“By Celestia, are you going to have us stay out here all night?” a stallion asked.
Spencer stopped himself from shaking his head. Here was a pony who hadn’t done his research. He didn’t know of anyone allowed in this club who used Celestia’s name as an exclamation phrase.
“Some of you, yeah,” he said, unable to stop himself.
“Well I–” the stallion started, before the doors opened.
“We’re good to go,” Lloyd said, poking his head out from behind the door.
“That’s the cue,” Spencer said, as Lloyd retreated back inside. He faced the line in front of the door, the fancy looking stallion without pants at the front. He could have told him that he wouldn’t be able to get in here without anything on his lower body, but the way he had pushed his way forward and sneered at his soon-to-be-patrons had brought out something vindictive in Spencer. “Now then, sir, I’m afraid I can’t let you in here without following our dress code.”
The stallion looked at Spencer for a moment, confused, before he started sputtering. “I-I-I beg your pardon?”
“Certainly, have as much pardon as you like,” Spencer said. “Next.”
“Sir!” the stallion demanded, taking a moment to slowly puff himself up. “You cannot possibly mean that you find my clothing lacking compared to some of the… the, the lowlives in this line.”
Spencer was almost about to give him credit, up until that last bit.
“I’m afraid I can. Our dress code is available here–” Spencer pointed at a plaque next to the door “–and following that is one of the prerequisites for being allowed onto the premises.”
The stallion barely glanced at it, before he walked up the steps to stand confrontationally close to Spencer. This did not have the intended effect, as it turns out that even a personal trainer and the best diet money could buy did not change the fact that Spencer was almost twice his mass.
Instead, he looked sideways, towards the oddly dressed ponies and other creatures standing in line.
“You know, there are rumors floating around that there are aliens from another world hiding among the ponies right here in Canterlot,” he said.
“Fascinating.”
“Yes. Imagine what that would do for one’s reputation, if a place like this were told to be harboring alien invaders.”
“Yes… imagine,” Spencer said, struggling to keep himself from pointing out that that was half the reason ponies wanted to get in.
The stallion looked at Spencer with strained calm. “But you’re not an alien, are you?”
“If there’s a threat to Equestria, I’m sure the princesses have it well in hand,” Spencer said, silently groaning at his choice of words.
“Ah! You admit it?”
Before Spencer could retort, another pony stepped up beside them. “Is this going to take long?”
Spencer didn’t know if he wanted to breathe out in relief or worry that it was Sandra who had just ascended the stairs. It turned into the former though, as he caught the slightest glimpse of that mischievous smile she sometimes had.
“My good mare,” the stallion started, his tone dripping with venom. “You will have to wait for your turn.”
Sandra looked at him impassively, and Spencer leant down and said, in a low voice and with all the seriousness he could muster, “Listen, friend, I am deadly serious here- Yeah, she’s an alien, and she’s also a veteran of the psychic wars. Do not mess with her.”
The seriousness in Spencer’s voice was enough to make him look at Sandra’s absolutely still face, before he walked down the stairs in silence, glancing at Spencer who nodded approvingly at him, before he walked off, speeding up slightly when he felt he was comfortably far away.
When it was clear that he wasn’t going to glance back at them anymore, Sandra, whose efforts to keep her face still had been rapidly increasing, let go and broke down into laughter along with Spencer.
“Whooo, I can’t believe that worked,” she said, after calming down enough to do so.
“Eheh, me neither,” Spencer agreed, wiping a tear from his eye.
“Now I have to know. Did you associate me with that song because of the movie?” Sandra asked, her mischievous smile back on her face.
“I’ve actually only seen parts of it,” Spencer noted.
“And I, the girl, have seen all of it. What radical times we live in.”
“How was it?”
Sandra opened her mouth a few times, glancing around as she looked for words. “Odd.”
“It looked odd. Anyway, that’s also good enough to serve as a pass,” Spencer noted.
“Alright, thanks. I’ll bring you out something to drink later,” Sandra noted, softly sweeping her tail against him as she passed.
Spencer didn’t bother to keep his smile from looking dumb as the the evening settled into the usual routine.
A lot of ponies, and some other creatures, entered, others had to go. Some took it gracefully, some took it poorly, many were just confused. Spencer assumed this meant that the rumors surrounding aliens and such remained unverified in pony society, otherwise, surely everyone- everypony, would have cracked the code on whether they could get in or not.
Or the ones he was seeing were just trying their luck anyway.
“Never before have I thought I would once again see my old ship and crew.”
This comment gave Spencer pause. The stallion who said it was clearly trying to sound like Sir Patrick Stewart, but it wasn’t a line he recognized.
“Excuse me?” Spencer asked, taking another, closer look at the pony in front of him.
He was wearing pants. Acceptable pants too- some ponies had figured out that you could only enter the club if you have clothing on your lower body, which had resulted in a few cases of stallions with frilly skirts and one comical scene where a mare had ‘borrowed’ her quite peeved plumber’s plus sized toolbelt, but mostly it just resulted in ponies with ill-fitting cotton hoses over their legs who looked like they had fallen into a truckload of yoga pants.
These looked better. His tail was sticking out of a properly made hole, there were pockets on the right places, a faux leather belt holding them in place rather than a length of hemp, and he had pulled them up far enough to cover his mark without cutting a hole in order to show it off, which some ponies were loathe to do.
“I said, ‘Never before have I thought I would once again see my old ship and crew’,” the stallion repeated, sounding a little uncertain.
