Once the meeting was over and school was officially in session, Goldie stood at the front at the class along with Cheerilee. Much to the confusion of the students. "Okay children, Id like to introduce you to Golden Quill. She is training to be a teacher and so she will be teaching you for the last 2 lessons of today". Cheerilee said with a firm smile. Then handing it over to Goldie. "Thank you, now I will be teaching you both history and creative writing today. Also I will be in charge of the history club at this school. So come to me if you wish to join. At history club we might even go on exclusive field trips". She was calm and cheerful in her tone as she trotted off to a side chair to observe till 4th lesson.
(Oops, sorry, first role-play, I can't believe I've already stank it up.) As she breached the surface of the lake, Water layed on her back, floating on the surface of the water and steering herself with her wings. She watched as Celestia's morning began to replace Luna's night, as the sun rose slowly over the hill. She dove down again to swim at the bottom of the lake. After years of swimming here, she knew every nook and cranny, every rock and shell by heart. She could navigate this lake with her eyes closed. She wished that she could stay down here forever, but she had something to do. Heading to a specific spot, she spotted what she was looking for. A beautiful shell that she had noticed about a week before. It was an odd color for a shell, an aqua green, almost matching the color of her eyes. One of her teammates, Splash Cannon, had sprained his hoof a few days ago, and it wasn't certain if he would be fully healed in time for the IEO. She was planning to take the shell so his house to cheer him up. Swimming again to the surface, she started out for the shore. Reaching the shore, she lifted up a loose plank in the dock, and retrieved a pair of saddle bags from inside a small compartment she had made there. Dropping the shell in the saddle bags, and tossing the bags on her back, she started off towards Splash's house, not bothering to dry herself off, she didn't mind being wet, she figured that she would be dry by the time she got to Splash's house anyway. As she stepped off the beach, she laughed to herself, realizing that all that swimming probably had undone all of that work on her mane and tail, witch were now sopping wet, and plastered to her face and legs, respectively. She smiled as she shook the hair out of her eyes and imagined the look on Splash's face when he saw her present.
Disk finished shaking pepperdance's hoof then asked crackling,"could you cook me something? Something not spicy..."
"Sure. I'll see what I can do. Anything in particular?" Pepperdance smiles and starts down the stairs. (I say we wait for other people to make a bit of plot before we start up again, 'kay?)
The train Snow had boarded came to a smooth stop at Canterlot Station, breathing in, she prepared herself for what was undoubtably a mob of press waiting outside for her. As CEO of Mark Co, it was impossible to go anywhere outside of Ponyville without instantly being met with cameras. Sighing, she got up off the train bench and walked onto the platform, where, just as she thought, seemingly a thousand camera flashes met her, and she put on her usual bright, happy face for the press, while trying to push through the picture takers and ponies attempting to interview her, as always, trying to get to the main Mark Co building.
( Ok so this is my very first roleplay, and my very first post. So, with that in mind... how should I enter this? My character is is foal, but I don't know how should I start?)
(Look in the Roleplay Sign up section, there is a Character sign-up for this RP, fill out the character sheet, then I will decided whether or not it's acceptable)
After several hours, Quickstar finally finished unpacking his things. The books were on the shelf, the sheets were on the bed, and his magical workroom had been set up with all his tools and personal projects, and had 10 layers of passive shielding placed upon it. After all, every research unicorn knew that the workroom should be the most heavily shielded room in a house to ensure any accidents were kept contained. Still, raw power had never been Quickstar's specialty, and he was ready for some rest and food. He remembered passing a bakery called Sugarcube Corner on the way into town, so after tossing a few bits into his saddlebag, he went off to grab a meal and relax.
Snow finally managed to reach the Mark Corporations HQ building, the swarm of press making the trip about twice longer than it should have been. The moment she managed to shove herself inside, she had the doors locked and that all visitors must ring in before being allowed to enter. She then went into the elevator hall and pressed the call button, Mark Co may had developed the things to be much safer and faster, it still made her nervous whenever she had to go in them. The doors pinged open and close to just holding her stomach, she got into it and braced herself against the side of the elevator. One "long", stomach-lurching ride(at least to her) later, she arrived at the top floor of the building, and stumbled out of the elevator, watching the monstrosity until it's doors closed once more before regaining her composure and walking to the Board Conference Room, or BCR, where the meeting was just beginning. "Sorry everypony." She said walking into room, "The press was a bit more aggressive than usual today while I was trying to get here. So, may I get started on my presentation?" "Of course, Ms. Mark, we have nothing to bring up for you." The board director said, "Please, we are all wondering what new idea you have planned for us." Snow smiled and nodded her head, "Thank you.". Walking over to the props she had her office assistance put in place the day before for the meeting, pulling out a presentation tripod, and a pointer. Setting down in front of the table, she cleared her throat, "Ladies and gentlecolts, I have come up with a new way to bring in more profit, expand our business, and at the same time, maintain our famously high hire rate, pay, and superb benefits." She said, setting a packet of paper down on the presentation tripod, whose first page was labeled 'The Expansion and Continued Success of Mark Corportations'. "First, let's go over again what makes us successful." Snow said, flipping the page, showing a series of bullets and pointed to each one as she said them, "Growth, as in, not being static, because if you aren't moving forward, you are going backwards. Second, Getting the goods to the consumer as fast and cheaply as possible, self explainitory. Third, Maintaining an edge, in innovation, in customer service, and everything else. Forth; Controlled expansion, not growing too fast that you start have to cut corners that should not be cut. And fifthly, being good to those that serve you, and by extention, you serve back. From the customer to the very top with me, everypony and everything should be run like a well oiled machine and treated as such. Now onto the rest of the presentation..."
