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#1

On the subject of Halloween, Witch Hazel had a lot of theory and very little practise. Her father was not fond of the holiday and had kept his children bundled away from the terrifying cries of 'trick or treat!' lest it invite bad spirits into the house.

But she was older now and Cirrus was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he needed to give his children a little bit more freedom and was completely booked out today due to everyone wanting to have their fortune read at the local monster house on Halloween.

So that left Witch Hazel the opportunity to do something she had never done before.

Go trick or treating.

She didn't really have much of a costume. She'd quickly rustled up an old sheet, cut some eyes in it and then scurried out the door before anyone could stop her.

It was still early but families and friends were already out and about, wandering up and down the local streets, admiring decorations and filling their baskets of candy. Oops, she'd forgotten that part.

Well, all that was left now was to take part.

But instead, Witch Hazel just stood and watched, a lonely little ghost all on her own. Basket or not, she could still get a little bit of candy.

[ORP setting: Everyone starts hanging out and goes trick or treating together, cue fun and laughter!]
#2

Hellbound liked his life to be ordered. He clocked in and out of work exactly when he was supposed to, followed the same paths home and kept his life on a strict routine. Order was competence.

There were some small deviations here and there, he also left time open for 'random events' and 'spontaneity' if one could even schedule time to be spontaneous but for the most part things were kept a certain way and he did not like to deviate.

Which was why discovering that an important file from the sensitive file room had been destroyed and needed to be replaced immediately with a new copy, right at the end of his shift, came as a great disruption to his day.

He was also a stallion thoroughly dedicated to his job and so he took out his diary, reorganized his schedule and set off at a brisk pace in order to fix the problem as soon as possible.

And with his massive size and long legs, reaching his destination was no trouble at all.

Phonyland morgue was a nondescript building which he presumed made sense. You didn't really want to make a big show of such a place in a theme park but you also couldn't go without. There were many reports about unfortunate accidents to guests that were Very Important and Very Sensitive and needed to be well guarded by someone of his stature.

Which was why he was here.

He paused only briefly at the door to check they were open and then pushed through, dipping his head to enter, his voice immediately filling the reception with a booming, "GOOD EVENING."

@cursedwanderer
#3

There was money missing from the till.

Pink Lemonade finished her count and stood frowning, the register open, tapping her hoof thoughtfully on the counter. Normally there was always a bit of a difference here and there, sometimes off by a few cents or dollars. Sometimes she took money to buy supplies and forgot to take it into account. Sometimes she gave a discount to regulars.

But this was different. This was a lot of money.

"Hmm," she hummed and then began the count again, slower this time, calculating the notes with an eagle-eye.

Nope, still down by $250.

@shortcutt
#4

"It'll be fun," Dude Food was saying as he ambled along, barely getting the words out as he also fought back a yawn. It wasn't often that he was up before midday. "You'll make some friends, hang out a bit. I feel bad, y'know? I gotta run the truck sometimes, even though I'd rather stay home with you."

There was an answering cluck from his back, where a small perfectly preened hen was sitting, wobbling slightly with his movements.

"I know, right?" He gave a slow laugh. "But we'll just give it this one go and see if you like it."

A little further and Dude Food came to a halt in front of the building that was apparently a chicken daycare. He'd found the advertisement while flicking through the paper and after some slow deliberation (a a whole month) he'd decided they would give it a crack.

Rather than have Henrietta at home all day, this way she'd get to socialize with other chickens and he could open his food truck without any worry.

It occurred to him, as he was knocking on the door and listening to the faint background sounds of chickens, that maybe he should have called first. Did you need bookings for chicken daycares? Well, they were here now and they could only ask.
#5

"BAWK! BAWK BAWK!"

Scrambled was playing her favourite game. It was her 'pretend to be a chicken' game and she played it most days, all alone, in whatever patch of dirt was closest. She would bawk and peck at the ground with her 'beak' and sometimes, if an unlucky bug crossed her path, she would have a snack.

She wasn't exactly a fan of eating bugs but it was what chickens did and if she was playing chicken pretend then she had to do it right.
#6
The spider was minding its own business, as spiders usually do. It had found a lovely home, stretched its web out during the night and was now sitting proudly in the middle waiting for lunch to drop by.

