Chapter 7 - The Parties
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What?! Where could they have gone? And what could have made them want to leave? Was I a cruel host? Did a burglar come in and snatch them up? ... What if Nevil - dear Lord, I pray that it wasn’t Nevil.
“What’s wrong, Jeff?”
And now I have to tell Pinkie what may be going on.
“Well, Pinkie, you see.” Jeff paused. “Sparkle and the others may or may not be missing ... and by may, I mean are.”
“Oh oh! Are they playing hide and go seek?!”
Does she know the meaning of missing?
“I don’t think so, Pinkie.” Jeff picked Pinkie up and set her on the bed. He sat beside the filly. “I will be right back. I’m going to go try to find them.”
“Why? Where are they?”
“Somewhere. Tell you what, Pinkie, you can start the cupcakes, and I’ll go and get the others, okay?” Jeff smiled.
Pinkie returned a blank expression, which shortly transformed into a smile. “Okie dokie lokie.”
Jeff picked up the pink filly and walked to the kitchen. After setting the bag and filly down onto the counter, he took his leave. A slight cool breeze greeted Jeff as he jogged down the stairs of his apartment.
~~~~~
“This is just so dreadful!” Crystal stated. “It’s cold, I’m filthy, and my hooves are aching.“
“Stop yer yamerin,” AJ said. “Ah think we’re almost there … right, Sparkle?”
Sparkle paused and looked back to her little gang. Four pairs of eyes settled on her, awaiting promise and hope. Before she could reply, rustling came from a nearby bush. The fillies turned and looked; Fluttershy screamed. Big yellow eyes returned their gazes.
“W-what is t-that?” Dash questioned.
A growl emanated from the bush, ringing through the fillies’ ears. The yellow eyes glanced over each of the equines. A chorus of gasps replied to the growl, the ponies all watching onwards to their mysterious foe. Creeping out of the bush, a gray feline eyed the ponies. Her tongue licked her lips as she circled them.
“Don’t panic,” Sparkle said; her voice quivering.
Sparkle turned, her friends had run off screaming.
“Hey!” she hollered to them. “Where do you think you’r-
The cat growled, interrupting Sparkle’s train of thought.
*A beat*
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Sparkle fled.
Her little legs beat upon the damp earth beneath; heart pounding, mane flailing, and her eyes continually glanced to her rear. The cat was on the attack. Her claws tore into the soft dirt as her pace quickened, soon beginning to overtake Sparkle.
Sparkle dashed left, fleeing towards a bush. She dove into the shrubs, hitting something orange upon entering.
“Ow!” AJ shouted.
“AHH!” Sparkle screamed.
“AH!” a cry yelped out, it sounded like Dash. She jumped out of the bush, frightened. “Sparkle! You scared-”
A soft purr interrupted her rant. She turned her head, there stood the cat. Dash’s ears drooped.
“Hehe,” she nervously chuckled.
In a split second, Dash was now running as fast as she could away from the beast. After a short running distance, she flapped her tiny wings, taking flight and departing from the ground. She cheered triumphantly, leaving the cat behind. As Dash began to calm down-
*SWAT*
She was now hurtling towards the ground, her wings failed her, and before she could correct herself her face planted onto the ground. The landing wasn’t as soft as she’d hoped. A soft paw touched her, trying to get her to move. The paw caressed the blue filly, attempting to evoke it.
“HEY!” Sparkle yelled out. “Stop that!”
The cat’s head turned and eyes darted in Sparkle’s direction. Sparkle stood frozen as the beast gazed at her.
*A beat*
The cat turned back down and continued to pet the pegasus.
“Hey!” Sparkle yelled once more.
The cat turned to the voice. Sparkle charged toward the beast, her eyes shut and mouth agape, screaming. The cat crouched down, preparing itself for an attack. As the tiny filly drew nearer and nearer, the cat began to wiggle its rump. The feline leaped into the air, trajectory aimed at Sparkle.
