I don't have my video camera."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Man, Grandpa was into some weird stuff."
MapleWing goes home.
MapleWing has left.

Solar_Solstice trots, almost gallops, after Bardigan as the line of spiders wends it way out of town, an undulating wave of arachnia that skitters like enslaved shadow. He blinks and stares at the mounted Economist, distracted by the strange sight of seeing a pony riding another pony, but when the Royal official speaks he's all ears. "So it's all about this artifact, huh?" he reiterates. "How'd it get loose?"

"We're... we, *what?*" Bardigan asks, flabbergasted as to why an artifact like that even *exists.* He shakes his head, deciding he's known stranger things in his time. He turns to Match Maker as she catches his attention, looking her up and down with an appraising look. "Dream Heart? ... I can see that," he murmurs with seeming approval. "Well, these spiders don't seem to be doing anything but walking in the direction of whatever we're looking for. I hope this doesn't mean we have to fight our way through a giant spider mob to get this lost orb..." He raises an eyebrow at Nettleglum when she appears. "Miss? Beg pardon! You look like you lost something too!" Are the spiders stealing things? If they're that smart, Equestria is doomed.

Match_Maker smiles and strikes a pose for a moment. Then she trots on. "It looks very strange, one pony riding another like that. Tell me, while we're walking, Mr. Bardigan." she says with a smile. "What can you tell me about the stallion called Skyheart?"

<OOC> Nettleglum notes Bardigan is not all that observant. Nettie was standing next to Luna by the throne all during his play a couple of months ago. She's fairly unmistakable.
<OOC> Bardigan couldn't remember if they were introduced, though.

The current pose order is: {Nettleglum EconomistBrony Solar_Solstice Bardigan Match_Maker}.

"...Ivictis, dear... oh, Crowley. Do come back..." Nettleglum slams on the breaks and lurches to a halt, creaking like a scarecrow in a wind tunnel. She aims her flat, glassy stare at the ponies having a romantic night out. "My spiders are out, and they're not responding. Wherever could the darlings be heading? They went right past the duck pond and didn't even stop to try and truss up any mallards, and that's just not like them at all, the dears..."

<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Dawwwww."

EconomistBrony tilts slightly to the side, flailing widly before righting himself. "We must retrieve the artifact!" the economist proclaims, pointing in the direction from whence they head. "W- ah, hello Nettleglum!" the economist waves a hoof at the dour pony. "Yes, they have been bewitched by an artifact, as I exposited significantly just a few minutes ago. Join us, if you'd like! It should be filled with hopefully anticlimactic adventure!" he notes as Bardigan arrives soon at the source of the spider-summoning. Which, of course, is crawling with millions and millions of spiders.

The current pose order is: {Solar_Solstice Bardigan Match_Maker Nettleglum EconomistBrony}.

Solar_Solstice spends equal time watching the sea of spiders and gawking at EB as he tries to keep upright on his 'steed'. To 'Dream Heart' he does a double take, his brow weighing downward as he gets an odd feeling of familiarity from her. "Do I, uh, know you, Miss Dream Heart?" he asks her. The thought fades as Nettleglum arrives, however. Solar looks at the dark mare with some wonder; was she one of Luna's servants that he's heard about? She definitely looks the part! At least they now have a certified expert on creepy-crawlies to provide, uh, expertise. When they arrive at the artifact's location Solar gapes at the huge mountain of arachnids, his mouth hanging open in wonder. "Oh, uh, wow," he says, but wonder gives way to plans. "How are we gonna turn it off?"

"Skyheart?" Bardigan blinks a few times, wondering whatever Dream Heart could want to know about him. He looks back at the mass of spiders. "Well, he'd probably be freaking out if he were here, I know that much," he mutters in a dry tone. "I hope your spiders come when called, miss Nettleglum," he adds, seeming intimidated. Gosh, he can *hear* them all squirming and skittering over each other... He turns his eyes upward to EB. Time for him to go to work, he's the expert and Bardigan did all the traveling, after all! "Maybe you could magic it out of there?"

