Keeper wrote: ↑Oct 27, 2023 3:22 pm
[Take a Pony, Leave a Pony]
Oof. Jace feels a little bad for causing drama. But it kind of feels like necessary drama.
"If you want my advice, kid: see a proper psychic. Maybe someone with experience digging around in people's heads can figure out if there's pieces of your memory floating around." Zebes chirps.
"Zebes, that's a bit extreme isn't it?" "I dunno it sounds like a problem that ain't gonna solve itself."
[Take a Pony, Leave a Pony]
There's a rattle of metal as Arthfael gives an involuntary shudder.
"Oh, nonono, absolutely not. I don't want anybody rummaging around in my head, especially not when it's all jumbled up like this."
"...Why not? Are you afraid of what they might find?" Arne poses, his tone teetering on accusation.
"More what they might do." Arthfael whimpers.
Gullara wrote: ↑Oct 23, 2023 3:47 am
[Pallid Gals and Galloping Pals]
Reilana seems uncertain what to make of Salt, though she gives no sign of a
negative impression at the very least. "
Dulcinea and I both grew up here, so this way of celebrating is all we're really familiar with. It's actually true that this holiday itself isn't native to the Nexus though. It's a sort of amalgamation of different celebrations from different worlds that have some commonality between them. Maybe your home had some influence somewhere down the line." She poses.
Arkhosia wrote: ↑Oct 27, 2023 4:34 pm
[Pallid Gals and Galloping Pals]
Dulcinea doesn't seem to mind at all, considering she shakes Salt's hoof readily.
"I understand. I've never known another version of the holiday myself, but I remember it feeling scary and new when I was figuring out some personal changes. Though if anything..." Her voice drops a little conspiratorially and she leans in.
"it is the perfect place to get used to a new name and face." The remark is capped off with a wink and a discrete attempt to wipe her hand clean while Salt is presumably distracted.
"Reilana's right though," Dulcinea continues casually.
"it's kind of remarkable when you think about it really - hundreds of different cultures have probably informed some element or other of the holiday around us. And I'm sure plenty of others have felt that uncanniness and helped shape it further in response, y'know?"
[Pallid Gals and Galloping Pals]
Salt's eyebrows (does she have eyebrows? Do those little tufts of hair over her eyes count as eyebrows?) raise a bit at Dulcinea's conspiratorial tone, leaving her looking slightly confused. Is that an in-joke? It has to be, it has all the markings of one, and yet somehow she has no idea what the joke actually is, and at this point it seems almost rude to ask. "...I suppose it is." She says finally.
"...Yeah, thinking on it, it
is pretty remarkable." She continues, rolling her head to one side in an attempt to make better eye contact with the girls. "With that many cultures pitching in, it's amazing that the holiday is uncanny rather than unrecognizable. In a way, it implies we're all sort of here for the same general reason, doesn't it?" She looks up between them, trying to gauge whether they're all still on the same page or not. She never was very good at small talk.
...Oh, right. Some of the other ponies gave her some advice for this, didn't they? What did they keep saying to default to? Friends, Family, Fun? Miss Verdoyant said something similar, as she recalls. It's probably solid advice if they're both giving it.
"...So, um... how did you two meet?" She asks, hoping that came out sounding more organic than it felt.
Earl of Purple wrote: ↑Oct 27, 2023 10:41 pm
Where's the Bloodplunders?
Earl is assuming that Aikobaz said 'cousin' and not 'sister', as Hope's mother is Aigothurz' grandfather's half-sister.
"Well, let's find out." Aigothurz strides over to the wardrobe and pulls the doors wide- revealing a black-painted interior and a cardboard skeleton. Aigothurz doesn't react much, and tilts his head to one side before pressing at the back of the cabinet.
"No person, and not a door, either. This is a dead end." He pushes the wardrobe doors shut- no reason to spoil the surprise for the next person!- and turns to go back.
"You were in a city. You were always surrounded by high walls, they were just far enough away you didn't have to look at them all the time. But I get it, I think. One way forward, one way back... That's a bit emblematic of fate, isn't it? And I doubt a hedge maze knows better than you what the future held."
[Where's The Bloodplunders?]
"I mean, that's a different thing entirely." Aikobaz continues, following after him. "City walls are there to keep you
safe. They offer protection against barbarians, assassins, even more general ne'er-do-wells who have to at least pass an inspection at the gates before they can be let into the city. There's nothing confusing or disorienting about that, and certainly nothing
stifling, since you can leave whenever you like. Gods know I've snuck out more than a few times."
She turns left at the next intersection and continues the conversation unabated. "...Besides, I didn't see very much of them growing up, anyway. If I looked out my bedroom window at night, all I'd see would be miles and miles of ocean, going all the way out to the horizon. That's got to be nearly the opposite of living next to a wall."
Who're you? ...Don't matter.
Want some rye? Course ya do!
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Damn few,
And they're aaaaall dead.