Unfortunately its choice of locations wasn't quite so ideal for others. The exit of the tunnel slide near the school was not normally recommended by the spider community and for good reason.

But this spider was either braver or stupider than most and so stayed in its web and waited.

( @Nym itsy bitsy will show up next post haha. just had to set the scene! )
#7

Love was in the air!

With Valentines Day fast approaching, Melting Moment's business was at its peak. Every lover, young and old, was ready to make a move on their crush or wanted to spoil their beloved and she was here for it. She was on cloud nine 24/7 with her heart full of love while also rushing about like a headless chicken trying to fill so many requests.

There was a proposal she needed to organize a string quartet for, a dog that had to bark 'I LOVE YOU' while a wedding ring was hanging off its neck, at least 6 dozen roses, plenty of other flowers, chocolates - OH, THE CHOCOLATES!

Out on the street, Melting Moment came to an abrupt halt and checked her notes, checked the time and then checked her notes again. Oh dear. She didn't have time to go back to the specialty chocolate store now but she needed them for the romantic afternoon picnic she was organizing.

In a panic, Melting Moment looked around. Directly to her right was a shop.

PART AND PARCEL.

It looked like a gift store. Surely they would have chocolates! Thank the fates, she thought as she stepped inside.

@Fealine
#8

It was closing time at Our Haven, and Wildflour was pleased but tired as he turned the sign on the door. Friday was always the biggest day of the week, with the cafe staying open well into the night for poetry readings and political discussions. He'd completely sold out of the vegan cakes, though he'd saved one on the side just for himself rather than miss out on any dinner.

There was still a lot of cleaning to do but tomorrow was a late start and he had a yoga class to look forward to, so he wasn't going to complain. Plus he'd had the chance to recite his news poem to the group... to resounding applause, of course.

"Blessedly we walk into ignorance and the earth lets us go with sadness in her heart," he repeated his favourite line as he wheeled the mop and bucket out to the main floor. Ah yes, he was a true visionary!

@Fealine
#9

Witch Hazel's childhood had so far been fairly insular. It wasn't that she didn't want to broaden her horizons, it was simply that for a good portion of her life Cirrus has been too terrified to let his children out of his sight and he had enough issues without her demanding to be set free to roam about on her own.

But the older they got, the more he realized he couldn't keep his children cooped up forever, and with clouds and teacups only giving good fortune today, Witch Hazel was out and about. Normally her first reaction to being outside was to locate plants or read a book in the sunshine but today was different.

Today she wanted to watch a movie.

A horror movie, to be precise. One about witches and demons and unholy things.

Now all she had to do was buy the ticket and walk on in but the building was so large and very daunting and so instead she lingered outside, staring at the poster, which boasted 'a coven of chills'. Whatever that meant.

@thy
#10

Itsy Bitsy had a sixth sense of sorts. It was as though she could feel something trembling in her proverbial web and it snapped her awake from her where she was dozing in the sun, all of her eyes opening quite wide and her head tilting in thought.

There was a spider nearby and it was in trouble.

"Oh dear," she said, as she stood from the park bench where she had been enjoying the day, her front arms twisting together, fretting for the poor soul. Hopefully she made it in time.

@Byagane319
#11

It was late afternoon and Witch Hazel was on the prowl. Old Mr. Tumble was watching his favourite quiz show and wouldn't be keeping an eye on his prized garden. A garden which contained a host of rare plants and carefully propagated varieties that she didn't have a hope of obtaining on her own.

So she was sneaking in, down the alleyway and easing aside the plank in the fence that she'd been loosening for days. Her little bag contained a pair of shears to carefully snip away at her chosen prey. She was prepared. This was a crime she had been planning for ages.

Witch Hazel took one last look around for witnesses before she wriggled through the fence to the wonderful world beyond.

@alpha lyrae
#12

Bad Tidings LOVED the lighthouse. There were some nights where all she did was float up against a rock and perch her head on her hooves, just watching the light go around and around and around.

She liked that it was meant as a beacon of hope, a lifeline to sailors. She also loved the horror stories and terrible tales, of the light gone out and ships wrecked against a rocky shore in the night, their crew lost to the sea.