Match_Maker rolls her eyes. "Gosh you people, scared of such adorable, sweet little things." she says, striding forwards. Her hooves barely seem to touch any of the spiders, the things apparently skittering away from her hooves as she puts them to the ground. (When in actuality it's the barest touch of magic). "They're yours?" she asks NettleGlum, turning her head with a smile. "They look very healthy. You must be proud of them." she says as she slowly makes her way closer to the central mass where the orb is (presumably) resting.

Nettleglum listens to EB's expository lump, and stiffly nods. "I see, Mister Optimality." Of course, working a the palace, she knows EB-- and his real name. Whether he likes to hear it used in public or not. "Is this one of Mister Mousery's artifacts? I rather thought things might be in a state with his resignation..." She trails off as they reach the mass of arachnids, and stares, and is that the slightest trace of excitement in her... wait, no, it's not. Bad lighting. But what her face cannot show, flat exclamation expresses. "How lovely-- you seldom see a spider swarm like that outside of Capistrano-- the yearly migration-- Ponyville really is such a fortunate place, sometimes." Nettie's spiders are, of course, thoroughbreds, but she can appreciate arachnids of any stripe... or... plaid. Ooh, that one's kind of checkered with a death's head on its abdomen!

<OOC> Fluttershy blinkblinks. W-what's going on, everypony?
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Spiders, dear. Do hold still."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Millions of spiders swarming a spider attracting object near Ponyville."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "And EB riding to the rescue with Bardigan and Match Maker. And Nettie's watching with adoration."
<OOC> Solar_Solstice is here too ._.
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "-AND the best of all, Solar Solstice!"
<OOC> Fluttershy is in a difficult position here, as, although she is deeply arachnophobic, she's also Fluttershy.
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "He's like the 'and the rest' during the first season of Gilligan's Island. ._."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Uh."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Actually, Match just started walking into/towards the central mass of spiders."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I can drop out though."

The current pose order is: {EconomistBrony Solar_Solstice Bardigan Match_Maker Nettleglum}.

"We don't!" the only economist in the entire kingdom responds to Solar Solstice. "I grab it, and we get it to Canterlot as quickly as equinely possible. With minimal casualties, to both insect and ponykind. And to myself. Hopefully. But you know, to Princess and Kingdom." EconomistBrony kicks Bardigan's sides to encourage him to go swiftly flying on into the growing mass of arachnids. Well, until Match Maker goes trotting on in. "... that would work too." He hops off the Bardigan and proceeds to trot into the gigantic mass of arachnids. He walks out a minute later with some three inches of spiders clad on him like a body suit. "... perhaps not." He says before getting slowly tugged back into the spiders' massive web of LIES A- wait, just web.
PUB >> MapleWing says, "I still withold my opinion for the same reason as before. ^.^"

<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Just pretend they're... Flutterspiders, Fluttershy?"
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Spiders aren't insects, dear. ._."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "But they do *eat* insects! So we're doing them a service too."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "ExACTly."
<OOC> Nettleglum remembers once accidentally scaring a very arachnophobic co-worker by showing her a science magazine with a spider article. I truly did not know she had the phobia. So, to apologize, I baked her a batch of shortbread cookies. Using my spider-shaped cookie press. ._. Even she thought that was funny.
<OOC> EconomistBrony grins.
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "That's excellent, Nettie."

Solar_Solstice isn't really affected by the squirming, writhing mass of spiders. They were just spiders, after all, and besides he's seen far more frightening things in his life. Though, Nettleglum's girlish glee regarding the spiders is rather close to being freaky in his estimation. When the Economist attempts to hatch his plan, Solar blinks and watches passively, his amazed stare concealing thoughts of doom. "I don't think that's going to-" he begins, but the unicorn has already done it. Or tried to. Solar sighs, wondering why it was always the earth ponies who had to be practical around here. "How about we do this?" he says, and without further adieu he aims his anti-bug spray at the mass of spiders and unleashes toxic death.

<OOC> Bardigan says, "Cookies make everything delicious, even spiders."
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Even painted them in bright, venomous colors with food coloring. :F"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "That could have a seriously not good move, if she didn't have a good sense of humor."
<OOC> Match_Maker would have thought it hilarious.

