Post by Sky Blue on Jun 14, 2015 15:07:54 GMT -5
Marble is pacing about in the kitchen, waiting very anxiously for something. It must be very important as every now and then the stallion seems to stop and look the other way, as if considering taking another option. The proceeds for another few moments until- DING! The oven timer goes off and Marble gasps in glee and rushes over to pull his bran muffins out. Success!
"Those smell real nawce!" comes a disturbingly familiar voice from underneath the kitchen sink. "Can ah have one?"
Marble flails, accidentally launching his precious muffins in the air, screaming once, twice, and three times and running out of the room. He's still not adjusted to life with Sky Blue, it seems.
Ding-dong goes the doorbell to Memory-Scratch household. Right at that moment, in addition to just in general, accompanied by a knock-knock-knock upon the door.
Marble blinks, then casually walks over to the door as if nothing happened. Maybe being terrified by Sky Blue is part of his routine now. He answers the door. "Hello?"
Standing in the doorway is a dangerously adorable little unicorn pony, with a pink coat, a short purple mane, bright blue eyes, oversized glasses, and a notepad levitating in the air in front of her. "Are you Marble Memory?" she asks brightly, smiling sweetly up at the pegasus pony.
"Yes?" Marble says, looking at the diminutive unicorn. "Can I help you?" Maybe it's Nimbus Scout cookies! Marble always enjoys sending those fillies away with a big order of bran crackers, extra dry.
"I needed to do a report on a local pony for a paper as a school project and mom said I should go interview Marble Memory, because he used to be chancellor and 'got that insane whackjob filly out of prison'. Would it be okay if I interviewed you?" Her eyes are shimmering with that adorable brightness than only young ponies can manage.
An interesting way to put what he did, but hey! How can he say no to those adorable eyes? "Oh sure, come on in and take a seat. Would you like some bran crackers?" Marble asks. Extra dry.
"Oh, no thanks," the young filly announces cheerfully as she does indeed come on in and take a seat. "I don't want to spoil my appetite." As soon as she is seated, she floats up a quill and peers at her clipboard, then smiles eagerly up at Marble. "First question! Why did you lose your job as chancellor to a tiny young griffon that hasn't finished school yet?"
Marble reaches out to his plate of bran crackers, extra dry. Then that question is asked, causing marble to freeze just shy of picking up one of the crackers. He sits back, not taking one of the crackers. "I didn't. I resigned a considerable time before the last election."
"What caused you to resign? Was it unpopularity with the voters or too much stress from trying to cop with the job?" The filly never once drops her cheerful smile or happy tone.
"These are rather... pointed questions. I resigned because of ingratitude, nopony seemed to appreciate my efforts and it was affecting my home life and family," Marble says, eying this filly suspiciously.
Scribble scribble. "What prompted you to campaign for the release of a Miss Sky Blue, a highly dangerous filly responsible for the critical injury of hundreds of ponies and property damage totalling over a million bits, rather than campaign for her transfer to a more appropriate mental health facility?"
"Because she was illegally detained... not to mention the fact that Ms. Blue was and is not mentally unstable," Marble says. Oh he's aware of how strange that is, but she's clumsy, not crazy. Marble is suspicious of this filly.
"What do you say to shocking claims that, when the case appeared to be going against you, you went to Princess Celestia, a personal acquaintance of yourself, and persuaded her to override the trial in a show of blatant nepotism?" The filly leans forward a tad.
"Who says the case went against me? I was able to get visitors allowed to the poor filly. As for Celestia, I presented my case to her, she saw the facts and she made a decision," Marble says defensively.
Scribble scribble. "What are your future career plans? Previously, as an acting Equestrian diplomat, you travelled all over the world to meet various dignitaries, accompanied by Miss Sky Blue. One incident in particular involved her accidentally, repeatedly headbutting the Ambassador of Germaney into a coma. Will you continue or stop to tour the globe and let your entourage assault foreign dignitaries?"
"This is for a school project?" Marble asks finally. He's really suspicious now. Then again he wouldn't be surprised if Cheerilee put this foal up to it.
