Trash Talk [Dead]

[waxworks]

(( NOTICE! This topic has -NO POST ORDER-. The only rule is that SOMEONE has to post before you can post again. It doesn't matter what order or who posted, so long as there's at least one other post between your last post and your new post! Also, this topical will be MOSTLY DIALOGUE. Think of it as a good chance for your ponies to flap their gums. Also feel free to have multiple characters along. ))

With a light crackle, the bonfire finally ignited, and Dusty sighed happily. The night was clear, the stars were bright, there was a cool breeze, and a roaring fire. Of course what else helped tremendously was a keg of cider he had that was fit to slate the thirsts of a team of draft ponies.

"Heads up," came a voice from above, as a small wooden barrel dropped out of the sky, hit a partially sprung mattress, and rolled to a stop next to the keg. A cheerful looking pegabat dropped down after it, landing on the mattress with a thud. "Bit'a my momma's recipe for sparklin' honeysuckle. She calls it sunshine."

"Aaah, delicious!" Cheered Dusty, licking his snout and sniffing at the barrel. The Ponyville Junkyard wasn't as trashy a place as one would think, thanks to the hard-working refuse ponies that sorted, recycled, and stomped everything that got thrown out. The shaggy pegasus looked up for a moment as a soft wail suddenly filled the air.

"Oooooo."

He glanced over to see a mint colored unicorn unemotionally standing several yards away. A white hoof appeared from behind a nearby pile of rubbish, and a hushed round of coaching could be heard. She tried again, this time mechanically waving her hooves, "ooooooo."

"Absolutely terrifying," said Dusty, nodding. "Were I not so tired I would've respon-"

The sudden appearance of a small, black shadow directly in front of him with a shout caused him to rear, neigh loudly, and fall onto his back with a thud. A waxy white pony leapt from behind the rubbish cheering, "A CLASSIC MISDIRECT! See Riv? I told you it'd work!"

"Oh my, it did seem so. Are you alright Dusty," said Rivet, as Waxworks trotted towards the bonfire and Cobblestone peered at the horizontal pegasus.

He waved a large hoof, "I'm fading quickly! Force cider down my throat!"

"Oh," came a lilting voice, "then I suppose I shouldn't 'ave brought this keg of ginger beer?"

Dusty popped to his hooves with amazing agility, "I suppose we can make do!"

Mandolin Gray gave the pegasus a cheerful punch in the ribs, and nosed to the barrel to the collection, "brought Grace along too, told her she shouldn't be spending every night workin'."

"Hey Dusty," came two quick gestures from Mannequin Grace, with her constant wooden companion sitting on her back.

"Hullo Manny! Well, I think that's everyone... you know I put out fliers every week but always the usual suspects."

The pegasus made his way to the bonfire, his friends gathered around it, relaxing comfortably on whatever discarded padding they could find. "So my friends, who has a topic?"

Waxworks wildly waved a hoof, "OOH! OOH! I wanna talk about Changelings!"

This elicited several groans, as Grace tapped the ground and fired off a few gestures, "you always want to... have you ever actually seen a real one?"

"Well, no, just what everypony else reads in books and newspapers."

"Hun, then why the obsession?" Said Powderkeg, stretching out.

"I dunno, it's just weird that everyone thinks they're all evil and stuff. I mean, I feed on love too!"

"Ay, but you're not pumping it out of ponies with a straw," said Gray, pouring himself a flagon of sunshine.

"...You can do that?"

Dusty took the opportunity of Waxy's confusion to change the subject, "here's something I've always wondered. How many twigs can you take away from a timberwolf, and still call it a timberwolf?"

[Afterglow]

[sry the this post isn't that dialog oriented]  

Once the bon fire was alight and everypony was getting comfortable it was only minuets before a vary particular show wagon rolled onto the sean seemingly pulling itself into the scrap yard. It was an old thing but still in great condition about 9 feet long and 6 feet wide. The outer walls where made of a stiff dark oak and the bottom and top wore covered in ornate carvings and depiction's of different types of entertainers such as clowns and jesters. The left side bore a large sign that simply read (Horrorshow's). Within seconds it ground to a halt right in front of the bonfire. A hatch on the roof swung open and ought burst a purple blur that spun three times forward before landing to the left of the wagon on its hind lags front hooves spread out wide. It was none other then Horrorshow refusing to miss any form of nighttime gathering. He stood there clad in a in a patchwork purple and green suit. the tassel from his fez hung between the two cylinders of his brass goggles bobbing up and down with every breath.