Spencer paused again, catching the eye of a former human he knew right behind the stallion in question, who also shook her head in confusion and curiosity.
“Where is that from?” Spencer asked.
“Well… where else?” the stallion said.
“It sounded like you were trying to sound like Picard,” Spencer admitted
“Uh, yeah. It’s when he sees the ship again.”
“The Enterprise?”
“Yeah.”
“I… I don’t recognize that,” Spencer admitted.
“Well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later,” the stallion noted, shrugging. “So uuh…”
“When is that from?” the mare next in line asked, curious. “Hey, Spence.”
“Hey, Janice. Yeah it sounds… very emotional for him,” Spencer noted.
“It’s… from the new stuff,” the stallion offered.
The mare put her hoof to her chin. “... Yeah, remember who has been in charge of it lately?”
“Ah yes. Them,” Spencer grunted, his ears laying themselves horizontally.
“Yeah, sounds more like something he’d write.”
“I… guess so,” Spencer noted, and turned back to the stallion. “So uh, what’s your name?”
“Jack.”
“Hold on,” Janice said, stepping up next to Jack. “A new show… Did you…? When did you come here?” she asked, noticeably holding something back from her posture.
“What?” Jack asked, not having expected any… scared enthusaism.
Some of the next ponies in line walked up to listen closer to the exchange.
“Wha’s goin on ‘ere?” a stallion asked.
“I think this guy, Jack, is recently arrived,” Janice said, before turning back to the stallion in question. “Hey, uh, has anyone talked about it?” she asked, still struggling to keep her composure
“Wha… What do you mean?” Jack asked, leaning back a little.
“I mean, have people noticed that we’ve disappeared?” Janice asked, shaking her head slightly to try and put her thoughts into words. “We… We don’t know what’s going on. Are we dead? Is this some sort of afterlife? Did we just vanish? Have you heard anything?”
“N-no,” Jack said, sounding decidedly unsure to anyone who was listening.
Janice turned to Spencer, her breathing picking up slightly. “Who was it that said that thing? You know, that maybe nothing happened to us back home, and us, here, we’re just copies that got, you know, projected here or something?”
Spencer shook his head slightly, to get his bearing. “Y-yeah, maybe.”
“Well I hope so,” Janice said, and turned back to Jack, advancing slightly on him with an eager look on her. “Are you sure you haven’t heard anything? I’m-I’m from Denver,” she said, placing her hoof to her chest. “Have you heard of any strange disappearances in Denver?”
“W-what?” Jack asked, taking a step back, eyes wide.
“What about Hanover?” said another mare, sounding just as excited and worried as Janice.
“Dundee, laddie!” the stallion from before asked, his loud and brusque voice struggling to stay steady.
Jack looked around on the expectant faces all around him, backing away against the railing, his eyes wide. “I’m… I, I, I’m not… I’m… I’m sorry,” he managed.
Slowly, the both scared and excited faces deflated.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Spencer said, slowly raising his hoof to pat Jack’s withers, but that didn’t have the effect he was expecting.
Jack flinched and backed away, looking back and forth between Spencer and the other patrons in line. “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m not… My name’s not Jack. I was just trying to get in.”
When the words settled in their mind, there was a short hint of anger from some of the faces, but that wasn’t the worst part for ‘Jack’. It was the sadness in their eyes as their gazes fell onto the cobblestones, and stayed there.
The stallion’s mouth opened and closed again and again, as he stared at the slumped figures, before he jumped as Spencer placed a large hoof on his withers.
He looked up in the bouncer’s eyes, relieved beyond words that he saw only calm disappointment.
“Go on,” Spencer said in a quiet voice, encouragingly, almost kindly. “Get out of here.”
‘Jack’ was frozen on the spot for about two more seconds, before he turned around and bolted down the street.
After a few moments, the doors opened, and Francis poked his head out.
“Hey, Spence. What’s going on, man?”
“Get behind the bar and prepare some drinks... on the house,” Spencer said, gently leading the small group of saddened ponies into the club. The names of their hometowns would have to suffice as a passphrase tonight.
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“You know how, like, predators get more focused and capable the hungrier they are?” Lloyd asked, two days later.
“Do they?” Spencer asked.
“They do according to wildlife documentaries. Anyway, that’s how I feel, but, like, my prey is a bed. I was so tired earlier, but now I’m feeling okay again for apparently no reason.”
“One of those.” Francis nodded in understanding. “A second wind.”
“There’s a fart joke in there somewhere,” Clive the gryphon said from behind them, gently plucking a string of his violin as he lounged in a booth.
“Always is,” Francis agreed. “By the way, have you guys got the whole thing down?”
“Almost completely,” Clive said. “We just need some bells for that weird horror movie-esque part in the beginning, but that’s no problem.”
“Cool.”
Clive looked around the great, cavernous interior of the club. It felt so different at times like these, between the wild nights, when it functioned more like a community and recreational center.
He gently stretched, spreading his wings. Which netted him a small warning from his side.
“Hey hey,” a stallion said, blocking the gust from Clive’s wings with his own and protecting his dungeon master screen. “Careful.”
“Oh, sorry,” Clive said. “Hey, you guys want some ambient music while you’re playing. What’s going on right now?”
“We’re uh… we’re in a tavern,” a mare said, a bit distractedly, as she looked over some of her papers.
“... You don’t say?”
“Yeah,” the mare said, before the conversation finally registered. “In the game I mean.”
