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Who Are You: My name is Daedae and I have 2 1/2 beautiful children (3, 1 1/2). Also, I live with my b/f, who has 2 kids (10, 7). So we'll have 5 pretty soon. I can't account for my b/f's kids good looks, since they didn't come from my loins. Speaking of loins, I'm not really sure if the 1/2 kid is pretty at this point either since I haven't even went to see what it is yet. But it will be beautiful when it comes out, even if it does have a big head. Because my genetics are just awesome like that.
Phony Name: Rebel Rambler
Link to Quest Thread: I'm working on it?

Do you collect anything? I collect children. Lots of children. I'm up to 4 1/2. Did I tell you that yet? I also collect clothes. Kids need clothes. Though mine usually run around nakie so I'm not sure why I have all these damn clothes. But I got enough to put on a small army, so I'm good. I also collect pae from the Fifth Age. Which is usually where I'm at. When I'm not collecting children, of course.

Do you have any special talents or abilities? I would say luring children into my van but that would be creepy. Funny but creepy. So I'm gonna go with not loosing my mind while dealing with all the kids in my house. If you don't think that is a talent, let me assure you that it takes special skills not to go crazy with that age range around.

Have you ever had a pet die a horrible death? I once found one my mother's twin cats ran over and laying by the side of the road. There is nothing like dumping a small, male cat that you have named, and feed, and raised from birth on the side of the road in a black plastic trash bag because you already have a life time of pets buried in the backyard and since you're unable to handle a shovel (read: dig a hole properly), you cant bury him with the rest of the cat family and a hamster. It made me cry. Poor Lionel.

If you woke up one day, and had been transformed into an animal, what animal would you be? I wanna say cat. I love them. They're friendly. They're furry. They're loving. But rats have more babies so I think I'd go with a rat. Cause I like kids. Did I mention that? j/k. I definitely go with cat.

We all enjoy the internet. Where is your favorite place on the internet and why? In order? 1. Gaia 2. facebook 3. Webcomics. Gaia - I talk to my friends and rp and it gives me something to do during nap time. Facebook - I don't do much on there. Share recipes, and pictures, and stalk my family. Webcomics - I love my webcomics. I missed them so much during the internet blackout of '09 to '12. It was very dark and sad. And I still can't remember a few that i used to frequent, so I is still sad.

You have the ability to see the future, and you find out that the world is going to end in a month. What do you do in that time span? I would leave my b/f and kids and be freeeeeee!!! I mean, I would totally spend that time with my family. Of course. Totally >_>

Where do you see yourself in five years? In jail for abandoning my children because I thought the world was ending in a month. Darn you lousy psychic ability. *fist waggle*

Is there any other information you'd like to tell me? I'm bored. Wanna go make babies?

Who Are You: I am a girl who loves anime just a little too much. I'm going to start my senior year for a Fine Arts degree with a focus in photography. I should be working on an essay right now, but this is much more important than solving the impending water shortage crisis.

Phony Name: Twitter Bit
Link to Quest Thread: XD

Do you collect anything? I love scarves. Even if I never ever wear them, seeing my closet full of scarves makes me a very happy person indeed. I may have around 20. OH! And body sprays/lotions. For some reason, I just can't say no! Last I checked, I had 42 in my basket.

What can I say, I like to smell good ^^

Do you have any special talents or abilities? I can draw cute fluffy animals. I also know the words to every Owl City song ever written!

Have you ever had a pet die a horrible death? When I was four, I had two rabbits named Popsicle and Squeezit. I don't remember them much, other then when they ran away. I was very sad. Fast forward to age 16. I found a picture of Popsicle and said "It's a shame that they ran away."

Without missing a beat or even looking away from the road my mom says "They didn't run away. They died of heat stroke."


Twelve years of my life was a lie!

If you woke up one day, and had been transformed into an animal, what animal would you be? Oh for sure a fox. I read "Foxes of First Dark" when I was in middle school, and decided right then and there that if I could be any animal, it would for sure be a fox.

We all enjoy the internet. Where is your favorite place on the internet and why? I mostly hang around Gaia, and Youtube. Somehow I always end up on the weird side of youtube though..

You have the ability to see the future, and you find out that the world is going to end in a month. What do you do in that time span? Watch every single episode of Bones, Psych and House. Basically just be in a dark room with a tv for a month eating pizza rolls and glued to the tv.

Where do you see yourself in five years? Anywhere but in the middle of a wheat field like now! And certainly not writing essays.

Is there any other information you'd like to tell me? Uhm yes.....actually...there is a snake by your leg.....




Username: Blue Eyed Melloon
Phony Name: Twitter Bit
Link to Quest Thread: XD

Prompt Two:
A festival! What a treat! It seems that all the Phonies in Phonyland have gathered in the center of Phony City to celebrate a birthday! There are balloons, games, live bands, and TONS OF FOOD. It seems like they will fry anything and put it on a stick these days. There's a lot going on here. What sort of fun things do you do with the day?


Twitter Bit awoke to the sound of music instead of the usually preferred singing of birds. Yawning, she poked her head out of her stable, and her eyes widened when she realized that it was somephony's BIRTHDAY! The whole city looked like it had been decorated with streamers and balloons to celebrate the occasion.

