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Name: Bright Gallery (or "Bright")
Type: Flutter
Cutie Mark: TBD
Purpose/Occupation: She likes art but isn't as talented as Fair Pace or Off Copic... But it's certainly nice to look at!
Stable: Lives with Fair Pace and co, though primarily shares space with Fair Pace (whether he likes it or not)
Bio: Bright Gallery loves color and all forms of art. Unfortunately, her personality doesn't pop in the same way. She is shy, reserved, and generally unsure of herself. How could she not, when she is surrounded by talent and she...well...doesn't seem to have any. But she always wants to try things, even if she can't find that spark other Phonies have with them. She is also a pretty smart kid, and can tell that her primary caregiver doesn't want to be around her much. So at this point, she can't help but be a bit of a wallflower. Much like Fair Pace, she hates sudden things, but they spook her so bad that she tends to bolt when they pop up.

Relationships:
. Fair Pace - Her primary caregiver. Bright is drawn to him, and doesn't understand why he keeps her at arm's length. Did she do something wrong...?
. Off Copic - Fair Pace's sister and the one she's left with more often than not. Fun and bouncy, but Bright still feels like a burden.
. Mended Memories - Bright is comfortable considering him her cousin at the very least. He already knows what he wants to do and good at doing it, and she's a bit jealous.
. Rogue Gallery - TBD
. Kiwi Kiss - TBD
. Bee Sweet - TBD
. Rigged - TBD
. Paladin - TBD
. Mercy - TBD

RP log:
. Artful Dodging [w/ Rogue Gallery] [Honesty Element]
. A helping hoof in the kitchen [w/ Kiwi Kiss and Bee Sweet] [Kindness Element]
. Circus Delights [w/ Rigged and Fair Pace] [Laughter Element]

Name: Fair Pace (or "Pace")
Type: Flutter
Cutie Mark: Stems; Twice as Fancy
Purpose/Occupation: Egg painting and dyeing; specializes in pace eggs
Stable: Shares an abode with his sister and the two egg babbins (Bright Gallery and Mended Memories)
Bio: Fair Pace is a gentle and delicate sort. He speaks and laughs softly and is generally pleasant company. He is also a perfectionist at heart, and so moves at a glacial speed so things are just so. Sudden movements tend to scare the life out of him (this extends to relationships). In similar fashion, loud noises (and personalities) cause a bit of difficulty for this stallion. Unsurprisingly, children are not his most favorite things in the world. He is polite and even kind to them, but also, please keep them some distance away, if you can.
All of these issues make it so that being a caregiver is difficult, but he has landed in this position once an egg he painted turned into a babbin. He is trying, he really is, but he's currently not at his best as a guardian at this time.

Relationships:
. Off Copic - His sister! She is very...quirky...but he does not know what he would do without her. Especially when he needs to pawn off Bright Gallery
. Mended Memories - The life born from an egg Off Copic painted. Pace currently doesn't have a word for their relationship but he does feel "related close enough that I am occasionally guilted into taking him out for ice cream". The kid's interest in touching up antiques is fascinating and even impressive.
. Bright Gallery - The life born from an egg he painted. Fair Pace tries not to think too hard about what that means. When he accidentally does, he tends to try to hoof her off to Off Copic so he can get a drink. Though he prefers to keep Bright Gallery in Off Copic's care as much as possible anyway. When not neglecting what is essentially his daughter indisposed, Fair Pace is a stern but, well, fair guardian. He is a bit concerned about how shy the filly is, but he has absolutely no idea how to deal with it.
. Rigged - A handsome con man stallion who's entirely way too up Pace's alley. But can his little heart handle it?
. Paladin - Cute, for a kid. Helps that he acts strangely mature for a babbin.
. Blind Love - Pretty, mom-shaped, definitely can deal with Bright so he doesn't have to. Score!

RP log:
. Circus Delights [w/ Rigged and Bright Gallery]
. Gift Horses [w/ Paladin and Blind Love]

He nodded. "It's my pleasure. See you then, uh, champ."

Friendly terms for stallions....still a work in progress.

He shut the door, though not unkindly.

King turned and contemplated the hen for a moment.

Huh. King guessed there was some kind of privilege to running a daycare. He never had to give his own wards to someone else for any amount of time. Something to think about.

But! More pressing matters lay before him. He needed to get Henrietta settled in and maybe get some coffee before it was time to start lunch.

