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Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] BAWK!!! [Scrambled/K...

Last post by Ruriska - March 07, 2024, 09:32:15 PM

She didn't understand and she didn't know how to ask for help, so she dropped her head onto the table next to the plate, face turned towards the food.

Then she simply stared at the eggs solemnly, willing them to cool down.



@Gl!tch~ (sorry for the nightmares)

#2

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Chicken Daycare? Clu...

Last post by Ruriska - March 07, 2024, 07:31:56 PM

When King moved out of the way, Dude Food took a few more steps forward, just inside the door to gently place the basket down. But his focus was entirely on Henrietta. "Henny?" He called, suddenly struck by the worry that maybe she'd prefer it here, surrounded by chicken friends and a Phony who clearly knew what he was doing around hens.

But the chicken popped up with a cluck and happily scampered over to Dude with a series of pleased and welcoming clucks.

He wrapped a leg around her for a light hug and then landed a smooch on the top of her cute little head. "You had a good day?" Cluck. "I got all your favourite snacks waiting at home!" Cluck cluck! "Can't wait to tell you about my day. I had some awesome customers." Cluck!

He backed out of the door and Henrietta took her place on her back with more elegance than a chicken had any right to possess.

Only then did he look back at King Cock with a grin. "Hey, thanks for looking after her. Seems like she had a good day. We'll totally be back. Not tomorrow though. Gonna take her out for a picnic by the lagoon. But hey, can I call? I'll book her in properly next time instead of just showing up at your door."

@Gl!tch~

#3

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Blue Plate Special [...

Last post by Ruriska - March 07, 2024, 06:56:17 PM

At first she stared only blankly at the stranger that had appeared to lightly admonish her for eating the crunchy floor worm. Did he not want to share? It was true that the floor was otherwise fairly clean and thus not much available but she'd already spotted some sort of crumbs under the other table and had intended on that being her next destination.

After a pause, she scampered out from under the table and back to King Cock, her safety zone, and watched the tall not-cock place down the booster and menus. Fries. Was that the delicious crunchy worm? Yes, she wanted more!

She chirped her agreement.

With the hopes of receiving more food, Scrambled willingly clambered up onto the booth and the booster chair until she was perched on top of the world, with the whole table spread out in front of her. There was a flat object with pictures and scribbles.

She studied the menu.

Her head tilted one way and then the other.

It was incomprehensible to her.

In all ways but physical, she was a chicken.

So, no, she couldn't read.

But she did see a picture showing a delicious bowl of crunchy worms that she started to peck at with all the fervour of a hungry chick.



@Byagane319
@Gl!tch~

#4

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Blue Plate Special [...

Last post by Gl!tch~ - February 23, 2024, 05:16:52 PM

The stallion felt some kind of warmth in his chest seeing the fleshy-pink babben investigate the space. Maybe there was some joy to leading her out beyond a haven where she could pretend to be a chicken forever. Perhaps introducing her to more of Phonyland and its wonders brought out some kind of paternal pride? And hope that she would have more places she would want to go and maybe even have more interest in socializing with other phonies?

While Scrambled was tasked with finding a seat (and struggling; he forgot how difficult it was to navigate without wings), a new voice and tall, pale visage caught his attention.

"Well hey there, cowpoke!" King greeted. This place really went all-out with the buttered-and-fried rancher vibes, right down to even the staff. Charming.
He also couldn't help but notice that Country Kitchen had a very nice mane and tail. And he wasn't too bulky for a draft horse, either. Not that it mattered.

So taken was he in the moment, he didn't notice that Scrambled end up under a table. But, you know, it was fine. Kids do that, and she probably could use some exploration- oh, wait. There was food still on the floor and-

"Honey, don't-"

And it was in the babben's mouth.

King sighed. Secondhand embarrassment set in. He could, perhaps, bother to be upset that the diner wasn't cleaner. But he had enough of a head on his shoulders to understand that a place could only be so spotless. He could also be upset at Scrambled, but she didn't know any better. He could only work so hard to curb her worm-eating habits at home (read: he mostly left her to her devices when she was outside, especially when she was on her own. He was a busy pegasus and also had faith that if worm-pecking was a habit to be kicked, she would get there on her own).

