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#Post#: 1917--------------------------------------------------
Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: February 19, 2017, 2:20 pm
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With the unpleasantness concerning his living arrangements dealt
with, PLO exits the city hall and walks down the street. It
having been a semi-official visit, he isn't in his full regalia,
but he is wearing his black mantle with the sapphire clasp. His
jet black mane and tail occasionally crackle yellow to match his
eyes, and everything about his bearing is regal, from his
posture to his walk. The sky is a clear blue, without a cloud
in the sky...except for a solitary small black one that seems to
migrate around above him. A pair of pegasi from the weather
patrol are watching it curiously and wondering if they should be
doing anything about it.
He has no other engagements, so he's free to do as he pleases,
at his leisure. Well, his leisure is now, strutting around like
he owns the place was only fun for the first few days he was
here. What else could he be doing around here? He approaches
the nearest pony he sees, head held high, eyes focused. "Pardon
me, but what would be a predominant form of recreation in the
fair town of Ponyville?" he asks, his voice strong and
commanding.
#Post#: 1965--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Hex Date: March 4, 2017, 12:25 pm
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Hex doesn't know where to look. He always heard you're supposed
to look a pony in the eye as you spoke, but he was honestly too
intimidated to do that. He understood that you could sort of
cheat by looking at a point behind their left ear, but that was
honestly pretty distracting what with the yellow crackling (was
that lightning in his mane? what even...), it might be rude to
just stare at that fancy brooch (is he a royal of some sort?
should I be bowing?)... There's just too much to draw the eyes.
After a moment he regains his faculties enough to realize he
should shut his mouth and stop gawking (must have been at least
five minutes, sheesh) and remember that he was asked a question.
"Oh, uh... I think the bowling alley is pretty popular?"
Unable to decide, his eyes just dart around almost spasmodically
as he shifts his back left leg in discomfort.
#Post#: 1968--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: March 4, 2017, 7:12 pm
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PLO regards the stallion before him impatiently for the eons it
seems to take for him to respond. Is he just being rude, or is
that what ponies do in this town for fun? Well, he could stare
at least as long as the other could return it, and he will not
leave until he receives an answer or wins this contest of
patience and wills!!
"A bowl-ing alley? What manner of locale is this...alley of
bowl-ing?" He turns around and starts pacing, breaking eye
contact to muse to himself, head down. "By the name, it sounds
like...a dinnerware manufactory? But that makes not sense. One
can think of any number of places better suited to the
production of bowls than a crowded alley. And why would that be
a recreational past time?
"Ah!" He turns back to the green earth pony, his mane flashing
a bright yellow to match his mood at supposedly figuring it out.
"Or perhaps you mean not a bowl-ing alley, but instead a
bow-ling alley? Vhere small ribbon-like homunculi dance for the
amusement of the onlookers? Yes, that does sound delightful.
Vhere might one find vone of these...alleys?" he asks, his
accent slipping through.
#Post#: 2006--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Hex Date: March 11, 2017, 8:02 am
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Hex watches the unicorn pacing back and forth, his discomfort
lessened now that he isn't looking back at him, and forgotten
almost entirely when he hears the nonsense he's spewing. At
first he thinks that the other pony is joking. But when the V's
for W's come in, he just has to wonder what backwoods this pony
came from.
"Um", he says, trying to decide how to say it. "Bowling... it
isn't... it's not... with a ball, and..." He gives up. "Uh, I'll
just show you, I guess? It's this way." He begins walking,
somewhat tentatively as he makes sure the black stallion is
following.
#Post#: 2014--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: March 13, 2017, 1:08 pm
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PLO rolls his eyes at the Earth Pony's nonsense mumbling. "Vel-
Well of course it's not with a ball, of course. Why would name
be bowling if it v- was with a ball?" he agrees with the other's
seeming syntax, saying it's not with a ball, regrasping control
over his speech. He stands taller and walks after Hex, once more
with a commanding and regal bearing. "Yes, good stallion. Bring
me to this alley of recreation."
#Post#: 2142--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Hex Date: March 25, 2017, 8:21 pm
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Fortuitously, Ponyville Lanes was only a few minutes away, so
Hex was spared the potential awkwardness of trying to make
conversation; he guessed from experience that would only end
badly. He does sneak a few glances at his guidee on the way,
curious of his outlandish garb. He's also sure that exotic
coloration marks him as not native to this area.
Hex doesn't hold the door open for the other pony as he enters,
but he does ensure to open it wide enough that he doesn't need
to hurry to follow. Provided he isn't gawking at the giant
stylized pins decorating the front of the entrance.