“Oh.”
“Alright, we’re ready!” a mare’s voice called out from the stage that Spencer, Lloyd, and Francis were looking at, and the enormous sets, cranes, and contraptions on it.
“See, the establishing shot with the tarmac,the plane interior, and the airport, have the same sets as the plaza, Holly’s office, and the party floor respectively. The tower lobby is also the plaza of course,” she said, as another mare and a stallion lowered a curtain in front of it, featuring a meticulously painted city skyline basking in the south Californian afternoon sun, and quickly wheeled in the interior of a limousine.
“Now, the part with Argyle and John is just a back and forth conversation, so we’ll have some time to rearrange the sets behind the curtain. We only need some plastic pine trees, a rudimentary fountain, some knick-knacks, and some extras.” The mare turned to the three owners. “Do you have any?”
“Yeah, we have a bunch of volunteers,” Francis said, and pointed to some tables next to the entrance to the back stage. “When they’re not on set, they can sit down over there and just be ready to jump in when needed.”
“I gotta say, this is really impressive, you guys,” Lloyd noted. “I didn’t think it would look this cool, and this is just a rehearsal.”
“Thank you,” the mare said, as the other stage hands smiled appreciatively. “You haven’t even seen the best parts yet.”
“Ooh,” Clive, who was entirely enthralled by the show, leaned in closer, and the roleplayers next to him had similarly forgotten their game for the moment.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Spencer said. “But how do you make the reveal on the TV work? That’s the best scene in the movie.”
“Easy. Just a box with some mirrors in it, directed down under the stage. Just have someone in a wig down there and it should be easy.”
“Cool. Sorry, continue.”
“Yeah, see, we placed Holly’s office up here, on top of the party set, and while Hans is holding his speech, we’ll rearrange it to look like the conference room. Please notice how that means that the conference room set is looking out over the exterior of the plaza set.”
Clive and the owners looked at each other, part in anticipation, part disbelief.
The mare on the stage waved at her stage hands, who wheeled out a police car, with the lights going. “We have some engine sounds in the trunk, windshield made out of sugar, and the hood is actually a mattress, so you can fling yourself from the conference room set down onto it and not have to worry.”
Francis raised his hoof, just as a knock came from the front door.
“Sorry, Lee,” Spencer said, as he rose up and walked towards the door.
During these times, the door was open to most everyone, and everyone relevant knew that already. Ponies, at least Canterlot ponies, didn’t try to enter clubs and bars that weren’t open for business.
In other words, the one who had knocked was a pony, and true enough, Spencer was greeted by a distinct lack of pants, as always.
What was interesting was that he recognized this pony.
“Hello,” the pony said, in an uncertain voice.
“Hey. ‘Jack’, wasn’t it?” Spencer said.
The unicorn shifted a little uncomfortably. “Uhm, no. Not really. My name is Nouveau Noir, and… I want to apologize, and… explain myself.”
Spencer considered the nervous pony in front of him. Sure, he had seemed unhappy in all kinds of ways last time he had seen him, but Spencer hadn’t expected him to be this kind of sad still.
He wondered if perhaps he was becoming a little jaded from his job.
“Come in,” he said, and opened the door fully.
“Are… are you sure?” Noir said. “I’ve… heard that you don’t want anypony who’s not a member to see.”
“We don’t have membership as such,” Spencer noted. “Anyway, I also kinda wanna see you try and make sense of what’s going on on stage right now.”
Kimberly the special effects unicorn mare was showing off some details to the others, some of whom looked back at Spencer, who waved them off calmingly.
“Explain what by the way?” Spencer asked, as he sat by the bar, and invited Noir to do the same.
Noir reluctantly turned away from the, to him, bizarre set on stage. “Well, you see, I’ve been wanting to come in here for a while now.”
“A lot of ponies do,” Spencer patiently noted.
“So I know that you… ponies, and other creatures, are new to Equestria, but... I don’t know where you’re from.”
Spencer nodded concedingly.
“Anyway, I’ve been… talking with ponies, ponies who visit this club, trying to find out what’s going on and how to get in. I uh… realize this sounds a little… sinister.”
“Maybe,” Spencer said, calmly. “Why have you wanted to get in though?”
“I’m a connoisseur,” Noir said. “I simply love the arts.”
Spencer studied Noir for a moment. He could tell a lie while working the door, all you needed was to throw a person off balance just a little, and someone with nothing to hide would simply be confused, while someone who did have something to hide would try and hide their panic as they rushed to figure out what was going on as they felt their carefully stacked pile of deceptions being rocked.
He wasn’t as prepared in this situation though. True, he might have been twice the size of most stallions, but he had only been that impressive since becoming a pony, and didn’t have any experience intimidating the truth out of people. Besides, he didn’t like the thought of doing that anyway.
“Why don’t you let anypony else in?” Noir asked, not accusingly, just intrigued.
Spencer looked out across the club as he searched for words. “... I don’t wanna sound dismissive of a pre-information age society, but this is something we’ve all seen a lot. Have you ever been part of a culture that’s had its lifeblood run out?”
Noir’s eyes shifted back and forth as he thought. “What do you mean?” he asked, trying to remember to ask what an information age is.
“Has there… actually, let’s put it like this: The Daring Do books are really popular, right?”
“Of course. I’ve read all of them,” Noir said.
Spencer leaned on her bar, supporting his head on his hood. “Have you been reading them for long?”
“Since the second one,” Noir said.