Twitter jumped back from the window, ran a brush through her mane very quickly and dashed out the door into the merriment. The first place she stopped was the food vendors. How could she say no to an elephant ear, funnel cake, strawberry shortcake, roasted corn.... She balanced her food tower quite well, and found a place near the row of games to sit in the grass and lay her purchased buffet out before her, placing them in the order of which she would eat them. A blue bird came hopping over, tweeting ans staring at her roasted corn. Twitter smiled and scraped a few kernels off of the cob, tossing them to the hungry bird. When it flew away, she watched it dodge the balloons. How she wished she could fly....

Her extensive meal completed, she decided that games were the next great thing to try! The first booth she visited was the duck pick. She knew that it was targeted and little fillies and colts, but there was a prize every time, so who wouldn't want to play? She picked her rubber duck and flipped it over, revealing a blue dot. Blue dot meant she won a stuffed butterfly, the small prize. She placed the butterfly on her head, browsing the other games. Her little heart froze when she saw the grand prize for the ring toss. A pair of stuffed wings! Like the pegasi had! Twitter had to have them!

She galloped over to the booth, paying her bit and taking the ring in her mouth. There were all kinds of pegs to aim for, but only one had a star in front of it. THAT was the grand prize peg. She tossed her ring and watched it fly...

Too far to the right. She sighed as it bounced away, pulling another bit out and placing it on the counter...

Twenty minutes later, and half of her money gone, she had won three goldfish, two more stuffed butterflies that she traded in for a larger stuffed lizard, and a whole bunch of missed chances. She sighed, feeling melancholy. "Just one more try.." she said for what seemed like the thousandth time. She placed another bit on the counter, and grabbed the ring. Concentrating on the star, she tossed, and it seemed to fall in slow motion....

Onto the star peg. She cheered, and the small crowd that had come to watch the determined pony cheered with her. The booth worker handed over her prize. It looked like an over-sized headband with wings stuck to it. They were white, and Twitter Bit felt her spirit soar when she put them on over her back, right where a pair or real wings would be.

The rest of the party was a blur. She played games, danced to music, and even managed to find room in her stomach for a triple scoop ice cream cone with sprinkles and an extra squirt of marshmallow sauce on top. But the highlight of the way sat just below her shoulders, bouncing as she moved.

Who Are You:I am Frozen, CUPCAKEMASTER AND LORD OVER THE 7TH DIMENSION!....those are only on thrusedays. The rest of the time I am a part time student with seasonal jobs.
Phony Name:Blue Moon
Link to Quest Thread:link to awesome blue moon!

Do you collect anything? If so, what is it, and how much of it do you have?
books and I have over.....450books....I like to read... sweatdrop oh and these wolf statues I have like 50 of them.

Do you have any special talents or abilities? I have the special talent of taking cupcakes out of subpockets of space(in the fake world) In the real life, able to calm down a situation really easily in a very stressful situation.

Have you ever had a pet die a horrible death?yes..had my first puppy drown in the lake when it opened up and she got out...never forgotten that.

If you woke up one day, and had been transformed into an animal, what animal would you be?I would be....a SAMOYED!!!! they are the fluffiest and crafty dogs that I know..it is Like Loki in furry form.. xd

We all enjoy the internet. Where is your favorite place on the internet and why?Heere in Phonyland!! reading some of the rps and fixing up my journeal!!!! Oh and torturing Obi with some embarrassing events

You have the ability to see the future, and you find out that the world is going to end in a month. What do you do in that time span? Travel the world and stay connected to Phonyland!!!

Where do you see yourself in five years? Owning a awesome used bookstore, making it work and having some more phoines to bugplay with Obi in the stable!

Is there any other information you'd like to tell me? "puts on a bit of beat" I....like....cupcakes and I cannot lie. With their sweet frosting near me, I can't be denied. I go YUM and NOM!! xd "rapping it out of the thread."

Who Are You: Is is who I am or what I am that you wish to know? Regardless, I am an average person with a poignant fondness for cheap, shiny objects.
Phony Name: Ginger Snap
Link to Quest Thread: BOOM Goes the Dynamite

Do you collect anything? If so, what is it, and how much of it do you have? I LIKE BALLS OF TINFOIL. I HAVE RATHER A LOT.

Do you have any special talents or abilities? What if we all were already super heroes but our powers were mundane... "always has good balance", "never looses a button", "can wear orange"? I can squeeze my tall frame into exceedingly small spaces. You could say I store well. I suppose I make a mean croissant as well.

Have you ever had a pet die a horrible death? A horrible one, no. Other types... let us not speak of such things.

If you woke up one day, and had been transformed into an animal, what animal would you be? A grue. Because you are likely to be eaten by a grue.

We all enjoy the internet. Where is your favorite place on the internet and why? Project: Rooftop indulges my need for superheroes, while youtube provides hours of quality(?) entertainment.

You have the ability to see the future, and you find out that the world is going to end in a month. What do you do in that time span? It is likely that I would ignore my premonition in the faint hope that I am utterly wrong.

