This is a continuation post of http://www.everypony.com/forums/showthread.php?1184-The-Cupcake-Project-Sugarcube-Insanity Why not append to my old one? Because I want to have more posts and I'm not going to post each and every single blog post to a single thread. Well here we go! --------------------------------------------------- Blog post # 9 Mailpony job! Foal Stabling! Doing stuff FTW! Hey there Tumblr! I got a job as a Mailpony here in Ponyville! Which… doesn’t really sound all that great. But it’s actually a lot more enjoyable than it sounds. It helps me get to know the place I live at better, and gives me something to do. It’s not a far cry from what I used to back in Manehattan, which was work for Trans-Equestrian Delivery, It was technically just package delivery. Technically… Well anyway I’m rather surprised with the amount of written correspondence that flows between Ponyville and Manehattan, and other areas. I’d think with Ponyville being such a relatively small place, and with the Ponynet and all, there wouldn’t be this much mail. Ms. Doo and I have been SWAMPED lately. There’s so much mail! I mean geeze. It’s like I deliver mail from Ponyville, then I have more going TO Ponyville, and well I won’t bore with you with the way the system works but… Well I’m going off track here. I wanted to tell you why I haven’t been posting much lately. Not like anyone’s even watching this tumblr anyway. I actually got really lucky, here. Apparently, a couple spots opened up in the position of ‘Mailpony’ (I’m not even sure how you’re supposed to apply for that kind of thing), and it happens that on the day I went to the post office to mail a package, I basically had the job thrown at me! I walked into the post office and some gruff old stallion looking busy and frustrated was pacing back and forth behind the counter and threw it at me, in fact. It went something like this: ’You there! Pegasus!’ ‘Uh-‘ ‘You need a job? How about Mailpony? What are you doing today?’ ‘Well, I used to work for TED in Maneha-‘ ‘Good enough! Get back here, you can deliver that package you’re carrying yourself. I had to fire to dumb colts for stealing and tampering with the mail, and all I have left now is myself and Ditzy Doo and someone has to mind the office.’ The stallion all but grabbed me and pushed me behind the counter and into the back area where the mail gets sorted and dispersed, but hell, I needed a job, and it looked like it would be faster for me to mail this package then refuse and mail my package through what appeared to be a completely (pardon the language) bucked-up situation. ‘But I didn’t say if I was do-‘ ’DITZY DOO!’ Just then there was what sounded like the clatter of a clumsy pony and a grey, blond-maned pegasus skidded into view, on her chin, from around the corner, followed by one or two small boxes. She picked herself up and stamped her forehooves once onto the hard, slightly shiny floor of the back area and glared at the boxes that were piling up with a determined and… crooked… look on her face. “Ohhh! Boss! When are we gonna get someone to replace Frank and Shoehorn? I’m tripping and stumbling on all these parcels and it’s making me look like a clumsy fool!” ‘Muffin break’s over honey, I got your help right here! Give him a quick rundown of the routes and set him up with some gear and move your hooves!’ My new boss swatted me on my rump all of a sudden, causing me to jump and almost drop my package, but I caught it and just stood there there simultaneously dumbfounded and greatful that i had a job now. He resumed busying himself with getting some semblance of order in the messy post office as I just stood there, confused, until Ms. Doo slipped a Mailpony pack around my neck, and I shook my head as I snapped out of it. ‘Well what the hay you waiting on, Winter Wrap Up? I’ll give you a proper welcome to the wide world of the great Equestrian Postal Service later, but we really need to move some of this mail. You ready?’ I stared at Ms. Doo for a second then nodded, stretching my wings a little to make sure I didn’t pull something. ‘Yes, you look like you need more than just me, though…’ ‘Pshh, nah, we’ll be fine’ She smiled and motioned for me to follow her, and I did. ‘Now just take some of these… and this stack here, and these… and I’ll take care of these ones… I’ll go over the routes with you on the way, and don’t worry, most of these are in-town. We just need to keep up a good pace and we’ll get through most of our backed-up mail in a day or two!’ With that, I followed her out of the building and I think I personally delivered… 1000 letters that day? Ugh, I lost count. A day or two my back hoof… More like 4 days. Lots of ponies were annoyed with us. Oh! I signed up to be able to take care of foals here. It’s quite interesting, because I’m not sure wether or not this kind of system is in place in Manehattan. I mean, if it is, I wouldn’t see why parents would want their foals running around from house to house or just running around. It’s pretty dangerous and damn stupid in a place like that. But Ponyville feels like a really good place to raise foals, though. So I thought I’d help out since I really dont have anything else to do at all. The first little foal I helped look after was Ms. Doo’s kid, Dinky. She wasn’t much trouble at all, really quiet and polite. ‘Well Dinky, you can use my hooftop but I gotta watch I guess to make sure you don’t go to any bad sites.’ ‘Oh, no it’ s ok Mister Flickerswift, I brought a book.’ ‘…so you’re just going to sit there and read your book the whole time you’re here?’ ‘Mm-hmm!’ So I sat there and browsed the Ponynet on the couch while Dinky sat curled up in a chair and read this thick novel-looking thing. It was about 3 inches thick, and she was quiet as a mouse the whole time. Oh, I should probably explain, in case you don’t know. It seems that foals here are taken care of by the community as a whole. I just kinda skimmed over the details in the pamphlet I got from Twilight, but it seems that I now am subject to having someone’s foal dropped off at my house and I’m expected to look after them. I don’t see anything wrong with that. Seems like something that would really help glue a community like this together. It’s nice. Well that’s all for now tumblr! Night-night! --------------------------------------------------- Apples and Oranges Apples and Oranges “ARE YOU PONIES READY TO BUCKIN’ ROCK!?” The electric blue-maned mare in the DJ booth shouted at the top of her lungs, at the very back of Club Buckshot. She had just started her set, and was trying to get everyone amped up so they could better enjoy themselves, and her tunes, which were very loud, indeed. She had the music synched up with the lighting rigs that were scattered around above, and it looked like an epileptic rainbow, ponies moving and dancing and sweating; a slideshow of laughter, alcohol, and pure energy. It was the perfect place to hold a discreet meeting, and off in a semi-private corner near the bar, the two suited stallions wouldn’t look at all suspicious as they held a private conversation. “Well Mister Green, have you managed to contact her, yet?” Mister Green took a sip of his dry martini and shook his head “Not yet, Mister Orange. So far all I’ve been able to get on her is her Tumblr account, and the Tumblr of her adopted daughter. She’s smart, knows how to keep a relatively low profile.” Now it was Mister Orange’s turn to shake his head as he grinned. “Funny to hear something like that, the element of Laughter, keeping a low profile. Hah, hah. Well, if she doesn’t respond, try pressuring her daughter. What was her name, again…?” Mister Green finished off the rest of the martini and pushed the empty glass towards the middle of the table. “The filly’s name is Scootaloo. You know as well as I do, though, that it won’t be easy.” He leaned back against the booth seat and looked up at the flashing dancing lights on the ceiling “She’s at that age. The best we can try to do is change her point of view, but with foals, one thing that’s nearly impossible to change is how they feel about their parents. I’m not sure we have enough to convince her that turning against that pink pony is the right thing to do.” He leaned forward and gave Mister Orange a solid, stern look “You know what I’m talking about.” Mister Orange just sighed and leaned back against the booth, and looked up at the ceiling as well. “Yes, I know…” He chuckled and waved a hoof about in front of him “But this situation is kind of different. It’s almost like comparing, pardon the pun, apples and oranges. My niece is doing an admirable job monopolizing apples in Ponyville, I’m done trying to hire her… no. A partnership would work better, but not quite yet. Maybe when she’s branched out and become a little more ‘established’, I’ll try and show her how to more ‘efficiently’ run a business.” He didn’t bother putting a corny emphasis on the words ‘established’ and ‘efficiently’. Mister Green was in the same business as him, and knew all about the connection between the Apple Family and the Orange Family, but it was mostly word of mouth. Something about an illegitimate love-child between a mob boss and a suburban mare, but he kept his hooves off of that topic, wanting to be polite to his new business partner. Mister Orange kept speaking, taking the silence as neither ignorance nor indifference, his voice taking on a subdued, dangerous tone as he leaned forward and placed his hooves on the table “See what you can do with the filly, Mister Green. We might yet be able to sway her views. I didn’t buy that building on Sugarcube Corner just to have you make sweets all day, am I making myself clear?” Mister Green looked at Mister Orange and unflinchingly nooded. “Yes sir, perfectly clear” He gulped and casually reached for his tie to straighten it. “Of course, sir. I still need to make sure the business front operates to its fullest, though. I’m assuming further operations in the area would depend on that foothold.” “I didn’t say I thought you were doing any less than an excellent job. Just don’t forget your commitment to the