"Mhm!" she replies cheerfully, gazing adorably over at Marble. "I'm going to be getting some really good grades for this. You're being really helpful, Mister Memory. So, will you continue to or stop assaulting foreign dignitaries?"
"It's not an assault if it's accidental!" Marble says, this time he does reach for a bran cracker, extra dry. This is not going well.
"So you ARE going to continue accidentally landing very important ponies in comas?" she asks, her face still the picture of innocence, but tone highly probing.
"No, of course not!" Marble takes a bite of the bran cracker, extra dry, with a crisp crunch. To most any pony they'd probably taste like tree bark.
Scribble scribble. "And how do you respond to the statistics that show that Ponyville's bran imports increased by 13% while you were chancellor, at the expense of a 24% increase in crime and a 15% increase in hospitalisations?"
"Coincidences." Marble says, grabbing another of the bran crackers. It *is* a coincidence, right? It's not like bran is a high-crime product. "I was also elected Chancellor coincidentally around the time Princess Twilight came to live here, does that imply she causes crime, too?"
"No, but she doesn't organise the guard budget or make little foals try to learn advanced chemistry," the young filly replies innocently. "What is your favourite type of hay? Alfalfa or oat?"
"... Is your teacher Cheerilee?" Marble asks accusingly. He still maintains he wasn't in the wrong there. If she's a teacher, she can teach advanced chemistry!
"Cheerilee's the only teacher in Ponyville," the filly replies adorably. "Who else would my teacher be? Now, this one is really important: alfalfa or oats?"
"Alfalfa," Marble says, not sure why it's important, but now it's all clear. Cheerilee is looking to jam Marble up!
"Now, for the juicy gossip." The filly flips over her notepad and starts scribbling on a new pad. "You are married to the highly popular DJ-PON3. What possessed a rich, highly-popular pop star to marry a neurotic failed professor?" She blinks her eyes adorably.
"I'm not a failed professor, I'm Dean of the highly prostigious University of Canterlot School of Bureaucratic sciences. And my wife married me because we love each other," Marble says, eyetwitching.
Scribble scribble. "How do you think your wife would react to the recent publication of photos depicting your young foal... Thunderfire, I think it is, gambling and drinking intoxicants in a Las Haygas casino? Do you consider yourself a bad father?"
Marble had actually not heard of this. He stares at the foal long and hard. Hard and long. It is in a long and hard way that Marble regards this foal, hardly and longly. "Excuse me?"
"It was all in Gabby Gums column in the Canterlot Gazette," the foal replies, before reaching into her saddlebag, fishing out a newspaper, then levitating it over to Marble. The headline reads IRRESPONSIBLE FOALSITTER OR JUST A TERRIBLE PONY? and is accompanied by a photograph of a drunk Sky Blue and Thunderfire gambling at a roulette table, surrounded by stacks of chips and half-eaten hayburgers.
Octavia starts making her way toward the two of them to see what's on this newspaper that's being held up.
This prompts Marble to inhale the bran cracker, extra dry, that he just popped in his mouth, and starts coughing and gagging.
This prompts the filly to start scribbling down on her notepad once more, before putting away the notepad and levitating up a flashbulb camera. She takes a photograph of the choking Marble, before tucking it back into her bag and starting to head briskly towards the door. "Well, it's been good to tlak to you, Mister Memory! I'm sure I'll get some good credit from all this work."
Octavia reads the headline. "My goodness!" She says, holding her chest. "Should ... I come back later?"
Marble flails and falls off the couch, still choking on his bran cracker, extra dry.
Early the next day, while Marble Memory is still in bed and recovering from his bran chokage, Sky Blue promptly pronks in quite literally through the door, drops down the daily newspaper onto the neurotic's lap, and then pronks out again, cheerfully humming to herself.
Marble whimpers as he is be-newspapered, after a moment he picks it up and reads. He's had better days.
The headline reads 'Excusive Interview with Failed Bureaucrat Marble Memory'. The photograph is that of a choking Marble Memory. The author is listed as Gabby Gums.