He rubbed his face with a hoof, then just had to chuckle. The other stallion's patience went a long way to ease his weary thoughts. "She's definitely a li'l scavenger, uh-huh. Thanks for the booster seat, and I'm sure she would love some fresh fries. Right, sweetheart?"

That was another thing he wanted to work on- getting her to talk more. If that meant a cluck or words, either seemed like progress as far as he was concerned.

He also nodded in thanks regarding the menus, and was ready to sit and look things over once he was sure Scrambled was comfortable.

Although...

Wait.

Could she read?

Note to self: remind child that hot food is hot and needs to cool

#5

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Project Playdate [Br...

Last post by Gl!tch~ - February 23, 2024, 01:32:37 PM

"Oh, um...thank you for the snacks!" Should she have brought snacks, too? Fair Pace brought a drink, but it was for 'the host'. Maybe she should have done the same...?

Too late now, she had to tell herself. Maybe it wouldn't matter! Hopefully.

And she didn't really know which of the two colts was supposed which. It might be rude to ask... But the blue-maned one seemed nice, though a bit...reserved. The yellow-haired one she wasn't as sure how to respond to. "Um... Hi..." was really all she could come up with.

They were waiting and she would have to take the lead eventually. None of her family was here to swoop in if she needed a nudge.

So she took a breath.

"So we make a little zone here..." Hovering, she traced an invisible circle on the floor. "And then we put the marbles in the zone. I have some shooters...enough for the three of us, I think... They're the bigger ones. You knock your shooter into the rest of the marbles, and any that leave the zone, you keep! Whoever has the most after the zone is empty wins."

She mostly played the game on her own at recess and at home when it wouldn't get in anyone's way (and usually after she would tire of trying and failing to do art next to Fair Pace and Off Copic), so it would be interesting to see how the game played with others.

#6

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Project Playdate [Br...

Last post by Chrys - February 17, 2024, 10:06:22 AM

Mercy, for his part, couldn't have cared less about the idea of interacting with babbens his age.  Or could he have?  It was hard to tell, sometimes.  But the plain simple fact of the matter was, the overachieving pegasus kept himself plenty busy with volunteer work - whether it was wanted or not - enough so that the idea of 'playing' and 'games' earned little more than a slow blink from the pink foal when his mother had more or less suggested it.  (More or less...it's mom, so it's less a suggestion and more of a commentary on what his future held.)

It wasn't all bad, though.  Paladin was there, and he was quite grateful to have his stoic brother there.  He wouldn't feel so out of place that way, knowing that his bluntness could be received poorly and often spoke more loudly than his good intentions.  Where his brother brought snacks, Mercy brought some refreshments of water and lemonade, though he had to be more careful bringing it on a tray between his teeth than his magically inclined sibling.

Flicking his tail and sitting nearby, Mercy looks between the two, vaguely amused that it seemed the three of them were out of their depth in more ways than one.  Maybe it wouldn't be a total bust.  "Hello," he looks over to the flutter with a polite nod.  "I'm afraid my knowledge of marbles is - not fit for most polite conversation."  He idly rubs a hoof against his jaw.  Truly, he only knew how to pop them out of nostrils.  Instead, he echoes his brother's sentiment, waiting for the ruels.

#7

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Blue Plate Special [...

Last post by Byagane319 - February 14, 2024, 08:50:00 PM

Kit happily pranced around his kitchen, checking the food prep and ensuring he had enough supplies.  The big morning rush had passed so it was the calmer time for the diner which meant he could restock and make some more ingredients.  Looking up he heard the jingle of the bell over the door.  His normal waitress had stepped outside to have a quick sit down so he knew he should help out other than cooking!

The large draft stallion walked out, smiling at the pegasus and the smaller phoal.  "Howdy!  Welcome to Country's Kitchen!  I'm Country Kitchen!" he chuckled, "But everyone just calls me Kit."  His accent was rather thick but he had kind eyes under his hat.  He glanced down as he saw the little one gobble up a fallen fry from the floor, "Woah thar littlin.  No need eatin off the floor, I can make you some fries!"