Not that anything that exciting ever happened in Phonyland Lagoon but a girl could dream.

Every few days or so, she even wandered over and floated in the water nearby, looking for a glimpse of the pretty caretaker who surely had so much fun working in such a magical place.
#13

"It will be good for everyone," Cirrus had explained, anxious as usual, dark bags under his eyes from another sleepless night. He'd gotten a lot better now that they'd grown up a bit but he still seemed certain that the second he let his children out of his sight they would be snatched up or struck by lighting.

Or turn into evil baby snatching swamp demons, which honestly the chances weren't half bad. Even Witch Hazel thought their mother's pond was quite nice, especially in the summer.

Which was why Cirrus had spent a lot of their youth mentioning how good it was to be nice and kind and do good. It had mostly sunk into their mind except for Cadejo, who was simply a lost cause though Cirrus had yet to realize his son was a little psychopath.

And that led to here and now, Witch Hazel standing outside the house of some old granny who could no longer take care of her yard, a tangled mess of tall grass, stinging nettle and blackberry bushes with alarmingly large thorns. She had all the tools required... and no siblings in sight.

Her mouth pressed into a thin line.

Well, it was time to 'show some kindness' to their neighbours as Cirrus had put it while drowning himself in another cup of tea. It was a good thing she liked gardening.
#14
Product Proposals: Phony Quests / Ruri's Questathon
January 11, 2021, 01:21:24 AM
howdy

this is for quests

also here's a list of names i'd use for phony specific children if they ever came to be:
Kombucha for Wildflour kid

#15

Itsy Bitsy had walked past this particular building multiple times throughout the week and today she had finally stopped, with the sun sinking away and the dark evening sky stretching out above she came to a pause before the front door of the local accountant.

She didn't actually need an accountant - oh no, she was wonderful at counting. She could quite easily count all six-million of her friends that lived within her house and knew them all by name. And her taxes were most certainly up to date. Itsy Bitsy was here for other very important reasons and she was very glad this accountant was still open so late.

With one little arm, she gave a little tap, tap, tap to the door and then carefully opened it, peeking in slightly. "Good evening," she called softly, trying to hide her fangs just a little bit so as not to startle anyone within. "Is the business owner available?"

@purpleroses
#16
just what it says in the title
this will be a badly organized list of my phonies i'm actively searching for flings or partners for!

hit me up on discord if you're interested!
#17
"You've tuned into 101.5 Annihilation Radio, your home for dubstep, electric house and music to dance the night away to. Coming up on the midnight run is Xtreme Scream with your host, Shrill X, where the X is never silent."

"Hey, hey, hey! This is Shrill X here! If you're doing things right you've just woken up and are ready to party until dawn. I've got some seriously good new beats to share and then we'll tackle some calls. I know you've got some things to say and I'm ready for it! Now buckle your seatbelts and hold on, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!"

This program is bought to you by Sofa So Good, your one stop shop for all your sofa needs.

"Fucking ads."

[This is a semi ORP where Shrill X will spew random shit on her radio program and you're occasionally open to call in.]
#18
Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / [ORP] The Midway
December 30, 2020, 12:01:01 AM

The circus is in town (it always is, even if you can't find it) and at night it comes alive; scents and sounds and marvels that will make you rub your eyes in disbelief. If you allow the path to pull you along, it will lead you into a mysterious world of light and shadows. Here between the tents and the throngs of people, you'll discover a part of yourself you never knew before.

Can you smell it? The waft of buttery popcorn, the sawdust beneath your feet, the hotdogs, the cloying sweetness of the cotton candy. Can you hear it? Strange laughter from far away, the high-pitched screams that could be fear or delight, the vendors beckoning you closer, the ever present music of unknown origin.

The pathway is lined with games and amusements, hands reaching out to take your coins in exchange for a chance at one of the many prizes. Others are offering tasty treats, sweet and savoury, to give you strength for the next excitement, or for something to churn when you take on one of the rides towering brightly above it all. Someone offers to tell your fortune and another suggests you visit the hall of mirrors. A sign points off into darkness reading 'Witness Oddities and Curiosities you won't believe!'.

There's a lot to experience - so what will you choose to do?

Welcome to The Midway!