Where do you see yourself in five years? Rejoicing in the fact that I was wrong about the world ending. Also, likely sleeping under a table.

Is there any other information you'd like to tell me? If I said I was magical, would you hold me against you? ....no? Then I won't say.





Username:The Semblance of Unity
Phony Name: Ginger Snap
Link to Quest Thread: BOOM Goes the Dynamite

Prompt One:
It's a beautiful, sunny day. "Wow! Phonyland sure is full of interesting Phonies! It's so colorful and happy, too!" you shout out loud as you wander around the theme park. Eventually your hooves guide you to the Admin portion of the park, and it feels like things are getting a bit darker. You know this is the factory section where you were made, but you can help to shake the feeling that this is someplace you really don't want to be. It seems one of the workers left a back door propped open. Your curiosity is killing you; this is your chance to see where you came from. Do you enter the building, and what do you find?


A cool wind suddenly whispered across Ginger's withers, making a mockery of the warm sun. The ends of her long mane twisted and turned and she stared, eyes wide at the door. "The f-factory..." She neighed the words out in a tremulous whisper. No phony visited the factory after they were made, but... the door stood invitingly open. A sense of foreboding swept up and down her spine. "Tch. How troublesome." She narrowed her eyes angrily, the urge to leave vying against her desire to explore just what happens inside the factory. There would be some interesting secrets in there, she was sure, and maybe she would find inspiration. Lately, Ginger just hadn't had any spice. Her food? Bland, boring, normal. And it was the same with any pranks she tried to pull; everyphony easily avoided them or worse, no one laughed. It was upsetting.

Gathering her courage (no mere door would defeat her!), she reared and ran through the door headlong, headless of any obstacle. click click click Her hooves sounded strange on the metal floor and she slowed. The walls were white, featureless, and seemed to stretch on forever. A sense of alienation nearly overwhelmed Ginger... This was where she originated? It was boring. Boring and plain and everything she never wanted to be. A odd noise burgeoned in her throat and emerged as a visceral growl. She threw her body against the wall, trying desperately to dent it, to break up the monotony. Again, again, again. She ran fast and low, head down, stopping only to try and change the ever-white walls. Finally, a flash of red and suddenly the hall was alive. Alarm bells rang and red lights rose along the edges of the floor to flash. She neighed in delight. It had reacted to her.

Still chortling, she wheeled and turned. Ginger had conquered. The alarms were proof that she was more than this featureless white and her heart was lightened by that thought. Even if her pranks had days where they weren't funny, or when everything she made tasted as bland as grits, she was more than that. She would be defined by moments like this: where everything reacted to her. Ginger Snap was her successes, not her failures. Running back the way she came, she cleared the door and continued past it. Past the admin area, past the areas where everyphony gathered to enjoy the weather, she ran to enjoy the sun and the feeling of freedom, of living. And if she stopped her and there to tie two phony's manes together, well, that was just Ginger.

Who Are You: Rapidashtrainer
Phony Name: Sky Brush
Link to Quest Thread: Here

Do you collect anything? Since I live in a terrace house in the middle of a busy town and can’t have the real thing, I collect all manner of horse figurines since I was a kid. I have about 50 + horse figurines ranging from tiny china ponies to a solid pewter and gold plated horse paper weight.

Do you have any special talents or abilities? I do make my living on Gaia by colouring pets so there’s that. And I have been told that I have a good memory for things.

Have you ever had a pet die a horrible death? Yes. A pair of pet robins. I took their cage out to let them have a bit of sun while we aired the room. I came back out later and saw the bars of the cage bent with blood smears and feathers all over them (the cage was not all that strong). One robin was missing and the other badly injured (it died a few days later from the wounds). My parents suspected the neighbourhood’s stray tom cat.

If you woke up one day, and had been transformed into an animal, what animal would you be? Probably a horse. I am pretty passionate about them and I am amazed by their strength, power and beauty.

We all enjoy the internet. Where is your favorite place on the internet and why? Gaia online is my favourite internet place. It’s the first page I go to on Google every day. About the why, I have made several close friends from Gaia and I do enjoy seeing all the art that people post. Be it in the B/C forum or the art forum. Having a RP-intensive character from Gaia helps too because there’s a certain commitment one has to give in order to keep the RP character and watch him grow.

You have the ability to see the future, and you find out that the world is going to end in a month. What do you do in that time span? Probably spend a lot of time with my family. Visit the stables near my home (about a 45 minutes drive) more often. Get around to finishing all the novels I have bought and cooking all those recipes I have bookmarked on the internet. Provided of course, the stores are still selling their wares…

Where do you see yourself in five years? With luck, in the midst of completing my PhD. Hahahaha. Am doing my Masters on a university scholarship at the moment.

Is there any other information you'd like to tell me? I was hoping to get Sky Brush through the Phony Points accumulation system (I currently have six points). This is because a Pegasus through RL customs is a bit on the expensive side for me. A $20 USD Pegasus will cost me RM 60 MYR. Considering that my daily food budget is RM 10 a day, it is a bit of a stretch for me to get Sky Brush through RL slots. I am also attempting to get Sky Brush because I do not own a Pegasus phony of my own.








