[Video/In person] ~As if the planet is made of clay - this is a tragic mix of wayward magic tricks~

[stalking_horse]

[Perhaps you've seen a dirty-blonde white Earth Pony wandering around in a bit of a daze; he hasn't been out much, mostly keeping to his room, with very disoriented-seeming forays into the kitchen and occasionally sitting and staring off into space. His flank bears a mark of a Deerstalker cap and a magnifying glass, and his Inverness cape and said hat have converted along with]

[Yep, this week has been hard on the poor detective.]

[As for the video feed? Well, there's said white Earth Pony, sitting out front, with a pair of binoculars. He's holding them with one hoof, and just staring at them.]

I thought I'd gotten used to everything, you know. Like this place couldn't do anything to surprise me and I'd taken all the shots I could to my worldview and understanding of reality.


I think ... that I just lost some major part of the feeling that things made sense.

[He shakes the hoof with the binoculars, just staring at them almost morbidly.]

Requiescat in pace.

Comments

[Video]

[notkinkypatch]

[Is there a prize involved or...]

Seriously? I only got one eye an even I can spot a good crop of titties when I see 'em, for starters. [Have a snort or a kind of...neigh harrumph and the rolling of his eye] S'not like you're payin' for opera tickets or a picket fence man, but hey- to each his own.

HEEEYYY see? Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' bout, brah! If you find anythin' good, send it my way. I'll fuckin' risk pony drunkenness for the sake of you calmin' your tits an' science too.

[Video]

[stalking_horse]

[... Not sure. Having a detective who's slightly less off-kilter and aware of you as someone at least incidentally helpful, intentionally or not?]

...The people who'd normally have tits, don't, this week. [...OH GOD THERE'S THINGS HE DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO PONDER ABOUT HIS OWN ANATOMY THIS WEEK. That is a train of thought that might only be noticeable by a slight trauma-lineface before he continues; he's also trying not to think about the count of how many girls there are in the Manor right now ... there's the one lady he hasn't talked to yet, the serial killer's assistant, Tris, Chrome...]

I know there was cider in the kitchen, but it didn't seem to be the hard variety ... I - think the Author got the idea for this from something meant for children, which has me worrying about our chances.

As sadistic as it is to inflict this kind of nonsense and NOT let us have alcohol.

[Video]

[notkinkypatch]

[One small step for Badou's credibility, one tiny drop for sanity, brah. Have a bored look in return, he saw the freak out coming from a mile away. Its nice not to have moral issues.]

An that is exactly why we need booze n' a fuckton of it. Especially when ya get to thinkin' what if chick ponies did have tits. That'd be fuckin' weird as, well, tits. As if wakin' up home on the range down yonder ain't enough.

Cheap ass. Clearly her generation didn't have those shows where the asspuppets were drunk all the time just to get through a damn episode. Shit, I'd take moonshine in the crusty ol' tub of a crazy cat lady at this rate...don't suppose you got any brilliant clues, Mister Ed 2.0?

[Video]

[stalking_horse]

[Unfortunately, Saguru has slightly fewer moral tweaks than most people expect. On the other hand, he has a very vivid imagination and is detail-obsessed. MENTAL IMAGES, MAN. A LOT OF THEM. Also he got enough "white horse" jokes because of his last name anyway... including inevitable other comments from fangirls.]

[The quip about chick ponies with tits only adds to that. He had internet access back home.]

Her idea of things is generally stunted and warped. [Now he's seriously thinking...] Well, there's the shop out in the middle of the desert that usually has things not available normally... It's on the other side of the forest, but...

[Video]

[notkinkypatch]

[Ride on, trusty stallion. Ride on. Badou is most pleased to bless him with this honor, no need to thank him, just add the booze. Likewise, having phone cables that reach space also aided Badou in internet trivia, he knows that feel well.]

She's a teeny bopper, right? Not surprised we ain't been hit with boyband bullshit yet. [....He takes a moment to knock a hoof softly against a nearby wooden table end. Just in case] That's usin' your noggin'! Ain't nothin' stoppin' you from trottin' over to that dusty trail n' retrievin' some for yourself an your new bff, moi. A big strong mustang like yourself's gotta be able to handle his jack...ass out there. [Have the shiniest of eyes...eye. So much faith.]