Righto, well keep a mind on where he's walking for me then. If he treads on one of the half buried flagstones you can figure where he'll end up, so that's your avenue for catching up with the party.
Wait, what flagstones? I didn't realize there were rocks with the golem?
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"Everything I see is total, unblemished reality...Except for the flying carrots. Those are probably fake." ~Trixie
The odd shape of the dunes only looked like a shallow half-bowl from a long distance away. When you were in it, it was more like a gigantic amphitheatre of sand; its wings stretching away into the night. It took them a good quarter hour to walk down to the base where the ground levelled out again. Beyond, the desert stretched out in front of them in a flat line, straight as an arrow. Dunes loomed in the darkness, rising on either side of the path that was dotted with the occasional slab of half buried rock.
Half-buried rock slabs = flagstones for lack of a better term.
I guess I need more practise with my scene descriptions in times like this. Anywhoo, if you can picture a semicircle on a stick, that's the top down view of the lay of the land right now.
The semi-circle is the large sandy dune area they just came down, and beyond them there's a long straight path that runs in between dunes (kind of like a valley in the sand) with the occasional half buried flagstone along it. It's like a ruined road.
Mr Rocky has been just following that road after he finished his descent, while everyone else trod on a stone at the beginning.
As for the saddlebags, I'd assume so, or at least he'll have the ones with his medicines and chemicals in them. Grease should also have her tools and Cork his paints.
Crown Cork gets over existential conflicts rather quickly, doesn't he?
He's got a lot of practice.
Really, the appearance of Dive Bomb was what set him straight. If he'd taken longer with the rock monster, we would've gotten more of Cork's panicked wrangling with the shifting views of reality. Perhaps him realizing that his legs could've gotten sore walking that long, cobblestone road, or that his watch was now set to the correct afternoon time instead of the morning that he came from. Once DB showed up and they established, "Okay, touching the rocks brings you here, and that pony also saw Igneous," then he could rest easy knowing that reality wasn't being reborn, it was just more kooky magic.
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We're like the weeping angels from Doctor Who, except with cuddling and friendship instead of horrible death. Don't look away.
I have to actively restrain myself from posting immediately after anyone of you guys post anything
Gotta give ponies the opportunity to respond.
PS: Is Cork accepting the cookies and making an excuse for anyone who refuses? Or is he taking his leave too? Was a little unclear.
I went back and forth on this, so there might've been a few versions up saying different things. What he is doing is (gladly) accepting tea and cookies, but also making excuses for anypony who doesn't wish to partake.
There's more I want to say on this whole situation, but I'll wait to see how things turn out.
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We're like the weeping angels from Doctor Who, except with cuddling and friendship instead of horrible death. Don't look away.
Anywhoo, I won't be able to post tonight, too busy. I'll throw up another post sometime tomorrow so you can figure out if anyone else wants a cookie before then
Posting frequency seems to have dropped off a little for one or two of you guys. Is it just the holiday/exam season over there, or something else?
I don't have any problem with the pace slowing down as the RP gets into a rhythm. It's more that missing the one-post-a-day requirement is throwing off the flow of action a bit, so I'm hoping it's not a sign of interest dying.
I think it's mostly the holiday season. I thought that it would mean more time for posting, but it turns out that I'm spending far more time away from my computer. I'll try to keep up, though.
Open your mind,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a lost colt,
I need no sympathy,
(I keep wondering if muscial numbers will wreck the mood of this RP or not )
Fair enough about the holiday times, although I'd still like to hear from Ravian. Don't mind if posts devolve to one liners until you guys get more time, but just don't want to be waiting on a specific pony to do something before moving along the story.
Oh and for reference, Vereia's name is pronounced: Vur-Ray-ah
Not that it matters, clearly she is an unimportant NPC.
I'm here though lately I've had less time since I've got a senior project to finish. I'm almost done so by mid December I should be very lacking in work.
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Open your mind,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a lost colt,
I need no sympathy,
(I keep wondering if muscial numbers will wreck the mood of this RP or not )
Fair enough about the holiday times, although I'd still like to hear from Ravian. Don't mind if posts devolve to one liners until you guys get more time, but just don't want to be waiting on a specific pony to do something before moving along the story.
Oh and for reference, Vereia's name is pronounced: Vur-Ray-ah
Not that it matters, clearly she is an unimportant NPC.
Musical numbers can improve any campaign. Even horror campaigns.
And yep, I'm sure the NPC that received ~2 1/2 paragraphs of description (and a guide on name pronunciation) is totally unimportant. Eeeeeeyup.
Mr and Mrs Cake are pronounced exactly as they look!
Kah-KAY?
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Musical numbers can improve any campaign. Even horror campaigns.
And yep, I'm sure the NPC that received ~2 1/2 paragraphs of description (and a guide on name pronunciation) is totally unimportant. Eeeeeeyup.
I agree. Music makes everything better.
On that note, I believe that a modified version of Bohemian Rhapsody may capture Dive Bomb perfectly.
Spoiler
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a dream world
No escape to reality!
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor colt,
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Flying high; soaring low!
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a friend
I left him in his bed,
Did my studies, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
I won't be coming back at all tomorrow,
But carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
You found me in my den,
I said, "You'll not see me again!"
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and find the truth
Mama, ooo - (any way the wind blows)
Now, I gotta fly!
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I throw myself into the studies of the land
Study hard! Study hard! Cuz I don't need a friend, no!