Username: Rapidashrainer
Phony Name: Sky Brush
Link to Quest Thread: Here

DOING BOTH!

Note: All phony names and characters mentioned here are fictional to the best of my knowledge.

Prompt One:
It's a beautiful, sunny day. "Wow! Phonyland sure is full of interesting Phonies! It's so colorful and happy, too!" you shout out loud as you wander around the theme park. Eventually your hooves guide you to the Admin portion of the park, and it feels like things are getting a bit darker. You know this is the factory section where you were made, but you can help to shake the feeling that this is someplace you really don't want to be. It seems one of the workers left a back door propped open. Your curiosity is killing you; this is your chance to see where you came from. Do you enter the building, and what do you find?


Dainty hooves clattered lightly against the cobbled pavement leading to the less colourful but no less important section of Phonyland. The Admin section. “O-Oh dear, Mr. Wind, why did you bring me here?” stammered Sky Brush as she looked across the vast grey expanse that was the administration center of Phonyland. “This does not look fun and colourful at all!”

The wind only whispered softly and eerily as it blew past the walls of the Admin center.

Sky Brush shifted from hoof to hoof. She should leave this place. It was where all the boring decisions were made and carried out. That did not sound like something she would appreciate at all. “Besides,” said Sky Brush. “Think of all the clouds I have to shape drifting over Phonyland right now,”

“Right…,” said Sky Brush to herself. “I shall just turn around and…”

A sudden hollow thud came from somewhere within the steel grey building and without wanting to, Sky Brush found herself drawn to that one dark rectangular patch on the building’s impenetrable wall. It was an open door.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…

Golden eyes shifted uneasy from the door to the clear skies above. On one hoof, beautiful skies called to her and on the other…curiosity spiked with fear. This was where phonies came from. Flicking her long tail uneasily, Sky Brush took several tentative steps towards the door and peeked in. It was dark but within that darkness was a sense of vastness and rigidity. Pressing her wings close to her to make herself seem even smaller, Sky Brush closed her eyes, took a deep breath and allowed herself a small chant.

When I am scared
And close to tears,
I close my eyes,
And shed my fears!

Repeating it several times, the pastel lavender pony finally opened her eyes and allowed herself a second peek. “O-Oh, this is too bad,” said Sky Brush with apparent relief. “My eyes just needed to adjust themselves to the dim lighting,”

Thus placated, Sky Brush trotted in. The air within the building smelled sterile and monitored with not so much as a puff of wind or the sweet fragrance of the flowers. To sum it up, the air smelled artificial. Pressing her ears flat against her head, Sky Brush turned to look out of the door from which she had just entered. A neon exit sign glowed dimly in the semi-darkness.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…

Pawing the ground restlessly, Sky Brush was once again torn between two options. To return to the colourful world of Phonyland or …

Well…it would be a shame to turn back after coming along this far now, wouldn’t it? Steeling herself, Sky Brush approached the door at the other end of the empty room. Unlike the first door, this door now had a halo of light surrounding it. Perhaps it will be locked the little pony thought hopefully. If that is so, then I will be left with no choice but to turn back.

But this was not meant to be. As Sky Brush approached the door, a sensor above it blinked momentarily and a moment later the door slid back to reveal a pristine white hallway. Sky Brush entered this second room cautiously. A sign posted on the wall to her left declared that this was the “Product Storage Area”. Does this mean that this is where they store the phonies? Sk Brush wondered to herself. As if in answer, the next turn in the vast hall led to rows upon rows of neatly arranged blister packs on hooks; similar to what one would encounter in a toy department store. Letting out a gasp that was both of horror and surprise, Sky Brush trotted uneasily up to the lowest line of toys and read the names of the phonies that were yet to be born Sugar Cubes, Dance Steps, Rat-A-Tat-Tat, Postal…

Sky Brush felt the world around her beginning to spin. Of course she knew the origins of the phonies of Phonyland but to see it like this…

Shapely ears picked up the sound of approaching humans from beyond the hallway. “Oh no, I have got to hide!” whinnied Sky Brush as she took flight. “Perhaps I will hide here,” said the pegasus as she landed atop an air duct close to the ceiling. “I don’t think they’ll be very happy to see me.”

“So Bob, I heard your wife has placed you on a low protein diet,”

“Yeah, and it is terrible Allan. You know how much of a bacon-man I am,” said Bob.

“Better not let your wife here that,” said Allan. “ She’ll go ballistic,”

“Yeah,” said Bob sadly. “By the way which one are we taking out to the front this time?”

“Morning Dew, I think,” said Allan. “The kid’s been waiting for a while for her,”

“So I am told,” said Bob. “Ah, here she is. Let me go and place it in the NFI.”

“NFI?”

“Nanite function initiator.”

“That’s just silly Bob,”

“I can call it what I want Allan,”

While this banter was going on, Sky Brush’s curiousity was beginning to grow. Who was this “kid” that has been waiting for the pony called Morning Dew? And she had never known that it was necessary to initiate the nanites within a phony to function before giving them to their respective humans. But that made sense as keeping fully grown phonies in here would be taking a lot of room. And it would probably be cruel to keep the phonies in here too.