~*!!BAM!!*~
(Fancy, isn’t it?)
The cat felt her body shift dramatically to the right, a strong pain enveloped her side. Sparkle opened her eyes in time to see the cat take its first flight. The journey was short, but the cat got the message and ran off once hitting the ground. In her place now stood Jeff.
“Sparkle!” he cheered. “Where have you been?” He bent down on one knee, and picked up the small filly. A gleeful smile spread across her face.
“We went out looking for Pinkie, you see, and then arguing and dirt and that cat!”
“Whoa, slow down, Sparkle. How about you tell me about it back at home, ok?” Jeff smiled. “Where are the others?”
~~~~~
“Here you are, Nevil dear!” Nevil’s mother stated.
“Don’t patronize me, Mother!”
“Oh, Nevil.” she replied. “Now be sure to stay safe, and don’t get into anymore trouble!”
Nevil groaned and slammed the door of his mother’s old Corvette. The engine roared, and she was soon out of Nevil’s hair.
Finally, now I can set to work on my newest plan!
Nevil climbed the steps to his abode.
First, I’ll get some string. Then, I’ll get some candy and tie it to one end, slide it under the door, and when the ponies see it they’ll be all over it! Then I’ll slowly drag it back out from under the door, and capture them in the butterfly net!
Nevil opened the door to his home. With a gleeful smile on his face, he ran to the kitchen. Slamming face first into the cabinets.
“Cabinets, of course.”
He opened one and reached inside, scrounging for chocolate. Dust and cobwebs greeted his fingers, latching on to them like a pig to mud. Soon, his hand had located the sweet, dusty, old, misshapen, gooey, old, smelly, and old bar. With a triumphant “Huzzah!”, Nevil fist pumped into the air and cheered aloud.
“I knew it was a good idea to save this! Now then, to set my plan to work!”
~~~~~
Jeff sighed in relief, all the ponies had now been gathered together and wanted to head home.
Jeff placed the fillies in the warmth of his shirt pocket and started walking back to his apartment. The ponies giggled all the way home. Jeff slowly climbed the steps towards his apartment slowly, being sure not to jostle his luggage. Opening the unlocked door, he sighed in relief. Upon entering, the smell of baked goods wafted through the air.
Jeff and his small companions all took a deep breath, allowing the smell to linger in their noses. He entered the kitchen and set the ponies down upon the counter, their muddy hooves touching down upon the yellow tile.
*A beat*
“You know what?” Jeff started. “Let’s get you girls cleaned up before I set you down on anything else.”
Jeff picked up the fillies and carried them to the bathroom. The light flicked on, illuminating the small room. A sink, a toilet, and a shower filled the otherwise vacant space. After setting the fillies upon the counter, he then turned his attention to the sink’s faucet. The small ponies watched over Jeff and his adjustments to the sink. Soon he turned the nozzle, and water began to pour from the glossed pipe.
The water’s level and temperature were soon enough adequate enough for Jeff. The fillies cautiously entered the pool of water, giggling on the way in. The warm water lapped against their muddy coats, and their sweaty manes sifted gently in the water. Jeff then walked over to the bathtub and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.
I’m not really sure what I should use to clean them, but I guess this’ll work since they’re covered in hair, and then more hair for their mane’s. So much hair ...
Jeff settled his thoughts quickly and returned to the task at hand. The bottled produced shampoo as Jeff squeezed it into his palm. One by one, he scrubbed the small fillies clean, laughter and giggles being exchanged during the process.
~~~~~
The moon’s shine cast down to a dark figure crawling along the rooftop. Dressed in all black, and white socks, was Nevil; his face had been adorned with war paint. Or so he’d like to think. Nevil actually just grabbed some mud and smeared it on his face. For now though, let’s let Nevil have this moment.
At this rate, I should be over his back door in a few minutes. With this disguise, no one should be able to spot me up here.
