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You are jolted awake by a dull THUD.
In a fog, you open your eyes and stare forward, into a dull, dark black. After many seconds, you groggily recognize that you are staring at a bedpost, and that you have fallen out of bed.
After another short while, you realize that your room doesn't have a carpet, and that your sheets, which hang off the side of the bed, are not the right color.
You sluggishly roll over, beginning to rise.
Before we proceed, give me this:
>Your name
>Your race of pony
>Gender
In a fog, you open your eyes and stare forward, into a dull, dark black. After many seconds, you groggily recognize that you are staring at a bedpost, and that you have fallen out of bed.
After another short while, you realize that your room doesn't have a carpet, and that your sheets, which hang off the side of the bed, are not the right color.
You sluggishly roll over, beginning to rise.
Before we proceed, give me this:
>Your name
>Your race of pony
>Gender
>>148363
No rolls, then?
All right, you are RUSTY SHAKLEFORD, the EARTH PONY STALLION.
As you rise to your feet and groggily take in the room around you. You face towards the head of the bed, standing alongside it. To your left is a door. A painting of clouds sits in front of you. To your right, a large window, currently too bright to your waking eyes to look through. Stumbling, you turn towards the bed, and note another door behind you.
In the bed lies a quietly sleeping pegasus mare.
>What's her name? She's cute.
No rolls, then?
All right, you are RUSTY SHAKLEFORD, the EARTH PONY STALLION.
As you rise to your feet and groggily take in the room around you. You face towards the head of the bed, standing alongside it. To your left is a door. A painting of clouds sits in front of you. To your right, a large window, currently too bright to your waking eyes to look through. Stumbling, you turn towards the bed, and note another door behind you.
In the bed lies a quietly sleeping pegasus mare.
>What's her name? She's cute.
>>148399
Let's go with that.
You look at your sleeping friend. She is sleeping soundly, but on top of the covers, for whatever reason. You take this time to look around the room a bit more.
The bed itself seems quite smooth, as if it has recently been made. You can see where you rolled off, and see that your pillow went with you, sans the stuffing, which lies in a small, neat pile where the pillow should be.
The rising sun shines directly through the window, so you must assume it faces east. To your south, behind you, the door is firmly shut. To the west, the door is slightly ajar.
>What do?
Let's go with that.
You look at your sleeping friend. She is sleeping soundly, but on top of the covers, for whatever reason. You take this time to look around the room a bit more.
The bed itself seems quite smooth, as if it has recently been made. You can see where you rolled off, and see that your pillow went with you, sans the stuffing, which lies in a small, neat pile where the pillow should be.
The rising sun shines directly through the window, so you must assume it faces east. To your south, behind you, the door is firmly shut. To the west, the door is slightly ajar.
>What do?
>>148415
Yeah, fuck her. She's an asshole.
Wait a second, that's not true. You're just saying that because she's a pegasus. Racist.
>>148416
>>148419
Rolling for direction; 1 for west and 2 for south.
>>148420
You don't see anything to get high on in immediate view, but you could do the yelling part. It might wake Wind Whistler, however. Will you continue?
Rolled 2 = 2
Yeah, fuck her. She's an asshole.
Wait a second, that's not true. You're just saying that because she's a pegasus. Racist.
>>148416
>>148419
Rolling for direction; 1 for west and 2 for south.
>>148420
You don't see anything to get high on in immediate view, but you could do the yelling part. It might wake Wind Whistler, however. Will you continue?
Rolled 2 = 2
>>148422
You proceed south, opening the door with a clumsy wave of your hoof.
The backside of an upended table greets you, blocking easy passage, but you could push it aside without too much effort. The tablecloth blocks your view of the room, supported somehow on the doorframe. You can see that something small lies on the cloth from your viewpoint below.
You proceed south, opening the door with a clumsy wave of your hoof.
The backside of an upended table greets you, blocking easy passage, but you could push it aside without too much effort. The tablecloth blocks your view of the room, supported somehow on the doorframe. You can see that something small lies on the cloth from your viewpoint below.
>>148431
There's a tablecloth in the way, but the object is thinner than your hoof. You could get a better view if you removed the table and cloth blocking your sight.
Luckily, as you are an earth pony, you can do this easily, and you do. The table slides a few inches and then collapses, now upside-down, with a loud THUD.
The object in the cloth, however, goes directly upwards and begins its descent towards you. Roll 1d10 to dodge!
There's a tablecloth in the way, but the object is thinner than your hoof. You could get a better view if you removed the table and cloth blocking your sight.
Luckily, as you are an earth pony, you can do this easily, and you do. The table slides a few inches and then collapses, now upside-down, with a loud THUD.