Bardigan just. Sort of. Stares. As EB commands him to charge directly into the heaving mass of spidery death. He does nothing instead, of course, watching and waiting while Dream Heart exhibits a strange, yet impressive mastery over the spiders, followed by... EB. Bardigan facehoofs. "You just made things *more* difficult, sir," he says, and gingerly attempts to try and snatch whatever part of the unicorn is showing before the spiders can drag him off... and then Solar turns his bug spray on again. "No, WAIT!" he says, and reaches out with a wing to whap the instrument away, since his hoof is now attached to the bewebbed EB. "We're trying to disperse the creatures, not slaughter them! Miss Nettleglum's *pets* are in there!" he says, as if Solar just tried to set off a bomb. Which in a way, he did.

<OOC> Dreamweaver says, "Oh dear, are the spiders out? Be careful. Save me some of the silk..."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Hello, DreamWeaver!"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "*Instrument=whatever Solar is using to deliver the bug spray."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "It's my pose actually. one sec. sorry!"
<OOC> Dreamweaver says, "Hello! And also, seriously, save me some of the silk."
<OOC> Dreamweaver has a weaving business to run!

Match_Maker smiles and gently pushes her way through the spiders, making soft cooing noises and hoping that none of them can puncture chitin. she's still in her disguised form... But it never hurts to be prepared. "I won't hurt you." she says with a smile. She takes a glance back at Bardigan and winks, her one visible eye glowing green for a moment (or was it just a trick of the light?) before she plunges in, vanishing from sight.

<OOC> Dreamweaver says, "Oh I'm told there's been some sort of spider summoning device?"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Exactly!"
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "How is Solar attempting to kill the spiders? ._."
<OOC> Dreamweaver eyesquints, "Ok, not to give anything away but there /may/ have been some of them swarming from my shop."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Bugspray as was stated :-)"
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Yes, but delivered how."
Cream_Puff has arrived.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "good question."
<OOC> Dreamweaver says, "Hello Miss Puff."
<OOC> Match_Maker huffs Puff.
<OOC> Cream_Puff waves to everypony.
<OOC> You say, "He's still carrying that tank of pesticide from earlier"
<OOC> You say, "CONTINUITY"
<OOC> Nettleglum was not here earlier.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I'll Huff and I'll PUFF and I'll *pbbbbbbbts Cream Puff's Tummy*"
<OOC> Cream_Puff giggles and squirms
<OOC> EconomistBrony breaks the continuity with a stick. -.- Hack, bash.
<OOC> Bardigan says, "http://bestpestcontrolreviews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/pest-control-bug-spray.png It probably looks like that, and the sprayer is held in the mouth."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Hello, Creamy Puffs of Pony!"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Or that bug spray can that was used against the parasprites."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "By Applejack."
<OOC> Dreamweaver isn't sure she'd want to be holding the handle in her mouth.
<OOC> Dreamweaver says, "I mean...it shoots out poison."
<OOC> Bardigan is going to have to extricate himself from the scene shortly.
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Oh no!"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "It'll leave a Bardigan-sized hole in the scene. Alas."
<OOC> Bardigan will of course do it through RP. X3
<OOC> Bardigan says, "But he can't hang around more than a few more rounds."

Nettleglum lurches in front of the nozzle of the pesticide and gets a rather healthy (so to speak) snootful. She sways for a moment. Then stabilizes. "Glyphosate, with a gentle touch of Chlorpyrifos, and just the lightest nose of Pyrethrum. While I appreciate your interest in perfumes, dear, we really haven't the time right now. Clothos, dear! Crowley... come to mummy, dears... Invictis, come on, I know you're in there somewhere..." Nettleglum, having taken the brunt of the spray, shakes off a bit and then moves forward towards the spiders."

EconomistBrony notes that he and Dream Heart woudl most likely also be killed or badly maimed/wounded/harmed/tickled by the wave of toxic death brought about by Solar Solstice's practical device. We're supposed to /minimiize/ casualties, not maximize them! That's what you get for not checking the sign of the definiteness of the Hessian matrix! Huff. People these days don't know their multivariate calculus. As Bardigan attempts to free him, the Economist emerges just slightly from the great dark mass of arachnids before disappearing into it once again, taking his trusty bardisteed with him. "Hrrfltk fjadsfji fjamrm!" can be heard from the mass. Likely the economist shouting instructions. Or cursing. Likely cursing.