family, and how we’re helping you.” Mister Orange gave a slight, kind of dour smile, then excused himself at he got up from his seat. “Anyway, Mister Green, I have appointments to keep. Keep up the good work.” Mister Orange turned without waiting for a reply and walked towards the club’s entrance, laying a few bits on the counter for him and his colleague’s drinks. Mister Green stayed where he was, however, and watched the suited stallion and waited until he was out the door. Upon which he flopped back against the seat and heaved a huge sigh of relief, sinking down under the table a little bit. “‘Commitment to the family’, huh?” He shook his head and readjusted his tie, then grumbled and pulled it off. He shook out of his suit jacket, clad in only the white dress-shirt underneath, then decided he needed another drink after all that. “What am I getting myself into?” (author note: Yay exposition. Also gotta remember that I'm dealing with ponies here, not humans *points to the last paragraph* Lol) --------------------------------------------------- Blog post # 10 Still getting used to this... …all this relative peace and quiet. It’s a little creepy to me. Miss Rarity thinks it’d be good for me to keep doing this… I’ve not been wanting to lately but, she thinks it’ll help me work through my issues. Kind of like an online ‘journal’ or something. Tell the world about my problems and I’ll get over them easier. I didn’t quite understand what she meant, but- Back, had to help Pinchy clean up after dinner. I’m watching Berry Punch’s little filly for tonight, so I need to make this post short. I don’t even know why I’m still doing this, but whatever. Is Miss Rarity thinks it’ll be good to have an open ‘diary’, I’ll go along with it. She’s going to be watching this thing too, so I should at least put SOME of my dirty secrets here. Well, as you may have figured out from before, I didn’t have a very comfy life in Manehattan. Every day, I needed to look over my shoulder constantly, because I lived in a bad part of town. Because I lived in a bad part of town, I made some bad decisions, and I regret most of them. I wasn’t a very nice pony, and I hurt somepony on more than one occasion. No matter how I say it, it’ll sound like a cop-out or an excuse, if I try to say that it was mostly in self-defense, so I’m not going to say it. I don’t have to do any of that here, though… so why do I still feel anxiety and a bit of paranoia, sometimes? I should be able to relax in a nice town like this! I will say, though, that I eventually decided to be that pony you were afraid to look over your shoulder and see, rather then be the one looking. I thought it would make life ea- no. I thought it would help me survive. A pony has to live, right? I’m afraid to say anything else about it right now, though. I’m obviously long past that, and well why do you think I came out here to Ponyville, in the first place? I’m a better pony than that, now. I want to physically leave my past problems back then and there… Now I just have to get over them within myself. Berry Punch is here to pick up Pinchy, so I have to go. She asked me to walk them home, so I guess I’ll talk to you all later. Goodnight. --------------------------------------------------------- Blog post #12 Ask me stuff, please? Ok, well, I’m just depressed now. This tumblr thing doesn’t seem to be helping as much as I thought it would. I suppose Rarity’s idea for this thing was for me to work through my issues by answering questions, but I doubt that it’s going to work quite like she thought it would work. Well for me anyway. Maybe if I had some actual psychiatrists or therapists asking me the egg-heady kind of stuff that they usually blab about, I’d make some progress, I dunno. I’ve been told to talk to Twilight Sparkle; everypony seems to agree that she’s good at therapist-type stuff, but she’s usually too busy. Doing whatever it is she’s busy doing. I’m sorry, I’m just whining. But I feel a little bit better now, after typing all that. Heh, maybe it’s working better than I thought. Or maybe I need a drink… I’m gonna go get a drink, that’ll be nice… ----------------------------------------------------------- Early Delivery “Are we ready to go? Make sure your pack is secured and doesn’t slip. It’s a long flight to Manehattan” “Yes I know, I have crooked eyes not a crooked brain, derp.” The Blond-maned mailmare looked at Flickerswift with a slightly offended expression, her mouth scrunching up oddly as she stamped a hoof against the floor of the mail room, grumbling. “You just make sure we don’t get lost on the way there. If we end up going the wrong way and getting lost…weh’ll ghet back laatef anfd no-wunfs… gonna fick uff muh liffle muffin fffromf schhool.” She curled up on a chair and began to nibble on a muffin. Well, more like gobble one in a couple bites. She was waiting at a sorting table off to the side, in the back of the Ponyville Post Office while a blue-maned young stallion typed away on a hoof-top. She gulped down another one and then tapped her hoof on the