Nevil ventured forth on the roof, his clothes scrapping the damp roof tiling. In his right hand, a stick with string. Attached to the end of the string was the candy bar he had attained on his kitchen adventure earlier. Nevil giggled as he crossed the rooftop, his mind wandering to all the reward possibilities for the capture of the ponies.
Maybe they’ll give me money, or name a planet after me! Maybe they’ll take my mother away!
His desired location had been reached, he perched himself just above the rear door to the apartment. The string slowly descended the delectables down from the roof. The descent ended, and the candy hovered just above the ground ... some feet.
Oh no! I didn’t bring enough string! I knew I shouldn’t have used my shoelaces ... It looks like I’ll have to retreat for now.. but mark my thoughts! I will get you eventuaaaAAL-
~*!!THUD!!*~
Nevil groaned as his senses came to. Sudden realization revealed that he was no longer on the roof, for his rump had settled upon a lawn. His downstairs neighbor’s lawn to be precise. The lights to the home flickered on.
Oh no ...
~~~~~
The small fillies curled into balls as they slumbered beneath the warmth of a blanket. Jeff smiled and walked over to his side of the bed. The cushions gave way to his body and settled him comfortably as he sat. He reached over and grabbed his journal and pen.
"April 30th, Mon 2012"
“Well, today certainly has been interesting. I never imagined I’d have the fillies join me at work, well at least Pinkie.”
Jeff continued to scrawl in his book when a large ~*!!THUD!!*~ grabbed his attention. He set down his journal and made his way toward the commotion. Opening his window, Jeff looked outside. Nothing but the night sky and street lights from what he could see. He looked down and spotted something on the ground.
“Who’s there?” Jeff called out.
“Gah!” it replied.
“ ... Nevil?”
“ ... No, I’m uh ... The Masked Marauder.”
*A beat*
Jeff shut his window and returned to his bed. He grabbed his pen once more, and continued his scrawling.
“Note to self: avoid Nevil no matter what. Maybe I should get a security system installed. Then again, that’s a lot of money. Knowing me, I’ll set it off everytime I try to leave the building. All I can do for now is keep the ponies inside; it’s probably the safest place for them. Then again, it may not be. At some point, I’ll move out of this place, get a nice country house, with plenty of land for them to run around on. Maybe find myself someone who will help me care for them; especially during the week. I think they’ll be fine for now though, just as long as they don’t do something stupid ... and they stay inside. Today was a bit scary, however, that cat was really close to getting them. I’m glad I showed up when I did.”
Jeff stifled a yawn, his eyes were growing heavy.
Perhaps it’s time I head to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day at work.
Jeff set down his journal and pen upon the night stand.
~~~~~
“Dear Diary, today was another failed attempt at capturing those ponies!”
Nevil’s hand scraped along the pages of his torn diary. The purple hue of the cover was now faded and the spine was bent and stained.
“But I won’t give up! I can’t give up. I’ve already pictured what my rich life would be like; a big house, money, an actual car, and no mother around because I could afford a restraining order!”
Nevil grinned at his fantasies as he scribbled on the page. A small lamp on a night stand illuminated his room, revealing his piles of clothes and various other items like food, plates, and a plastic apple all strewn across the floor.
“Tomorrow will be the day, or so help me I will clean this room! Which should have probably been done a long time ago. So tomorrow, I will get longer string, and maybe a better disguise..”
Nevil’s hand continued to scrape letters onto his diary throughout the night.
~~~~~
A month had now passed for the inhabitants of Jeff’s home. A routine soon developed; Jeff would leave to work, the fillies stayed and played, and Nevil schemed. His schemes took longer to develop, but became much more elaborate.
The morning fog lifted, the sun now illuminating the sleepy little town nestled in California’s central valley. Another day had arrived to the abode of Jeff and his small roommates. An alarm buzzed and rang into the ears of the inhabitants. Jeff sat up, his muscles stretched, and his mouth gaped with a yawn. At the foot of his bed he could see the bodies of his small friends moving in the dog bed.