The object in the cloth, however, goes directly upwards and begins its descent towards you. Roll 1d10 to dodge!
>>148441
>>148443
(Average of 5, failed)
You're only half-awake and this item's moving a little fast, and you get bonked on the head. You pain stagger into the doorframe with a dull WHAM, and also groan. You hear the mare in the previous room stirring.
Staring down, you see what hit you, an irregular donut made of grey rock. You shakily pick it up with your hoof. How do you do that?
>>148443
(Average of 5, failed)
You're only half-awake and this item's moving a little fast, and you get bonked on the head. You pain stagger into the doorframe with a dull WHAM, and also groan. You hear the mare in the previous room stirring.
Staring down, you see what hit you, an irregular donut made of grey rock. You shakily pick it up with your hoof. How do you do that?
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>>148465
You stow the odd rock on the ground, having no saddlebags on you. Maybe you should find some.
With your now-unobstructed view, you take in the general feeling of a living room after an angry mob has been through. In addition to the table you've just flipped, a number of sitting cushions are spread about the room, several ripped up, with stuffing falling out. Another desk leans against the eastern wall, which hosts a window, blinds shut. The wall is cracked in several places, as if struck by a heavy object. To the west is a door, as well as one to the southwest and north.
"who.. Who's there?" calls Wind Whistler from behind you, quietly at first, then louder.
You stow the odd rock on the ground, having no saddlebags on you. Maybe you should find some.
With your now-unobstructed view, you take in the general feeling of a living room after an angry mob has been through. In addition to the table you've just flipped, a number of sitting cushions are spread about the room, several ripped up, with stuffing falling out. Another desk leans against the eastern wall, which hosts a window, blinds shut. The wall is cracked in several places, as if struck by a heavy object. To the west is a door, as well as one to the southwest and north.
"who.. Who's there?" calls Wind Whistler from behind you, quietly at first, then louder.
>>148478
You cover the distance and turn quickly, giving the pegasus only time to flinch as you deliver a peck to her cheek.
She staggers back, falling onto her rump. "Rusty, whaah?" she chirps, squinting.
>>148484
She blushes, stares at you smiling there for about a second, and then quickly flips her hoof, lightly slapping you.
>>148487
You keep your smile strong and assure her that it's nobody bad, but she seems unimpressed.
You cover the distance and turn quickly, giving the pegasus only time to flinch as you deliver a peck to her cheek.
She staggers back, falling onto her rump. "Rusty, whaah?" she chirps, squinting.
>>148484
She blushes, stares at you smiling there for about a second, and then quickly flips her hoof, lightly slapping you.
>>148487
You keep your smile strong and assure her that it's nobody bad, but she seems unimpressed.
>>148503
As far as you can tell at the moment, you're not, judging by her reactions.
It occurs to you at this moment that you can't really remember last night, or yesterday at all, really. Maybe it has something to do with your rather groggy state.
>>148509
You stammer out "Y-you too…", looking at the somewhat mad glare of the mare, and you get your wits together. "Sorry about your place…"
"What about my place?" she groans, obviously no more awake than you.
As far as you can tell at the moment, you're not, judging by her reactions.
It occurs to you at this moment that you can't really remember last night, or yesterday at all, really. Maybe it has something to do with your rather groggy state.
>>148509
You stammer out "Y-you too…", looking at the somewhat mad glare of the mare, and you get your wits together. "Sorry about your place…"
"What about my place?" she groans, obviously no more awake than you.
>>148520
(I described a living room, not a porch)
You explain how you can't remember much of anything, and that you got hit in the head by a rock, and she slowly nods, rising back to standing. "I don't know what's going on with my life sometimes…" she responds. "Now let's see to getting some breakfast."
(I described a living room, not a porch)
You explain how you can't remember much of anything, and that you got hit in the head by a rock, and she slowly nods, rising back to standing. "I don't know what's going on with my life sometimes…" she responds. "Now let's see to getting some breakfast."
>>148531
You mention your preferences on food, and then scan the bedroom for cleaning implements, finding a duster. Wind Whistler steps out into her living room, takes a moment to take in the room, and then shouts something along the lines of "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY LIVING ROOM?!"
You turn around and ready your for defense.
You mention your preferences on food, and then scan the bedroom for cleaning implements, finding a duster. Wind Whistler steps out into her living room, takes a moment to take in the room, and then shouts something along the lines of "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY LIVING ROOM?!"
You turn around and ready your for defense.
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>>148549
You try to be calm and logical, diverting the blame off of yourself. You step through the door and feebly slap the duster on the ground, pomfing quietly.
You try to be calm and logical, diverting the blame off of yourself. You step through the door and feebly slap the duster on the ground, pomfing quietly.
