Octavia · 9:26pm May 14th, 2012
Wotcha, ponies!
The other day, I was thinking (dangerous, I know - I should probably cut back) about music. Of course, being down with da cool colts and that, blad, I was mostly into hip things like... ummm... Vampony Weekend? Coltsplay? Something like that...
Anyway, as I was saying, although I am of course the most modern and groovy of all ponykind, I was always one for Classical music. Ah, the sweet trill of the flute, the soaring highs and lows of the strings... it was not for nothing that I watched Beethooven's First Symphony twenty-seven times. One after another.
Thus, I found myself in Canterlot, at the Blueblood Symphony Hall, listen to the greatest piece of music I had heard for a very long time. After flashing the Psychic Paper (as much as I like to support musicians, plain old 'Doctor Whooves' doesn't really warrent a Royal Box. Lord Greystoke, on the other hand...) I entered the plushly-furnished hall, and took my seat.
A few seconds later (I really did have the most amazing timing), on walked a grey-haired mare with a treble cleff cutie mark on - OW! DERPY! I wasn't looking at her flank, I just happened to notice it!
Anyway, on walked this earth pony mare, dragging a large black case behind her. Now, not being the most observant of ponies, I may have forgotten to check what was actually playing this evening, and so I was intrigued when she took out a long, pale, Stradimareius cello, I was intrigued, not because of the cello itself, but because the mare who was now setting up to play siad cello was an earth pony. Yes, you heard (read?) me right; not a unicorn, not even an alicorn, but an earth pony.
Now, being an earth pony myself (or, at least, a close approximation of one), I knew very well the limitations that came without the use of either magic or hands. Just how was she intending to play it?
It was at that moment I was interrupted, and a most beautiful interruption it was. (I was talking about the music! I promise! Please don't hurt me, Derpy!)
For, you see, the mare had begun to play. For almost an hour I sat entranced, trapped in the wonderous melody. had any of my various enemies happened upon me in that moment (although, what a Dalek would be doing in a concert hall is anypony's guess), they would have found me and easy target, such was the power of her playing.
After an hour, she stopped, and there were a few moments pause whilst the audience (myself included) regained it's composure. Then, in a sudden onrush of noise, a sweeping sea of applause began. The ovation continued for nigh-on five minutes, before the doors opened, and a flood of chatting, awestruck ponies were allowed to leave.
Now, being (as I have previously mentioned) a lover of good music, I was not going to leave it there. I made my way to the backdoor, and after some... help... (I love you Screwdriver), it opened, allowing me inside.
There, I found the mare in question, a sign above her revealing her name: Octavia. She looked up as I entered, frowning.
At first, she seemed (understandingly) dismayed that somepony had randomly broken in off the street, and so I endeavoured to assure her that I was a noble gentlecolt, and if she didn't believe me, she could ask Princess Platinum.
Strangely, this wasn't enough to dissuade her of the opinion that I was some insane stallion off the street, and so instead I flashed the Psychic Paper, which apparently told her that I was a stringed-instrument repairpony. Unfortunately, this lead to me being asked to fix her cello.
I was of the opinion that I should try everything once (and I mean everything), and so I endeavoured to look like I was doing something, whilst the Sonic did the actual work.
After a few minutes of silence, I decided to ask her a question to break the ice. After glancing around for a suitable conversation starter, and finding naught, I just blurted out the first thing that came into my head (ok, the second thing. The first thing would've been a bit weird [not in that way, Derpy]).
"If you play the cello, why do you have a treble cleff cutie mark?"
It was only after I had spoken that I realised that I was actually interested in her response. Why did she?
"Excuse me?" She answered, shocked.
"Your cutie mark. I thought cellos played in bass cleff?"
"Ummm. Errr- you see... well, ahah-" The normally demure mare had ostensibly declined into incomprehensible mutterings and murmurings. My interest had piqued. Was she hiding something?
I opened my mouth, intending to turn what had previously been an innocent conversation starter into an inquisition of Spanish-standards, when I was interrupted yet again.
The door to Octavia's dressing room opened with a BANG that shook the walls. I tensed up, expecting security - its not paranoia if you have severals centuries of experience to back up your fears, and anyway, I probably wasn't supposed to be there.
To my surprise (and joy), it was not a burly stallion clad in black that was revealed, but a small, white mare with a loud mane and stylish sunglasses (not quite as stylish as my own 3D goggles, but close enough).
And, when I say loud, I don't mean in terms of colours - although, the electric blue did seem like it was about to burn my eyes out - but, instead, blaring, bass-heavy music was blasting out of her mane like it was some kind of speaker! Although how her parents had managed to sequence the genes nessessary to produce sonic wavelengths from inert material I had no idea...
It was then I noticed, of course, the large set of headphones perched on her crown that was the probable source of said music.
All of these observations were made in the space of a few seconds, because the first thing she did upon walking though the door was trot over to Ocavia and begin forcefully pulling her out of the room.
I quickly stood up. Surely, the sophisticated and (usually) polite mare I had known for the past few minutes could not possibly know this uncouth filly. I had to do something, before she was foal-napped!
However, before I could start my heroic attempt to save her, she turned to me.
"Sorrygottagonicetomeetyouhaveagoodday!" She shouted, before she was dragged around the corner, and out of sight.
For a moment, I stood there in silence, attempting to make sense of the scene that had occurred before me. I failed.
"What."
So why not post these things in a diary-format story?
What?! You don't remember Vinyl Scratch?! How is that even possible! What about that big adventure when we saved her after she was falsely accused of violating the laws of this universe's Atraxi? That doesn't ring a bell at ALL?!
Hmm. My memory appears to be fading a bit. Well I suppose even a time lord has his limits. I must be reaching that point. Wait, no. YOU, who is also essentially ME, must be reaching that limit.
That Derpy seems rather, attached, to us. What are we up to Doctor? What have we been doing?
Dammit Doc, you met Vinyl Scratch and Octavia and didn't get their autographs for me? When I get back to this time period, I'm gonna give you a piece of my mind. Oh, and I bought you a souvenir in Feudal Neighpon; guess what it is!
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D'ya think I should? It would probably mean that I'd have to stop the blog, and just post new chapters instead, but that wouldn't be too much of a jump.
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Pff! Me, losing my memory? You've got to be joking! I mean, I'm the Doctor, the one and only, the Knight of TARDIS, and the... the...
What was I talking about, again?
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Oooh, erm, a sword? Fireworks? I'm no good at guessing games. Tell me!
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I think you were saying how I am a much much better Doctor than you could ever hope to be.
Yeah. That sounds about right.
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Are you familiar with the ancient Emperor Go-Fushimi?
Well, I kindasortamaybe snuck into the imperial palace and stole his ceremonial katana. That was made by Masamane.
Yeah. The reason I haven't responded fo so long was because I had to escape the country before I was caught and executed. Sorry about that.
On the other hoof, I just got you an awesome AND practical artistic masterpiece!
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Ha! I knew it! I told you it was a sword!
Although... practical how, exactly? Wielding a katana it pretty hard with hooves, y'know.
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Well, you could mount it on a wall and drop bagels onto it. It's an instant bagel halver!
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Sliced bagels! It's the best thing since sliced bread!
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I know!