The fillies rose from the comfort of their sleep, yawns shared amongst them. Pinkie scrambled out of the bed quickly and hopped over to Jeff.
“Good morning!” she chirped.
“And a good morning to you, Pinkie,” he replied. “I take it you want breakfast?”
She nodded vigorously. Jeff chuckled and got out of bed. His eyes glanced to his clock; 6:45 A.M.
Good, he thought. I’ve got some spare time before work. Maybe I can explain my schedule to them; perhaps set something up for them, because I don’t know what they’ll do for lunch.
Jeff entered his small kitchen, the sun’s light beginning to illuminate the room. Obtaining an apple and a knife, he soon set to work cutting the fruit into cubes. When he finished the deed, he journeyed on back to his room. The fillies gathered near the edge of the bed, eager to end their hunger.
“Alright, I have to go to work today too, girls,” Jeff began. “I know it seems like I’ll be gone a lot, but I’ll always be back every night before seven o’clock. I’ll leave out some fruits or vegetables, and then when I get home we can have whatever you want for dinner.”
The fillies said nothing in return and continued to munch away at their morning meal. Jeff simply smiled and trekked to the closet to prepare for his day. He had soon finished preparations and departed his home, wishing the fillies safety in the house while he was away. Soon he was galloping down the stairs and into his car.
Meanwhile, a small yellow filly had her own little habit develop. She would sit in the sun, and care for her small plant. However, more important than the plant itself was what was on it. She patiently awaited for the arrival of her little friend: Mr. Butterfly. Jeff said he should hatch soon-ish. The cocoon moved now and again, signaling the arrival of a new butterfly to grace the earth.
The timid little yellow pegasus sat below the small plant, the stem graced with a beautiful little sunflower. The darkened seeds sat warmly in the rays of the sun shining through the glass door. Gracing a leaf with its presence, was the cocoon. Now and again, it would shake and rustle. The filly had been sitting there watching the curious thing all day; she knew the time was soon, and she was ready to meet her new friend.
The little home shook again. The filly held her breath. Her little wings fluttered up and down with anticipation. She began to inspect it from side to side, her cyan eyes watching the small home shake to and fro. Soon, a crack, then a split, and then head popped out. She gasped, amazed as she watched the creature emerge. What a beautiful sight, she thought, If only the others coul- The others!
She quickly turned to face the direction of Jeff’s room. “Girls,” she said daintifully. “Girls come look.”
…
No reply.
The small filly sat quiet for a moment, looking towards the direction of the room. Her gaze soon returned to her newly hatched friend. The creature’s head darted right, then left, and then right again; the tiny brown feet gripping the small branch where its previous abode hung. The small filly slowly walked closer to the branch.
“Hello there,” she said.
The creature crawled up and down the branch.
“My name is Fluttershy.”
He fluttered his wings, faint dust flying off of them. Fluttershy grew eager still, and flapped her way to the small branch. She drew ever closer to Mr. Butterfly; just short of a hoofs reach.
“Fluttershy!” a small voiced called from across the spacious room.
Cyan eyes guided Fluttershy to the source of the sound. A small purple filly was galloping towards her.
“Hello, Sparkle,” Fluttershy greeted her calmly. “What are you doing out here?”
“I came to get you. I need assistance in guarding my fort. Crystal refuses to play with us, and Pinkie just stares at the computer all day. I think she’s lost her hearing.”
“Oh… Well, I don’t know. I mean, Mr. Butterfly just got here and-”
“Wait!” shouted a muffled voice. “He just got here?” The two fillies looked around for the source.
“That means he’s new!” Pinkie’s head shouted, poking out of the dirt in the potted plant. “Oh my gosh!” she yelled, climbing completely out of the dirt. “We should throw a party!”
Sparkle stared at her befuddled,”Pinkie, how did yo-”
“We can have streamers, and cakes - oh, and games, balloons, food, and Jeff can tell funny jokes!”
“That sounds like a lot, Pinkie. Where do you plan on getting everything?”
