Daily Frog Blog #9 - The Interview! · 1:57am Jul 21st, 2016
Well, here we go! I ought to work more on this, but... Well, I think this is pretty good so far. Plus, hate to keep my fans waiting!
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In Ponyville’s recently constructed radio station, an interview was taking place. This fact was practically common knowledge, considering how heavily it had been advertised. A problem remained. Just who the heck was Lucky Penny?
“Ah, and here is our guest of honor! The one and only Lucky Penny. Though, I really think that we’re the lucky ones today, don’t you agree, my esteemed friend?” asked the host, as the ON AIR sign flashed a neon red.
“Ha ha, very funny. Puns on my name, so original,” replied the voice of somepony who could only be the aforementioned Penny.
“Well, excuuuse me. Anyways, let’s begin. So, Lucky, tell me a little about yourself, if you don’t mind?” he, the host, started.
“Seeing as that’s the entire point of this interview, it’d be a little silly if I minded, wouldn’t it?” replied Lucky, laughing a little. “Well, allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Lucky Penny, scholar of Light, honorary member of the Royal Lunar Guard (Long story that), and official Dr-”
She was cut off by the host, who said, “Er, we’re not actually allowed to mention that, Lucky, my dear.”
“First: Call me dear again, and I will injure you. Second: Why not? It’s hardly a secret, practically everypony knows it by now,” she replied, grumbling.
“Hey, don’t look at me! I didn’t write the contract. I just get paid a lot of money from it.” This was true. The only condition to Lucky being interviewed was signing the contract, from sources unknown, though by the seal on it, easily guessed.
Lucky rolled her eyes, even though she knew nopony else could see it. “As if you aren’t already being paid enough already.”
The host chuckled, then said, “Yes, yes, now let’s continue. Can you tell our wonderful audience a bit about your family life? Maybe your fillyhood?”
Lucky began, “Ah, yes, I was hoping you would ask about that. We’ve deviated enough from the script already. I suppose I had a fairly simple fillyhood, all things considered. Born to two unicorn parents- before certain viewers out there get the wrong idea, no, neither of them are one of those crazy ‘Pure unicorn blood or else’ fanatics. I sometimes wish I was an only child.”
She was cut off by a strange voice yelling, “Hey now! I’m back here, you know.”
Grumbling, the host said, ”Oy, get of the mic! That’s mine, Wooden,” after which there were sounds of a short scuffle.
Lucky sighed, and continued, “… That would be my older brother, Wooden Nickel. No more needs to be said about him, as the host battles him for the mic. As the rumble persists, I’ll continue: My early fillyhood was nothing special, I’ll repeat. A few tussles with Wooden, teased a little about my name, all to be expected. My parents did instil in me just how important my education would be… they even sent me to Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, but I panicked, and failed the test.”
Wooden interjected, “Ah, I remember that like it was yesterday… are you sure it wasn’t, lil’ sis?
“Come back here! I’m not done with you,” shouted the host, whose breath was a little ragged.
“Gotta run!” This was followed by surprisingly loud hoofsteps.
Shaking her head, Lucky continued one more, “Interruptions aside, my parents tried to be supportive, but I always knew they were disappointed. This weighed heavier on me than I realized at first… er, I’m rambling, sorry. They did manage to send me to another magic school, all the way in Baltimare. Professor Bottle Rocket will always hold a special place in my memory. Eccentric wasn’t exactly the right word for him. Explosive, more like it. He was my teacher, and the first to realize my potential for light magic. Under his guidance-”
Cutting her off again, the host joked, “I bet that wasn’t the only thing you were under!”
The voice of Wooden rang out, “ I’LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!” followed by even heavier hoofsteps than the last time.
Lucky merely laughed softly. She’d heard worse, intentional or otherwise. Still laughing a bit, she said, “Ha ha… Wooden, be gentle. As I was saying, under his guidance, I threw myself into my studies. Almost literally, sometimes. You’d be surprised how energetic light magic can be. Or, rather, you wouldn’t be by the first burnt eyebrow. First of many. I soon became quite acquainted with the nurse as well. Soon, all too soon, I graduated. With full honors, even. Though, once I graduated, I didn’t exactly have much to do. I pondered returning home, but something felt a little… off, about that. It’s hard to explain, I guess. I rented out a small flat in Baltimare after getting a basic job, working at the local library in fact. With ample opportunity to research all the current magical developments, learning about magic theory, getting lost in some great books, even trying my hoof at writing a little… oh, you know, I forgot about my cutie mark.”
Breathing heavily, the host returned to his mic just in time to say, “You’re telling me you forgot about what was pretty much the most important event of your life?” He ran again, still being pursued by her brother.
Lucky shrugged, and said, “It wasn’t that important, you know. Just a quill, scribbling into an empty book. I got it after a very tiring night of studying. As in, I didn’t sleep. At all. For 24 hours. I assure you, I’m still surprised I managed to pass the test that morning. Coffee works wonders, doesn’t it?”
After some silence, the host proved to be victorious, and returned fully to his booth. He replied,
Well, I’m no Luna, but I have to agree. Anything else exciting happen in your life?”Lucky started with, “How about the time I was told that I was a D-”
Cutting her off… again, the host said, “You still aren’t allowed to talk about that,” matter-of-factly.
Starting to get frustrated, Lucky said, “But you just… asked me… gah. I met two very important ponies to me, can I say that? Yeah, they’re my closest friends. Not that they have much competition.”
This time, the host was the one who began, “Well, I’d love it if you’d talk about them-”
Only to be cut off by Lucky, “I will, th-”
Who in turn was cut off by the host, “But you’re also contractually forbidden from doing so. They’re the guests next week, so… yeah.”
Reduced to grumbling, Lucky said, “Anything else? Or can I go now? My cat needs to be fed, and by the Princesses, I need a hot cup of tea.”
Smiling, the host replied, “Nope! You’re all done here. Well, I hoped everypony who tuned in enjoyed this little interview. If you have any questions for our guest, please, send them in! She’ll be here for a few days as we get in contact with our other guests. Stay tuned!”
24 hours? Pfft. Amateur. I once spent 28 hours without sleep, just to marathon all the Looney Tunes I have on DVD. And don't worry about having "fans," dude. You could just buy those. I get that it's summer, but seriously, as long as you have air conditioning, which you should have because you have the required technology to access the internet, you should be fine. But in all seriousness, you got a fan right here! :)