@Ruriska

"Okay! Good!" he yelled back, trying to match her energy. Then King returned to his usual volume. "But we don't cluck loudly in the coop, okay?"

The King wasn't sure how much yelling he would be able to stand, and he needed to get the filly to form coherent sentences. There had to be a way to do so without getting tinnitus.

"Let's get you some grub, okay, sweetheart?" he asked, motioning towards the door.

@Ruriska

King cocked his head at the sudden intrusion. In the middle of his game! His town he worked so hard to set up and destroy! His time to be big and scary!

But...if he thought about it....no one else ever tried to play with him... So that was new. He could kind of dig it, actually.

And a part of him really, really wanted to show off his leadership skills when a filly was around.

"I guess you can wreck the town, too, even though you didn't ask," he huffed and clucked in a huffy tone only kids have perfected. "But I'm Roostro! You can be....Hen-shin...or something." That was a thing he heard before. It sounded like it could work.

"And if you really wanna mess everything up, you should try doing somethin' liiiike..." He turned and kicked a whole bunch of 'buildings' over, domino-style. "This! See?" He puffed his chest out. A very proud rooster indeed.

@Fealine

[Bright Gallery!Thank you so much for this event! <3]

Pacely permababby is named Bright Gallery!

Thank you so much for this event! <3

[Fair Pace]

Pace Eggistan is named Fair Pace please and thanks :>

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[b][url=https://mylittlephony.citycyb.org/phony/kingcock.png]King Cock[/url][/b] [ [url=https://mylittlephony.citycyb.org/forum/index.php?topic=75.0]Gl!tch~[/url] ] :: Chicken Tender
King runs Castle Coop, a daycare center for hens. Amenities include a play room, coop, range run, and healthy lunchtime options for every fowl diet!

Everything was perfectly in place. Blocks, action figures, and little vehicles scattered around looking vaguely like Phonyville.

Then it all started to shake as the ground rumbled below.

One hoof stomped in. Then another. The Phony towering over the display stood up on his hind legs and roared.

"ROOOOOOSTRO!"

Then he smashed down and started destroying blocks and throwing toys, making actions sounds with his mouth (plus the occasional cluck) all the while.

He ignored the butterflies that passed him by, as well as the park equipment they fluttered around, during his rampant destruction

One wayward toy, long missing an arm, managed to get chucked into the local sandbox.

The King stared down for a second, then stepped out of the way. He wasn't about to stop a hen with her mind set on something. Instead, he just laughed at the forceful personality that completely stepped on the face of Dude Food's waffling. "Looks like someone knows what she wants. She'll be in good company."

A decent chunk of his job centered on pulling customers into be fold, and often that involved railroading when they seemed indecisive or pulling all the stops when they were clearly new caretakers desperate for someone to do a good job when they weren't sure they were pulling it off themselves. Maybe the practice angled a little more towards revenue than customer service, but he had to keep the business running somehow.

And this customer was definitely getting cold hooves. King could probably start talking about how Henrietta clearly loved the place, then  pull out some forms while he kept on about it, and get the door shut on Dude Food's face before the stallion could fully process that he signed his chicken up for a full month's worth of daycare.

Dude Food's commentary stuck in his mind, though. A life-long bond was no joke. Most who came in had been sucked into the hen fad and didn't know the first thing about the fowl they now had to take care of. He didn't feel bad taking the reins and as much of their money as he could doing so because it would be less heartache than trying to coach on how to raise a happy hen. He had stories that would drive one to drink.

He looked back up at Dude Food. "She's in safe hooves here. And she's not gonna go anywhere. If you take her at the end of the day and never come back, I'm not gonna take it personal. But I think it's gonna be worth a shot to see how you do without her for..."

He looked at the clock again.

"One full afternoon."

King internally wept about how much time he was losing.

"Think of it as a trial run. On the house. Because letting go is very tough, ain't it?"

@Ruriska

King Cock raised a hoof to rub his face. He let out a big, long sigh. The kid was certainly...dedicated.

And no responsible adults had come running during all the clucking and yelling about cocks. So this was his problem for now. At least she had stopped rolling around in the dirt.

"Guess we'll have to call admin services..." King mumbled to himself, then exhaled again.

"Oookay, kiddo," he said, at a regular volume now. "Let's, uh...slow down. Take this one step at a time. You like eggs?"