“A veteran,” Spencer said, in recognition. “Been around the community for a long time then. It’s changed, hasn’t it?”
“It’s… gotten bigger,” Noir admitted.
Spencer smiled, almost smirked at the pony opposite him, and nodded encouragingly.
“And…” Noir continued, searching for words. “Yeah, it’s… changed.”
Spencer nodded in understanding. “Some of the magic from before they were popular is gone, right?”
“... Magic?” Noir asked.
“Some of what made it special is gone?” Spencer clarified, which got him a nod. “Right, it’s still plenty fun, but the old books, they’re… so much of the fun that surrounded it, your clever puns and jokes, they’re all old and dull now, right? The new books are still providing all that, but they’ll be old one day as well.”
Noir nodded silently, as he inwardly wondered where the pony in front of him came from, speaking so knowingly and convincingly about the subject despite not even trying to use the language of the Canterlot cultural high game.
“And one day, they’ll stop,” Spencer said. “Yearling can’t keep writing them forever.”
“Somepony else might write them,” Noir pointed out, which Spencer noted that he did so just a little too quickly.
“Maybe,” he said, meaning “no” and knowing this wasn’t lost on Noir. “But they’ll stop eventually. That’s a sad thought, isn’t it?”
“... Yeah.”
“There’s a community around the Daring Do books, and when the books stop coming out, that community will eventually die.”
“It… might not,” Noir protested, a little weakly. “As long as ponies still like the books.”
Spencer leaned on the bar and politely considered those words. “Oh there will always be those who like something, but all that old and dried up fun that surrounded the early books? Eventually, it will be like that. All of that will be lost, like tears in the rain,” Spencer said, and Noir looked questioningly at him as he groaned at his own words (which Noir had found rather beautiful) and muttered something about “mental workplace injuries” under his breath.
Noir leaned forward a little on the bar. “So you’re trying to stop that from happening with–” Noir waved how hoof around the room “– The things you’re doing in here? The music you’re playing in here?”
Spencer nodded, almost looking a little apologetic. “In a sense, yes. We’re united in the common purpose of keeping our community going, and while I don’t hold anything against someone who just wants some entertainment, letting ‘outsiders’ in, who don’t understand that purpose, would just dilute it.”
Noir nodded while absentmindedly looking at the ponies on stage. “I see.”
“And that’s why I don’t let just anyone in,” Spencer said, before pushing a bowl over to Noir. “But have some cashews.”
“Oh, uh, thanks.”
“I have to get back to planning, but… well, if you’re worried about yesterday, don’t be, alright?”
Noir opened his mouth, but just nodded at the strange stallion as he went back towards the stage. He took a hoofful of nuts, and thought to himself for a moment, before nodding, standing up, and walking towards the door.
As he opened it, however, he almost recoiled from the sight of a pair of guards on the other side, one of them with her hoof raised and about to knock.
“Good day, I am Sergeant Searchlight,” the mare said, and gestured to the mare next to his. “This is Constable Bubblegum. We have questions about this operation.”
Noir took a step back, stammering. “I, I ehm, I… look…”
The sergeant raised one eyebrow at the stallion. “Do you mind if we take this conversation inside?”
“Uhm, no but… you see…”
“Good. Don’t worry, sir, we just have a few questions,” she said, as she stepped into the club.
The ponies on stage were in the middle of wheeling out some props, with all eyes focused on them, as the two sized up the interior for a moment before focusing on Noir.
“What is your position here, and were you present the day before yesterday at two past lunar?” Searchlight said, as Bubblegum pulled out a notepad and quill, and started jotting down the answers.
“What? Uh, no,” Noir stammered.
“Then who were?” Searchlight raised an eyebrow
“I… don’t know.”
“And your position?”
“Nothing! None, I don’t work here,” Noir desperately said in a quiet voice, hoping to not draw attention from the others, and that the guards would simply leave without a fuss, since he had inadvertently invited them in.
Searchlight studied Noir for a moment, her eyebrow raised again, but before she could dismiss him, Bubblegum spoke up.
“What are they doing?” Bubblegum asked, pointing with the quill in her mouth to the stage and all the intricate arrangements and sets on it.
“I… don’t know. Preparing a play, I think.”
“Thank you,” Searchlight said, and walked down towards the ponies, with Bubblegum following closely behind, as Noir hung back, not sure if he should leave now or if he was needed more.
“Citizens,” Searchlight said, loudly and clearly, as she descended the steps.
“Are we?” Clive stage whispered to Lloyd, who nodded in confirmation.
“Officers,” Francis said, rallying quickly, as the ponies on stage looked on in slightly worried confusion. “How can we help?”
“I’m sergeant Searchlight and this is constable Bubblegum. We’ve had a report of alarming behavior in this establishment,” Searchlight said, her voice and posture not betraying anything, which impressed the owners slightly, as they, the special effects ponies, the players, and Clive, were all looking at the pair of guards unblinkingly. “And we’d like to ask you some questions.”
“Ask away,” Lloyd politely said, his stoic and unmoving expression making it abundantly clear that it was absolutely no problem. Whatsoever.
“The day before yesterday, what happened in this locale?” Searchlight said, with Bubblegum standing by with her notepad.
The three owners looked at each other, and then at the other ponies, before deciding that the mare was serious in asking this, then just shrugged helplessly.
“Playing music, dancing, drinking, eating… talking,” Francis said, listing off the usual activities of the bar, before having to reach for others. “Serving, refilling, spilling… belching, farting, sweating, etc.”
