🎂 001 The Saga Begins

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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.]

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[And it's ESPECIALLY not wise to argue with a pony who's legitmataely crazy anyway.]

We have tailors, y'know. And clothes stores. Those thumbs you homans are so fond of aren't as vital as you think.

[horrendous]

What. But-- the needles--

[???????]

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We have sewing machines, too. And anything that needs real fancy needlework can be done by unicorns. Magic and stuff.

[How could you not think of the unicorns, Hiccup? How?]

[horrendous]

I didn't understand half of what you just said.

[He groans.]

Maybe I'm the backwards one. Again. Why does this keep happening to me?

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[Cheese offers a reassuring smile.]

It's okay, most people take a while to adjust to the idea of Equestrians. You'll get there. Probably forwards, because going backwards can get all kinds of messy, especially if there are steep steps nearby.

[horrendous]

Yeah, I can say I'm not a huge fan of walking backwards. Walking forwards is hard enough.

[Haha leg joke.]

So, little guy. What's your name?

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Why? Do you have some depth perception problems?

[Oh good, he'd missed being called 'little guy'. Not. Still, he keeps smiling.]

I'm Cheese Sandwich.

[horrendous]

[Okay, maybe little guy wasn't the best term of endearment.]

My eyesight is perfect, thank you. It's more like... a workplace accident. An occupational hazard, if you will.

[Great, more weird ass names to add to the club. At least he's not alone.] My name's Hiccup. Congratulations, you'd fit right in where I'm from. Minus two legs, of course.

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OKey dokey!

[He's marginally aware he should show a bit more concern, but he hasn't accessed that level of FRIENDSHIP SKILLS yet. One day.

Hiccup's comment makes him laugh, albeit a little self-depreciatingly. He's never fitted in anywhere, it's one of the many reasons he's a drifter. If he can't belong anywhere, he'll belong everywhere,]

That'll be a first,

[horrendous]

[Hiccup knows that laugh.]

I've got a friend named Fishlegs. Believe me, weird names are a beloved Viking tradition.

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Fishlegs? Does he do anything with fish? Or does he have...actual fish legs?

[No. That would be stupid. ]

I haven't heard of Vikings before, is that the name of your tribe?

[horrendous]

Nope. Just a normal person. He's more of a poet than a fisherman.

[He shrugs.]

Vikings are... [... vague all encompassing gesture] ... people. You know, a culture. A nationality. My tribe is Hooligan.

What about you? Is there an egg salad tribe or something?

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Oh, well poetry is always cool. It's like a song without music.

[He nods, filing that information away for another time. Probably a party. Likely a party. Definitely a party. ] Hooligan. Sounds like a fun tribe.

[He chuckles, shaking his head. ]

Naw, there are only three pony tribes in Equestria. The Unicorns, the Pegasi and the Earth Ponies. I'm an Earth Pony. No wings or magic, but we're pretty strong!

[horrendous]

That's basically what poetry is. [He's not much of a poet himself. He does like to write, though.]

Huh. Interesting. The different Viking tribes don't look much different, all things considered.

Do the flying ones do a lot of exploring?

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Except with a liiitle less energy.

[He very almost says 'all you humans look the same to me anyway', but he holds it in. He's pretty sure they'd not like to hear that.] Yeah? No extra special features?

The Pegasi control the weather, so they usually do that. Making snow, rain, shifting the clouds around, stuff like that. I do a lot of exploring, though, I'm a drifter.

[horrendous]

[Nah he's... really kind of right. It's still a bit rude, though.] Nope. It's more about occupation. People on my island live with dragons. Outcasts are... outcasts, Berserker tribe was... actually pretty laid back until recently.

You have people controlling the weather? That sounds like a recipe for disaster.

[He can't help smiling a little though.]

A drifter? That doesn't sound so bad.

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[Cheese could win awards in being accidentally rude.]

We have ponies who control the weather, and it really isn't, they've been doing it since- well, since forever. They're really good at it.

It's pretty relaxing and- [be kind, rewind] sorry, did you say you lived with dragons? As in, fire-breathing, enormous, terrifying apex predators dragons?

[horrendous]

They don't just... make it rain to spite people? Wow.

[He's used to a more cutthroat society. A society where there are people like Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Or Snotlout. He charged people for water, once.]

Ah. Yes. Yes I did. [He holds up his hands.] Not all of them are enormous-- or even fire-breathing. Though that's definitely the majority. They-- they can live in harmony with humans, at least on my world. I'm living proof of that.

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Only when they're playing pranks, otherwise, they take their jobs pretty seriously.

[They need to, or everypony will DIE. He doesn't look all that convinced on the dragon front.]

We got one nice dragon in Equestria, but he was raised by ponies, so I'm not sure how much he counts? [Sorry Spike, just gonna throw you under a bus there.] Most of them attack a pony on sight. The ones I'm used to really don't get harmony.

[horrendous]

There might be a reason they attack. Some dragons are really territorial, and if that's a problem, you have to relocate them somewhere they won't hurt anyone.

[Poor Spike. He's not even a real dragon yet.]

There could be a lot of reasons.

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Yeah, and theirs is called lunch.

[It sure sucks being a sentient herbivore in a land surrounded by giant, magical carnivores.]

[horrendous]

Oh. Yes, there's that too.

[He frowns.]

Do they attack your home a lot?

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Luckily, no. They mostly steer clear of pony towns. You might be unlucky enough to run into one out on the road, or in the Everfree Forest, but that's true for pretty much everything that wants to eat us.

[Being a drifter in Equestria is akin to wandering around with a Free Lunch sign on your head. ]

[horrendous]

Yeesh. Your world sounds more dangerous than mine.

[PONIES WHY.]

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[That gets a laugh. Equestria is such a messed up place to live. ]

I guess, I mean, we're pretty used to world-conquering megalomaniacs at this point. They crop up every couple months.