table next to a big basket that was over-filled with muffins “Hey, have a muffin. I didn’t get up early and bake all these just to let them get cold!” The light brown, electric-blue-maned pegasi knew the way to Manehattan from Ponyville, but he wasn’t quite sure of how far Ponyville’s Weather Ponies managed the weather between Ponyville and the surrounding countryside. Canterlot had a small weather squad as well, to make sure Equestria’s capitol stayed safe. But there was a large stretch of land between the countryside surrounding Ponyville and Manehatten; Flickerswift had no idea how Equestria’s weather force operated, but thanks to the ponynet he was able to do some quick research on all he needed to know. “O…k… and done. Lots of uninhabited land between here and Manehattan, so that expanse is mostly unattended in regards to weather enforcement. Needed to check for naturally occurring weather patterns, runoff from actual weather management routines…” and then closed the hooftop. He scooped it up in his wing and carried it over to the sorting table, setting it down in front of himself as he sat across from Ditzy Doo, Ponyville’s resident professional Mailmare. “Hey could you slide that basket over here? Wow, you baked a bunch of them, huh?” Ditzy just nodded her head and shoved her basket of fresh muffins across the table, which landed between Flickerswift’s hooves. Steam was still rising from the mass of bread, and the smell of bananas and various kinds of nuts filled the room. He looked at the basket and tried to guess how many were left. “Hmm… there’s like thirty rolls in here, wow you went all out this morning, huh?” He leaned down and plucked one out between his teeth, it’s moist warmth filling his mouth and nostrils with a delicious, nutty, banana taste and smell. He set it down between his hooves and took a bite, closing his eyes and then looked up at the ceiling. This wasn’t the first time she’s brought a big basket to work with her to share with everyone. He told her the same thing he and their boss always told her, that “They’re amazing. Delicious, as always. Thanks D.D.”. He finished gulping down the roll and started on another one, losing track of time for a moment. Ditzy smiled wide and watched Flickerswift enjoy another one of her rolls, then leaned over the table with her hooves outstretched as if grabbing for the basket, grunting needfully. “Gimmiegimmiegimmie” she said with a giggle, and Flickerswift nudged the basket closer to her, which she promptly took possession of like it was her child, and stuffed her head into the basket, two muffins stuffed into her craw side by side when she sat back up. “What the- pfffffhaha” Flickerswift burst out laughing, and Ditzy dropped on of the muffins between her hooves, then flung the remaining one up into the air and caught the whole thing in her mouth, scarfing it down swiftly with a big grin. “What?” “Ahahah, ahh, nothin’” They both sat there and laughed back and forth for a minute and enjoyed the muffins until they started to cool. Suddenly, there was the noise of keys being inserted into a lock and unlocking, and the sound oh the front door of the post office opening. “There’s Samuel.” Ditzy stated as she sat there and digested the breakfast that they both had enjoyed. Flickerswift was doing the same, his head laying on the sorting table as their boss walked through the door to the sorting room. A small parcel was hanging between his teeth, which he placed on the table He looked at the two of them, then at the basket of muffins, which only had about 10 left in it. “Aww! I missed out! They’re best when they’re still warm…” He pulled the basket closer to himself and nabbed one between his teeth, gulping it down with a little pout. Ditzy giggled and stood up from her seat, pointing a hoof at Samuel. “Hey, boss-man your fault for getting here late!” She looked at the package and tilted her head. “Is that what we’re taking to Manehattan for you?” She then pointed her hoof at the small, twine-bound box on the table. “Yep! It’s my niece’s b-day gift!” He looked out the window and shifted from hoof to hoof a little fitfully. The horizon was starting to glow slightly as the sun began to rise. “You guys, uh, are gonna go right now, right? It’s a long flight to Manehattan and I wanna make sure she gets it cause-“ “Yeah boss, don’t worry, we’ll get it to her. Relax.” Flickerswift stood and walked up to Samuel and bumped a hoof against the earth pony’s shoulder. “Heh, okay guys. sorry for springing this on you with only a few hours’ notice, I just almost forgot her birthday was today and I’m just anxious cause I normally never forget.” Ditzy nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, then closed her teeth around the twine encircling the box, stuffing it gently into the pack was resting across her back. “Well we’ve got the package now, we’ll have it there by the time school gets out, bossman, so no worries, okay?” Samuel sighed and took another cold muffin out of the basket, munching fretfully. Flickerswift and Ditzy Doo began final