Marble drops the paper and stares across the bedroom at his wall. "Failed Bureaucrat?" Him? Dr. Marble Memory? Failed? Bureaucrat? Him? Marble whimpers and sinks down below the covers.
"Those smell real nawce!" comes a disturbingly familiar voice from underneath the kitchen sink. "Can ah have one?"
Marble flails, accidentally launching his precious muffins in the air, screaming once, twice, and three times and running out of the room. He's still not adjusted to life with Sky Blue, it seems.
Ding-dong goes the doorbell to Memory-Scratch household. Right at that moment, in addition to just in general, accompanied by a knock-knock-knock upon the door.
Marble blinks, then casually walks over to the door as if nothing happened. Maybe being terrified by Sky Blue is part of his routine now. He answers the door. "Hello?"
Standing in the doorway is a dangerously adorable little unicorn pony, with a pink coat, a short purple mane, bright blue eyes, oversized glasses, and a notepad levitating in the air in front of her. "Are you Marble Memory?" she asks brightly, smiling sweetly up at the pegasus pony.
"Yes?" Marble says, looking at the diminutive unicorn. "Can I help you?" Maybe it's Nimbus Scout cookies! Marble always enjoys sending those fillies away with a big order of bran crackers, extra dry.
"I needed to do a report on a local pony for a paper as a school project and mom said I should go interview Marble Memory, because he used to be chancellor and 'got that insane whackjob filly out of prison'. Would it be okay if I interviewed you?" Her eyes are shimmering with that adorable brightness than only young ponies can manage.
An interesting way to put what he did, but hey! How can he say no to those adorable eyes? "Oh sure, come on in and take a seat. Would you like some bran crackers?" Marble asks. Extra dry.
"Oh, no thanks," the young filly announces cheerfully as she does indeed come on in and take a seat. "I don't want to spoil my appetite." As soon as she is seated, she floats up a quill and peers at her clipboard, then smiles eagerly up at Marble. "First question! Why did you lose your job as chancellor to a tiny young griffon that hasn't finished school yet?"
Marble reaches out to his plate of bran crackers, extra dry. Then that question is asked, causing marble to freeze just shy of picking up one of the crackers. He sits back, not taking one of the crackers. "I didn't. I resigned a considerable time before the last election."
"What caused you to resign? Was it unpopularity with the voters or too much stress from trying to cop with the job?" The filly never once drops her cheerful smile or happy tone.
"These are rather... pointed questions. I resigned because of ingratitude, nopony seemed to appreciate my efforts and it was affecting my home life and family," Marble says, eying this filly suspiciously.
Scribble scribble. "What prompted you to campaign for the release of a Miss Sky Blue, a highly dangerous filly responsible for the critical injury of hundreds of ponies and property damage totalling over a million bits, rather than campaign for her transfer to a more appropriate mental health facility?"
"Because she was illegally detained... not to mention the fact that Ms. Blue was and is not mentally unstable," Marble says. Oh he's aware of how strange that is, but she's clumsy, not crazy. Marble is suspicious of this filly.
"What do you say to shocking claims that, when the case appeared to be going against you, you went to Princess Celestia, a personal acquaintance of yourself, and persuaded her to override the trial in a show of blatant nepotism?" The filly leans forward a tad.
"Who says the case went against me? I was able to get visitors allowed to the poor filly. As for Celestia, I presented my case to her, she saw the facts and she made a decision," Marble says defensively.
Scribble scribble. "What are your future career plans? Previously, as an acting Equestrian diplomat, you travelled all over the world to meet various dignitaries, accompanied by Miss Sky Blue. One incident in particular involved her accidentally, repeatedly headbutting the Ambassador of Germaney into a coma. Will you continue or stop to tour the globe and let your entourage assault foreign dignitaries?"
"This is for a school project?" Marble asks finally. He's really suspicious now. Then again he wouldn't be surprised if Cheerilee put this foal up to it.
"Mhm!" she replies cheerfully, gazing adorably over at Marble. "I'm going to be getting some really good grades for this. You're being really helpful, Mister Memory. So, will you continue to or stop assaulting foreign dignitaries?"