"The name is Horrorshow master of fright and delight"
"I can only hope i'm welcomed here tonight"

"And do not worry i arrived to this little star lit meet"
"Baring a rare and decadent treat"

Horrshow still standing on his hind legs elbowed the front of the cart who's entire face collapsed reviling the inside which housed the spring bored that was apparently used to propel Horrorshow out of the roof but more importantly a black and ivory keg who's silver spout was shaped like the elongated head of a saddle arabian horse

"♬ Gypsy Ginger Jasmine ♬"
"It well bring out the things locked within."

"Come one come all have a taste"
"So to your mind that it may lay wast"

"Tis my family brew free for but one night"
"So come now! Take a swig! Before new mornings light."

Horrorshow waved a handkerchief in the air and produced a wooden mug from seemingly nowhere and filled it up to the brim with the Jasmine Gin. A red haze rising from the nostrils of the spout as he filled the mug. He then held it out scanning the bunch for anypony who dared to try it.

"you there sir! You look like a stallion fond of all the liquid gold this fine land has to offer." He said with a grin as he pointed the mug out towards Dusty shattering the blue pony's attempt at a philosophical discussion.        

    

[waxworks]

Rivet Stitch blinked nonchalantly at the wagon, "I think Quip Crack is here."

Of course this wasn't the jester's wagon, but then most of the ponies gathered didn't know what that one looked like either. Dusty was more interested in the liquid, however. He smiled brightly, "ah, a new guest, for that honor, I'll let you draw first blood."

His large shaggy hoof snagged the mug away, and the winged clydesdale poured it down his throat the same way you'd pour water on a fire. There was an audible fizzing sound as he smiled with a sigh, "that's a very tasty bit, not bad! Very well, here's the group, I am Dusty, that's Gray, little Cobblestone, Grace, Riv, Waxy, PK... I think that's everyone..."

There was a small ahem, and Dusty corrected himself, pointing a hoof at the small wooden dragon, "aaaand Stump."

"Master'a Fright?" An incredulous Mandolin Gray raised an eyebrow, as he then turned to look at Waxworks. Waxy appeared to be looking directly at Horrorshow, but she wasn't moving. The truth was she was moving, through the air off the back of the wagon, onto Horrorshow's back with a gregarious screech. Cobblestone blinked in surprise, and quietly poked the wax sculpture sitting beside him that he'd mistaken for his big sister.

"HIYAS MISTER SHOW!" Yelled the waxy white pony happily, "I know him, he almost got grabbed by the tentacles in the House of Wax! It was fun!"

"Heh, any friend'a Waxy's a friend'a mine," said Powderkeg, sniffing at a mug full of pickle juice. "Ain't no need for fancy tricks here Show, just pull up'a pile'a junk an' start'a jawin'."

Mannequin Grace threw off several gestures towards Horrorshow, which the pegabat helpfully interpreted, "ooh, good one. She says, if y'ain't the main character of someone else's story, how far 'way ya gotta go before yer yer own character?"

[Afterglow]

"wow a real adventurous type i see not many pony dare take a swig that big of my family brew first time around. It ant like nothing in this world." Horror show produced another mug and filled it up for himself.


"you see i add a special ingredient venom from candy spiders hard stuff to come by and expensive to but it gives the drink a little extra kick. Causes one to see unimaginable horrors and monstrosities before their vary eyes usually takes a few minutes to kick in though and doesn't last that long" He took a swig of the brew himself causing his left pupil to immediately dilate.

"But its great for inspiration *chuckle* but first times always a bit ruFFFAAA!" He screamed interrupted the candelmare's attack.

"And hello there if it isn't my fellow visionary if had know you were going to be here i would have prepared something little more startling then a springboard i still need to get you back for last night festivities" Horrorshow grinned remembering the fond memories of terror.

"Grovul still must get a look at that machine before i leave town. But that is all for later now is a time for mary and amusment you simply must introduce me to your host of companions." finishing off what remained in the mug he took a seat on a half eaten couch in front of the bon fire before reaching into his Fez and pulling out a deck or rather old looking cards"

[waxworks]

Mandolin Gray smiled at the deck of cards, "oy, I used to read those for money. Was absolutely terrible at it as I recall but I was convincing and that's the trick. Heeey, tha's a good. If what yer doin' isn't really real, but you're not officially good at it, but y'look convincin'."