Although the walls were high within the Admin’s building, the partitioning of the areas did not reach all the way to the ceiling and Sky Brush could easily see what was going on from her view point on the air duct. There were lines of workers taking notes of different readings, an assembly line where phonies of every colour were being assembled (this was disconcerting!) and what seemed like a waiting room close to the main entrance of the Admin’s block. It was in this room that Sky Brush noticed two humans who are not like the other workers in dull uniforms. One was a child and the other could only be her mother as their resemblance to one another was quite striking.

Wanting to get a closer look at the two humans, Sky Brush left her current perch and chose another air duct that was right above the unsuspecting humans. Despite the distance in height, the phony could listen in on their conversation clearly.

“Mother, do you think I will be able to get Morning Dew today?”

“Why yes, Anabelle. That’s what I was told on the telephone at any rate,”

“Thank you Mother. I am so excited!”

“I can’t imagine why. It’s just a pet,”

“No Mother! It’s not a pet! It’s a friend! It’s-“

“Sorry for the wait,” a tall executive looking lady said as she entered the room. “But I believe this would be the Morning Dew that you speak of?”

“Oh! She’s lovely!” Anabelle exclaimed as she held her hands out for the offered blistered pack. “She’s just like I’d imagine she’d be!”

“That’s nice Anabelle. Now be a good girl and let mummy talk with this nice woman over here,” said Mother with a small smile at her daughter.

“Okay Mummy!” said the little child, caught up in a wave of happiness as she hugged the blister pack. “Oh Morning Dew! You and I are going to be such good friends!”

While all of this was going on in the room below, Sky Brush was observing the scene with a thoughtfulness that was unlike the pegasus. Before this, the little pony had never thought about humans much but now…after seeing Anabelle’s reaction, Sky Brush felt a warm glow in her heart. The cold walls, the rows of blister packs and the looming grey building, it was all worth it if one could see such a smile of pure joy as Anabelle’s. “The Admin site isn’t so bad after all,” the little pegasus said as she silently slipped through the open doorway and to the open skies once more. “It isn’t so bad at all,”





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Prompt Two:
A festival! What a treat! It seems that all the Phonies in Phonyland have gathered in the center of Phony City to celebrate a birthday! There are balloons, games, live bands, and TONS OF FOOD. It seems like they will fry anything and put it on a stick these days. There's a lot going on here. What sort of fun things do you do with the day?













Dear Diary,


Today I had the most exciting day! While flying over Phonyland, I came across a birthday party for Gentle Heart. There were all kinds of fun activities going on and the music was so lively! Oh! And there was a pretty banner for Gentle Heart too! I am glad. She is a nice phony and everyone should celebrate her birthday with her!




Not wanting to be left behind, I participated in several of the games held there. From apple bobbing to apple bucking to horseshoe tossing. It was jolly good fun!




After that, I sampled a ton of food there! It was all so good! Especially the cotton candy! It feels like eating clouds made of sugar. I had several of those before I realized that I should have left some for the other phonies. I am really sorry about that guys!




But do you know what Dear Diary? Something terrible happened midway through the birthday celebration. Mr. Wind got over enthusiastic and blew against the birthday banner a little too hard. With a scary tearing sound the birthday banner got torn in two. Everyphony was shocked! Gentle Heart’s birthday banner was ruined!




Suddenly I realized that I could do something to help! Kicking off the ground, I herded several cumulonimbus clouds together and formed the words “Happy Birthday”. Everyphony cheered! I’m so glad that I was able to offer a helping hoof Dear Diary! It is nice to have fun but it feels even nicer when you are able to help somephony!



That’s all for today Dear Diary!

Who Are You: I'm a native New Yorker (and proud of it!) with somewhat complicated ancestry, so when asked my nationality my go-to answer is "I'm from Earth. Probably." I'm 26, going on 7, which shows in my interests (superhero shows! stuffed animals! and, of course, ponies!), and the only child of a (formerly) single parent. I work part-time at a local college while I figure out what I'm going to do with my life- ideally something relating to education, an issue I'm quite passionate about. In what you might consider "free time," I read young adult fantasy novels, play video games, and study Nihon Buyo with a wonderful teacher. I've been on Gaia for nearly ten years, in the B/C for most of that time, and while that sometimes terrifies me, I wouldn't trade it for anything. <3
Phony Name: Wistful Whisper
Link to Quest Thread: Wham!

Do you collect anything? If so, what is it, and how much of it do you have?
Oh man, I used to collect all sorts of things: postcards, hats, miniature tea sets. Books, except that's less a collection and more a hoard. Well, I mainly wear one hat now, and my miniature tea sets are still boxed up from when we moved a few years ago, my books are still a hoard more than a collection, but the postcards are still going. Sorta. I used to buy them on class trips and whatnot, but I don't travel much these days, so my collection is dependent on people I know travelling and remembering that I really just want a postcard. That's it. You don't have to write on it! You don't even have to mail it! Just hand it to me when you get back! They're cheap and take up almost no space!

