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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:18 am
Knots scratched behind her ear thoughtfully, rubbing at a chin where there'd never be a possibility of a captain's beard.
"You can be whatever you want, really," she nodded at Babby Rabbit. "We're out at sea, I'm the captain of my ship with my first mate Mr. Cardboard. Mandrake is Charybdis, a sea monster with lots of teeth and tentacles and I'm trying to send a shipment of medicine to some islanders but our ship was attacked!"
She held up her little paper boat, a tad the worse for wear.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 7:31 pm
At the mention of her having lots of teeth and tentacles, Mandrake's little pony smile grew and her amber eyes lit up like flames with excitement. Yes, yes, she had nearly forgotten! She was a ferocious beast!
Sitting up quickly on all four hooves, Mandrake stuck her face uncomfortably close to Babby Rabbit's and bared her teeth as best she could, giving her the most dangerous growl she could muster from her babby phony lungs. "Raaaarrrr! I'm gonna eat all the medicine, gobble up Captain Knots and Mr. Cardboard, and take you with me, you... You..." Mandrake Blossom left ample time for the tiny pink phony to respond, looking her up and down quickly. She was getting some ideas of what she could be -- a buoy for one -- but this was pretend and it wouldn't be very fun to just sit around and 'float' on the floor while playing pretend.
Unless you were a pegasus, maybe. Mandrake inwardly snorted again at the desire for wings.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:13 pm
The little unicorn looked down at her feet, attempting to burn a hole in the carpet with her gaze. "I... I don't really have any friends," she said quietly. "Rarely do phonies come into my life and remain long. I have a human caretaker, as I've been led to believe that we all do, somewhere, but mostly I fend for myself. Most evenings, the only noises are the turning of pages and the shuddering of the little gaslamp by my armchair." She was sounding far less romantic and far more pathetic, and she was keenly aware of this. "I've the bookstore beneath me, but it's to remain closed until I come of an age... something of an inheritance, you might call it."
PARTY clapped as Lullaby finished the lovely French words. "Wow! Man, that is beautiful! Makes me wish I spoke French. Do you know what they all mean? I bet... lessee. Something softer- maybe a brushed cymbal, get that nice shhh-a-shhh-a going on... Draft, did you see any cymbals back there? Maybe a guitar? Or a guitar player? I think Lullaby here has something going on!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:04 pm
Unsure of what to do in this setting, Taquita didn't want to break any personal space barriers, but she felt like she had to do some kind of comforting. She walked closer to Ender and gave her one of those awkward half-hugs that one dudebro will give another dudebro. "That is incredibly sad... sadder than any poem I've read."
She withdrew and looked back down at the floor. "When I'm really upset, I write about it. Do you scribe the feelings of your heart while you're alone at night in your bookstore?" Taquita suddenly wished she lived in a bookstore; she might as well with the amount of time she spent at the one she shopped at.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:09 pm
Ender was going to answer, but the feel of another's touch on her shoulders was a bit jarring. "Eep," she squeaked. Blushing furiously and attempting to regain a modicum of composure, she stammered out an answer, using short choppy words that belied the strangeness to her of the side-hug. "I-I do attempt to write- er, poetry, of a sort, and I like to invent tales of pasts that could have been. And t-t-tragic romances; not, er, not like the cheap, ah, tawdry things one might find in a more... uh, conventional bookstore or anything. I-I'm not very good yet, but, uh, it's it's my dream one day to publish a novel." She blathered on in an effort to assuage the awkwardness. "Th-there's this old printing press in the basement of the bookstore- I only go down there with a candle, and it's very dusty, but I think I could get it working again... But of course, that would mean that I'd have to write something worth reading and I'm not entirely sure my scribblings suffice." She blushed again, flattening her ears. Self-confidence was not the filly's strong suite. "My heart's feelings might mean so very much to me, but I'd be so afraid to show them to another."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 10:07 am
She wanted to publish a novel about tragic romance?! Taquita had to control herself from getting stars in her eyes. Ender was just so cool.
"I won't ask you to show your writing to me then, but I am really curious; I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. That printing press sounds wonderful though. Would you be willing to at least show me that sometime? I'd offer to take you to where I live in exchange, but it's really not that great."
Taquita looked around the daycare at the other babbies, they were all having fun and playing games, but Ender and her both seemed really tense. She backed away from the other foal. Maybe she should change the subject to something lighter. The problem was that Taquita wasn't a very light and happy-go-lucky phony. The other problems was that she had yet to learn how to transition between topics in conversations.
"My aunt makes really great cookies." Taquita blurted out in non-sequitur.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 5:44 pm
The little unicorn bit her lip, thinking. "M-maybe someday..." she whispered. She really didn't want to whip out a journal here and now, but... maybe someday. Grateful for the change in topic, she mulled aunts and cookies over in her head. "I don't have an aunt... and... I've never had a cookie, either." This was entirely true- sad, but true. She'd had cake before, but cookies had just never been a thing. But she was also aware that she was only contributing to the tension. While she wasn't a roll-around-on-the-floor type, she didn't want to be a Cesare, either. Suddenly, an idea came to her. "You simply must come by for a visit! Perhaps you could bring some of your aunt's confections and I could show you the printing press and the rolling ladders and maybe- if I can get it unlocked- the root cellar! Well, it's not really a root cellar. Supposedly, when the building was first built, it was. But now I've been told that there's just a lot of paper down there." How was she to know that her human caretaker had paid for the building to be built with a mystery installed? "Though why lock it up, if it's just paper?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 12:37 pm
So mysterious. What could possibly be in there? She really wanted to but really didn't want to find out. Mysteries were usually less fun when discovered. The discovering process though, was more fun than the mystery. It was usually just the actual find that was the let down. Taquita was probably over thinking it though.
"Well, if you've never had a cookie, then I'll be happy to be the first person to give you one. We can make a day of it! Not eating a cookie, that goes pretty quick-- make a day of showing me your house and of cookie eating." Taquita glanced around again, and lowered her voice, "Whatever is on that paper must be really really important; we can't let the other foals know what we're up to."
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