Post by Dusk on Jan 18, 2012 6:18:30 GMT -5
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Fri Jan 13 19:58
It's Friday the 13th! Watch out, ponyfolks, because bad luck is looming
around every corner. Today's the day to have some fun with your character
by having some (lighthearted) bad luck. Thanks to Nettleglum and Luna
for the idea, and to Nettleglum for today's special descriptions in the
Market and Town Square!
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Ponyville Square
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At the heart of Ponyville stands a proud and massive pavillion known as Town Hall, and around it the town square, a well-kept ring decorated with tall banners and the occasional picturesque bush. A fountain, municipal tents in an amiable ring, and a meandering stream make a pleasant backdrop for the center of town. Yet there's something a little different about the town on this day-- perhaps it's the low, looming clouds that seem to have escaped pegasus control, or the sudden sightings of lurking black cats all over Ponyville, or that hint of clammy disaster in the air. It's /Friday the Thirteenth/. The winds are prone to sudden, hat-and-scarf-snatching gusts, and there's far too many open ladders and gaping draincovers around town as the local Roof and Sewer inspectors go carelessly about their business. Pies on windowsills, and somepony has been eating many, many bananas from the looks of the peels scattered about the streets. Watch yourselves, folks!
The time is: 12:10am
Firefly spirals in as she examines some of the escaped clouds. Seems the local weather teams were getting sloppy sloppy sloppy. Banking under one such cloud she careens back towards the market, hesitating before landing at the scent of,,,hmmm...pie.
Firefly
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Before you is a pegasus who is not from Cloudsdale or Ponyville. This pony is from a long ways off, having decided to remain in Ponyville after visiting for a while. Firefly has a taste for fun, so long as fun is fast or dangerous...or funny. Her fur is a solid pink, a few shades darker than carnation with an azure mane and tail. Her wings are mostly pink with some azure feathers along the trailing edges and rim, like an outline. Upon her flank is her cutie mark, two parallel lightning bolts in a sparkling ocean blue, a symbol of her love for speed.
She is currently wearing her fancy anklets, around her ankles thin metallic blue bands glitter softly. From her left ear flits a single blue feather with a small yellow bar on one half of it. The feather is a deep purple to match her violet eyes, the small silver ring holding it to her ear helps set it off.
Her necklace...this is unusual. A thin gold chain with a little ebon pendant dangling from it, upon which a set of azure lightning bolts that match her cutie mark glitter...a single small bolt set on either side of a slightly larger white crescent moon, the entire thing trimmed in a thin golden border. Yes, she is a filly of the Night, bearing the symbol of her Princess Luna proudly.
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Currently training for this. www.furaffinity.net/view/6821671/ >
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Carrying:
Saddlebags
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All in cadaverous black, with coat buttoned up her chin, Nettleglum slouches... er... cheerily along the streets, a ragged, skeletal umbrella over one shoulder, shaking in the stiff winter breeze. It threatens to turn inside out, yet somehow never quite does. She looks quite happy in her stiff, waxwork way, watching the lovely black cats and the peaceful churning dark clouds. What a perfect Friday the Thirteenth!
Nettleglum
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Nettleglum is about a head taller than the average filly, lean and somewhat grave, with a carriage of innocent foreboding. Her hide is a shade of purple so dark that light itself cannot escape the surface, except when it feels like it, with a long and lank mane of the same mixed shades of sable, ebon, and jet that make for cheerful decor, tightly pulled back and parted down the center of her forehead, a ropelike braid dangling on either side just behind her rather pointed ears. Her tail shows much the same sense of style, though the braid is thicker and longer, lacking only the hangmare's noose on the end to complete the image. Add a doleful and straight-faced expression sure to liven any occasion, and violet eyes, slightly pointed up at the corners, and a cutie mark on her flank showing a tangled knot of sharp-thorned brambles in dark greens and blues. She's wearing a stiffly starched white Victorian collar above a silvery vest the color of a thunderstorm.
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Dusk, being up and about a bit earlier than his usual, figures to take a look about town while others might actually still be up, for a change. He wanders through, checking out the lively shops and smells of food and other things. The black pony crosses Nettleglum's path before noticing her as well. "Oh, Greetings.. Lady Nettleglum, if I recall. It was good to meet you at the recent picnic."
Dusk
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Your eyes fall over the fairly big and strong form of the unicorn stallion before you, Dusk's coat a deep black, but with a luminescent sheen to it, catching even the softest light, highliting the various shapes and contours of his body.