“We can just ask Jeff”
“But Jeff won’t be home for a while,” Sparkle replied to the pink filly.
“Oh, I know!” Pinkie quickly scampered away towards the kitchen, leaving a very confused Sparkle and Fluttershy with the newborn Mr. Butterfly.
“Over here, girls!” Pinkie yelled from across the room. “Come here!”
The two shrugged, and trotted in the direction of the pink filly. Entering the tiled kitchen, they saw Pinkie next to a, uh, thing.
“What is that?” inquired Sparkle.
“This, is a thingy! But not just any thing, it can let you talk to people. I saw Jeff use it the other day!”
“How does it work?”
Pinkie smiled. “I have no idea!”
Sparkle spent a few minutes examining the odd device. She pushed a button.
*Beep* the device said.
“I think you have to push these numbers and letters,” Sparkle stated, looking at the pad of numbers on the receiver. “So if we just spell “Jeff”, we should be able to contact him; if you’re right, Pinkie. Let’s see; 5 ... 3 ... 3 ... 3 … Now what?”
“Perhaps, um, maybe you push the green button?” Fluttershy piped in.
“Good idea!” Pinkie cheered.
The device beeped and booped, rang a few times, and filled with buzzes. The room remained fairly silent for a moment until Pinkie spoke up.
“Hello, Jeff? Hey, Jeff, it’s us! We wanted to tell you about this great party, and how we need you to get all kinds of stuff; like cake, and candles, and balloons, and streamers, and party stuff, and cake - did I already say cake? I think I did - but I like saying, cake; cake is delicious. We should have cake every night! You know what Jeff, just get a cake or two for every night of the week, that sounds fantastic!”
…
“I don’t think he’s there Pinkie.” Sparkle replied.
“Oh, how about we push more buttons? That always works for me on the computer!”
“Well, I guess it can’t hurt,” Sparkle said.
She precariously pressed a few more keys, this time dialing, 867-5309. Then pressing the key that said ‘talk’. The phone echoed in the kitchen, singing its song. The fillies listened closely, they heard a click, then a voice.
“Hello?”
“Hi!” Pinkie replied. “Is Jeff there?”
“Jeff? I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number. This is Jenny.”
“Oh, ok then. Do you know Jeff’s number?”
“ ... Um, what’s his last name?”
*A beat*
Sparkle pressed the “end call” button. “You know Pinkie, I don’t think that this is going to work.”
~~~~~
Meanwhile, in the adjacent apartment, sat a tired and worn out Nevil. His dull arm chair supported his slouching body, his hair was a mess - which wasn’t too out of the ordinary - and his apartment stunk - which was also quite the norm for the man.
I don’t get it! he mentally yelled. I’ve spent over a month trying to get these ponies and I’ve still no results! He stood up abruptly, almost losing his balance. He paced the floor, thinking of another plan; which for some reason often included string and a hammer of some sort.
“ ... Wait,” he said, halting in his tracks. “Wait a second, what’s today?”
Nevil scrambled over to his digital clock, which lay still upon his nightstand near the blue arm chair. A thought popped into his head, but not just a new plot; a scheme in which to set into motion.
This is brilliant! Why hadn’t I thought of this earlier? He rubbed his hands together, First things first, though; let’s look presentable for the occasion.
The maniac rushed to his filthy bedroom and slammed the door.
Good to see Croc---- Nevil still at it. It's also good to see the story up and running again!
more mini-ponies!!!
CUTE COLORFUL PONIES!!
I think you have to push these numbers and letters.” Sparkle stated. “So if we just spell “Jeff”, We should be able to contact him, if you’re right Pinkie. Let’s see. 5. 3. 3. 3…… Now what?”
You are killing me with cuteness!
*having only read the description*
And then the miniature ponies form their own music group called 'Twilight and the Ponies', and become world-famous after their hit The Pony Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)?
This joke's probably already been done. :(
Nothing shoos off a cat batter than the old boot-to-the-face treatment. Jeff sure has a paternal instinct thing going on there.