preparations for the trip, checking the straps on each other’s packs and making sure they didn’t forget anything. “Okay you two. Just don’t get lost and get kidnapped or something, okay? I can’t rely on our Ponyville’s weather partol to help with deliveries all the time you know!” The stallion joked as he started to get the office ready to open for the day. “You sure you’re gonna be okay most of the day without us, bossman?” Ditzy said as she tugged on a strap on the other pegasi’s pack, causing him to ‘oof’ loudly. “Hey careful please!” “Oops, sorry.” Samuel nodded, sitting down after opening up the office and prodding the basket of muffins with a hoof. “Rainbow Dash should be here in an hour or so, with whatever extra the weather patrol could spare. I hate asking for favors like this, next time I’ll try to make it a scheduled delivery…” “Don’t fret boss! Eat your muffins and relax. We gotta get going now, take care!” Ditzy was already heading out the door, then suddenly stopped, and looked behind her at Flickerswift. “Umm…” “Yeah, you’ve never been all the way out there before, remember? Maybe I should leave first…?” “Right. Hehe, silly me!” Ditzy trotted over and stood next to Flickerswift, stretching her wings out and grinning “Right! Ok, lead on!” “Flickerswift shook his head and smiled, nodding at Samuel as he headed towards the exit. “See ya later, boss.” “Bye guys, be careful out there!” ---------------------------------------- Blog post #13 Ditzy Doo Hello there tumblr! I just flew in from Manehattan, and boy are my wings tired! Hey don’t look at me like that, it’s the truth! Do you have any idea how far it is between here and that dump? It’s pretty dang far! It’s at least a 3 hour trip with the wind at your back, and that’s if you don’t have to worry about those patches of unattended airspace. Sometimes I hate the weather patrol, because it spoils flyers like myself into knowing exactly what’s going to happen and it minimizes the surprises of things like turbulence, foul weather and the like. It’s the main reason why I had to accompany my supervisor, Ditzy Doo, at my mailpony job here in Ponyville. She knows her way around town well enough since she grew up here, and she’s one of the best postmares around town from what I hear, but she’s got a… condition, that impedes her effectiveness in unfamiliar surroundings. How can I be polite about this… Her eyes are a little crooked, and she acts like kinda a ditz. Okay that wasn’t polite at all, I suck at this. But I mean no disrespect! Really! I used to know somepony like that back in Manehattan. She’s actually really intelligent but ponies assume otherwise because of a little bit of ocular mis-alignment. Also, she’s not dumb! Why do I keep hearing ponies around town talk about her like they’re smarter than her? That Ditzy-ness is just her way of dealing with how everyone treats her. She’s constantly tuning everyone out because she knows how they all talk. She could try and explain it but she also knows that her eyes and that speech impediment will prevent anypony from taking her seriously… Anyway, back to my other point. Naturally, because of her eyesight (and not to mention that she’s never been to Manehattan before), I went with her to deliver a package. Well, I suppose I could have done it myself, but she and her boss insisted that it was a two pony job, which I am glad for because it would have been a long and lonely day, flying for almost 8 hours. But we made it there, made the delivery, then made it back. Pretty boring stuff actually. Well, I could elaborate, since you asked so nicely, but there isn’t much else. We were dropping off a birthday gift, and I was given an MP3 player. Apparently, the parents of the foal whose birthday gift it was didn’t think that this 200 bit electronic device was appropriate for such a small child. They were actually really nice and generous people, and just asked me if I wanted it, while I was just standing at their door, delivering a package! I thought it would be rude to refuse, so I took it, and right now it’s sitting here plugged in to my hooftop. I haven’t put anything on it yet; apparently it needs some kind of stupid proprietary software installed, and I’m not clogging up my system with bloatware. It’s not completely useless right now, though. Apparently it’s got apps and wireless ponynet access and whatever, so I guess I’ll hang onto it until I figure out what to do with it. Well I’ve been flying all day, so I’m going to get some sleep in case I have to watch anyone’s kids after working all morning. Ninight tumblr!
Haha! Close, but no. I've made it pretty clear that the Oranges are one of the 'families', here. I don't know what's going on with Pinkie, I'm basing this in someone else's (askscootaloopie, he's great.) canon, so Pinkie and Loopie kinda are off limits for me. I'm writing around all that and mainly focusing on my OC here, though before I start planning too far ahead I might want to ask Loopie's mod what I can canon-ize that he hasn't already x3 'Anyways, me gusta. ' Thank you!! :>