Searchlight’s face was like a stone, and Bubblegum just looked at her patiently. The former humans often found themselves impressed by the pony upholders of the law- they had the professionalism befitting their authority.
More importantly, this hinted to them that the guards weren’t here in bad faith or were in cahoots with someone. They had dangled a carrot of belligerence in front of Searchlight, and she hadn’t pounced on it.
“Entertainment on stage then?” Searchlight asked. “Of what kind?”
“Exclusively music,” Lloyd said, who grew tired of stoicism before Searchlight did, and let his posture slump slightly on one side. “Look, sergeant, what exactly are you looking for?”
“We are simply here to investigate whether certain allegations are valid,” Searchlight said, and cocked her head and relaxed her expression, perhaps in recognition of Lloyd’s relaxing his posture. “I’ve heard of this place, and you’re perfectly free to admit or not admit anypony you’d like, but it does make it harder to investigate claims of alarming behavior.”
“What kind of alarming behavior?” Spencer asked.
“I can’t know that,” Searchlight readily admitted in a slightly apologetic tone, before moving towards the stage, inspecting the strange backdrop of the 1980’s Los Angeles skyline and the exotic interiors of the Nakatomi Plaza.
Kim, the special effects supervisor, took a tentative step forward, wanting to block Searchlight from poking at their meticulous work, but was distracted by Bubblegum looking at a pair of saddlebags near the stairs leading up to the stage. “Uhm, please don’t touch that. They’re not ready yet.”
Searchlight looked up at the props and set, very convincing from a short distance of being concrete and glass, and of course the to-her-unfamiliar sight of a black and white police cruiser.
“What is this supposed to depict?” she asked Kimberly.
“Uhm… it’s… a story… about a police officer locked in a really large building with a… a bunch of thieves that have taken his wife and her colleagues hostage.”
Searchlight nodded, trying to not show how intriguing she found that. It might explain the origins of these alarming reports- if these ponies were the types that enjoyed adventures and depicted convincing action scenes, that might have given some ponies a bit of a scare.
“I see,” she said, evenly. “And this story has fights and such?”
Kimberly nodded.
“... Unobstructed coitus?” Searchlight ventured.
Kimberly shook her head after catching up with what the sergeant meant.
“I see,” she said, as she inspected the police car closer, opening the car door and looking at the strange passenger seat when a chiming sound started coming from the crystal where the gear lever was. “What’s that sound?”
“That’s…” Kimberly started, trying to discern what she was hearing, before she noticed the slight shimmer coming from Searchlight’s armor. “That’s the prop control. They’re reacting to your–”
That’s as far as she got before several random effects were triggered, the first notable one being the very convincing fake corpse of a stallion falling from the set of the conference room, onto the police car, smashing the sugar-windshield made with a loud crash and triggering the sirens.
Bubblegum looked up in surprise as Searchlight backpedalled out of the car, drawing her sword and looking around with her eyes wide.
“No!” Kimberly pleaded to the universe.
The whole group of former humans were about to rush up to try and stop a cascade of special effects going off, but were deterred by Searchlight’s drawn sword.
Bubblegum however, rushed up to the stairs, but tripped over the bag that Kimberly had warned her about, spilling out the colorful contents, which flew up into the air, then turned their large, googly eyes at the guardsmare.
“Not the martians!” Kimberly groaned.
Bubblegum froze at the sight of the large eyes staring at her.
The creatures looked at each other, before nodding in confirmation and descending towards the terrified mare, going, “yep-yep-yep-yep-yep-yep!”
“Aah!” Bubblegum shouted, and dove under a table, swiping the air above her to try and wave the terrifying little creatures away. “Sarge! Help me!”
“What!? What’s going on!?” Searchlight screamed, still backpedaling and looking around with her sword held steadily in front of her, before she noticed her junior partner’s distress and rushed to her aid.
Francis, Lloyd, and Spencer moved out of her way as she bolted past them, while she swung with the flat of her sword against the floating puppets. “Get back!” she shouted, the sound of the police sirens still sounding through the entire club.
The martians flowed out of the way like dandelion tufts, their eyes wide an alarm– “Nope, nope, nope nope nope-nope-nope-nope!”– and looked at each other after they drifted out of range. “Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh,” they said, before focusing on the sergeant, and descending towards her. “Yep-yep-yep-yep-yep-yep-yep! BRRRHING! BRRRHING!”
Searchlight followed Bubblegum’s lead and backed away too, when everyone’s attention was drawn to the miniature of the skyscraper, which blended into the backdrop, lit up like a signal flare, with the sirens still sounding through the club.
“Ah, crud,” Francis said, and trotted up to the stage, grabbing a fire extinguisher and a heavy blanket on the way to make sure the before-then-untested pyrotechnics went out peacefully.
The sirens cut out with a sad beeping sound, and Kimberly emerged from the police cruiser prop to assess the situation.
The two guards’ stress levels were dropping slightly from the sound and light vanishing, allowing Clive to lazily swoop by and collect the puppets of the martians, stuffing them back into Kimberly’s saddlebag, making them let out a dejected “aaw.”
Searchlight stood there for a moment, stunned, before slowly easing her posture, as Bubblegum emerged from under the table.
The special effects ponies looked dejected at the prematurely used props, and the owners were leaning against the stage, rubbing their temples and taking deep, calming breaths, while Clive was back to lounging in his booth with the tabletop players sitting absolutely frozen beside him, eyes wide.
