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revenance_rpg2014-01-26 08:32 pm
juniorganymedian) wrote in revenance_rpg2014-01-26 08:32 pm
Strange Things Are Happening to Me
Who: Jeeves and anyone in Ponyville
What: Jeeves finds his hooves in Ponyville and goes investigating.
Where: Around Ponyville in various places.
When: Throughout the second day of the week and into night
Warnings: None planned. Will add as needed.
[Scenario A]
Four legs. Jeeves stood still as he tried to figure out when exactly he had transformed between stepping into the portal and arriving in Ponyville. Not knowing when his body went from his own to an equine shape was almost as disturbing as being an equine. Four legs and a tail and a nose that protruded much farther than it should. The valet closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The fact that everything in the place was a shade of pastel rainbow wasn't helping. At least he could see that he was some sort of white pony with a black mane; this coloration was tolerable.
Descartes landing on his head and squeaking broke Jeeves from his reverie. The newly-minted stallion shook his head to dislodge the animal and took a tentative step forward. Or, rather, he moved one of his front hooves and shifted his weight. Not having knees was disturbing. Jeeves picked up one of his back legs high before setting that down. Horses had never been of great interest to the gentlemen he worked for, so his only real experience with them was during the War. He felt nothing like a warhorse, and suspected he looked ridiculous.
Jeeves struck off to find somewhere less conspicuous to practice his four-legged walking. At least he had yet to trip. That would be most unbecoming.
[Scenario B]
Once he'd mastered the basics of movement in his new body, Jeeves made for the landmarks he'd heard discussed in the scrolls. He might be found poking about the market square and the outside of Carousel Boutique, and inside the Ponyville library. He was interested in magic and the Elements, having discovered that he was in possession of some sort of horn on his head. Upon catching sight of fellow dreamers, Jeeves nodded politely and greeted them with "Good day, sir," or "Good day, miss," as appropriate. He didn't recognize most of them in their pony form, but it wouldn't do to be impolite.
"I wonder if you might have noted the peculiar weather patterns to the southwest. Have you noted any other peculiarities beyond what might naturally occur in this realm?" Because it bore asking, really.
[Scenario C]
Jeeves waited for the moon to rise over Ponyville. He'd seen it in one of Princess Luna's communications, but he wanted to watch it with his own eyes. It was much too early for night by his internal reckoning, but that had been thrown off over the course of the week. Once the stars had begun to show properly, the unicorn made for the edge of the forest, Descartes trailing after him. He had no intention of entering the woods, but he'd heard mention of the howling the day previous. Timber wolves and their howling would be the least of his concerns, though, as a pair of Juggle Pups scurried out of the darkness and toward him.
He tried to recall what Sora's guide had said about the creatures' weaknesses as Descartes flew forward to defend. One of the Pups threw its ball and knocked Descartes out of the air and onto the ground in front of Jeeves. That would be problematic.
What: Jeeves finds his hooves in Ponyville and goes investigating.
Where: Around Ponyville in various places.
When: Throughout the second day of the week and into night
Warnings: None planned. Will add as needed.
[Scenario A]
Four legs. Jeeves stood still as he tried to figure out when exactly he had transformed between stepping into the portal and arriving in Ponyville. Not knowing when his body went from his own to an equine shape was almost as disturbing as being an equine. Four legs and a tail and a nose that protruded much farther than it should. The valet closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The fact that everything in the place was a shade of pastel rainbow wasn't helping. At least he could see that he was some sort of white pony with a black mane; this coloration was tolerable.
Descartes landing on his head and squeaking broke Jeeves from his reverie. The newly-minted stallion shook his head to dislodge the animal and took a tentative step forward. Or, rather, he moved one of his front hooves and shifted his weight. Not having knees was disturbing. Jeeves picked up one of his back legs high before setting that down. Horses had never been of great interest to the gentlemen he worked for, so his only real experience with them was during the War. He felt nothing like a warhorse, and suspected he looked ridiculous.
Jeeves struck off to find somewhere less conspicuous to practice his four-legged walking. At least he had yet to trip. That would be most unbecoming.