His voice wasn't loud our mad sounding, in fact he seemed amused by it.  His mother often told him she had issues keeping her large son from eating everything he could see.  "Here, lemme get you a kid seat."  He picked up a booster seat so Scrambled could see up at the table before he turned to King Cock.  "Maw always told me I ate everything I could see too," he chuckled and nodded to the menus on the table, "Just take a gander and yer waitress will be by shortly."

#8

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Project Playdate [Br...

Last post by Nym - February 12, 2024, 09:45:16 PM

Paladin wasn't really a foal kind of foal -- not out of choice, mind you, but out of habit. Foals didn't tend to stick around him long, often either bored or off-put by his less-than-childlike mannerisms and interests. If he had been given more of a chance, he might explain that he didn't exactly know what foals typically got themselves into, but he neither enjoyed making excuses nor had the opportunity to do so. And, truthfully, he wasn't sure how to comment much about his lack of friends his own age. It wasn't as if Paladin was bullied, or lacked a hospitable environment, or anything else that could account for why he struggled so much socially. Sure, his dad and one of his siblings had vanished not just once, but twice, and if he really wanted to he could use that as his defense, yet... well, Paladin wasn't quite sure how he felt about the twice loss of his father and sibling. It was surely a lot to take in, true, but he had also grown used to the absence of Just Lance and Sanctuary. It still hurt when he lingered on the thought, as he suspected it always would, but it wasn't the reason for his lack of a social life.

Maybe he was just a weird guy. He could get behind that -- he had heard it enough, he supposed.

Well, none of that mattered right that moment, either. Blind Love had done what she did best and planned a playdate for both he and Mercy, and now they had little time until the guest would arrive. He had stationed himself in the kitchen, eyes narrowed and brows scrunched as he tried to consider a snack for the three of them to share. His mother had always insisted on providing a treat when guests arrived, and while his mother had been more than happy to be the one to provide, Paladin had insisted on taking over the duty himself. How else would he learn? By the time Bright Gallery had made her way into their living room, there was an assortment of small fruits, ants on a log, and raisins placed delicately on a pale pink plate, floating inches above his head as he entered and deposited the offering.

"Evening, Bright Gallery," he greeted cordially, glancing back to wherever Mercy was and nodding gently towards his sibling. "We have snacks you can help yourself to."

Marbles? He'd never played before, but he had seen other foals and fillies play with them during recess. "Yes, I would be interested. What are the rules?"

#9

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / Re: [PRP] Blue Plate Special [...

Last post by Ruriska - February 12, 2024, 12:46:58 AM

Ever since King Cock had plucked Scrambled up out of the dirt, brushed her off and fed her something more than bugs and random garbage, the little pink dead-eyed chicken had been head over heels. He was her papa, her father, the big rooster that watched over the flock. Where he led, she followed.

She was never far from his side, skittering along, always in danger of getting stepped on as she tried to poke her head between his legs or duck underneath him as a shortcut instead of just walking around.

All the while making a constant low 'bok bok bok' sound.

Today they were on an outing! A very exciting outing and King Cock had promised food (her favourite!). She'd never been inside a proper establishment before. But it seemed the diner was surprisingly suitable for chickens and chicken adjacent phonies as her dear father opened the door wide to let her in.

She scrambled inside.

Go see where we can sit.

She poked around. All the booths and chairs looked high. There was a stray long dusty looking golden thing under one of the tables. A worm? She snapped it up. Crunchy worm? Wow! What a wonderful place!

#10

Roleplaying, Plots & Quests / [PRP] Blue Plate Special [King...

Last post by Gl!tch~ - February 11, 2024, 09:03:23 PM

King knew how to feed himself and how to feed chickens, but feeding foals elduded him a little bit. Babbens were supposed to eat a lot of nutrients to get big and strong. Or something.

Maybe he failed to eat enough greens? Was that why he was shorter than the average pegasus?
A thought for another time, maybe.

If anything, he knew Scrambled needed to eat more than worms and birdseed. Based on how he found her, she could probably do with a heartier meal than he usually could put on the table.

So today he decided on an excursion to the Country Diner. Good old fashioned hearty cooking, and at breakfast time he was hoping to avoid a menu full of cooked chicken-centric options. Anyway, hash browns counted as a vegetable! He could pat himself on the back already.

He took a moment to hold the door for Scrambled on the way into the establishment. "Go see where we can sit, kiddo, and I'll be right behind ya."