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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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