[Scenario B]
Once he'd mastered the basics of movement in his new body, Jeeves made for the landmarks he'd heard discussed in the scrolls. He might be found poking about the market square and the outside of Carousel Boutique, and inside the Ponyville library. He was interested in magic and the Elements, having discovered that he was in possession of some sort of horn on his head. Upon catching sight of fellow dreamers, Jeeves nodded politely and greeted them with "Good day, sir," or "Good day, miss," as appropriate. He didn't recognize most of them in their pony form, but it wouldn't do to be impolite.
"I wonder if you might have noted the peculiar weather patterns to the southwest. Have you noted any other peculiarities beyond what might naturally occur in this realm?" Because it bore asking, really.
[Scenario C]
Jeeves waited for the moon to rise over Ponyville. He'd seen it in one of Princess Luna's communications, but he wanted to watch it with his own eyes. It was much too early for night by his internal reckoning, but that had been thrown off over the course of the week. Once the stars had begun to show properly, the unicorn made for the edge of the forest, Descartes trailing after him. He had no intention of entering the woods, but he'd heard mention of the howling the day previous. Timber wolves and their howling would be the least of his concerns, though, as a pair of Juggle Pups scurried out of the darkness and toward him.
He tried to recall what Sora's guide had said about the creatures' weaknesses as Descartes flew forward to defend. One of the Pups threw its ball and knocked Descartes out of the air and onto the ground in front of Jeeves. That would be problematic.
A
"Just put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the floooooor!
Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be trottin' out the door!
You just gotta get the right rhythm!
Just listen to Pinkie's little song!
Just flick that little tail and keep with 'em!
Your hooves will carry you all day long!
Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the floooooor!
Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be trottin' out the door!"
She was moonwalking for at least half of that song, which might impact the message negatively just a little bit. Pinkie finishes the last verse on her hind hooves, with a few high kicks, and then tosses her hat and cane (which just now appeared in her hooves) off into the bushes and drops back down to all fours. "So? Did that help? I just wrote it right now!"
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The valet managed to gather his wits about him enough to respond after a few seconds. "It is most gratifying to have a song written in the effort to educate someone unfamiliar with hooves, Ms. Pie. I must admit I am somewhat surprised you had accompaniment. Is there a band somewhere nearby?" His eyes darted quickly about, though he didn't expect to see anything. The music had sounded as if it was coming from all around him.
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On the other side of the trail, the massive Meowjesty lumbered out of the treeline and flopped down on the ground again, giving a massive yawn. Pinkie's hat had landed at a cocked angle on top of his crown.
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Which, given that this place seemed to be a product of an unsound mind, was not out of the realm of possibilities.
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Leaning up to grab her hat, she jumped down to the ground again. "Oh, here! Have a Welcome Cupcake!" Pinkie offered Jeeves a cupcake. It looked pristine, even though it didn't seem to have come from any particular source.
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Jeeves just held it for several seconds before finding the mental fortitude to address... the pink mare. Everything about her needed addressing, not just her questions. "Apart from stage productions designed around a storyline - typically one of a light, situational comedy variety - music is not used in such a manner, miss. And such musical numbers are rehearsed as a part of the play. It is a most unusual world." He meant hers, but she probably thought that of his.
And there was just one last thing that he had to say. "Miss Pie, how am I holding a cupcake without the aid of hands?"
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At the question, she looked down at his hoof. Then up at his face. Then, with a raised eyebrow, back down at his hoof. Bending over, she peered underneath his hoof for a few seconds before straightening and proclaiming proudly:
"You're holding it in your hoof!"
Weird kind of trick question, but she'd totally gotten it right!
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"I was referring more to the fact that equine hooves are not known for their dexterity, miss," he said. "Is there some magic in this place bending such physical limitations?" Jeeves was beginning to despise the lack of adherence to the physically possible here. It was most disturbing.
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"If you wanna hold things with magic, you're gonna have to use your horn! I can't really tell you how, 'cause I'm not a unicorn, but telekinesis is pretty easy! Any unicorn can do that!"
