Caramell's nose wrinkled in a laugh as she held it back. She had to admit the thought of a cheese fountain in a forest did sound silly. "But everyone likes cheese, even animals!" she joked... though not really so much actual joking. At least as far as her chicken went, she knew some animals liked cheese.
Trotting over towards the apple bucket, Caramell leaned over the edge and peered into the waters, watching green and red shapes bob about at the surface. "Its not too hard!" she smiled, turning towards the cutest ballerina and the little Confetti cannon. "You have to try to snatch an apple using only your teeth! Hooves are not allowed!" she grinned, peering back at the bucket. "I could try to show you.... but I don't want to accidentally lose my little friend into the barrel." she teased, turning back to stick her tongue out slightly in a playful manner.
LizzyMoo
JUST DON'T DROWN THE C UTENESS
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 9:04 pm
Well! It was now or never! Time to walk into that Costume party and own it. Really... Jack O' Lantern hoped that he would be able to feel comfortable. By the time he got to the Halloween store there wasn't really anything left. Just overly generic things. He was lucky to get the Witch costume that he did, even if it was a girl's costume, it was better than a Princess!
Strolling right on in, he cleared his throat a bit. Maybe something would happen too while he was there! That would certainly be awesome! Who really knew what was going to be in store for them from their rather... creepy... ish... host. It would be a fun time, he was sure of that at least!
Out of Orbit obediently trotted along behind Totoro, clinging onto every instructive word popping out of the forest guardian's mouth. Apples and teeth, no hooves allowed. It sounded really simple in all honesty.
The filly peered over the bucket's edge to watch the apples, as if studying them carefully. She even brought a hoof up extremely close to a red apple, looking as if she was about to poke it. However, Out of Orbit didn't want to be a rule breaker before she started the game. So she paused, then drew her hoof back.
"Uh... um.... I wouldn't mind if you went first, Totoro" The filly's eyes bounced to Totoro's eyes, then back to the bucket of apples, as if to politely request that the guardian go first.
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CUTENESS IS NOT SURE ABOUT THE APPLES D;
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 11:43 pm
Hard Truths headed over to the refreshments table to try a few snacks and drinks as he watched all the party-goers enjoying themselves. He idly wondered what the owner of the mansion was up to and why he had hosted this party in this mysterious building that wasn't here year-round. As he sipped some cider, he caught sight of a bright orange foal in a witch costume and walked over, curious.
"Did you come here alone, young one?" he asked, surprised at the colt's courage. He knew he wouldn't have let his children come to the mansion alone if he could have helped it, but perhaps, like many other foals in Phonyland, this one didn't have parents to worry about him.
Cotton flushed a bit, waving her hoof at Swing as if to wave off his words. "Royalty? I only wish." she mused softly and out of character as she glanced down at her costume. She couldn't even begin to imagine herself as a princess, my how amazing it must be! But generally, at least from her knowledge of princesses, it was also a lot of work and Cotton was more of a filly at heart.
However, she fully knew he was being fun and in character. "That's a clever way to think of your... civilian name." she chuckled at him. "I think you are a master of more things than you realize, Dear Captain." she nodded as she let herself move to the music with him. A soft giggle escape her lips again at his next comment. She had said sleeping and eating purely to be silly and to match what she remembered of the character she came dressed as. "Well of course! When I'm not being a magical girl...." she paused, her cheeks puffing out slightly at her own inward joke. "... I tend to my cotton fields... I grow my own cotton to make my own stuffed toys." she beamed, clearly quite proud of her purpose and hobby in life. Nothing else bringing her quite as much joy as she got from being able to make something soft and huggable that she could share with others.
Kitomyx
Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 5:39 pm
Nodding, Caramell laughed softly. She flexed her front hooves and rotated her legs on their shoulders, as if she were a wrestler getting ready for a big match. "Alright! Lets do this!" she grinned, peering over the barrel and glancing over all the apples. Her gaze wandered around the green and red bobbing fruit, looking for a prime target. A big, juicy red one floated just in reach and Caramell smirked. "There you are!" she laughed, ready to attempt to snatch it with her teeth...