His sister looked a bit confused at this, as she nursed a cranberry drink of some sort, and made several gestures, "how can you not be good at something that isn't real?"

"Well, just sayin', could be."

Dusty was licking his lips thoughtfully, looking about for signs of the monstrous visions Horrorshow mentioned. He smiled and leaned back, "of course, I think it'd be far scarier if it just showed you reality without any of the niceties we put between us and it, now that would be really scary."

"Ooo, ooo, ooo!" Said Waxworks, raising her hoof as if to ask a question, then remembering that wasn't how it worked. "Wouldn't it be scary if you weren't afraid of aaaaanything?"

[Afterglow]

"why no my dear these are no tarot card's or the like i keep those in my top hat these are something far far more sinister." He held his tung for dramatic effect.

"these are conversation starters!" he shouted sarcastically arms up like a monster.

"why with these you can pry you way into any ponies personal life learn all there is to know so when the moments right you wont be silly enough to end up getting him a green hat for his birthday when his favorite color is blue!" As Horrorshow spoke his voice began to pick up volume. obviously getting caught up in recollection of a seemingly traumatizing event only to be snapped out of it by Dusty and Wax's conversation.

"Not... afraid.. of anything why i cant comprehend i couldn't even begin to pretend. Fear is the spice of life its what makes my tik tok it puts the clip in my clop without fear why id be nothing well actually id probably be a clown but thats besides the point. A world without fear would be tantamount to a world without funny hats. Its just not a place to live."      

[waxworks]

Dusty perked slightly, as one of his hooves snapped out, pulling the flagon from Horrorshow with a sudden realization, "ah! One rule I almost forgot to mention, and this is an important one, as it's the only one." He slid away the flagon towards Rivet Stitch, and nosed over the decanter of pickle juice that Mannequin Grace had brought along, "you don't drink what you brought with you. Here, try a snort of that."

Rivet blinked her uncovered eye at the brew, as a small spider shaped cloud fizzed off of it. "If you didn't know something ever existed, how would you know you missed it."

"Well I guess you'd..." Powderkeg paused, looking slightly confused, cider suds on her face. "Shoot, I ain't a clever pony, that's like a riddle."

A small voice suddenly piped up, "it's like how you can't know things you don't know you don't know."

Several of them turned to see Cobblestone quietly sinking back into his sister's shadow, holding a small juice box. Dusty clapped his hooves together, "excellently put, Cobblestone!"

The little shadow looked around sheepishly, but the general idea of a smile was there.

Another small voice suddenly yelled out, not nearly as hesitant as the last. "Since we've got two masters of fear here," said the small wooden dragon sitting on Grace's back, "what are you afraid of?"

"Ooh, OOH! You go first," said Waxworks eagerly, "BUT DON'T TELL ME! Just let me know when it's my turn!"

And with that, she stuck her hooves in her ears and began humming noisily to herself.

[Afterglow]

"what am i afraid of what am i afraid of? well do you mean afraid in the good way or afraid in the ever elusive bad way? i mean i like to think its safe to say i am a vary open minded stallion who often gets more of a laugh out of a good fright rather then any real fear but there is one thing that scares the hat off my head and that one thing haunts my every action. I fear that as i grow old and soft so to well my shows. I fear becoming boring and washed up. I fear losing the magic in my life that is the gaze of the crowd the look's in entertained and frightened ponies alike. I fear losing the things that make me Horrorshow. I fear losing what lets me know that i'm real." Once he was done speaking Horrorshow took a large swig of the pickle juice. And began to ponder for a moment.

"And well there is one more thing iv recently gained something in my life that i never really had before." He took one more swig finishing off the drink and paused for a moment

"A responsibility. Inside that there cart is sleeping a poor little Diamond pup and i'm not sure i'm rely cut out to look over him. I mean i love him to death but i wont be the first one to say im not exactly the parentin type but i guess creepy cackling carni is better then nothing at all right? well any way there you have it the inner fears of a stallion who lives and breaths the stuff how about you wax works?" He waved a hoof at the candlemare

[waxworks]

Cobblestone helpfully turned and poked his big sister in the ribs, as she still had her hooves in her ears and was humming something that sounded suspiciously close to 'Giggle at the Ghosties.' She blinked and unplugged her ears, "sorry about that Horrorshow, but it's no fun if somepony just goes and tells me what they're most afraid of! Besides, I like to think that I can scare the horseshoes off of them without knowing their deepest darkest fears."