Some people actually do bring me postcards (thanks guys <3) so I probably have about eight in addition to the ones I buy myself when I actually get somewhere, for a total of twenty or so. They're not all in one place though, which makes collecting different.

Do you have any special talents or abilities?
Leaving things to the last minute. Making messes out of absolutely nothing. Overpacking. Oh, you meant useful abilities? Well, I have pretty good memory for choreography. Nothing like a professional, but I'm decent at learning new dances quickly. I also apparently have a knack for tutoring, which has come in handy but is kind of dependant on the material I'm using. (Hint: unless you're in elementary school, don't ask me to help you with history, plz.) And for a quirky physical trick, I have hyperextended elbows, so when they're straight they look like they're bending backwards painfully, when they're not!

Have you ever had a pet die a horrible death?
When I was in middle school, I did a group science project that dealt with testing the Mozart Effect on hamsters. One of the hamsters we had attacked the other, and my groupmates were pretty much content to let it die and laugh about it, which was probably even more jarring than anything the hamsters did. I took the injured hamster to the vet, but there wasn't anything they could do. (They did, however, send a letter to my teacher praising my decision and chiding my groupmates, which was both satisfying and hugely embarassing when he read it in front of the class.)

If you woke up one day, and had been transformed into an animal, what animal would you be?
I'd like to say a tiger, which is more or less my totem animal. (Born in the year of the Fire Tiger, aw yeah.) But realistically I'm probably a dog. Content to sleep for large portions of the day, sometimes bouncing off the walls, often really clingy, but just as often hiding under the bed for some alone time. In terms of breed... hm. A pug was suggested to me, and seems appropriate, but I've never known one personally, so I'm not sure. (Nor will I ever be unless I turn into an animal, I guess!)

We all enjoy the internet. Where is your favorite place on the internet and why?
Gaia, of course. It's really terribly jarring to realize that I've been on this website for more than a third of my life, but I know I wouldn't stick around if I didn't enjoy it, and I've met some truly wonderful people (both offline and on) thanks to Gaia. While I don't post very often these days, I still love it here. Aside from the obvious, my favorite place is probably a Google Doc I share with some friends, which we use as a sort of lag-time chat room. I also enjoy Fallen London, a fun story-based game.

You have the ability to see the future, and you find out that the world is going to end in a month. What do you do in that time span?
I'd love to take the people important to me and just go somewhere. Lots of somewheres, ideally, as many of the places I want to visit as possible. Nothing else we do will have meaning, so best to do something personally meaningful with the people who matter.

Where do you see yourself in five years?
In New York, really. I can't see myself living anywhere else. Except maybe Japan for a short period. (In my dreams, really.) In terms of where in my life, I have no idea. Experience suggests I'll be in the same place, but that's horribly depressing, so let's say that in five years I'll be creating my niche in the world. Not so ambitious that it'll never happen, but further along than I am now.

Is there any other information you'd like to tell me?
Aside from the fact that you are an incredible sweetheart to be doing something like this? Hm. I'm a big tokusatsu fan. My only home gaming system is a PS2, and it was a birthday present from myself a couple of years ago, which I mostly got to play Legend of Mana, but have indulged in a few other inexpensive games that I've enjoyed. (Okami is amazing so far!) And I tend to be really shy and bad at knowing what to say, or even having something to say, but this is something I'm working on! I think I stick to RP so I can say things in character instead of having to make conversation myself. sweatdrop So thanks to the shopowners and regulars like you for making a place I feel somewhat comfortable in! heart




Who Are You: DivineSaturn
Phony Name: Wistful Whisper
Link to Quest Thread: Bam!

Prompt One:
It's a beautiful, sunny day. "Wow! Phonyland sure is full of interesting Phonies! It's so colorful and happy, too!" you shout out loud as you wander around the theme park. Eventually your hooves guide you to the Admin portion of the park, and it feels like things are getting a bit darker. You know this is the factory section where you were made, but you can help to shake the feeling that this is someplace you really don't want to be. It seems one of the workers left a back door propped open. Your curiosity is killing you; this is your chance to see where you came from. Do you enter the building, and what do you find?

"Wow! Phonyland sure is full of interesting Phonies! It's so colorful and happy, too!" Wistful Whisper shouted. Sort of.

True to her name, Wistful Whisper, often nicknamed Wisty, wasn't the most vocal Phony in Phonyland. While she could speak, she usually chose not to, instead feeling most comfortable expressing herself in a different way. For the statement about Phonies and color and happiness, she started by darting back and forth, as if greeting a number of different Phonies. The colors were indicated by a sweep of a hoof in an arch overhead, as if she was painting an invisible rainbow. Happiness was shown with a number of leaps, where she was literally jumping for joy. Without a care in the world, she continued leaping, twirling, and gliding, not even noticing where she was going, dancing for the sheer joy of dancing.

Until a shadow fell over her, and she looked up. In her frenzy, she had ended up someplace she had never been before. A tall building loomed over her, cold and foreboding, a complete contrast to the feelings that had inspired her latest artistic outburst. She shivered and took a few steps back without thinking about it. As a general rule, Wisty disliked buildings, even warm and inviting ones. This one was doubly frightening to her, and she didn't want to be anywhere near it, let alone inside it.