Depending on the lighting, at first you might almost mistake his mane and tail to be black as well, but you quickly notice they are a deep shade of violet. Both are fairly basic in style, free flowing, and full. The loose "bangs" of his mane somewhat obscure his face, but you can easily make out the reflective, much brighter violet eyes beneeth, as well as the protruding black spiral horn.
Glancing further back, upon his flank is a horizontal line, above it is the last remnants of a setting sun, with several specks of stars above that.
( Intro and pic: goo.gl/QDJYM )
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BlueFeather:slinks in, as quietly and inconsicuasly as she can, keeping to the shadows, and out of sight, trying not to look like shes keeping out of sight. That might not be near as easy as she would hope, considering shes limping quite a bit, forleg still in a cast, held up, and her three leged gait a little rough and noisyer than she likes.
BlueFeather
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A pegasis, fured and feathered in a soft sky blue. There really is not a much that could be considered as remarkable about her looks, rather she is but shades of blue. Her mane and tail are a deeper darker blue, with a few thin streaks of allmost white, and a few thin streaks of allmost black. It might also be noticed that she is rather young to be out and about on her own, wings not quite grown enough to alow her to really fly. Currently, she is well wraped in banages, covering many scrapes and cuts over most of her body. Her wings are firmly wraped and bound down to her flanks to hopefully prevent her from injruying her wings again. Her right foreleg is in a large heavy looking cast. Her chest is well wraped with tight bandages as well, perhaps to help with a cracked rib or something.
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Nettleglum's head almost creaks when it turns. "Oh-- yes, you are Fluttershy's friend, Dusk... a charming time of the day, do please call me Nettie. Isn't it just delightful out today?" There's a muted /thud/ from somewhere down the lane as an incautious pony falls into an open draincover. He seems all right, though perhaps a bath would be in order... A cat, black as sin, hissing like a teakettle, crosses Nettie's path. She almost seems to smile.
Firefly alights carefully by a booth, flicking her wings as she looks around. This was poitively awesome. She looks from cats to pies to....things....on the ground.
Dusk gives a smile and nods to the glum pony. "Why thank you. I do enjoy it as wel. And yes, seems we are having some.. interesting weather as well," he says, noting the goings on about the stray clouds and zipping pegasi. His attention is momentarily taken by the cries of the pony falling into the open hole, but then sees he's fine. However he then notices BlueFeather as he looks over that way. How lucky for her. He waves, "Miss Blue! Have you walked all the way from Lady Fluttershy's?" He does notice her condition. Perhaps good that she's in town. Can get her bangages checked perhaps.
BlueFeather is likely to complain, a lot, if Dusk takes her to the hospital again, but, its unlikely she would get away with more than whining if he does deside to. She winces a little as shes spotted, she was only a couple steps away from snagging a pie! Still, she thinks it can wait, and limps slowly over to where Dusk is standing
"Well, of course," agrees Nettie flatly, moving away from Dusk and towards an open ladder as most ponies might a sprig of mistletoe on Hearthwarming. "I do so hope for some bad luck today, it wouldn't be Friday the Thirteenth without some." She trots briskly under the ladder and towards a banana peel, but just before her hoof connects, another pony, exiting a shop, steps onto it, skidding across the lane and into a snowbank. Nettleglum looks... disappointed. That was her peel. ._.
Firefly turns in time to see somepony plunge into the hole in the ground. This actually makes her laugh a bit. She sniffs at teh pie scents and extends her wings, lifting up to hover across the market, watching this and that and the other. Sometimes twice.
Dusk smiles as Blue comes on over, and gives her a soft greeting nuzzle. "And how are you today, Miss Blue? You seem to be getting quite about at least." And leans in and speaks more softly, "Just do be careful not to overdo it. You know Fluttershy will worry." He grins, then more openly, "Looking a bit hungry. Did you wish a bite to eat?" He turns back to watch Nettie, and does clearly notice the interation. Hmmm.. He gets an idea. Subtly he magics in a mirror precariously balanced next to cart Nettie is walking by, though facing away, so don't see the shiny side.
BlueFeather stalks slowly over to Dusk and leans against him a little, he can probably feel her tremble a little, it is rather a long walk for a broke leged little filly to make, but shes not seen Fluttershy recently and she wants something to eat other than straw and old oats.