If he had to choose between being the guy who had a random child playing chicken in his lawn, and being the guy who wasn't, well. There was some PR he didn't feel ready to try.

"I can make you eggs and..." Coffee? Did he drink coffee as a colt? No. That couldn't be right. Was it...? Oh yeah. "Milk. Very good, healthy, won't-give-you-the-shakes milk. Uh-huh."

@Ruriska

King listened for a bit, nodding along, until the hen popped into his view.

"Oh, well, look at you. An absolutely precious baby!" King cooed at the purple chicken. He turned his attention back to Dude Food, and his demeanor immediately changed back to professional-bordering-on-bored. "Henrietta, you said it was?" He mulled over the very...on-the-nose name. "I'm gonna guess she's your first."

She looked very well-behaved and healthy. Not every hen would sit on a Phony's back like that. Especially after a little bit of jostling. King allowed himself a to be a little impressed, though he was still all business otherwise.

"Calling does have some perks to it." Like saving him time, and paperwork, and time with paperwork. "Unexpected drop-offs come with a li'l fee for last-second accomodations, you know how it is. And that's when it's..."

He looked at the clock again. King had to guess that Dude Food was no early riser. "Earlier."

The rooster Phony had to crunch some numbers. And coffee beans, but that didn't seem to be in the cards today. "We might have to talk late fees..." Though his heart wasn't in the concept. Or the conversation it might lead to. He would be thrown off his game even more! And the idea of losing business over piling on so many fees hurt him so. Henrietta seemed to good to lose over that.

"But, if you're planning to bring her around daily, I think we could forget about that one."

@Ruriska

It was the eyes that really got to him. Little specks that drilled into his person. Never had he seen such small, emotionless eyes on a fellow Phony's face before. They were quite familiar, but in the wrong place. 'Uncanny' was the word.

The filly's yell made him jump, more out of shock than anything else. "A-ah. So you can talk..." he observed while the pink little foal fell over herself to run over to him.

And then she was smacking her face all over his knees. "Ow. Ow. Ow." King flicked his tail in irritation.

He wouldn't act on it, much like how he didn't start throwing hens around when they decided to be especially misbehaved. But he definitely wanted to pick Scrambled up, if only so she couldn't peck at him anymore.

"Okay, sweetie," he stated between crows of pain, " You've got some real talent in the pecking department. But I would, uh, really appreciate it if you told me where your mother hen or father rooster or whoever is right now."

@Ruriska

All the daily drop-offs were accounted for, plus the last-minute call-ins (with waivers and extra fee forms signed and filed out of pecking reach). Confirmed by a quick glance up at the clock, King was free to consider the morning rush officially over. He ushered the day's flock out the back door towards the range run, tossed some feed on the ground to get everyone milling about, and after making sure no one looked about ready to have any sort off fuss, went back inside to start his pre-lunchtime routine. And maybe have a cup of coffee.

An unexpected knock at the door cut off his train of thought. He tilted his head, heard another knock, and realized that, yes, he did in fact have to answer it. Even after the morning rush and before the evening rush. He flew over to make up for lost time.

"Welcome to Castle Coop, where chicken care is King. Can I...help you?" he recited his over-the-phone script to the Phony in front of him, eyeing the stallion up and down.

Behind King, the inside of the daycare center had a charming rustic quality to it befitting a hen-focused establishment, with tacked on medieval-themed decorations here and there. Most of the space was quartered off for safe and hygienic hen use, with ledges and roosts for interior mobility. A decent amount of said space was worn from pecking and scratching.

@Ruriska

He followed the squawks. As he listened to each crowing, the more he considered how off they sounded. High-pitched, yes, but almost...child-like, as well.

Something small and pink (good lord he hoped it wasn't plucked) passed under his gaze.

All the wrong shapes to be a hen, all the right shapes to be a Phony. King proceeded to land not too far off.

He watched on for a little bit, witnessing the foal get dirtier as she smashed her face on the ground and clucked.

"Uh huh."

Foalhood memories flooded back.

Apparently they still taught children that they could be anything, even livestock, if they really, really wanted.

"Uh...huh. Right."

King cleared. "Hey, sugar, are your...er...minders...around?"

He scanned the area real quick for anyone who might claim the child on his lawn.

Did this poor thing's parents drop and dash without reading the sign?

@Ruriska