And then she paused. Smiling, she pushed her hood back so that it flopped around her neck and back. "Don't want to get this wet." she winked at Orbit, her short black mane falling around her face after being trapped inside the hoodie most of the night. Leaning forward, Caramell reached as far as her neck would go, mouth open and chomping in attempt to grab the apple.... which was proving to be more slippery than first imagined!!
The little Filly trotted to one side of the bucket, then to the other, trying to find the best spot for watching Totoro play this game. However, something happened that caught the poor little Phony off guard, causing her to trip over her own hooves.
Totoro took off the hood from her costume!
Though Out of Orbit was vaguely aware that all that had been happening that evening was a sort of "playing make-believe," she still wasn't able to hide her surprise. She stumbled against the bucket of apples and water with a big THUNK (though fortunately the bucket was large enough to withstand the impact of the little Filly).
Pretending like she didn't just miserably fail at walking upon her four hooves, the little filly steadied herself upright so she could peer into the apple bucket again, watching Totoro with the apples (though there was no hiding the embarrassed rosy tint to her cheeks).
Fea Line
IGNORE OoO FAILING AT PHONY-THINGS! 8D
Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 11:36 pm
It took Swing a few minutes to be able to articulate a semi-intelligent response to Cotton's comment about him being a master of more things than he realized. Even then, that wasn't nearly enough time for him to cool down, internally or externally, which was apparent by the gradual reddening of his usually white coat. Once again he hoped it wasn't too noticeable when covered by his costume and mask.
"I...I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Moon," he managed to say, briefly looking anywhere but at her face. "But I appreciate your compliments as well as your faith in me nonetheless."
Her giggle relaxed him again and he smiled helplessly. Swing listened with all the attention he could spare without stepping on her hooves or losing his balance. He was honestly surprised he had made it so far without doing either of those things when a partner dance was something he'd had no experience in prior, but then again, he had this mare for a partner. She had probably made it a great deal easier on him, allowing him to move with the music while somehow also keeping time with her, allowing everything to flow relatively smoothly.
The pegasus grinned as she puffed out her cheeks and brightened when she mentioned making stuffed toys. "Wow, really? So not only do you grow the cotton, but you harvest it and make toys with it yourself? You really are a superhero, managing all that on your own. What do you do with the toys you make?" Suddenly realizing he should probably reel in his enthusiasm a bit, he sheepishly added, "That is...if you don't mind me asking."
In a rather ungraceful event, Caramell paused with her lips stretched from her muzzle, or well as much as she could anyways. Her eyes caught sight of Orbit as she had bumped into the barrel but seemed to act like it hadn't happened. "I know its exciting...but don't hurt yourself." she teased with a wink, hoping the filly wasn't hurt or too embarrassed. Her adorable little cheeks were rather red.
Of course Caramell had no idea it was because she slid her hood back.
Grinning, Cramell reached over to gently pat the cutest ballerina before leaning back over the barrel, hooves locked behind her back. 'Alright, lets do this thing." she said with gusto as she launched herself forward as far as she could, teeth one again snapping at any apple she could. At times it felt like she had one and then it would simply slip out of her grasp. She didn't give up, however her face was beginning to get quite wet. Still, Caramell pushed on, almost falling in herself until, head going under the water completely at one point before sh e re emerged with a green apple stuck lop sided in her mouth.
"Heeee!" she laughed behind the apple, slinking backwards so as to not drip water on anyone else.
LizzyMoo
SHE CAN FAIL IF SHE WANTS ITS ADORBS
Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 5:51 pm
His slight moment of excitement made the yellow mare happier than he could even realize. To her, being able to share her passion with others was a big part of what made her love doing it. Of course, just how utterly cute stuffed animals were also played a giant roll in it too. Grinning like a child who got an A on their test, Cotton nodded. "I do just that! It was hard at first, sometimes still is. But its sooooooooo worth it in the end." she smiled, slightly twirling in place a bit to the beat of the music and her own happiness. "I don't mind telling the Captain anything! It sometimes depends on what I make! I love to give them away to others if it makes them smile. Some of them I keep.... usually the ones that don't come out...." she paused, trying to think of a right way to say this. "... up to factory standards I guess. One's with maybe lopsided ears or funny eyes. The ones that have personality and stand out above the rest!" she beamed, wanting to stay away from the word 'reject' as there was no such thing in her mind. She had also toyed with the idea of trying to open her own store but she got more joy of gifting to others so she refrained from acting on such ideas. As of yet anyways.