"Waxy," said Dusty, pursing his lips.

"Mmm?"

"It's your turn."

"OH! Right, right. Okay, what am I afraid of, well..."

What followed was a high speed, stunningly comprehensive, and almost impossibly alphabetically ordered list of a variety of things of all shapes and sizes. In the time it took Waxworks to finish this list, Rivet Stitch had managed to drink down the entire contents of the mug full of Horrorshow's brew.

Mandolin Gray blinked, "oy wait, I heard 'spooky old houses' in there. Don't you live in a spooky old house?"

"Yeah! It's great!"

"Eh, who am I to question," said Gray, as he trotted over and nosed the tap on the cider keg, pouring himself another mug.

As Rivet began to feel the effects of the drink, seeing various spectral creatures pop in and out of nowhere, she nonchalantly said, "oh, I have a question. If you were, well, if you ran into yourself, do you think you'd be friends."

"Oooh, like changelings?" Piped up Waxworks eagerly. She immediately found her head being smothered helpfully by Mannequin Grace.

"I mean like a duplicate of yourself."

Dusty smiled wryly and lifted his mug, "it'd be a love affair for the ages, my dear."

"I wouldn't trust me anymore than I'd trust me," said Gray, returning to his seat with a flop.

[Iulwen Bluehoof]

Iulwen Bluehoof rummaged around in a particularly large pile of shiny junk, tossing and moving things with her magic. There were plenty of nice and bright objects in this pile, which is why she chose it, and she was entertained by the fact that many of these simple things were unused bookends and other odds and ends. She didn't have much back at her cottage, so collecting some of these small items might prove to pay off. She smiled to herself and continued, her ears perking at the sound of voices from not too far off.

"Who else could possibly be here, in a junkyard?" She shrugged it off at first, prodding at a soft blue, wing-shaped set of bookends with her hoof. At least, she did so until the voices became too much for her to ignore. Stepping to the side, she peered around the pile of junk she'd just been going through, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the oversized group of other ponies a few tens of feet away. There was a creepy one and a group of not creepy ones. All were crowded around the creepy pony. She frowned to herself and sighed, "Oh, great. There's just too many."

Iulwen groaned and ducked behind the pile again, careful as to hide herself from the other ponies. She wasn't very good at handling large groups of ponies, let alone just one, being an only-foal and all.


[Hope this is all right for a reply, seeing as how it's my first MLP:FIM role-play post ever.]

[waxworks]

(( It's really good Iulwen! In fact it's one of the best first-ever rps I've ever seen! ))

Dusty's ears gently wiggled, as an ever so minute sound seemed to pierce through the convivial noise of the others chattering away happily. He glanced up and for just a moment thought he saw something moving around one of the junk piles a ways from the fire. A conversation about which sort of pie was best on a cold rainy night skittered past his ear as he leaned slightly and squinted in an attempt to see through solid objects, which of course didn't quite work. Quietly, he waved one of his large hooves to Waxworks to grab her attention. After making a heartfelt lobby for pumpkin pie, she blinked at his gestures, nodded in understanding, stood up on her back legs, and went into a stalking gesture as though she were about to pounce on Cobblestone.

Cobblestone looked up at his big sister and smiled, and she rustled his mane cheerfully, then glanced at Dusty as if to say, "good?"

At this point most everypony had gone quiet and were watching the wild pantomime between Dusty and Waxy, before Mannequin Grace shook her head and stamped her hoof for attention. She expertly gestured off, "why are you doing that?"

Dusty felt like an idiot, and responded in hoofscuff himself, "my brain's distracted. I think we're being watched."

"Somepony stumbling through the marzipan?" Replied Powderkeg in broken gestures.

"SO!" Said Mandolin Gray loudly, realizing the sudden silence was giving things away too much, "I had a bit of a stomach bug last week."

