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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 9:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2018 8:47 am
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Had the dragon had a heart filled with something other than self interest, Eye See You may have been distraught over the way the mutated ghoulie took her leave. As it were, he didn't and he wasn't. A huff expelled from his nostrils, turning to steam as the warm air met the chilled atmosphere around him. His rust coloured gaze skipped back to his yellow eyed companion while he pondered his words.
“Hmm. Presently, my predicament here is… precarious,” he intoned softly, the tip of his tail whipping up puffs of snow behind him as he spoke.
“For this particular festival, however, I may have thought of bringing my own brand of… games into the town.”
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“Coming home to someone that's happy to see you is always good!” Blepicorn grinned, despite having no clue what that really felt like.
Technically, she didn't have a home. The unicorn lived a nomadic life with a dragon that despised her, so most of what she'd just said was just a hunch. Or maybe it was more her own secret wish. Either way, she tried to play it off as best she could.
As they walked, Blep smiled and waved at everypony they passed. That is, until Copper spoke of his job. The purple female froze momentarily in her hoof steps, her face exploding into a ridiculous grin of shock. “You work at a museum? That's so cool!” She scrambled to catch up, tilting her head to peer over at him with that same elated smile. “So what do you do? Are you, like, in charge of everything there?”
Word Count: 276 Points: 2
Point Total: 17
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2018 10:30 am
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Swizzle was thankful for the charm keeping her warm as she dealt with the air currents of Winter's Breath. She broke thru to Dreamvalley and then zero'd into her house in Everville.
She attempted to skid to a stop but ended up still smooshed against her front door. She composed herself, opened the door, and trotted inside.
After she threw her bag on a nearby table she started shoving everything she could think of into the pack. She made sure to grab the ribbon and some jingle bells, small paint brushes, more glitter, paper and scissors, tape and glue. She spotted her spare shades and scooped those up thinking 'Pastel will look so cool in these!'
Once packed, It took her a few times to get herself into the air. She breathed a sigh of relief once up in the sky as she didn't have to put anything back. Soon she was landing next to Pastel and the now colorful fence.
"BAAACK!" She dropped the heavy pack off onto the ground and stretched.
Copper laughed "Oh No, I just work the ticket counter. Sometimes I do get to help with setting up the new exhibits. That's pretty cool. Occasionally, I work the counter in the gift shop. It's a pretty chill place most of the time."
Copper was impressed with how many ponies Blep knew. She was constantly waving at folks as they passed. He recognized some of them due to them having visited the museum but didn't think they would realize it was him.
words: 255 total:1207
Points: 12
claiming this mug for Copper
updated total: 11 points
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2018 11:11 am
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Pumpkin Spice carried a ridiculous smile on his face when the pegasus jumped a bit backwards. At least Spice was able to break the stranger's fantasies of wanting an eyeball and potentially make it into a reality!
He then gave a gasp when the stranger spoke. "How are eyeballs disgusting? I think they're cool! You and me have eyeballs! I wouldn't be able to see you without them, and that would totally suck, because then I would miss out on making a new friend today, like you!" He was going to continue his whine, but figured he would stop for now.
"Umm... are you scared that they will see your insides? They're just fake eyeballs, so whatever secrets you have should be okay. But I totally feel! The other day, Fireside didn't want to have a hot chocolate. I don't know why, since it's hot chocolate and hot chocolate makes you feel all warm and happy inside. But he didn't want it, so Melty gave it to me instead! SO maybe you can just trrrryyyy an eyeball and if you don't like it, I can finish it for you!" He flashed a smile, bouncing around the stallion, stopping when the stranger suddenly asked something that Fireside Shadows would.
"Yeah, but that's okay! I asked Fireside to come, but he was too busy with work. But I promised that I would not talk to strangers, and that I would not get into trouble! I told him that I will not spend anything that I do not have, and that I will be an extra extra good boy today!" Spice believed he was being on his best behavior, so he was keeping true to his promise.
WORDS: 186+284=470
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2018 6:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2018 7:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2018 9:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 8:56 pm
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Pumpkin Spice wrinkled his nose a bit when told that the eyeballs were like his nose. He did not think of that. The foal started to roll his tongue out, trying to reach for where his smelling senses came from. Struggling, he ended up wrinkling his mouth, teeth biting the air, tongue wildly trying to reach the nose. A failure.
Pumpkin Spice felt defeated for a short bit. He did not know what this feeling was. It was like if his spirits just died a bit and he wanted to cry but couldn't? "Yeah, I guess it's not a good idea," he slumped, gently kicking a ball of dust into the air. And then he forgot something. He didn't ask for his friend's name!
"Anyways, I'm Pumpkin Spice! But Pumpkin or Spice is okay with me!" The foal started feeling like himself again when he introduced himself, and his tail started to wag again. All was good. "What's your name? Maybe we can explore the festival together! And we don't have to look at anymore of those eyeballs that you don't like! Wanna go see the owlgriffs? Or maybe you want to look at the scarves. Or something!"
Pumpkin Spice did not wait for a response, but rather ran a bit ahead and then turned around, to see the pegasus still where he left him. "Come on, let's go!" He was then starting to happily trot in circles around his new friend. Things were good again.
WORDS: 470+246= 716
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