Spencer walked up on the stage and gently removed the now-obviously fake stallion from the hole in the windshield, and Francis seemed certain that the fire on the top of the skyscraper prop was out.
After a moment, Searchlight stiffly sheathed her sword, and took a deep breath. “Well, we have not seen anything… that indicates… criminal activity. So we will… vacate the premises and… and we wish you a good day, citizens.”
“You too,” Lloyd managed, and sat down on his haunches, grabbing a bottle from the edge of the stage.
“That’s fog machine fluid,” Spencer pointed out.
“Uh-huh,” Lloyd sighed, and brought the bottle to his lips.
The two guardsponies made their way towards the entrance, with Noir, who had stayed behind and watched in fascination, beat a quiet retreat along with the guards, glancing back at the relieved ponies in their club.
He didn’t know if this made him less eager to see what was going on in this club, or more.
I have It was just what I needed.
Thank you
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Your alive! Whoopee!
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I am indeed. Hope I didn't worry you
Writer's block is terrible
Enjoying this very much.
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I'm just glad you're back, and my fears have been laid to rest.
And writer's block happens. Just like mud.
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Glad to hear it
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Thanks for being understanding
Mmm. Y'know, that talk about communities dying? Kinda reminds me of the mlp community, now that the main series is over and all the furore has died down. But, then I remember that a culture that remains static is already dead anyways, so it's just as well.
Are they still talking about Daring Do?
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Yeah, although there are a few works of art, often series, that have sort of transcended and made the fandom stay noticeably active for decades. D&D is still going strong and the Star Trek TNG community still feels alive. I guess there's a whole science required to determine if that will happen with Friendship is Magic, but one can hope. D&D and TNG has enough material to keep it alive for years to come, and while FiM wasn't quite that rich in content, the fanworks are. If it can avoid feeling too much like just circle-jerking, I think there's quite a bit of life left in it, and I don't know how Knighty's genfic project is going, but if the whole concept of this site is expanded, that could also help revitalise the community, this having been the first of its kind.
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What point in the chapter do you mean?
yey an update, thank you :)
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You're welcome. Hope you like it
A Die Hard play...
btw
off
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I would love to see a pony-version of Die Hard on stage
Thanks for the heads-up
There is only one thing missing
I can imagine this will result in a rather... interesting guard report, probably a story the sisters are gonna love hearing from both sides.
*slow clap* Bravo! I think you broke me with the martians. I have absorbed far too much television.
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Ah, glad to get confirmation that that was funny. I was giggling to myself constantly while I was coming up with it, but hardly anyone reacted until now. Thanks
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No doubt. Celestia's inner prankster will love it
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STARFLEET International is still going strong. Been in operation since 1974. 5K+ members worldwide.
I myself have been with it since 1999.
www.sfi.org
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Huh. I'll extend my note about TNG's longevity to the original show as well
yep-yep-yep-yep-yep-yep
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I've heard stories about people being terrified of them, and I can understand that
Kind of poignant, with the community metaphor. While I'm aware of a bunch of fandoms which have survived long after the death of their official media, they maintain numbers and/or grow by new members having access to the original books/shows/movies/whatever. In the in-universe case of Daring Do, ponies would be able to read the original books and there might be remakes and reimaginings in other media over the generations.
With the fandom being humanity, the only source of canon material is in the heads of the arrivals, and that's only second-hand. There literally can't be any more club 'members' who have experienced the original. The number of people in the community can only go down; it'll die when they do.
I'm actually surprised that 'Jack' got such a gentle reception, given that he (admittedly, unknowingly) raised their hopes to the heavens in an instant, and then dashed them moments afterwards. And I'm guessing his talent lies in being able to analyze and recreate, extrapolate, or improvise from existing works, thus allowing him to create appropriate clothing and fashion a passphrase which has all the right hallmarks - at least, on the surface. (It'd probably also explain why he knew that the Daring Do books wouldn't be continued by another author; there may be hints scattered through them that point to Daring being a real pony.)
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Thank you
And yes, the community in this story is living on borrowed time, which makes it all kind of interesting- so far the former humans are united in their desire to keep "their" art to themselves, but they also recognise that if they want that art to survive, it has to be spread around so that others can partake in it. I guess it becomes a question of how and in what ways you want people to partake in your culture, and what would be the dignified way to share it.
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I'm pretty sure the reason both have persisted so long is that they're both basically content generators.
DnD for obvious reasons: at its base, it's just a rule set with a setting attached to it. You can replace that setting with something else, which has been done many, many times. (Planescape and Ravenloft, for example.) It even had a setting for traveling between settings: Spelljammer. Heck, the Dragonlance series/setting basically started out as a novelization of a homebrew dnd game.
ST is basically a bunch of spinoffs and reboots of the same basic premise: a band of friends go on adventures in space. The setting is pretty much amorphous in its maleability unless it pertains to the superpowers, and more importantly it low-key just sidesteps any real concerns by having those superpowers either be post-scarcity or trying to attain it. Any conflict is pretty much optional, and if it isn't then you can rest assured that it will be resolved very quickly. That's a playground that anyone can enjoy. That could have changed in the new ST series, though: I wouldn't know, I've not really been interested in the series since the guy from Quantum Leap captained a ship. I kept on waiting for him to travel back in time to solve problems.
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Spend a couple of days jumping around in TVTropes and you'll probably run into most of them, or at least their sources.