What the hay is going on out here?! Dreamweaver is shocked as she comes downstairs to see both her basement and front shop door open! Her head peaks out and she says, "Noo! What's going on?" She steps out, seemingly not too worried about spiders, but like Nettie seems a little more concerned for their wellbeing. "Miss Glum, what's going on?"

Solar_Solstice yelps as Bardigan suddenly swats away his hoof right as he hits the switch and sprays Nettie. "W-what? I...oh no!" declares Solar, his ears reddening when he realizes what he's done. "Uh...sorry, I didn't realize." He scrobbles his hoof on the ground anxiously, wondering if he's made Nettie mad. Is he going to find evil bugs in his bed now? He's heard that that's what happens to ponies who offend Nettleglum. Except apparently she's not? "Huh?" he utters, a bit confused.
Everything about this situation is confusing! He looks down at the watch he always wears around his neck...no, he's not supposed to use /it/ in public. Well, that takes out a lot of options, but he doesn't have time to think about it given how the Economist is presently struggling with the spiders.

"Uh...just...hang on a sec!" He comes up with a quick plan: he unhitches his poison tank, disconnects the couplings linknig the tank to the mechanism, and jams open one of the valves in the air hose. "I've got this!" he says, and he aims and f ((POSE CUT))

<OOC> Nettleglum says, "No, dear. Ponies who offend Nettleglum wake -up- as bugs in their beds. ._. Gregor was my papercolt."
fires the tankless mechanism, sending a blast of wind right through the spiders.

Bardigan begins to be dragged along into the spidery swarm by a single hoof, shocked first by Dream Heart's hauntingly familiar magic eyes, and then by Nettleglum's feat. "Um. Oh dear," he says as he's pulled in, though he's still trying to process how exactly Nettleglum managed to swallow all that poison as he gets pulled in leg first. Luna *does* know how to hire good help! "Um, Dream Heart! Whatever you are doing, please hurry!" His mind begins racing with what he'll put on his obituary. Brave bard slain holding off spider horde? That doesn't sound *too* bad- FWOOSH. And there goes his hat. Thank you, Solar.

Match_Maker heads insides the swarm, smiling gently. They're her friends. She's a great deal like them... in some respects. Certainly she's not prey! "There there." she says, digging through... And hopefully, putting her hooves on the Magical Orb of Spiderness that's been causing all this trouble!

<OOC> Bardigan thinks that is close enough and must away. Assume Bardigan got webbed enough he cannot speak until this is fixed!
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Very well, sir bard!"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Fun scene! Thank you all!"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Inndeed! Take care, Bardigan!"
Bardigan has left.

Nettleglum is apparently a little miffed at her lovely spiders. She stomps a hoof, the sound very hollow and clattery. "Aramis! D'Artagnan! If you don't stop this playing around right now, I assure you you'll be eating moth for a week, so there. You scuttle right back over here. Oh, dear..." She shambles into the thick of the spiders, and rather than part they simply scuttle over her, turning her into a pony-shaped mass of arachnids. Her eyes are the only uncovered part, the rest of her seething, crawling, twitching, scrabbling with legs and pedipalps and glittery little eyes in clusters of twos and threes and sixes.

<OOC> Match_Maker claims the spider orb for her own... Has no idea what she'd do with all the spiders, so disperses them.
<OOC> Nettleglum believes that depends on what EB says the rules for operating the artifact are. ._.
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "There is no operation. There is purely 'is' and 'isn't'! The only reason it was deactivated in Canterlot is because it was in the magical vault."
<OOC> Match_Maker would only use it with Wizard/Judge/Staff permission ^_^; And have it as the occasional 'spiders skitter over her body, no matter what form she takes' bit of creepy rpness.