Before she could run, though, a sign mounted over a nearby door, slightly ajar, caught her eye: Phonyland Phony Factory. In smaller print underneath, it read All unauthorized personnel keep out. This means you!

That, Wisty decided, was her cue to leave. But she didn't. Instead, she took a slow, careful step forward. Then another one, to the side, moving one hoof at a time, and setting each one down before stepping again. It felt as if she was being drawn in by an invisible force, and her head tilted back as she tried to resist her urge.

Her urge? Startled by the realization, she stopped, her head snapping back into a normal position. Yes, she did want to go inside. Or rather, she wanted to know what was in there. Ideally, she would be able to find out without actually going in, since she really did not want to be anywhere near that building, let alone inside it. Since that was unlikely, her body was at war with itself, representing her conflicting desires: to get as far away from that factory as possible, and to discover what was inside.

Wisty had never been a particularly philosophical Phony before. She was not the type to puzzle over her own existence. She existed, and that was a good thing. It meant that she could dance, and have flowers, and meet wonderful people. For her, that was enough. Yet to be confronted with the possibility of answers to questions she never knew she had, and walk away without investigating further, felt wrong. She owed it to herself to dig deeper, to learn more, and to use that as fuel for her works of art.

Which meant going into the building. The big, scary building.

As she thought her options and her motivations over, Wisty began to move again. She stepped to the left, then to the right. Her front hooves bent, lowering her to the ground, before straightening suddenly and launching her into the air. She did a twist before landing, stumbling slightly, her hooves carving small grooves into the dirt path. Then she was off again, letting her body act out what she was feeling. She didn't even think about her movements, they just happened, fueled by her confusion and inner conflict. More often than not, she chose to speak with dance rather than words. This was the same, except she was basically talking to herself.

If you're presented with the opportunity to find out more about yourself, and about the world, aren't you obligated to take it? Wisty's curious side argued, as she took several hasty steps forward, then reached, longingly, for the door. Not just your own sake, not just for your art, but for the good of everyone?

The cautious side felt that Curiosity had overplayed its argument, and Wisty stopped as if she'd hit a wall, crumpling to the ground and rolling away from the door. Whatever you find in there won't change the status quo. Phonies are made however they're made. What can knowing the process accomplish?

It can answer questions that other Phonies might have, Curiosity snapped, and Wisty lurched to her feet, taking slow steps as if she was pulling a heavy load behind her.

Other Phonies can make their own choices, Caution snapped back, and Wisty looked behind her, then to each side. It's not like this place is hidden. You have to decide what's best for you, and let others take care of themselves.

As the two voices, two desires, continued to bicker, Wisty's movements became more frantic, more erratic. She spun in a circle, occasionally lashing out with a hoof. Then, a gong sounded in her mind. She dropped to the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut, as the moment of clarity bubbled forth.

Would going into the unknown, and learning whatever secrets were hidden there, change who she was? Would Wistful Whisper walk out as a different Phony from the one standing there now, trying to make up her mind? Curiosity and Caution were quiet as Wisty thought about it, finally shaking her head slowly from side to side. No. Regardless of her usual and unusual wants and needs, nothing she found in there would change anything about her. Which meant that there was no reason to go in, and plenty of reasons to stay away.

Wisty stood once more, staggering as she did so. She was exhausted from exertion, but feeling freer than she had since she'd first spotted the building. Once she had caught her breath and dusted herself off, she took one step away. Then another. Nothing prevented her from leaving. Curiosity had been silenced for the moment, and Caution was making sure it stayed that way, well aware of how close that had been.

Now that she wasn't conflicted, she could go back to being happy. After all, it was a beautful day in a beautiful place with wonderful people and Phonies! Given those circumstances- and blissful silence in her mind- what reason did she have to be anything but happy?

Two steps turned to three, then four, and then Wisty was off, giggling. She loved to dance, but she was an Earth Phony, and sometimes Earth Phonies just needed to run. It wasn't long before she had left the gloomy building behind her, as she ran off in search of something more fun to occupy her time. In a place like Phonyland, the possibilities were endless!



Prompt Two:
A festival! What a treat! It seems that all the Phonies in Phonyland have gathered in the center of Phony City to celebrate a birthday! There are balloons, games, live bands, and TONS OF FOOD. It seems like they will fry anything and put it on a stick these days. There's a lot going on here. What sort of fun things do you do with the day?

The festival caught Wistful Whisper completely by surprise.

It was lovely, of course, to wake up to festivities and delicious foods and tons of happy Phonies. But Wisty couldn't really enjoy it. Sure, she'd gotten a candy apple, which she nibbled at as she walked through the festival, staying to the edge of crowds. And she enjoyed the music in particular, feeling her hooves tapping to the beat, though she tried not to let herself give in to the music too much. Not when she had a dilemma on her hooves.

This wasn't just any festival. It was a birthday festival. And Wisty, who prided herself on remembering details, had no present. It didn't matter that she'd never met this particular Phony before. She was mortified by her faux pas, and the guilt kept her from enjoying the merriment as much as the others around her.