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And then Descartes decided that if his person was not going to eat the cupcake, then someone ought to. The Komory Bat snagged the improbable sweet out of Jeeves' hoof and landed on the ground nearby to dig in with a joyous squeak. Jeeves breathed deeply and dropped his hoof. "Her Royal Highness, Princess Celestia, was kind enough to offer some instruction in telekinesis, in any case." He lifted the spirit for a moment before setting it back down, a faint purple glow surrounding the animal as he did so. "I am still most mystified by much of your world, however, and its... peculiar mechanics. Do you reside here permanently?"
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Had he seen Sugarcube Corner? Pinkie slid back down to stand next to him, peering up to make sure the building was visible. "Princess Luna WAS living here in Rainbow Dash's house for a little bit, and she said she was gonna make a cloud castle, but then she went back to Traverse Town so it was just me again."
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"I have not explored the town to any great extent, though. I would not wish to impose, but would you be willing to point out any additional relevant landmarks within the village?"
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Pinkie cut off her chatter with a loud gasp. That gave her the greatest idea! "Ooh! Ooh! Tour time!" Grabbing one of Jeeves's hooves in hers, she dragged him up the side of the waiting Meowjesty with her, somehow scaling the beast's back backwards and with three hooves. "C'mon, Lord Tubbington! Let's do this tour in STYLE!"
Ponderously, Lord Tubbington arose and began galumphing towards town.
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He looked over at Pinkie and mimicked her stance. Their hooves were not normal, he had to remind himself of that. The rules that should apply to them did not. "While I appreciate your and your spirit's enthusiasm, Ms. Pie, a walking tour would have been more than sufficient for my purposes." His voice was tense as he watched the ground pass below them, visions of horses breaking legs and having to be euthanized with the business end of a rifle during the War flashing through his head.
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"Here's the market square! This is where you'd go to buy stuff, if there was anypony here to sell stuff. I think I might make it into a giant ball pit. Oh, and that's Town Hall! There's nothing in there anymore much either! That's Quills and Sofas, they've still got some sofas in there if you need one! And here's Sugarcube Corner! I've been keeping IT running, mostly!"
Wow. Giving the tour was actually kinda sad when no one lived here anymore.
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When they stopped - however briefly - in front of Sugarcube Corner, Jeeves sprang off Lord Tubbington's back and landed with as much grace he reasonably could on the pathway. "I would be most interested in a more thorough examination of the inside of the establishment, Ms. Pie." Because that meant he wasn't atop that creature. "I am fond of baked goods."
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"AWESOME! LET'S GOOOOOOOO~!" Holding that note, she dragged Jeeves through the door. "These are the tables where the customers sit! And this is the display case! Sorry it's empty, I decided it wasn't really worth filling it up every day! All the stuff's back here in the kitchen! C'mon, you can have as much as you want! There's SO MUCH!"
Jeeves, you may have made an error here.
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"Oh NO! Are you okay? I'm so so so SO sorry!" She darted around him briefly for a few seconds, hovering and unsure of what exactly to do. "Do you wanna go to - oh no wait, Lotus and Aloe aren't here. Nevermind. I could try to give you a massage?"
The mare smiled confidently as she offered, but really she knew her massages weren't as good as the spa ponies' would have been. She didn't even really do it all that often! Of course she was sure she could, but...
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"That will not be necessary, Ms. Pie, I am merely attempting to take precautions to prevent any possible aggravation." And he meant that in so very many ways. "I would much rather see your excellent comestibles. You baked and decorated all of them yourself? Most enterprising. Where did you acquire the necessary goods? Was the kitchen in this realm stocked as it usually is when in the waking world for you?"
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As she was talking, she opened several pantries and one of the refrigerators, before finally grabbing a cloth in her mouth and using it to remove a pan of brownies from the oven. He'd just had one of her cupcakes, he should get to try something else now! "I might get 'em moved out sometime, but it's not even really MY store. Here, try a brownie!"
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"It is a most satisfying dessert, Ms. Pie," Jeeves acknowledged with a gracious nod. "Might I inquire, though, that mark on your flank, what is its meaning? I had noted one appeared on my side, as well, and that the other ponies possess them. I had thought, perhaps they had something to do with professions, but that is not the sign of any baker with which I am familiar."
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"I'm given to understand that you are the Element of Laughter. Had you considered hosting a party in the hopes of regaining your Element? Her Royal Highness seemed to think it might be an effective strategy."
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