This game was not a dignified one. That was something Out of Orbit was learning now as she watched Totoro nearly drench herself all for the sake of snagging an apple! It was a curious thing to watch, the little filly slowly tilting her head as she attempted to piece together why the other Phonies around thought this was fun.
Perhaps this was not meant to be fun so much as it was meant to be a test of skill? It took Totoro a hoof-ful of attempts to finally right herself and display her prize proudly from her mouth. To acknowledge Totoro's apparent skill level, the little filly clapped her hooves together.
"Y-you are good at this, Totoro!"
Out of Orbit hadn't quite figured out this meant it was her own turn now.
Fea Line
AT LEAST OoO's HAIR IS TIED BACK!!!
Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 11:55 pm
"So you're a phony of many talents yourself, doing all those steps! It's amazing to think about...you started this hobby on your own and you do everything yourself from beginning to end. And even though it was hard at first, you didn't give up until you got better. That's truly an inspiring story. I'm glad you found that all your hard work paid off."
Swing didn't seem to be able to stop smiling as they continued to dance. The mare's happiness was just far too contagious. Just to hear Cotton talk about her own passions seemed to make her light up even more brightly than she already did which he hadn't realized was possible. "It's nice that you make sure they all get good homes no matter how they turn out. But you're right; I think the ones with personality that stand out should be kept with a phony who recognizes their true value."
"So is that your purpose in life, do you think?" he asked, attempting to spin her around one more time. The song seemed to be reaching its end. "Making plushies for others out of the cotton you grow yourself? Sounds like love goes into every moment of the whole process."
Jack O' Lantern looked up at this, kind of large, phony. Really it was kinda scary. But he could probably handle talking to him. Plus he was the only one who had talked to him so far.
Shyly he kicked at the ground a bit. "I did come alone..." He looked up at him. "Should I not have come alone?" He wasn't really sure if he was going to get in trouble for this or what. Was it alright for him to be at this part alone? He didn't have anyone to go with. Or an adult to go with even! Was he just being silly?
Kitomyx
Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 2:18 pm
Rocky didn't even blink, stunned as he was. It was an adorable sort of miscommunication, even if it did set off the 'wait, what?' flags in his head (that he was pointedly trying to ignore for reasons he couldn't quite fathom). Was Jolly Roger actually saying he was -- he was interested? Interested?? It was like the construction worker's brain could not possibly process the notion; indeed, he stared dumbly for several seconds before he realized he was staring.
"I've -- never -- I mean, there's a first for everything, I uh," he blundered fairly uselessly, "I was prepared to go to war for one night and you're -- " Other nights, the pirate had said. Taken a shine to you, he'd confessed.
Halloween was really a strange and powerful holiday.
"You got me," he finally offered up just as useless, eyes wide with a half-smile of wonder and possibilities. "I -- " The wonder fell off his face, and in its place was a sort of mute horror and shame. " -- am a dunce. A dunce named Rocky Road. Nice to...meet you." The words tumbled and were snorted by the end, biting back a laugh. Good one, Rocky. Stand up work there, boy.
Arriving in what was perhaps the oddest costume one might think of, Afterparty Aftaremath was dressed a vegetable. But not just any regular vegetable. A brussel sprout. Complete with layers and smelling lightly nutty.
He was trying his best to be the most spooky phony of the party by dressing as what he personally feared most. The dreaded vegatable that was overcooked to heck and back that no one wanted sans the person who brought them. The foal thought himself so clever and smart he didn't care that he's used actual vegetables to line his pockets to randomly toss at other phonies. After all- attack vegetables were the stuff of nightmares.
