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driftfleet2015-06-23 09:33 pm
preformthisneigh) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-23 09:33 pm
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🎂 001 The Saga Begins
Who: Cheese Sandwich and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Right now!
[It takes a lot to worry an Equestrian. Given the fact their country faces some sort of horrendous attack once every few months, they've become rather used to the unexpected dropping upon them from great heights. As such, when the little tan pony hops out of bed, he doesn't look worried, but he does look a tad confused.
The last thing he remembers is seeing the magical rainbow all the way across the sky (it was so intense) and now, suddenly, there is space. He pulls a rubber chicken out of seemingly nowhere, plopping it on his back, before starting to walk over to the window, his hooves clip-clopping against the metal floor as he glances around his surroundings.]
Okaaaay. This is new. Where the hay are we?
[He rests a forehoof against the window once he arrives at it, peering out into the vast nothingness. He remembers another place, that wasn't Equestria, and was prone to fits of magical strangeness. He puts two and two together to make five. When he speaks again, it's a little louder, as if addressing an invisible audience, which he thinks he is.]
Hey, everypony. Did the castle turn into space while I was away?
[He wanders away from the window, seeking out his journal. He pays the communicator no mind for now, the thing he's looking for is distinctly more book-shaped.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Right now!
[It takes a lot to worry an Equestrian. Given the fact their country faces some sort of horrendous attack once every few months, they've become rather used to the unexpected dropping upon them from great heights. As such, when the little tan pony hops out of bed, he doesn't look worried, but he does look a tad confused.
The last thing he remembers is seeing the magical rainbow all the way across the sky (it was so intense) and now, suddenly, there is space. He pulls a rubber chicken out of seemingly nowhere, plopping it on his back, before starting to walk over to the window, his hooves clip-clopping against the metal floor as he glances around his surroundings.]
Okaaaay. This is new. Where the hay are we?
[He rests a forehoof against the window once he arrives at it, peering out into the vast nothingness. He remembers another place, that wasn't Equestria, and was prone to fits of magical strangeness. He puts two and two together to make five. When he speaks again, it's a little louder, as if addressing an invisible audience, which he thinks he is.]
Hey, everypony. Did the castle turn into space while I was away?
[He wanders away from the window, seeking out his journal. He pays the communicator no mind for now, the thing he's looking for is distinctly more book-shaped.]
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[She gets a bright smile. ]
If it makes you feel any better, we haven't got any humans at all where I come from.
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[Look she's trying.]
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[You murderous bipedal savages. ]
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Oh. Well. I suppose you have the advantage on us, then.
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[Her face is just... as close to neutrally blank as she can manage, which still has a healthy dose of what the fuck.]
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Sure, but I'm always happy to answer any questions for better species understanding.
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How did you manage to put on a shirt without hands?
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...One leg at a time and over my head?
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[Aveline stops, aware of how incredibly stupid she sounds, and also aware that wanting to watch a talking pony put on a shirt is possibly the most shameful thought she's had in a long time.
What about why a horse would wear a shirt? She's seen naked horses, after all.]
You know what? Never mind. You're obviously... you have to be different from the horses at home. Which would never be able to put on a shirt. Couldn't hold on to it. Um. I'm Aveline.
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Oh, you mean the horses that just stand there and whinny and let themselves be slaves to humans who tie them up and ride them? They're creepy. I saw them in the horse prison in Paradisa.
[He means the stables. He gives a full body shudder, shaking his head to rid his mind of the images of those equines who were definitely not Equines with a capital E. That done, he gives her a bright smile. ]
Nice to meetcha, Aveline. I'm Cheese Sandwich.
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[She falters, stops, for some reason imagining Fenris and his reaction and Maker help her this conversation is bizarre. Help.]
It's good to meet you too, Cheese Sandwich.
[Maker help her.]
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[He's watched the horses in Paradisa, and they resolutely do not have a choice. He's almost glad to be away from seeing that mess. Suddenly, his tone becomes much more serious. Because this? This is BUSINESS NOW. He pulls out a datebook from nowhere.]
Excellent! Now I have a super duper important question I have to ask you.
[Dramatic...pause. ]
When is your birthday?