Twilight Sparkle (
no_vampires_plz) wrote in
milliways_bar2011-06-14 10:45 am
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Twilight Sparkle - First Entry - Lakeside
Twilight Sparkle is not lost.
Really, how could she be lost? She's traveled the path from Ponyville to Zecora's house dozens of times now. She knows it like the back of her hoof.
Sure, she left the path a few minutes ago while fleeing from that massive swarm of bees. Sure, she might have gotten a bit disoriented in the process of said fleeing. Sure, she doesn't recognize where she is right this second. But that doesn't mean she's lost. Any minute now, she'll see a familiar landmark and get back on track again.
...or she'll come upon a clearing she's never been to, containing a lake she's never seen before, backed by mountains she doesn't recognize, alongside a building that doesn't look remotely like Zecora's house.
There is now a purple unicorn pony, about three feet tall at the shoulder, standing at the border of the woods behind Milliways, blinking in bewilderment at what she sees.
"Okay," she says to herself. "I'm officially lost."
[ooc: Good LORD, people. I am flattered from all the attention, but no more new threads plz kthx?]
Really, how could she be lost? She's traveled the path from Ponyville to Zecora's house dozens of times now. She knows it like the back of her hoof.
Sure, she left the path a few minutes ago while fleeing from that massive swarm of bees. Sure, she might have gotten a bit disoriented in the process of said fleeing. Sure, she doesn't recognize where she is right this second. But that doesn't mean she's lost. Any minute now, she'll see a familiar landmark and get back on track again.
...or she'll come upon a clearing she's never been to, containing a lake she's never seen before, backed by mountains she doesn't recognize, alongside a building that doesn't look remotely like Zecora's house.
There is now a purple unicorn pony, about three feet tall at the shoulder, standing at the border of the woods behind Milliways, blinking in bewilderment at what she sees.
"Okay," she says to herself. "I'm officially lost."
[ooc: Good LORD, people. I am flattered from all the attention, but no more new threads plz kthx?]

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His back is to her as he performs the slow, flowing movements.
"You are only saying that because you do not know where you are."
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Yup. Still not aware that he's talking to a tiny purple unicorn.
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Today Stitch is a vampire. This is perfectly obvious in the way he stalks about with the towel obscuring the lower part of his face. (They don't have any black towels, okay? and the top keeps his ears warm.)
"Blaaaah," blaaahs the alien at a bemused turtleduck.
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That's... it's... what the hay is that thing??
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Stitch raises his arms to let the cape flap ominously at the creature's disappearing back. He turns, beginning to set out towards the baseball diamond- and stops short, nostrils snuffling industriously. An ear is swiveled in Twilight's direction. And now a pair of enourmous black eyes.
They proceed to stare back.
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"Hello there," she says gently. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you..."
(She's no Fluttershy, but she'd like to think she's not that bad with animals.)
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Such is asked by the lilting voice of the resident sidhe of Milliways--fairly resident, anyway, though he comes and goes. "Such a funny color for a creature like yourself..."
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"N-o-o-o..." says Twilight slowly. "I don't suppose you know the way back to Ponyville from here?"
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She's barely bigger than a foal, really. But still, a violet-tinted unicorn that speaks is something Fin certainly can't pass up.
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She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. "I've never heard of it."
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Pomona, as is often her wont, is out and about in the forest, having a moment to herself and the trees of Milliways. They are very lovely, if a bit odd.
Twilight Sparkle, however, is not a tree, and after (of course) the moment of hiding (just in case), Pomona peers out from behind a particularly large trunk. "Hello?"
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"Hello!" she calls back. "Do you know the way to Ponyville from here? I'm kind of lost."
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Of course, they don't have horses in Kirkwall, and they don't have unicorns in Thedas, so the dwarf hasn't got a clue what he's seeing. Maybe it's an exceptionally large mabari hound.
With a ... really strange coat.
And a horn.
What.
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Long story short, Varric is getting stared at a bit.
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...
Hope I'm not too late?
He stops dead in his tracks when he sees a - is it purple?
This is Milliways. It pays to be polite. He bows slightly and says, "Well met," in his clear, strong voice. Curious as to the reaction.
Not as long as you're willing to be patient while I tag up.
Willing and able :)
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"Sweetheart," she says, "I don't think you're in Kansas anymore."
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