Actual proof that a chapter will someday come! · 1:44pm Nov 20th, 2015
The opening act had started playing while they walked up the marble steps between tiers of lawn and reached their seats. Unfortunately, the opening act was driving Octavia to pondering as she reached behind her mane. Ah, yes, there was her and Vinyl’s blanket for the grass at their ticketed spot. And ah, yes, the opening act was indeed a punkish singalong called “‘Ere We Go!”, indeed by a Trottingham band called Da Dropkick Orkies.
(It was utterly intolerable, because the band members were basically just shouting constantly into their microphones. How did these ponies get to open for Sapphire Shores!?)
Octavia turned her marefriend’s face towards the stage and watched steadily for a moment, waiting for active consciousness to resume.
“Vinyl, my dear,” she said, when Vinyl’s eyes started moving on their own again, “You understand punk music. Can you explain the point of this band to me?”
Scratchy (nopony could ever know she was thinking of her as “Scratchy”) looked at her and tilted her head sideways with an eyebrow raised. She looked delightfully like a bemused puppy.
“Da point? Dey Da Orkies. Dey all green, dey all from Trottingham, and dey all yell WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! What else is dere to gets?”
Octavia shook her head and rolled over, burying her face under both hooves and wishing she had wings to add. For one thing, all the performers indeed had green coats.
“Forget I asked.”
Did... did you just cross the Dropkick Murphies with Warhammer 40,000? You beautiful person, you.
3555529 Confession: that was actually a one-off joke meant to make the scene a bit more entertaining.
But now I think I'll have to work them in as plot-relevant somewhere further in the story.