Nettleglum is peering up at the ladder she's under as though it were defective. It's deficient in vitamin jinx. She straightens up and trots under it again, veering close to the cart with the mirror. The pony minding the cart politely raises his hat as she passes, only to have the wind snatch it from his hoof and send him back to knock over the mirror Dusk rebalanced! *Krash!* Nettie, a few feet away, stamps one hoof. Now that's /not fair/! Why does /he/ get to have a broken mirror today!? Hmmprh!
Firefly winces as something over this way crashes into tinkling bits. Something broke, and she was not involved. This was going to be a great day.
Dusk smiles to Blue and orders her a bit to eat, including a slice of pie included. "Eat the dinner first!" he grins. He then hears the crash and looks back with a smile, only to turn it down, seeing it wasn't Nettie who knocked it down. Well this is quite a thing! "Well I wish you the worse of luck then, Nettie, if don't mind my saying." He does find it a rather curious thing to say.
BlueFeather blinks and cocks her head, thinks back a momant, wait, did Dusk offer her food? She blinks again when food is offered to er, and rather tentativly partakes, rather too quickly perhaps eating everything, even licking the plate clean, before she dives into the pie, its little plate soon just as polished as the bigger plate. She hickups a little, then plops down to lay down right where she is, not seeming to care that she might be in the way, or endangered by blocking a potential walkway or something
The wind gusts sharply. The airborne hat veers into a flowerpot, bounces and rolls over a windowsill into a few pies, and splats into the fountain. Sput. Splat, splut. Crunch. Splooch. Nettleglum runs briskly-- quicker then she usually moves-- to get under the falling debris, but when all is said and done, there's a bizarre pony-shaped patch of clean street under her, surrounded by broken flowerpots, pie crust, filling, and potting soil. o.o Not a trace of it on her anywhere.
Firefly hovers higher, looping around to catch one flung pie, since it was about to be destroyed anyways, why not swipe it and land on a low cloud. Dinner and a show. This was one Ponyville festival she rather liked.
Dusk chuckles softly, but smiles even more warmly as the hungry little Blue eats so happily. "Very nice." He stands there besides her, letting he relax as well. He watches Nettie, and even tries to give a falling piece of food a little magic push in her direction.. But that overshoots and splatters into the wall behind her.
BlueFeather just lays there and relaxes, letting her meal settle, and looking around. She cocks her head a little, and can't help but augh at Nettie, but other than that, she really does nothing more than watch.
Nettleglum trudges back towards Dusk and Bluefeather, tail and ears down. She seems to stumble slightly along a patch of turf that winter missed, a bit of the weeds clinging to one hoof. "How dreadful... not one bit of bad luck... hmmmph..." Lowering her gaze to regard the little splot of green, her eyes dilate. She. No. She found a /four leaf clover/. Gasp! Can today get any worse for the poor dark pony?
Firefly remains on her cloud, just enjoying this. It seems an unusual thing here in POnyville, but hey, PInkie lived here.
A pegasus of blue and white comes out of the clouds a little fast. She seems to be making a good landing all the same until upon hitting the ground, she finds her hooves meet with a sheet of ice she certainly didn't see there before. "Oh not again!" She wails as she slides along the street trying to stop with no luck.
Icy_Breeze
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Icy Wind is not the a pony with the warmest, or brightest, look.
This pegasus has a powder blue coat and wings, and a ghost white mane and tail.
Her eyes are a minty green, following the theme perhaps.
She is of an average size and figure, though kept somewhat trim no doubt from time spent in the air.
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Dusk shakes his head at the poor Nettleglum.. Or should he say unfortunately fortunate Nettie? Well seems nothing that can be done about it! He watches, giving a little chuckle to himself, not realizing more than one of the pies from the sill has gone way up into the air, only one being caught by Firefly. He has no clue as Nettie comes up to him and Blue and he's about to say something to her, mouth partly open, when.. *Ker-Sploot!* His head is covered in pie! He blinks and licks.. Cherry?
BlueFeather blinks and cocks her head, not noticing the pies, rather taking a bit of a look at the stranger earth pony, her tail giving a little flick. Shes not really noticed eather of the pegasi yet, having been distracted with food and other things, probably a good thing all things considered.