3443468 That or he could just not like cats.... Either way...
3443831 ....Don't tempt me.
3444090 I Disco Stu'd all over it.
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ZO MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! your alive! and the story is back!
thank the maker!~!!
you have no Idea how much I love this story. its so unique and fresh! I only with you would tone down Nevil a bit
3444104 "Just keep smiling Sketchy."
Keeeeeep smiiiiiiliiiing.
Was reading this in a library, had to restrain myself when I got to them using the phone. Jenny at 867-5309... priceless! You've got my vote!
Yay update, this was a nice chapter, I liked it.
Yay. They fixed whatever was done to the site! Now I was finaly able to read this long awaited chapter! Excellent chapter by the way!
So... Would they be just under the size of three comments here?
(The mane 6?)
3444382 I'm so glad someone got the reference! I have a lot in the story, wait till future chapters.
3444892 Oh, good! I'm glad you fixed the problem! Also, congrats on the 200th comment.
3445329 Yeah, a tad smaller, they are only like three inches tall, when full grown, they'll be 6 inches tall.
3446129
I didn't fix anything. Someone hacked fimfiction and made it so all these stories went to this page that said the same phrase over and over.
I though at first you had done some sort of trick that why I sent my first mail. but then the second after I realized several other stories with new chapters were doing the same thing. So Nothing I did fixed anything. I'm guessing a mod/admin woke up and found the problem and fixed it.
also 200th comment?
3446154 I see, and yes you were the 200th comment on my story. Which was just interesting to me is all...... so you got a
3447606 it was really quite a sound, but the sight was just as terrifying. His mouth unhinged like a snake.
Oh noes! I am out of chapters!
3448369 It's ok, more will come soonish. With many more plots and twists and things and ponies and yeah.
Nevil must be an incompetent human avatar of Discord. Long may he faceplant.
Jeff's matter-of-fact acceptance of impossible tiny sentient ponies, and apparently in a TL that does not even have the cartoon, makes me laugh. Please post more!
3449714 Of course! I hope to have more out soon, I do love writing for this story so much. it's fun, cute, and you know, something different. It has some serious drama in Equestria while still mixing in all the comedy on earth. Thank you for enjoying this.
Wow. That song reference. Not sure if amused or disappointed.
3454734 Why not both?
Uh oh...that is never good when the "bad guy" gets an idea like that.
Anywho, I'm really enjoying the story. Nice set-up for Twi and the gang to end up in the human world as "blank slates" so to speak, also can't wait to see what happens next. *off in the distance can be heard*
"FAIRIES!! I mean PONIEEESSS!!!"
*opens the window* "SHUT UP CROCKER OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE AND MENTAL WARD AGAIN!!" *throws a (not-so-light) potted plant at the guy* KA-RASH!!
3449583 *Twilight walks by as you say that*
".....You do know that the word 'Plot' means something entirely different with Ponies, right?"
3519114 I am glad you're enjoying the story! More shall arrive soonish hopefully! Also, I was referring to a plot of ground. And I'll have to fix that link to the music, but at any rate, music shouldn't be needed for reading, it's all about what's been written! In the meantime I will be writing out the story more and more, hopefully chapter 8 will be much much longer and it can just be words of epicness and fun. Though knowing me I'll probably update my other story, because that's been on the brain a lot. I do like Dark Mystery like stories, if you like those then head on over and read Fading Light, an interesting new story where I have no idea where I'm going with it! At any rate, thank you for the feedback, and I do hope you fix the Crocker/Nevil issue, the police often work, but since his mother has money, it isn't all that effective. Most of the time I just dangle a set of shiny keys and or coins, mostly pennies, in front of his face. It seems to work.
3519137 Thank you. I shall go and check out your other story soon. True, when reading its just fun to read especially when the story that is being read is enjoyable. Though since this is internet fan-fiction reading its cool to be able to have music linked in the paragraphs. It just adds a nice touch to it.