Haze was sat in the park. it was quite quiet today, the birds were a singin', and Haze had a whole day to kill. Perhaps she'd go home and grab something to eat? Or perhaps she'd Go home and do some studying? Or perhaps she'd level up her social links? Anyway, she wasn't doing much really. Just kinda sat there, y'know, thinking about stuff... Ya.
"I see great potential in not just expanding our business in Equestria, which we have done masterfully, but also expanding outwards! To other nations!" Snow said, revealing a slide that had arrows with the Mark Co emblem on them expanding outwards in all directions to the nations surrounding Equestria and beyond, "We have the resource-extraction and use industry industry in our pocket, the services industry is half-way under Mark Co, and our hold there is expanding all the time! The same goes for commodities, utilities, research, and manufacturing industries with progressive less large current holdings that are slowly but surely expanding. Just imagine a Mark Co daughter company taking advantage of tourism to the Crystal Kingdom, or even the Lunar Island! We are taking lots of money in that venture ponies!" Snow exclaimed enthusiastically, "And just imagine the sway Mark Corporations could have in the less powerful, more corrupt nations of our world, like Saddle Arabia for example! We could get away with anything in those nations, and who knows what kinda of new, exciting, and lucrative things we could find there with modern Mark Co developed Equestrian tech!" Snow said as she took away the sheets to reveal graphic designs of what she was talking about. "If this venture is a success, then our investment in foreign areas could be the most profitable one yet." Snow said, hooves now on the table and leaning towards the board, with a design behind her showing a small bag of money being put out of a box, and out of the other way there was a huge bag of money being pulled out, superimposed upon a mock stock chart showing exploding stocks, "What do you think?" The board looked at each other and looked back at Snow, their answer a foregone conclusion. The board director stood up and said, "You have the board's backing Ms. Mark, we hope to that you are correct in your assumptions that foreign expansion will be heavily lucrative." "Thank you, now my part of this meeting is adjourned, you may continue whatever discussions you were having before I arrived.", and with that, Snow walked out the door, took another stomach churning trip down the elevator, back through the small crowd of press who had remained persistent enough to stand by the door, and back to Canterlot station, arriving back in Ponyville by noon.
Kleft sat in his chair, face blank and mouth munching on a bland excuse for a sandwich. The ponies around him bustled with excitement, discussing their day or what they planned to do when they got home. He was left to his own silence to think about what he would do. Probably just go back to sleep and wait for the next day, as per the usual. His lunch was rudely interrupted as a familiar bleached mare approached him and stabbed his sandwich with a knife, flinging it to the table. He looked up at her, brows raised. "Hello there, Kleft." She said with a seductive lick of her lips. "I trust you've been having a fantastic time back at the island?" He felt himself stir slightly, the master of intelligence had that effect on ponies. Thankfully for him, he could remove it with one spark of thought, moving such thoughts into his fye and staring her down. "Har har. What do you want, you're not one for idle conversation." She shook her head. "No, you have that one right. We've had a tip off that somepony in the mainland knows the Lunar Island's position. Furthermore, they plan to use it to their own benefit, greedy bigots. Guess who's going to stop them?" Kleft stared at her a moment, his eye twitching. He sighed, got up, and flexed his legs. "And when are we leaving?" He asked. The question was met with a flash of teleportation light and the similar smells of Ponyville. I need to ask her how she does that, he thought with a twang of annoyance. So she sent me here with no information to stop some pony planning to use Lunar Island as a money factory? Bloody brilliant, she needs a nice slap every now and then to keep her in line.
Snow stepped off the Ponyville platform and brushed off a little bit of dirt from her suit before relaxing, "Thank Celestia that's over..." She said with a sigh before looking up and around, and hearing her stomach rumble, "Might as well get something to eat..." she mused before wondering off into Ponyville, looking for a vendor that seemed to be selling something good looking.
Quickstar relaxed at a table outside Sugarcube Corner, casually enjoying the sandwich and cupcake he'd purchased for lunch as he watched ponies walking by, going about their business. If not for the stories, he never would have believed that such a picturesque town had needed to be rebuilt countless times. Or perhaps things like that allowed these ponies to enjoy what they had even more, to appreciate the day-to-day. He took another bite of the cupcake, savoring every crumb. He never got a chance to see the baker who worked here, but whoever she was, she was superb at her job (and endlessly cheerful, if her singing was any indication). This was undoubtedly the best such confection he had ever tasted.