Nettleglum blinks at Dusk. Well, he's a nice pony; she won't be jealous. She won't be jealous. Pulling up the corners of her mouth in a rictus, she dabs at the dripping filling with a hoof-- that's a lovely color, too. She bets it stains, le sigh. "Well, that's... I'm glad somepony is enjoying today, at least." That's when Icy_Breeze shoots past her at mach bazillion. Icy patch on the street! Why didn't Nettie think of that!? Nursing happy thoughts of a spill in the mud, she begins to scan the street for a nice slick patch! There, that one looks good! Optimistic, she murmurs a "Wait a moment," at Dusk and starts galloping for it. Sure! Running quickly on a slick street in the winter! What could possibly go right?
Firefly remains on her cloud, nodding off.
Firefly blasts off in a streak of light nad a low rumble of thunder towards the Everfree forest.
There's a loud crashing noise from somewhere down the street followed by the sound of something falling; sounds like -something- stopped that pegasus.
Dusk just stands there just looking through ozzing pie, just his eyes showing through it. He nods to Nettie, giving it another lick. At least it's fresh and tasty.. And.. ooo.. a tad bit hot! Ow! He can help relfexivingly shaking it off as it starts to burn, sending pie flying all directions around him, getting many ponies walking nearby, but missing Nettie as she just quickly walks off moments before.
BlueFeather is probably lucky enough to be close enough that it mostly misses her as well, though shes not really paying a whole lot of attention, nore does she seem to mind if she does get splattered with any. Shes not exactly very keen on grooming herself as it is, whats a little pie mixxed in with the dirt and the straw and other stuff
Nettleglum's plan for bad luck seems to be going swimmingly at first, as her hooves suddenly skid on the ice as planned, her whole body spinning like a cart with stuck brakes. For a moment she looks blandly smug as her path takes her down the street towards the muddy snowbanks. This time, for sure! Meanwhile, she can't see the two burly stallions delivering a new fainting couch to Rarity's store. A black cat darts past one and he drops his end of the sofa, which slips wildly on the ice in a spin... and as neatly choreographed as any ballet, the sofa scoops Nettie safely off her hooves, sliding her smoothly and cleanly along the street until the sofa pulls to a gentle halt just in front of Dusk, the dark mare as safe as in her own bed of nails at home. "I... that... ooooooh."
Pinkie_Pie tumbles into the Square. "Whoa! Whooooa!" she squeaks, tail and ears and legs twitching erratically!
Pinkie_Pie
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Okayokayokay. What do I look like? I'm a pony! A pony the color of cotton candy! I mean, cotton candy can be all sorts of colors, but you know that special type of pink that pink cotton candy is? That's what color I am! And it's not even because of all the cotton candy I eat! I was that color already. My hair is pink, but it's a totally different pink. It's bubblegum pink! And it's all springy and coiled up and bouncy like chewed up bubblegum and it curls all over the place, and I love it! My eyes are blue, and I can't think of any candy that's specially blue, but maybe something will come to me. Now, since I look like candy, and I smell like candy (It's this totally awesome new perfume called Frostinge!The e on the end means it's French! That's a town in Fancy!) you might think a sweet little filly like me has a candy cutie mark! No, sir! My cutie mark is balloons, because candy maybe dandy, but helium makes me squealium! No fun time is as fun a time without balloons, and I've got balloons on my butt, so I know it's true! Did I miss anything? Colts tell me I've got got really fillylylyly eyelashes, and a little bitty nose!
Maybe haiku will express my essence best!
Floofy face fuzz
Pretty pink party pony
Bouncing balloon butt
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Icy_Breeze has a coating of soot when she reappears, limping a little as she comes back up the street. She's also sneezing every few steps. "Not my finest landing..." She mutters out loud, but she seems not to be seriously hurt.
Dusk blinks through muchly cleared face now, though some bits of cherry still stuck in his mane, and indeed some red coloring stuck in his fur, though harder to tell against the black. He glances down, seeing Nettie all laid out looking actually very comfortable and safe laying on the couch. Back just in time to have missed all the flying pie as well. Where'd that come from? "Oh! Um.. Looking comfortable there.. Nettie." HAnd indeed just a splot of cherry has landed right on Blue's nose. She can smell the cherry. He also glances over, seeing the sooty Icy trodding back over from her accident. Well at least she looks okay too.
BlueFeather rubs her unbroken foreleg over her nose, wich just smears the pie bits into her fur, not seeming to care or notice too much. Her tail flicks and she cocks her head a little, then chuckles softly, "Bad luck filly." She chirps softly, her tail giving a little bit of a flick.