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Yeah D&D is fan-fuelled by nature, but I'd say that a lot, maybe even most, of what makes the Star Trek fandom long-lived can also be applied to Friendship is Magic, only that there's a bit less material to work with and draw from. That's one reason I think that the FiM fandom won't exactly be immortal, but I think it'll hold on for a pretty long time.
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Difficult to say. FiM is over as a TV series, but MLP as a property is still ongoing. And it's not unknown for earlier versions of Hasbro properties to retain active fandoms for decades afterwards - especially if Hasbro takes the route of recycling the main characters and settings into newer iterations. Given that franchise conventions tend to be fairly inclusive of all previous iterations of the franchise (or at least according to their relative popularity), it's probably likely that we'll continue to see a significant FiM fandom contingent at future Pony events.
It's probably not a coincidence that there are still Generation 1 pony fans out there and active. G4 fans may be around for some time yet.
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That's true, although the vibrant energy and wit that, as someone who hasn't done research into the production of the show, I say Lauren Faust was a key person in establishing, is what drew a lot of people to this show, and I haven't watched Pony Life yet, so I guess I'll see if that's still a draw
I only just read this and I already love it, plus one of the chapters got me back into listening Radar Love again and man alive it's great for driving.
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It really is. Drive safe
It occurs to me that "the fuzz" is a bit more literal in Equestria.
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Glad someone picked up on that
I wonder if they could hit some of these ponies trying to force their way in what the emotion bomb they dropped on Twilight previously. Maybe it would remove the desire to get in a bit more. Then again it would be interesting to see one get through the security find out the truth and either be so moved by it they become a secret keeper for them or gets so worked up by the whole thing that they need Luna to come every few nights to give them a positive dream.
I can't help but reflect after the fact that them setting up to perform Hot Fuzz would have made this chapter VERY interesting.
Shifts toothpick in his mouth.
"Mornin'"
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That movie is so great. I can just imagine one scene where two former humans get to enter.
Person A: points at Person B, alarmed. "SWAAAN!"
Person B: "HAAAUNK!"
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Well, they didn't so much drop an emotional bomb on Twilight so much as she dropped one on herself. They didn't know she would be scrying on them, with a presumably very rare scrying orb, so keeping people away with that might be tricky
Though "Jack" was found to be a pony, the implications of another teleportation event are interesting.
A new generation of humans with culture the first group never experienced. With possibly less knowledge of the first group's culture. It'd probably hasten the end of the club. The injection of this new culture isn't much different from letting ponies in and turning it mainstream. It'll just happen within.
A Die Hard play. I don't think I ever heard of something more glorious to bring back to the humans of Equestria.
That's quite a specific thing she's asking about. Pretty sure a few nobles got the idea that the club might be an immoral den of unending orgies and porn. Though given the full scope of human nature, I would be surprised if someone wasn't setting something like that somewhere.
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I'm guessing the crowds' reaction to Jack is probably due to enough time passing for most people to make peace with the reality that they won't see home again. A good number seemed more concerned about what their loved ones think happened to them rather than finding a way back.
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They're united as of now but that might not be true later on. People will definitely differ in how they'll want to share that culture. Some would probably prefer to let it die with them and not share it at all. That conflict would certainly be interesting to explore.
God, I was literally just thinking of this story last night and was hoping there'd be more like it, and then 💥boom! There's more!
Glad to see a new chapter, feel kinda sorry for Noir. But at least he got some sweet cashews for his troubles!
Also, love to see a huffy noble put in his place at the beginning. Never fails to feel cathartic
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That my story is something people think about now and then, not just when they're reading it, is really uplifting. Thank you
Perhaps we need a more sympathetic snob. I wonder how Fancy Pants would react to Spencer's screening
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I've kept the time frames intentionally vague, but I imagine the former humans have been in Equestria for only a few years at the most. But yeah, if humans from more recent generations are comes to Equestria, that'll rock the concept with the club. Then again, from what I've heard of music these days, there's not really much to offer
It's kind of a stab at the almost comically arbitrary ways the entertainment industry views sex and nudity. A couple can copulate and it's okay that young teenagers see it. Slip the wrong piece of skin and only older teenagers are allowed to see. Show more and it's only for adults
Honestly I should edit that part out, since it doesn't mesh very well with my headcanon on sex in Equestria- that it's considered one of the pinnacles of Harmony, with a capital H, and is thought of very highly, but ponies also have a view of it that's very laid back and advanced at the same time, making ponies not see it as taboo and not attach their value and authority to it. That meshes with Equestria being very emotionally comforting, and also why we don't see many indications that the characters in the show, major or lesser, engage in or pursue it
That's true, but if there are growing indications that the ponies as a whole will treat it with respect, and if there are changing ways of thinking among the humans, that might change.
All those props destroyed by the two guardsponies. The club owners should be able to get some kind of recompense for that.
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Yeah. Although presumably they're expendable, like windshields made out of sugar, and pyrotechnics, so they don't have to build them from scratch. Also, the special effects guys and gals would be the one being compensated. A letter to the local guard post might be in order
Hah! That was one heckuva nat 20 on your bluff check there, Noir! Granted, you may have bluffed a little bit too well and gotten way too much information, and emotion, and information with emotion, but still! Hats off to you.
Wonder what reputation the establishment will have with the Guard after this? That place spreads rumour like a wildfire during dry season.