[A casual ORP because I wanna rp Rigged! Pop someone in and he'll turn up to show you around, or swindle you out of your Phony Bux.]
#19
Phony Classifieds: Plotting / Ruri's Element Tracker
December 29, 2020, 10:58:11 PM
Just a place to track kids who I need to grow!
#20

Quote from: Ruriska
It was a blazing hot day and Witch Hazel had foolishly forgotten to wear a hat. At least she could say she wasn't the one who had chosen to run beneath such a harsh sun and she had an endless supply of water to keep her hydrated. The young filly couldn't say much for the decision so many people had made to participate in a marathon on such a hot day but she wasn't her place to judge their foolishness.

Thanks to a flyer from school, she had volunteered to be one of the helpers at the water station. At various places along the course tables had been set up and piled high with water for the runners to grab. She and the others would be responsible for handing them out and then cleaning up after them as well.

The first aid station was also nearby and she was keeping a keen eye on the comings and goings. They weren't interested in the opinions of a kid, especially since her way of dealing with a scrape or sore ankle was somewhat unorthodox but she did like to watch how they tended to the hurt.

Somewhere the race had begun and the call went out to be prepared.

They were further along the course so Witch Hazel didn't immediately focus, instead she put out some more bottles and looked about at the small group she'd been assigned to.

Quote from: Chrystali"You have a very thankless day ahead of you."

The pink colt's statement was matter-of-fact but without malice, simply stating a fact in the way one might say that garbage stinks - absent of sympathy, and bordering a warning.  Grey eyes regarded the unusual filly with dispassionate interest, clinical but attentive, noting her swampy, ghostly appearance as what was probably normal for her and not a cause of concern for him.  Thank goodness.  He wasn't sure what good chiding a ghost-Phony would do.

He wore a small badge around his neck that denoted him as part of the first aid crew, but he chose to instead traipse near her booth, because preventing injuries was the first step in practicing medicine.  Some idiots - like the ones running in dogged heat for a marathon - could not be trusted to be smart enough to prepare, and thus, he took it upon himself to be where he was not supposed to, because it was his job.  End of story.

Of course, he didn't share an inkling of that out loud just yet, looking over towards those already in action with lazy disinterest.  "I'm not sure who is more unfortunate - they, who choose to do this to themselves, or we, who must tend to their foolish decision."

Quote from: RuriskaShe immediately stopped what she was doing, her pale eyed gaze falling on the pink colt and assessing him in much the same way he had looked at her. He looked close to her age but the first aid badge was very apparent, which meant they considered him skilled enough to look after someone who had managed to hurt themselves. That was fine. Well done to him.

He certainly seemed the sort that would be trusted by adults. There was very little child in him, as far as she could tell from a first look. Those grey eyes were much older than his years.

Witch Hazel pushed another bottle into position as she replied. "We have also chosen to be here," she told him. "It was my desire to offer support to the foolish. I would not call myself unfortunate for making this decision." She gave a soft barely there smile as the first runners appeared. Many of them ignored the water. But once they looped around, they were bound to be desperate.

"I require no thanks. Do you?"

Quote from: ChrystaliMercy arched an immediate brow at the other's response - the sheer confidence of it that lacked arrogance, the comfort of knowing one's self and mind.  He was quietly impressed, and almost would have thought to have been looking in a mirror - if he possessed an iota of fondness, anyway.  For this brand of madness, he was most assuredly absent in that department.

"I do not.  But - " he paused on the word to use, deciding to include the patient filly, " - we are not like most."  Stormy eyes slid to the side as the runners bypassed them, probably thinking the two babbens cute or quaint for their presence.  If he cared, he'd probably fly up and drop kick them in the face, but that would require more of his time and efforts.  Unacceptable.

He moved next to her without invitation or qualm, sitting in the meager shade the small booth offered.  "I wouldn't say I support them, however.  I'm just here to make sure they don't over-do it, and if they do, make sure they understand how idiotic they are."  There was a brief, ever-so-light smile that formed, almost more like a grimace of discomfort before it was gone again.  "Not many our age can say that."  He shrugged, looking over to her again, appraising, trying to see if there were any cracks or weak spots in this supposed mission.  "What's your plan, then?  To get them to drink."