3560043 Well I thank you for your honesty and I'm sorry this story wasn't to your liking. Best of luck with finding new stories to read! There's plenty out there to be discovered, but careful, because some pastures may appear green until closer inspection.
3593032 Being drunk makes the story that much better! It does wonders to your imagination.
3630287 A mighty thanks!
3738844 Jeff isn't the smartest person alive.... neither is Nevil.
Icwutudidthar
Can't wait to see the next chapter this is so entertaining to read especially with fred 226 reading it
4329152 I'm glad you look forward to it, the next chapter has actually been completed, and just needs editing as does the rest of the story. It's received a large overhaul in the grammar and some other elements. Hopefully, after my editor finishes up with finals, the story will be ready to be updated in a few weeks! Thanks again for enjoying it!
4340566 May I please have the moar that I so deeply crave?
Seriously, here's to hoping that this isn't a dead fic!
Anywho, as someone who's just found this fic yesterday, I was happy to find that it shined with a level of polish that can boost a story to my top favorite'd list, as well as joining my recommended read list.
Hats off to you, Sir Cabral095. Very tiny hates included.
~AnimatedGamer
4561134 Good news for you and others! Chapter 8 is completed and is being overhauled. It's about 1/4 edited. In the mean time, however, the rest of the chapters are all competed and ready to update with the release of chapter 8. Which should be by the end of the week. If you read my latest blog, I talk about chapter 9 a little as well.
4561169 Yeah, *cough*
....
I just saw it after I posted that comment haha
Can't wait for it!
4561214 Ah... Well I should have assumed so. Oh well, So how are you doing this day?
4561243 Pretty good, thanks for asking.
So uh...
How you been?
4562188 Doin really well actually. Just been a bit busy lately, but finally enjoying the lovely California sun. It's been quite nice. Drought isn't nice. Soon though, the heat will pick up again and then I'll melt. Finally taking time to work on videos and pony things again, which is very nice. I have some interesting plans for Trixie coming up. How did you like the finale of season 4? If I may ask.
4562285 Good to hear!
California always sounded like it'd be hell on earth in the summer.... *shiver*
You make videos? Cool, checking out your channel later.
You've definitely got my attention, what with the talk of plans for Trixie.
I haven't seen anything past the breezies episode yet. I do know of the DBZ Tirek fight though, in which Twilight blows up the library. I might watch some in a bit actually.
4562385 It's not bad actually, I'm North of L.A. and other places, so the weather isn't as hot. It's also a dry heat here, so that's not as bad either. Yeah, the finale was nice, enjoyable. Much like the episodes previous of it. Yeah, I've been meddling around on youtube for a decent amount of time, art work, voice work, editing, and things. Quite fun. Met lots of people in the fandom, very nice folks here. Well, most of them. I'm assuming you're from even more North than I? Hence the fear of heat. I have a fear of humidity, I went to Texas last year........... I drowned from breathing.
4562412 I liked California's warm weather during winter, the summer just sounds painful.
Which is funny, cause both my chosen college and dream job both happen to be in Austin, Texas. Adjusting to a lot of humidity is gonna suck.
I'm in Missouri, so, ~middleish of the country.
Ah, so you do mostly behind the scenes stuff? I only really do LP's with other youtubers. For now. Once my pc is done being built, I'll finally be able to use my HD PVR.
People in this fandom have been extremely nice, both in real life and here on the web.
4562497 Oh yay computer building, I need to get a new one at some point, this old beast is getting old. Perhaps someday. It's actually been really nice all day here, around 85 degrees with a nice breeze goin round. Spent some time driving my mustang around. Lovely day for that. Light clouds and such. But it's also nice because of the dry heat here. Goin to any pony convention this year?
4562527 Yup, I'm picking up the tower shell this weekend hopefully.
Well, that was two days ago, how bout now?
I'm gonna attend the Crystal Fair Festival out in St. Louis, and I'm going to try and attend Bronycon. I wanna go to B.U.C.K., but thats way out in the Europe's