I wonder if the humans are aware that they are basically living through what is most definitely cultural genocide. Humanity as a race doesn't exist in Equestria, it only persists as a culture. A culture that, if the vinyl scratch incident is anything to go by, will have anything that makes it human completely washed out of it by ponies. Songs that have anything that refers to human anatomy or references other human culture will be rewritten to reflect pony anatomy and culture, to make pony consumption of those songs easier. And since ponies have the bigger audience, those versions will be more popular - especially if the humans keep the original songs from the ponies while the altered versions keep leaking out. Ponies will definitely think of the altered songs as "the originals", even if that is not true and could be easily proven to be untrue.
A good example of this happening in OUR world is "Blame it on the boogie" by Mick Jackson. Written and performed by Mick Jackson, but MICHAEL Jacksons version released before Mick's version and was a lot more popular, so now every time people hear "Blame it on the boogie" they think it's a Michael Jackson song. Their extremely similar names certainly did not help either.
Another thought, if two pony humans had a foal together, would the foal be pony or human? Physically, it's obviously a pony. Culturally? Since the foal has no way to experience the original culture outside of plays, cover songs, and copied art derived entirely from memory, would they *actually* be culturally human? One, or even two generations down the line and humanity as a race and culture will be completely gone from Equestria, barring any new arrivals - who will most definitely try to create new subcultures. Imagine someone from 1930 and someone from 2020 trying to coexist. 1930 would think 2020 strange and uncouth, while 2020 would think 1930 backwards and ignorant. These cultural gaps would only persist and widen as the years go by. Surely there would be overlaps, but is that truly enough to culturally unify such diverse individuals such as humans? Personally, I would doubt that. Especially if ponies kept taking that culture and tossing aside anything that made it human to begin with.
Though, I don't think humanity is doomed in Equestria. As long as the humans realize their culture is being washed out and actively work by preventing this genocide, perhaps with the help from the princesses? Perhaps new laws that favors cultural preservation? Prevent ponies from altering songs and art through the threat of litigation? I don't honestly know. It would perhaps stifle artistic expression, but it would prevent ponies from taking human songs and removing humanity from them. It would leave ponies open to do things like remixes or do their own plays, but would prevent them from "ponifying" them. I don't know if that's ethical or not, but it certainly would prevent an otherwise doomed culture from being destroyed.
I'm very curious to see where this story goes next.
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It doesn't really seem like it to me. Appears more like the ponies are entitiled and wish to take whatever they wish because they are entitled ponies. In the story it seem more that coexistence isn't really possible and the ponies don't really care. A rather depressing turn from how it all started off.
I wonder if will see "jack" again later on?
I kind of hope there are more humans getting displaced in a guilty sense that the club like an anchor point for newbies.
know what imagine if they had said not just there home but there birthdate and the year they were in before they found themself in Equestria like a weird timeline or testing a theory?
I like the mix of a mostly-stable setting and a slow, semi-contained plot. I'm not old enough - or at least in the right circles - to get all the references, but I enjoy the ones I do.
Oh, I was kinda hoping for snakes on a plane, but die hard works too...
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Yeah, though Noir might still kind of regret it. He really felt bad after seeing the hopeful and desperate looks on the other ponies in line. Still, the whole thing might've taught him about himself
And yeah, I wonder if anypony will try and manipulate former humans into getting arrested. I have a pretty funny scene in my head about some musicians in a jail cell, annoying pony guards with raunchy barbershop songs
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Well... cultural passing on, I'd say. "Genocide" to me implies successful hostile action.
And, well, to me the question then becomes if human culture, in Equestria, should be shared and passed on, or if it should die along with the humans or the humans' interest. I wouldn't want it to in this situation, but I don't like dumb versions of songs (I brought up previously in this comment section that modern techno-pop-rap-version of You Spin Me Round, which is an example of a cover I do not like) but that's a matter of taste, I mean, I appreciate something like this:
... And that's a cover, taking the original song in a new and exciting direction, I think. Is making pony-versions of a song really all that different?
And yes, crown-sponsored preservation of the humans' culture would certainly be a sign of respect, and bringing attention to the origins. And if enough attention is drawn to something like a museum dedicated to human culture, then it will enter the pony public conscience, and unscrupulous ponies would have a hard time copying human art as a shortcut to success. That'd do a lot to placate me at least.
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That would be interesting, yes. I'm thinking of writing about Celestia and Luna setting up a semi-secret agency that tracks down confused and worried ponies who don't have records, former humans that is, and helping them settling in pony society.
What theory did you have in mind?
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Glad to hear it
And yeah, I'm happy that this fic seems like it could have some intrigue and perhaps excitement without being something tense like an adventure or thriller. All the more reason to not rush through it I guess
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Now it's my turn to not be familiar with something. I mean, I know of the movie, and SLJ's famous line, but I haven't seen it
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Well you know, Vinyl Scratch did a techno-version, which I would say is disrespectful, but Lyra realised that other people's culture should be treated with respect, so there are instances of ponies acting both with and without respect. Gotta give me some time to set up more approaches and philosophical conundrums though, and how the characters tackle them.
Also, I looked up "entitled" and as I suspected it has two different meanings, meaning both that someone is acting like a spoiled brat who thinks or acts like they're allowed to do or act in ways they shouldn't and take things they're not supposed to, and someone who is allowed to take something or act in some ways. Someone cutting in line is acting entitled to cut in line, while someone writing about corruption in government (in accordance with proper form) are using their free speech and the freedom of the press, which they are entitled to do.
So what would you think would be the most satisfying conclusion to the question of human art in this fic?