It's not a particularly busy day at the parlor; only about half
of the 20 lanes are taken up, mostly by regulars, some in
uniform representing their bowling team, but a few just out for
an afternoon of relaxing fun. He approaches the counter and
hoofs the bits for a twofer, lane 20 on the end. He then leads
the way to said lane, watching Mr. Bumpkin there to make sure he
isn't overwhelmed by all this.
#Post#: 2145--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: March 25, 2017, 8:49 pm
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PLO follows the strange green pony, trying to imagine the
wondrous things he might see in this alley. Surely if it was
popular in this village, it would certainly be worth...what's
this? When the pony he's following goes into a building, he's a
bit perplexed. He said he was taking him to an alley. This is
not an alley, it is the opposite of an alley! What sort of
building...He backs up to view the building from the front. What
an odd-looking building. Why was there grass growing on the
roof? And these decorations flanking the entrance, they make no
sense. They look like they might be structural support, but
poorly placed if they are, and even shaped wrong. No matter.
He pushes the door open grandly, surveying the scene inside.
What a strange place. Lines of floor ending in holes in the
wall, with ridges surrounding the lines. And at the ends of
those lines, by the holes, some of them anyway, there are more
of those decorative supports that aren't supporting anything. He
hurries without looking like he's hurrying after the green pony,
a look of confusion on his face. He speaks to him, not exactly
being quiet, and drawing eyes. "This is not an alley, it is a
building," he starts. "You claimed to be bringing me to an
alley! What would you hope to gain by such deception? And what
is the significance of those alabaster columns? They are shaped
entirely wrong to be used architecturally, and they support
nothing! Are they symbolic of something?" The yellow flashes in
his mane and tail grow in intensity and frequency.
#Post#: 2177--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Lamplight Date: March 26, 2017, 7:15 pm
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Lamplight stares mournfully at the scoreboard. She'd been
invited by a couple of Guiding Light's regulars on their weekly
bowling trip, and she had so far performed very poorly. It
wasn't her fault she'd only bowled a few times before, while
they all had years of practice. At least Soybean had declined
the invite, last time they'd done this he'd shown up not only
herself, but everypony else in the group by playing a perfect
game. She sighs theatrically, but isn't really that upset. Sure,
she had ended up dead last every game so far, but it has still
been a fun trip. She's probably going to sit this next one out
though. She says as much, and earns some grumbles and assorted
good-natured teasing. Soon, another game is in full swing, and
she's just starting to get into watching when the doors to the
bowling alley are thrown open dramatically. Being fairly close
to the door, it's not hard for her to hear the black unicorn who
had just come through loudly questioning a green stallion,
apparently about the local architecture. Normally such an event
would rate as a little weird, but fairly innocuous. Normally the
pony speaking doesn't have a mane sparking with barely contained
electricity. Lamplight is immediately overcome with curiosity,
and heads off after the strange pair to the far end of the
bowling alley. "Hi there," She greets with a grin, "I think I'd
have heard of a pony with a head full of electricity by now, you
new in town?"
#Post#: 2245--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Hex Date: April 3, 2017, 10:44 pm
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Hex isn't going to lie to himself, this pony seems... kinda
scary. His first instinct is to find a low area away from any
trees and assume the fetal position. It doesn't help that he's
avoided confrontation for most of his life.
He tries valiantly (and fails, for the most part) to avoid
shrinking from the stallion throughout his tirade. Once he's
finished, he stutters a few times until a unicorn mare who looks
vaguely familiar comes up to speak to the black one. Hex gladly
takes a step back to signal that the new pony is definitely in
charge of talking to the foreigner now. In a minute he'll
remember that he's not the bumpkin here, and maybe do something
to remind him.
#Post#: 2248--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: April 4, 2017, 11:51 am
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PLO waits impatiently for for the forest-hued pony to make an
explanation. When it becomes clear that he will not, and he
apparently cedes his control of the conversation over to the
newcomer, he rolls his eyes, but smiles for the introduction to
the other. "Yes, I am fairly new, naught but a couple weeks
spent in your ville. You may address me as PLO." He pulls an
elaborate bow, making great use of his cloak, with a forward
spin that places him right in front of the mare, ending with him
taking one of her hooves in his and giving it a light kiss.
"'Tis a pleasure to meet you, fair mare of the autumn hair."
He steps back and turns his attention back to the lines with the
white oblongs at the ends, pacing. "This dapper stallion," he
says, motioning to the apparently-slow green pony, "has brought
me here under the pretense that it is a popular form of
recreation, but his faculties seem to have taken leave of him in
your presence. Would you be one who could shed light on the
purpose of those oblong white..." He stops, his attention pulled
to another pony at the beginning of one of the other lines, who
rolls a ball down the lane, knocking down a number of the pins
at the end.
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