The only solution, she decided, was to get a present before the festival ended. Which lead to a whole new problem: what could she get for the birthday Phony on such short notice?

There were lots of stalls with fun things, but none of them were actually selling their wares. Instead, one had to play games in order to win things. Wisty stepped up to the nearest booth, which had cute stuffed fish, and gently rapped her hoof on the counter to get the owner's attention. Once she had it, she couldn't think of a way to ask her question non-verbally, so she cleared her throat and spoke in a small voice, barely audible above the noise from the crowd. "Excuse me, but how do you get one of your lovely fish?"

The stallkeeper put three baseballs down on the counter. "Knock over all the bottles, win a fish!"

That didn't sound too hard. Wisty took one of the balls and looked at it. It was heavier than she expected of a ball its size. Figuring she'd need some extra oomph, she pulled back and then threw it at the pyramid of bottles in front of her.

The ball whizzed straight by the pyramid, not even touching any of the bottles. Wisty frowned. Maybe that was too much oomph. She'd been so focused on getting it to go fast that she hadn't aimed enough. So this time she stared at the pyramid for several moments, before she finally let the ball fly. It soared up, then dropped like a stone, right in front of the bottles. Momentum rolled it into one of the bottles, which shook, but didn't fall.

The first time she'd had enough strength, but not enough control. The second time, she'd had enough control, but not enough strength. Wisty wasn't sure that she could manage to mix the two in such a way that would get the ball where it needed to go. She only had one more chance. More nervous now, she fumbled the ball, and it dropped behind the counter before she could even throw it.

The stallkeeper reached for the ball and set it back on the counter. "I'll pretend I didn't see that," he said with a wink.

Wisty wasn't sure that would help. She could feel her face turning red from embarassment. She didn't spend much time on her last chance, just throwing it halfheartedly at the pyramid. As expected, it only got partway there, and was way off center. Wisty hid her face behind her hooves. "Th-thank you," she managed to stammer, bowing quickly as she made a hasty retreat.

Her luck at other game booths was similarly abysmal. At the ring toss booth, all of her rings bounced off of the pegs. The water squirt stallkeeper was soaked now, since she had been unable to hold her water gun steady enough to shoot the target. Wisty herself was also soaked, from her unsuccessful attempt at apple bobbing. She hadn't even been able to bring herself to try the dunk tank, since winning would mean making yet another Phony wet for no reason, which was not something she wanted.

Instead, she huddled behind a stage, with napkins to wipe her face and hair dry, and a funnel cake to restore her energy. She was just wiping powdered sugar off of her face when she heard music on the stage. Not just any music, but Happy Birthday to You. The birthday Phony was there, and the festival would end at any moment!

Frantic for a gift of any kind, Wisty raced to the front of the stage, where a crowd had formed. There, onstage, was the birthday Phony, wearing a paper crown and stamping her hooves as the band continued to play. She looked at the other booths, but they were already starting to close up. Hanging her head, Wisty stayed in the crowd, trying to hide amongst the others. She felt awful.

But as she listened to the music, which went on longer than she expected it to, she couldn't stay depressed. She closed her eyes and swayed with the beat, moving one hoof forwards, then backwards. She spun in a circle as the tempo increased. Then it began to crescendo, and she was lost in the music, doing what felt right, since it was better than doing nothing and feeling terrible.

The worse she felt, the more flashy her moves got, in an attempt to counter the unpleasant feelings that she was trying to block out. She jumped and twirled. She stood on her hind legs, and then kicked them out, as she shifted her weight to her front ones. She stretched up high and then went down low to the ground. This wasn't the controlled sort of dance that she did as performance, but she figured that everyone's eyes would be on the birthday Phony, leaving her free to do whatever she pleased.

Except that when the music was over and Wisty, bowed down to the ground, opened her eyes, she noticed that there was a wide circle around her. Every Phony was watching her, and none of them were saying anything. The bad feelings that she had managed to chase away with her dance had returned a hundredfold, along with her red face. More than anything, she just wanted to go home and never come out. She was about to do just that, when-

"Bravo!" The birthday Phony stamped her hooves excitedly, and the crowd followed suit. "That was beautful! What a nice present to end the festival!"

Wisty just stared blankly. Her dance was a gift? It was true that she sometimes performed for an audience, but this wasn't the sort of dance she did in those situations. It was totally self-absorbed and uncontrolled. And yet, other people had enjoyed it. If it gave them pleasure, did it really matter why she danced?

Standing up straight, Wisty nodded at the birthday Phony, then bowed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, her voice faint as she tried to catch her breath. "Happy Birthday!"

"Happy Birthday!" the crowd echoed. And just like that, the moment was over. Other Phonies rushed in to the space they had cleared, offering presents and well-wishes to the birthday Phony. Wisty was no longer the center of attention, which suited her just fine. She had never intended to steal the show that way, but it all worked out for the best, and that was what mattered.

Still, she thought, it might not be a bad idea to work out a series of dances to perform for special occasions such as this one. Just in case she found herself in a pinch again. Now that she knew that her dancing could be a gift, she never had to go present shopping ever again.

OR BOTH: YUP, BOTH. Thank you, ma'am! heart