"Oh, do you need any medicine," said Rivet Stitch in hoofscuff. Gray glared at her for a moment before it dawned on her and she said it out loud, "Oh, do you need any medicine."

While this distraction conversation went on, Dusty flashed a message to Waxworks, who nodded, and quietly slinked off into the shadows surrounding the group. It didn't take her long to pick out the sound of somepony digging through a junk pile, and stealthily she crept up behind her, adopted a wide-eyed, cheshire-grinned appearance, and waited patiently for the mare to turn around.

Gray blinked and smiled at Horrorshow, waving his hooves around, "if y'don't understand hoofscuff, this is all terribly interesting stuff going on."

[Iulwen Bluehoof]

[[Yay! Thank you! I'm sorry my reply has taken so long, by the way. I've been knee-deep in homework.]]


Iúlwen peeked around the pile of junk once again, giving a sigh of relief as none of the other ponies had seen her. She even smiled, thankful that no pony even thought to turn and look for her. Her heart made a loop of happiness in her chest and nestled itself right back to where it belonged, and then she resumed her rummaging.

Her horn glowed a dark blue as she focused her magic, lifting a music box from the top of the pile to her stash of pretty bookends and gently moved them all behind her with her back left hoof. The action didn't make much noise, seeing as how she only slid them over on dirt, and even so, she looked around the pile just make sure no pony tried to find her. Another sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness! No pony has seen me yet," she whinnied softly to herself, once again going through the pile. But when her horn was aglow and moving another object, the entire pile went this way and that with a loud crash. Her eyes widened and her heart sank, staring only at the other ponies who could now see her in full view.

[waxworks]

Everypony jumped a bit at the loud crash, and Mandolin Gray lifted his mug aloft in the direction of the pile, "and then that happened!" He cheered it slightly, and took another swig happily. The rest of the group was peering at the new unicorn curiously, aside from Waxworks who was still sitting immediately behind her, unnoticed but with the same manic grin on her face.

Dusty chuckled and waved a large hoof, "good evening my dear! Come! Join us by the fire, strange things lurk in the night you know, safest around the fire."

On cue, Waxy took this moment to stomp her hooves down hard and issue forth a nightmarish screech, from approximately somewhere near the tip of Iulwen's tail.

[Iulwen Bluehoof]

The icy mare froze to the spot, her bright green eyes widening. Her breathing was ragged and she refused to move or reply. There were too many ponies. She couldn't possibly process so many social interactions at once - her brain would fry, as if it hadn't already! She stared at the mismatch bunch with a mixture of fear and irritation, her heart aflutter and her stomach lurching.

She couldn't process it, not that many all at once.

Iulwen huffed, glaring at the group, and her horn started to glow once more. She restacked the pile and plopped down right next to it, refusing to budge. Every part of her wanted to kick the pile over or run away, but... that wouldn't solve much. Literally nothing. She groaned inwardly, covering her face with her hooves.

But when that screech wandered into poor Iulwen's ears, she leaped far into the air, crashing back into her beautifully stacked pile. Her heart beat at a million miles an hour and her eyes grew much wider than before. She breathed quickly and hard, her body hurting from falling into the pile.

"Don't do that!" she whinnied pitifully, fearfully.

[waxworks]

"That was a great leap!" Said the cheerful pony with the blazing eyes and demented smile as she helped Iulwen up, "you looked really scared! Are you okay?"

The eye-patch wearing, mint-colored unicorn quietly stood up and made her way towards the white unicorn. Her magic gently flared as she slid the bookends and music box aside to make a minor examination of Iulwen's flank. Unemotionally she intoned, "minor bruising and abrasion. You don't appear to be bleeding, but you may need icing to reduce swelling later." She remembered her recent practice with emotions, and attempted a consoling smile, which came across as exceedingly forced and unnatural. Rivet turned to Waxworks, "we've discussed this, you really need to be examine the surroundings before a scare."

Waxworks frowned and rubbed her shoulder with a hoof, "oh, uh.. er..." She lightly blushed, "it's just the timing and everything, and you've got a great jumpscare reaction!" She said this in a praising manner, smiling sheepishly. "OH! My name's Waxworks!"

She stuck out a hoof to Iulwen, tilting her head, eying her as a wolf eyes a lamp chop.

"Come on then," cheered Dusty Pan, "rest your aching plot with some libations, mmmm?"