>>148553
wait why did I post that again
I didn't mean to…
fucking chanstop
>>148552
"Maybe I we should hire some helping hooves for this big a mess?" you put forward, straight-faced. "I have some good money stored, I could do that…"
She seems a bit convinced, and you pick up the donut of stone off the floor and show her. "I bought this from zebra craftsponies in Stripastan, wasn't cheap. Take it." you tell her, hoofing it to her.
She nods. "Well, the windows are okay, let's see if the kitchen works." she responds shakily.
wait why did I post that again
I didn't mean to…
fucking chanstop
>>148552
"Maybe I we should hire some helping hooves for this big a mess?" you put forward, straight-faced. "I have some good money stored, I could do that…"
She seems a bit convinced, and you pick up the donut of stone off the floor and show her. "I bought this from zebra craftsponies in Stripastan, wasn't cheap. Take it." you tell her, hoofing it to her.
She nods. "Well, the windows are okay, let's see if the kitchen works." she responds shakily.
>>148559
You follow her through the south-west door, limply dragging your duster with you.
You come to a small kitchen, which seems to have been recently used and abused. The larder lies half-open, which can't be good for the food, and several pots and pans lay on the floor. Something is on the oven, which is a bit scratched up, but otherwise fine. This place is certainly less rustled up than the living room.
She goes to the larder, and you start washing up a pot on the floor, as well are readying some silverware.
You follow her through the south-west door, limply dragging your duster with you.
You come to a small kitchen, which seems to have been recently used and abused. The larder lies half-open, which can't be good for the food, and several pots and pans lay on the floor. Something is on the oven, which is a bit scratched up, but otherwise fine. This place is certainly less rustled up than the living room.
She goes to the larder, and you start washing up a pot on the floor, as well are readying some silverware.
>>148564
>>148567
You ask what she wants to make, and she tiredly voices a desire for something simple, like a fruit salad, with a side of salt. You question having salted fruit internally, but do not respond.
You find yourself a bit distracted by her swaying rear, but you get your wits together and go back to work.
>>148565
You're partway into washing the spoons when you discover that you're out of dish soap. Oh well. You move to the oven, and see what's in the pot on top of it.
Some sort of off-grey, slightly clear liquid lies in the pot, some kind of skin having formed over it. It looks disgusting.
>>148567
You ask what she wants to make, and she tiredly voices a desire for something simple, like a fruit salad, with a side of salt. You question having salted fruit internally, but do not respond.
You find yourself a bit distracted by her swaying rear, but you get your wits together and go back to work.
>>148565
You're partway into washing the spoons when you discover that you're out of dish soap. Oh well. You move to the oven, and see what's in the pot on top of it.
Some sort of off-grey, slightly clear liquid lies in the pot, some kind of skin having formed over it. It looks disgusting.
>>148570
>>148569
You prod the surface of this odd liquid. It jiggles and breaks up a bit, allowing you to notice odd bits of color in the skin.
Shrugging, you drink the somewhat jelly-like stuff, and it's as disgusting as it looks. You swallow about half a gulp before spitting the rest back into the pot and looking for somewhere to dump it. You decide on the living room window, and proceed out there, open the blinds, and pop one of the glass hatches open. Looking out, you find yourself two stories or so over the ground, looking out over a street. You begin to pour the pot out, and notice a number of small spherical shapes tumbling down with it.
Will you stop and look in, or keep pouring?
>>148571
>putting salt on everything
why do you hate food
>>148569
You prod the surface of this odd liquid. It jiggles and breaks up a bit, allowing you to notice odd bits of color in the skin.
Shrugging, you drink the somewhat jelly-like stuff, and it's as disgusting as it looks. You swallow about half a gulp before spitting the rest back into the pot and looking for somewhere to dump it. You decide on the living room window, and proceed out there, open the blinds, and pop one of the glass hatches open. Looking out, you find yourself two stories or so over the ground, looking out over a street. You begin to pour the pot out, and notice a number of small spherical shapes tumbling down with it.
Will you stop and look in, or keep pouring?
>>148571
>putting salt on everything
why do you hate food
>>148575
>>148576
You cease pouring this strange jelly-stuff onto the street below to look into the pot.
In the mostly-drained liquid, you see a white orb, which then lazily rolls to look at you. You are now staring at a pot with a small number of eyeballs rolling along the bottom, a few punctured and leaking the liquid that previously filled the pot.
You feel sick.
>>148576
You cease pouring this strange jelly-stuff onto the street below to look into the pot.
In the mostly-drained liquid, you see a white orb, which then lazily rolls to look at you. You are now staring at a pot with a small number of eyeballs rolling along the bottom, a few punctured and leaking the liquid that previously filled the pot.