Nimble Bolt and Thunderhead -- very, very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Figaro -- magnifico!
I'm just a poor colt, nobody loves me
He's just a poor colt with a lost family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go -- will you let me go?
Celestia! No! We will not let you go! -- Let him go!
Celestia! We will not let you go! -- Let him go!
Celestia! We will not let you go! -- Let me go!
Will not let you go! -- Let me go! Never!
Never let you go! -- Let me go!
Never let me go! -- ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh Mama mia, Mama mia, Mama mia! Let me go!
Psychology has a devil put aside for me!
for me!
for me!!
So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me and die?
Oh Nimble -- can't do this to me, Nimble!
Just gotta get out -- just gotta learn more about life now
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Medicine really matters
Anyone can see
Med'cine really matters
Medicine really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
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Allons-y!
"Everything I see is total, unblemished reality...Except for the flying carrots. Those are probably fake." ~Trixie
On that note, I believe that a modified version of Bohemian Rhapsody may capture Dive Bomb perfectly.
Spoiler
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a dream world
No escape to reality!
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor colt,
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Flying high; soaring low!
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a friend
I left him in his bed,
Did my studies, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
I won't be coming back at all tomorrow,
But carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
You found me in my den,
I said, "You'll not see me again!"
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and find the truth
Mama, ooo - (any way the wind blows)
Now, I gotta fly!
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I throw myself into the studies of the land
Study hard! Study hard! Cuz I don't need a friend, no!
Nimble Bolt and Thunderhead -- very, very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Figaro -- magnifico!
I'm just a poor colt, nobody loves me
He's just a poor colt with a lost family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go -- will you let me go?
Celestia! No! We will not let you go! -- Let him go!
Celestia! We will not let you go! -- Let him go!
Celestia! We will not let you go! -- Let me go!
Will not let you go! -- Let me go! Never!
Never let you go! -- Let me go!
Never let me go! -- ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh Mama mia, Mama mia, Mama mia! Let me go!
Psychology has a devil put aside for me!
for me!
for me!!
So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me and die?
Oh Nimble -- can't do this to me, Nimble!
Just gotta get out -- just gotta learn more about life now
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Medicine really matters
Anyone can see
Med'cine really matters
Medicine really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
I may have just listened to the song while singing along to these lyrics. Good show, sir, they match up pretty darn well.
Maybe we should try to develop some communal songs for deployment in the RP, first one to come up with a situationally fitting piece of original lyrics, that everyone agrees is worthy, gets bonus XP next time we rest?
Bonus points if it has parts for each character!
No cribbing off existing pop songs though, makes it too easy and they never quite fit I think.
If you want to use another melody to give us an idea of how it sounds when sung then sure. It's not mandatory, but it might help convince the others that your song is superior
As the unofficial party bard: spontaneous song time!
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In the Desert We met in a train station,--so long ago, it seems--
We could not have expected that we'd come to such extremes
when we took the train to Ponyville. We thought it would be good,
But somehow things did not turn out exactly how they should...
The night was dark; a burst of flame sent us to who-knows-where
We woke up in a desert with naught but sand and air.
We'd no idea of where we were, or which way to go.
We had to help our injured friend, but how we didn't know!
In the desert! In the desert!
Made a sled to drag our new friend!
In the desert! In the desert!
Had to find a way back home, least until our journey's end!
Using stars to find the way, we made our plans to leave.
But when he poked some glowing rocks, the ground began to heave.
It was a monster of magic and rock!
Bet you can imagine our fear and our shock!
In the desert! In the desert!
It chased us all over the place
In the desert! In the desert!
Shot a rock into my face!
In the desert! In the desert!
Said I was an evil crook, wouldn't let me plead my case.
Took him into custody, promised a trial and case
at the City of five Nations; I wonder, where's that place?
But then Cork gave the thing a gift: a brightly painted stone!
It seemed to like the colored thing; for his crime it did atone!
In the desert! In the desert!
It led us across the dead waste.
In the desert! In the desert!
Had to travel with some haste.
In the desert! In the desert!
So as on the sand it paced, after it we all did chase.
It had us walking through the night cross the desert land.
We lost one friend as he went sliding down the sand.
While they went to chase our friend, to watch the beast I flew
I guess we all touched some rocks, and now we're here with you!
Where are we now? Where are we now?
I'm not sure I understand.
Where's our friend and our supplies too?
We can't find them though we've scanned.
Where are we now? Where are we now?
Maybe you can help us please? Tell us how to get back home!
Don't know how we got where we are; it's truly an odd tale!
We want to figure out our path; from Equestria we hale.
Please can you help us find our way, so towards home we can go?
We want to go home, so we beg! Help us find our path!
Oh, I hope you know!
From the desert to our homeland!
It's only been a day or two,
But we want to get to our homes!
And therefore we come to you!
From the desert to our homeland!
Do you know Equestria? This story, you know it's true! We hope you can see us throoouugh!
To... our... home.
+1 cookie to whomever recognizes the melody first, based solely off the lyrics.
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"Everything I see is total, unblemished reality...Except for the flying carrots. Those are probably fake." ~Trixie
Hmm, I can't place the song unfortunately. The rhythm of the words is just slightly off enough (in syllable count) to throw me off.
Welp, it's a good song. My only real complaint is that it's very recappy. I'm thinking we need something more about themes; of being lost or missing home or simply a song about pushing on. Something more ... forward looking? (Gah, can't really describe just yet, need to ponder it a bit.)
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