"It's not an assault if it's accidental!" Marble says, this time he does reach for a bran cracker, extra dry. This is not going well.
"So you ARE going to continue accidentally landing very important ponies in comas?" she asks, her face still the picture of innocence, but tone highly probing.
"No, of course not!" Marble takes a bite of the bran cracker, extra dry, with a crisp crunch. To most any pony they'd probably taste like tree bark.
Scribble scribble. "And how do you respond to the statistics that show that Ponyville's bran imports increased by 13% while you were chancellor, at the expense of a 24% increase in crime and a 15% increase in hospitalisations?"
"Coincidences." Marble says, grabbing another of the bran crackers. It *is* a coincidence, right? It's not like bran is a high-crime product. "I was also elected Chancellor coincidentally around the time Princess Twilight came to live here, does that imply she causes crime, too?"
"No, but she doesn't organise the guard budget or make little foals try to learn advanced chemistry," the young filly replies innocently. "What is your favourite type of hay? Alfalfa or oat?"
"... Is your teacher Cheerilee?" Marble asks accusingly. He still maintains he wasn't in the wrong there. If she's a teacher, she can teach advanced chemistry!
"Cheerilee's the only teacher in Ponyville," the filly replies adorably. "Who else would my teacher be? Now, this one is really important: alfalfa or oats?"
"Alfalfa," Marble says, not sure why it's important, but now it's all clear. Cheerilee is looking to jam Marble up!
"Now, for the juicy gossip." The filly flips over her notepad and starts scribbling on a new pad. "You are married to the highly popular DJ-PON3. What possessed a rich, highly-popular pop star to marry a neurotic failed professor?" She blinks her eyes adorably.
"I'm not a failed professor, I'm Dean of the highly prostigious University of Canterlot School of Bureaucratic sciences. And my wife married me because we love each other," Marble says, eyetwitching.
Scribble scribble. "How do you think your wife would react to the recent publication of photos depicting your young foal... Thunderfire, I think it is, gambling and drinking intoxicants in a Las Haygas casino? Do you consider yourself a bad father?"
Marble had actually not heard of this. He stares at the foal long and hard. Hard and long. It is in a long and hard way that Marble regards this foal, hardly and longly. "Excuse me?"
"It was all in Gabby Gums column in the Canterlot Gazette," the foal replies, before reaching into her saddlebag, fishing out a newspaper, then levitating it over to Marble. The headline reads IRRESPONSIBLE FOALSITTER OR JUST A TERRIBLE PONY? and is accompanied by a photograph of a drunk Sky Blue and Thunderfire gambling at a roulette table, surrounded by stacks of chips and half-eaten hayburgers.
Octavia starts making her way toward the two of them to see what's on this newspaper that's being held up.
This prompts Marble to inhale the bran cracker, extra dry, that he just popped in his mouth, and starts coughing and gagging.
This prompts the filly to start scribbling down on her notepad once more, before putting away the notepad and levitating up a flashbulb camera. She takes a photograph of the choking Marble, before tucking it back into her bag and starting to head briskly towards the door. "Well, it's been good to tlak to you, Mister Memory! I'm sure I'll get some good credit from all this work."
Octavia reads the headline. "My goodness!" She says, holding her chest. "Should ... I come back later?"
Marble flails and falls off the couch, still choking on his bran cracker, extra dry.
Early the next day, while Marble Memory is still in bed and recovering from his bran chokage, Sky Blue promptly pronks in quite literally through the door, drops down the daily newspaper onto the neurotic's lap, and then pronks out again, cheerfully humming to herself.
Marble whimpers as he is be-newspapered, after a moment he picks it up and reads. He's had better days.
The headline reads 'Excusive Interview with Failed Bureaucrat Marble Memory'. The photograph is that of a choking Marble Memory. The author is listed as Gabby Gums.
Marble drops the paper and stares across the bedroom at his wall. "Failed Bureaucrat?" Him? Dr. Marble Memory? Failed? Bureaucrat? Him? Marble whimpers and sinks down below the covers.