EconomistBrony is struggling with the spiders, all right. He's yanking and moving and shimmying and deriving and even tried dancing. But that last one apparently only works with bees! Completely at a loss, since math doesn't seem to appease their unsatiable hunger, he simply flails. And hten gets stuck somewhere. As Match Maker places a hoof on the orb, however, EB's eyes snap over to attention. "Excellent! Roll it over here!" he flails, his horn gaining a deep blue aura.

Dreamweaver's ears flickflick. She's not about to get up in the thick of the spiders like Nettleglum did, but she does look over them, "Mmph, Miss Glum, if you see a few confused spiders, send them back my way." She stands at the edge of the arachnid mass.
Solar_Solstice blinks as his air-pump apparently does nothing useful. "Oh, um," he utters, watching as events unfold without his help, the spiders glomping onto Nettie, Dream Heart grabbing the orb, somehow, and Bard and the Economist flailing about. He just stands aside and watches, bewildered.

The current pose order is: {Nettleglum EconomistBrony Dreamweaver Solar_Solstice Match_Maker}.

<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Ooops, pardon!"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Ignore that. hit enter too soon!"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "... Now I want to abscond with the orb ^_^"
<OOC> Fluttershy says, "(orb)"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "You certainly could, but it would likely bode badly, unless you want to be perpetually covered in spiders. o.o"

Nettleglum does not speak, because she might get spiders in her mouth, and really, snacking in public is gauche. She begins to very carefully scuttle back towards Dreamweaver, encased in enough spiders to web up a bull mastodon in four seconds flat. A few leave to move back towards the orb, but the rest stay, as they're apparently still close enough for the 'call' not to be imperative. By the time Nettie draws close to Dreamweaver, she's shed enough to speak. "Just pick out which ones are yours, dear. Oh. Goodness, is that a red-banded Everfree gut-spider? You so seldom see those outside of a lower intestine."

EconomistBrony stares flatly over at Dream Heart. "Of /course/ not. I simply need to return this orb to Canterlot, where it will be safe!" A few more dozen spiders run over his already spider-surrounded form. "I truly suggest you bring it over to me, and give it for safe-keeping! It's by the order of the Princesses!"

<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I love spiders!"

Dreamweaver stares a moment, "I...don't know which. There's so ...very many," she says, a bit taken aback. She seems confused, then runs into the building and comes out with a hefty spider 'cage' "Come home my spideys," she says, "Maybe mine'll just make their way back?"

<OOC> You say, "I have to go for a bit! Solar is just idly following"
You have been removed from the pose order.
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Farewell, Solar Solstice!"
<OOC> Dreamweaver waves.

Nettleglum seems to have a fine patina of webbing all over her now. She looks like she just woke up in a sarcophagus. I mean... not... her usual sarcophagus. "Oh, dear. You really need to give them more distinctive names, Miss Dreamweaver."

<OOC> Nettleglum also posed early. Meh.
<OOC> EconomistBrony is contagious.
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "And not in the good way. ._."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Erm... how big is the orb?"
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Oh, about the size of a pony's head."
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "You can't hide it anywhere. No matter where you went, they'd follow the spiders to you and the guard would take it back. And toss you in the pokey for royal theft."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "It's not theft, it's salvage!"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I really can't see any line between 'Good Girl' and 'Enemy of the state'"
<OOC> Nettleglum says, "Not when a designated representative of the court is claiming it, it isn't."
<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "MM! Your pose!"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I'm thinking... :-("

Match_Maker starts to slowly roll the orb back towards them, still cooing gently to the spiders. The orb glows green and lifts into the air so she doesn't crush any of the poor dears. The 'unicorn' looks a bit disappointed... She would love to be able to attract and speak to spiders...

<OOC> Nettleglum posed already. Who's next?
<OOC> Coder says, "UNICRON!"
<OOC> EconomistBrony o.o

Dreamweaver sighs a bit, "I would but they are all the same type of spider and there's not much in the way of differentiation," explains Dreamy. Her ear twitches and she sets the cage out, open, invitingly for her spiders to return.

<OOC> Solar_Solstice returns

The current pose order is: {Nettleglum Match_Maker EconomistBrony Dreamweaver}.

Solar_Solstice just watches everything with some bemusement. Interesting day this turned out to be!

<OOC> You say, "Hopefully I'll have something more interesting to pose next time!"

