Bishop Mingle

[incousinswithyou]

Who: Crew + visitors
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Ship mingle on the SS Bishop yay
When: After returning to the ships

[it's great that the rooms got bigger! Still, one could argue that there's a fine line between "art" and "warehouse."]

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[preformthisneigh]

[Aww that's god of her, he appreciates that. It saves the crick in his neck. ]

Weeelll, given we just spent over a month having our deepest memories and secrets exposed to everypony else, I figure some of the crew might be a little...uh upset, y'know? Might need somepony to talk to.

You missed a real hoot. [Such sarcasm. ]

[incousinswithyou]

Oh? And do you know anybody like that?

[she's not sure if exposing yet another round of secrets to another stranger would do any good - this seems like the sort of thing that would need a good, long build-up.]

[preformthisneigh]

You'd have to ask them yourself. Or maybe leave your door open for them.

[He gives a little shrug. ] I'm not gonna tell you how to do your job, I don't know the first thing about uh... [a vague wave of his hoof] this stuff.

[incousinswithyou]

[eheh. She'll probably end up using this room for something else.]

From what I can deduce, music and art therapy is an alternative to more conventional 'talk therapies.'

[there is a crazy amount of construction paper, markers, and glitter on the shelves.]

[preformthisneigh]

Now that is something I can get behind. Especially the music part.

[But oooooh glitter. ]

Watch'a makin'?

[incousinswithyou]

[her smile seems to get a little broader at the mention of music]

For the moment, I'm just organizing the supplies.

[glitter in all the colors of the rainbow!] I don't typically work with glitter.

[but maybe the kids here can enjoy it. She'd be happy with that.]

[preformthisneigh]

Then you're in luck, I'm a glitter aficionado.

But hey, it's all looking great so far!

[incousinswithyou]

Thank you. [and that's a smile]

You're welcome to the supplies if you need them. [construction paper, glitter, glue, crayons. It's like a grade school classroom in here.]

Do party ponies throw parties or do they simply attend them?

[preformthisneigh]

Oh wow, I super appreciate that!

[He chuckles, as if that's the most obvious question ever. ]

We throw them. We're party planners.

[incousinswithyou]

[might as well put the glitter to good use]

I see. [that's probably why you seemed interested in the musical part]

The catering out here must be something of a nightmare.

[protein paste hors d'oeuvres and all.]

[preformthisneigh]

[His ears fold back and he gives a soft, annoyed snort. It totally sounds like a horse snort. ]

Tell me about it. Trying to make a cake on short notice with just a buncha paste isn't easy. Our cook helps though, he's great.

[incousinswithyou]

[here's a sympathetic smile]

That doesn't sound like fun. I think that it's wonderful that you're trying, though.

[morale and all, especially after this mess.]

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese smiles and gives a little shrug. ]

It's my destiny, it's what I was born to do.

[incousinswithyou]

It's nice to see such self-assurance. Most people seem to flounder a bit.

[preformthisneigh]

People do, but we ponies usually don't. We get cutie marks when we figure out what our place in the universe is. We almost never have to second guess those kinda things.

[incousinswithyou]

[slight headtilt]

Cutie mark?

[that might be the least impressive name for a mark of destiny]

[preformthisneigh]

[It's SUPER IMPRESSIVE gosh. He points to the Cheese-Sandwich-Shaped-Accordion on his flank. ]

See? We;re not born with these, they appear when we figure out our special talent, our destiny.

[incousinswithyou]

[either way, Michiru makes a suitably impressed noise. So maybe it's a bit abstract? Or maybe Cheese is both a good accordion player and a party planner.] Ah, I see.

[at least the sailor senshi get their signs on their forehead, not on their butts.] How long does it take for a pony to figure out their destiny?

[preformthisneigh]

Eh, whenever the time comes. Usually between being a colt or a filly to becoming a stallion or a mare.

I mean, you get late bloomers, but not that late.

[It's basically pony puberty. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[yup, she's starting to get that impression.]

And everybody is satisfied by what they get?

[preformthisneigh]

I guess?

I mean, some ponies aren't always super duper happy, but that's usually because they haven't quite figured out all the kinks.

[incousinswithyou]

[there's probably something to be said for the freedom to choose one's own fate, but destiny seems to play a very big part in her own life. Choosing it and making it one's own is the trick, isn't it?]

So in the end, everything works out. It does seem much more efficient than what most humans do.

[preformthisneigh]

Yeah. I always feel so bad for humans. That they can live to an old age and still don't know what their place is in the world.

It's just...sad.

[incousinswithyou]

[she won't disagree with you there]

There's no magic formula. For the most part, we have to make our own destinies.

[preformthisneigh]

It sounds hard.

[And likely full of wrong choices and heartbreak. Poor humans. ]