[Whenever B gets around to passing through the family room, a winged-pony happens to be sprawled out on the couch - sitting upright much like a very lazy human - and watching television.
Rainbow Dash knows the drone woman will try to shoo her off the couch, but luckily she no longer has four drones attempting to chase her out of the house. As far as she's concerned, this place is hers.
She doesn't realize the drone father is gone yet.]
No, wait. Once he gets over the shock... Well, from the human-like way she's sitting, could she be a kid in a costume? A kid that catches frisbees with her mouth. The feral pony-child, raised by wild mustangs....
[Just flipping through channels, occasionally stopping to watching the 50s children cartoons that end up popping up on the screen. How does a pony work a remote with hooves? Cartoon logic of course!
She looks startled when B starts talking to her.]
Oh, uh, hey!
[Quickly glancing over to the photos - just like how the kid appeared in the photos, so did this guy.]
[it talks and can use the remote control. At least that supports his kid-in-a-costume idea. He pulls on his lip, his eyes unblinking as he keeps trying to puzzle out this character by simple observation. Her attitude rubs him the wrong way though.]
[If she notices anything about his attitude towards her, she doesn't comment on it. She's just pleased that he's talking to her normally, about time someone realized that this was her house. Not that little dinky house in the backyard.
Yeah, she misses the sarcasm completely.]
Tch, you want a rundown of this place? I guess I can give ya that. This place is called Mayfield, it's a creepy town and if you try to leave you'll just end right back where you started. Whatever house ya wake up in is where you're supposed to live or whatever. Dunno how it really works, since the lady who lives here keeps calling me a dog. I mean c'mon, do I look like a dog to you? Anyway, I guess since you woke up here you live here now.
And this town takes away your stuff when you get here, but you can get it back later.
[well, it took his things to the new location from where they had been, and it took the stuffed animals from somewhere they should have been - probably an evidence room - but taken away? No, it certainly hadn't. So he is looking thoughtful.]
Well, I haven't done a full inventory yet.... But so far, so good. As nice as that is, though, the rest of your story... hmm.... it sounds far fetched.
[Especially coming from the mouth of a rainbow pony.]
Huh? That's not fair! They took my wings when I got here!
Hmpf, well she's weird. Almost like she's happy about being here or something. And she keeps mistaking me for a dog, I don't think she's seen a pony in her life. And she won't listen to a word I say!
[unbelievable. The wings are real - if he had any doubts, just feeling them pull back naturally was convincing. He lets go, letting his hand fall at his side as he stares.]
.....
[This is preposterous. He is supposed to be on track for defeating L right now. He suddenly wants to scream and kick something. Maybe even the stupid pony. Instead, he rubs an eye and grumbles]
Rainbow Dash knows the drone woman will try to shoo her off the couch, but luckily she no longer has four drones attempting to chase her out of the house. As far as she's concerned, this place is hers.
She doesn't realize the drone father is gone yet.]
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There's a pony on the couch.
Are ponies' legs even supposed to go that way?
No, wait. Once he gets over the shock... Well, from the human-like way she's sitting, could she be a kid in a costume? A kid that catches frisbees with her mouth. The feral pony-child, raised by wild mustangs....
ah, he'd better just talk to her.]
Excuse me.
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She looks startled when B starts talking to her.]
Oh, uh, hey!
[Quickly glancing over to the photos - just like how the kid appeared in the photos, so did this guy.]
You must be the new guy!
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And I suppose that would make you the senior.
[his tone almost completely masks his sarcasm.]
Then are you about to show me the ropes?
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Yeah, she misses the sarcasm completely.]
Tch, you want a rundown of this place? I guess I can give ya that. This place is called Mayfield, it's a creepy town and if you try to leave you'll just end right back where you started. Whatever house ya wake up in is where you're supposed to live or whatever. Dunno how it really works, since the lady who lives here keeps calling me a dog. I mean c'mon, do I look like a dog to you? Anyway, I guess since you woke up here you live here now.
And this town takes away your stuff when you get here, but you can get it back later.
What else do you wanna know?
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[well, it took his things to the new location from where they had been, and it took the stuffed animals from somewhere they should have been - probably an evidence room - but taken away? No, it certainly hadn't. So he is looking thoughtful.]
What does it mean if it doesn't take your things?
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You mean you got to keep all your stuff?
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Well, I haven't done a full inventory yet.... But so far, so good. As nice as that is, though, the rest of your story... hmm.... it sounds far fetched.
[Especially coming from the mouth of a rainbow pony.]
What do you know about the lady of the house?
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Hmpf, well she's weird. Almost like she's happy about being here or something. And she keeps mistaking me for a dog, I don't think she's seen a pony in her life. And she won't listen to a word I say!
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[But it doesn't tell him much, unfortunately. Anyway, why just the wings? He gets a bit closer to examine, head still at that strange angle.]
... Are they detachable?
[don't mind him giving a bit of an experimental tug. What are boundaries??]
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[Just attempting to pull those wings back now.]
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.....
[This is preposterous. He is supposed to be on track for defeating L right now. He suddenly wants to scream and kick something. Maybe even the stupid pony. Instead, he rubs an eye and grumbles]
This is not happening.
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It's happening all right. We might be stuck here for now, but I'm not sticking around in this dump no matter how long it takes to get out.
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Uh, I've been here since...early April or something.
[A pause. Was it two months already?]
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[obviously no, it isn't. But it was when he was taken from.]
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