You feel sick.
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>>148584
Your shrieking has not gone unnoticed, and Wind Whistler swoops into the room.
As you glance into the pot of eyes, you note that they are all the same general shade of green, and are of varying sizes, from beady to cartoonishly large. They shine a bit in the sunlight.
The pegasus looks into the pot as well, and shrieks like a girl.
Your shrieking has not gone unnoticed, and Wind Whistler swoops into the room.
As you glance into the pot of eyes, you note that they are all the same general shade of green, and are of varying sizes, from beady to cartoonishly large. They shine a bit in the sunlight.
The pegasus looks into the pot as well, and shrieks like a girl.
>>148591
You return to the kitchen, looking into the oven, finding a pie dish. A quick search shows you that the dish is empty. You find this spooky, but you remain calm.
>>148592
You proceed to the bathroom to check on your friend. She is stuffing shampoos and wing brushes off of the top of the sink into a set of saddlebags she's somehow obtained, and notice your own saddlebags against the doorframe. You put them on and go to comfort the little mare.
>I need a d100, roll for a thing.
You return to the kitchen, looking into the oven, finding a pie dish. A quick search shows you that the dish is empty. You find this spooky, but you remain calm.
>>148592
You proceed to the bathroom to check on your friend. She is stuffing shampoos and wing brushes off of the top of the sink into a set of saddlebags she's somehow obtained, and notice your own saddlebags against the doorframe. You put them on and go to comfort the little mare.
>I need a d100, roll for a thing.
>>148597
You gave it to Wind Whistler earlier. She probably put it in her bags.
>>148595
y-you too
You pop open the cabinet under the sink and begin to raid it for as much as you can, stuffing spare soap and towels into your bags, finding nothing of real importance.
Wind Whistler moves back into the bedroom, removing a trunk of some sort from under her bed and opening it.
>1d100 again, please.
You gave it to Wind Whistler earlier. She probably put it in her bags.
>>148595
y-you too
You pop open the cabinet under the sink and begin to raid it for as much as you can, stuffing spare soap and towels into your bags, finding nothing of real importance.
Wind Whistler moves back into the bedroom, removing a trunk of some sort from under her bed and opening it.
>1d100 again, please.
>>148605
sure
I guess that works
You, by chance, look up from your looting and are surprised to see your gaze met by a small unicorn filly, sitting in the half-opened medicine cabinet behind the mirror.
She blinks. You blink.
It is then that you realize that the medicine cabinet's shelves seem too close together to hold a pony, even a filly. Maybe she's stuck.
Wind Whistler opens her trunk and begins removing scarves and hats from it.
sure
I guess that works
You, by chance, look up from your looting and are surprised to see your gaze met by a small unicorn filly, sitting in the half-opened medicine cabinet behind the mirror.
She blinks. You blink.
It is then that you realize that the medicine cabinet's shelves seem too close together to hold a pony, even a filly. Maybe she's stuck.
Wind Whistler opens her trunk and begins removing scarves and hats from it.
>>148613
You decide to do the reasonable thing and ask this misplaced filly who she is, loudly enough for your companion to hear.
The little pony hesitates for a moment, then opens her mouth to speak.
"Wha-" is all you manage to hear from Wind Whistler before
you slam into the opposite wall, ears ringing. It hurts a lot. You can see the tiny unicorn biting her lip, eyes wide in shock.
You decide to do the reasonable thing and ask this misplaced filly who she is, loudly enough for your companion to hear.
The little pony hesitates for a moment, then opens her mouth to speak.
"Wha-" is all you manage to hear from Wind Whistler before
you slam into the opposite wall, ears ringing. It hurts a lot. You can see the tiny unicorn biting her lip, eyes wide in shock.
>>148617
Goodbye.
You rise to your feet, wincing as you feel that you've cut yourself on something. Your hearing returns just in time catch an earfull of worry from Wind Whistler. The filly says nothing, shaking a bit.
The mirror lies shattered next to you, blown off its hinges by whatever hit you. You can now see the filly's body, and note that your earlier observation about the shelves was right- she seems quite wedged in there. He legs are tucked out of view, and she lays on her side, back facing you.
Goodbye.
You rise to your feet, wincing as you feel that you've cut yourself on something. Your hearing returns just in time catch an earfull of worry from Wind Whistler. The filly says nothing, shaking a bit.
The mirror lies shattered next to you, blown off its hinges by whatever hit you. You can now see the filly's body, and note that your earlier observation about the shelves was right- she seems quite wedged in there. He legs are tucked out of view, and she lays on her side, back facing you.