Nettleglum looks... well, like most other ponies today. Stunned by her dreadfully wonderful luck. It seems like nobody is having a good Friday the Thirteenth, even her. "I cannot believe this. Is there /nothing/ that won't go right for me today? It's terrible!" A fresh, steaming hot muffin lands neatly in her lap as a tray is upended down the street, the others blopping on heads, skittering under hooves, and generally getting in everypony's way. For Nettie, there's not even a crumb on her.
Pinkie_Pie looks as if she's doing a bizarre gypsy dance as much as anything as she cartwheels down the street dizzily. "Ack! Twitcha twitch! Flying pies!" she squeaks, one narrowly missing her as she tumbles by. "Left ear and twinge in right hoof, wayward muffins!" she chirps, het frantically moving feet landing everywhere the muffins aren't. "Three quarters of a limbo! Holey sheet!" she squeals, sliding on her hooves across the sheet of ice, neatly avoiding the jagged hole in the middle of it.
Dusk gives Blue a little ruffle of her head as she rests besides him. He watches Nettie there too, lamenting her good luck. "I.. could push you down a ponyhole?" he tries to helpfully offer. Not that that would likely go right.. er wrong.. either. But his attention is taken by the wild looking pink twitching pony.. "Err.. Are you alright, Miss?" He recognises her as the pony at the local confection shop he stopped in for a birthday treat for himself the other day. She was certainly energetic, but he hadn't seen anything quite like this.
BlueFeather just cocks her head, flinching at first as the pink pony moves closer, then relaxing when she sees its an earth pony. She gives a little shake of her head, to help settle her mane and keep it out of her eyes, not because shes trying to keep it in anything like order. Her attention returns to the momant on Nettie, whos having a rather bad string of good luck evadently, and she says softly, "Ground pony have luck so bad it is good."
"Thank you, Dusk, that's a very kind offer... but it wouldn't be the same." Standing, Nettie glumly offers the nice warm muffin over to Bluefeather as she decides to cut her... gains... and head for home. If she's not careful she'll find a buried treasure or a winning lottery ticket in a snowbank. Bah. "This is the worst Friday the Thirteenth I can ever recall..." Pinkie skids past, the pink hooves sending a sheet of slushy melt-water spraying the couch Nettie was on just seconds before! Euugh! >.< Displaying more emotion than anyone's seen from her to date, the dark purple mare actually frowns, yes, she does! Her mouth quirks down almost a whole quarter of an inch. Clearly she's close to tears. "If anyone needs me I'll be standing in the middle of Runaway Cart Hill." Hey, a pony can dream, can't she?
Pinkie_Pie quivers, and her body jerks, flipping a hoof out to one side, drawing it back, flipping out the other hoof. She half-turns, reaches up, and the hoof that's not pointing pushes her hair forward over her face like a hat. Only then does she blink and seem to realize what she's done. "Ooooh, no. ZOMBIES."
Dusk chuckles and smiles to Blue. "I think you may have someting there!" But of course Nettie has already left before she can figure out that her good luck is bad. More poor timing for her. He blinks, and looks quizically at the pink pony.. "Zombies? My dear miss, my mistake as well, but Miss Nettie is no.." At which there is yet another loud crash, louder most of the others. And suddenly streaming from one of the buildings there are... Zombie ponies streaming out, moaning and creeping forward!" (A flying moving company has dropped a supply of medical sedation tanks into the local threater having a Fri 13th Zombie marathon.)
BlueFeather cocks her head a little and looks up at Dusk, "I got a what?" She asks softly, her tail giving another little flick. She eather does not mind, or does not notice the sticky red smer on the top of her muzzle, nore does she give a lot of attention to the 'zombie' ponys. She does not know what a zombie is to begine with
Pinkie_Pie moonwalks in front of the shambling ponies, and starts dancing to distract them. They all start copying her moves as she jitters and pops. "Eeee-heee! Shapony!" she squeals.
Dusk keeps a concerned eye on the zombies, but then sees as they.. break into dance? Well doesn't even seem to be the oddest of things, so far. He smiles to Blue, "That her good luck is really her bad luck. But alas it seems she ran off before could figure that out too." He magicly takes a cloth, and cleans off Blue's muzzle, striking against the fact he still has even more bits of pie left on himself than her.
The time is: 3:36am