Nettleglum seems relieved-- though her expression remains unchanged-- and she waits for Dreamweaver's spiders to return to their home. "Clothos... oh, there's Crowley, dear, wherever did you meet that little friend? Yes, of course he can come home with us... Arimis, Yolo, you naughty fellow, that's not funny. She might need that head. Now where's Bartimus? Oh, dear. Is he in my mane? He's in my mane, isn't he."

Match_Maker keeps floating the ball over towards EB and Nettie. "You... YOu really care for them all, don't you?" she asks as she glances at the odd-looking ponygal.

"For what all?" EB asks with a stare as he reaches out with his magic to snatch the ball. Of course, he's still covered in spiders. Celestia will probably heal that later. He proceeds to make his way over to Solar Solstice. "Could you please accompany me to Canterlot? Quickly?" he asks before swatting away as any spiders as he can.

A few spiders actually do return to Dreamy's cage. "Oh yes, excellent. I was worried." She does the 'I just got my spiders back' dance, which is really a subtle bouncing on her hooves, careful not to accidently step on any of them.

Solar_Solstice gazes at the Economist for a while. "Uh...sure. What for?" He's quite understandably suspicious of the Economist right now, what with the hare-brained plans he's come up with so far. A part of his mind meditates upon the notion that the thin air in Canterlot causes mild insanity in its inhabitants.
Nettleglum sees baffled by the question. Who wouldn't care for something so charming as a nice well-behaved spider? Such winning personalities. "Well, dear. If that's all, perhaps I can find homes for the rest of them. I daresay I've plenty of vacant space for the darling little guests at the manor house. Come along, my dears. Let's see. I shall call you Tibia, and you, you are most certainly a Caligula... oh, with a set of pedipalps like that you couldn't be anything but a Miss Fluffbucket. Yes, indeed so."

Match_Maker glances over at Nettleglum first. "Do you think some of them could come home with me?" she asks a bit shyly. "I-If it's not too much trouble." she says with a shy little smile. She trots over towards EB next. "I'd just like to come with. You know, to make sure that all of the spiders get home safe.

"..." EconomistBrony stares at Solar for a long moment. "To return this orb to the vault, of course," the economist says equally flatly. He's been hanging around Nettie, maybe. Possibly. He is covered in spiders, after all. "Er, of course you can, Miss. But I'd like to hurry." He proceeds to break out into a sprint towards Canterlot. It's not /that/ far of a run.

Dreamweaver hefts up the container and magics it back into the door of her shop. "Thank you, Miss Glum," she tells Nettleglum.

"I knew that!" Solar says. "Just...I guess you need an escort?" He idly brushes away the spiders that the Economist flicks away from himself. The spiders seem oddly compliant. And then the Economist makes a break for it. "Wh- hey, wait!" He runs after him, and then realizes he's left some of his equipment behind! Quickly he scrambles up the tank, tossing it over his back before galloping full speed after the Economist, catching up quickly. Another glance at Dream Heart. Why is she so familiar?

<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "Alright, I must bow out now, I'm afraid."
## EconomistBrony changes his status to OOC (Out Of Character).
<OOC> Coder bows to EB

Nettleglum isn't making any spiders go anywhere. Indeed, many seem to be anxious to return to other parts of Ponyville, and are beginning to scatter as the orb gets farther away. She simply has her own assortment, plus a number of strays who decided they like the musty sort of air she has about her, which indicates a nice set of surroundings. If spiders want to come with 'DreamHeart', they'll come with her. Nettie's personal spiders-- the ones from her home-- are certainly larger, sleeker, and rather better-fed than most in this group, though. She has some very good pedigrees there. "You are certainly welcome, dear. Do drop by if it should turn out you're still missing one or two."

[Solar Solstice]

((Wow, that went over the character limit!))

<OOC> Nettleglum too.
## Nettleglum changes her status to OOC (Out Of Character).

<OOC> EconomistBrony says, "I hope you all enjoyed the scene!"

Match_Maker smiles as she follows EB. On particularly handsome specimen, whom she's decided to name Inky, appears to be content to remain in her mane.

[Derpy]

o no spidersses