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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: August 23, 2014, 11:20 am
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Hay beamed a grin at star as she volunteered to take on the
responsibility of doing all the talking during his
presentations. As she said, that meant he'd just have to work
the machine and that he could do in his sleep. Though, he'd
never tried... in fact, he wondered if the Thought Theater
actually would work if he tried to strap his hoof down onto its
tray before dozing off. He wouldn't be able to watch obviously,
but he could get Bubo to watch as he slept and let him know if
anything happened when he woke up... Didn't know what purpose it
would serve to use the TT while unconscious but it would
certainly be an experiment at least.
Hay snapped out of his thoughts when he realized Star had pat
his shoulder, the small stallion then giggling a little and
having his grin shrink a bit before alternating his focus
between her and anything else as he sipped at his ice cream and
Star addressed Golden.
#Post#: 3220--------------------------------------------------
Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: August 25, 2014, 2:41 pm
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"It's *cough cough* G-good... *Cough*" Golden couldn't say that
it tasted weird now. First there was vanilla, then chocolate and
now something... Hot... Golden tried to shrug off the burning
sensation caused by the ice cream, but after taking another sip
now that the actual ice cream was gone and only hot sauce
remained, Golden couldn't endure the insane spiciness of the
"ice cream" anymore. She began to cough fiercely, causing the
cup on her head to fall off. After a very short while of trying
to cough the hot sauce out, Golden gave up and with watery eyes
ran to what she thought and hoped was bathroom. Thankfully her
guess was correct and she found the bathroom. Quickly opening
the faucet and turning it to as cold as she could, Golden placed
her head under it, mouth open.
After few minutes, Golden walked out, her muzzle and her mane
soaking wet. She stared daggers at the ice cream machine, and
was ready to either try and teach it to behave, or turn it to
serve some other purpose, most likely as an abstract scrap
statue in somepony's garden. She was panting heavily as she
floated her wrench and her goggles to her, doing her best not to
just jump at the insulting piece of metal and whack it 'till she
felt like she had gotten her revenge on it.
#Post#: 3222--------------------------------------------------
Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: August 27, 2014, 8:40 am
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Star's smile faltered a bit when Golden's reply came with a
cough, her relaxed demeanor turning into one of concern as she
tried to figure out what was going on. The concern only
increased when the coughing did, and she began to ask what was
wrong just as Golden ran off. Pausing for a moment, she stared
at the door Golden had entered before turning her attention to
the bowl of ice cream. Stepping closer to it, she cautiously
dipped the tip of her hoof into the ice cream and brought it to
her mouth to taste it, only to twist her face in disgust when
she realized what it was. "Hot sauce," she said before
continuously running her tongue along the roof of her mouth,
trying to get the burn to go away despite doing so only
spreading the burn to the roof of her mouth as well.
After a moment of this, she walked over to the ice cream machine
and began scolding it, telling it that that was no way to treat
guests, and it should be ashamed of itself for behaving like
that, a no doubt very strange sight. At the end of her scolding,
she turned to look at Golden who had some large tool-like
contraption in her magic, looking like she was ready to turn it
to scrap, causing Star to raise her hooves in an attempt to
placate the riled mare. "Easy, Golden... No need to grow
violent. Maybe now might be a good time to... uh... y'know, get
a little bit of fresh air before work?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: August 27, 2014, 11:10 pm
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The effect of the prank pulled on Golden was met with a very
lively response from the surrounding machines, all of them
sounding loud bleeps, bloops, whirs and so on as they did the
closest thing to laughing their metal butts off that they could.
Star's scolding was met with the machines jeering back at her as
they continued to laugh it up, Bubo landing on Star's shoulder
to show his lack of support over their shenanigans as he was in
full agreement with the mare.
Haywire, meanwhile, was just noticing an itch at the back of his
throat as he trotted over towards Star, him pausing his walk to
stop his ice cream sipping and give a cough. From the cough came
a small spout of fire from his mouth, Hay not seeming to react
much to it as he just smacked his lips, cleared his throat and
went back to his ice cream.
When Golden returned from the bathroom and looked to be readying
herself for battle, the machines sounded as if they were
challenging her to make the first move, the machines with the
most potential for danger whirring to life as they growled and
hissed back at her. Haywire shrunk a bit, ears pinning back, not
from the machines around him but from Golden and her battle
ready stance coupled with unhappy expression as she seemed more
scary to him then the workshop.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: August 28, 2014, 5:06 pm
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Golden looked around the workshop as the machines around her all
seemed to come to life, like challenging her to a fight. For a
moment she thought that she would deliver what the machines
wanted, but Star's words seemed to hold her back. After seeing
how the owner of the place was reacting, Golden let out a long
sigh, and swallowed her pride, putting her "weapon" away. "At
least, please warn me next time... If something like this might
happen..." Golden said while walking towards the table she was
sitting by earlier, giving a mean stare to a nearby machine that
seemed to be eager to get to fight. Golden did realize, that it
might have actually ended up pretty badly for her, if she had
made the machines mad.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: August 29, 2014, 7:27 am
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"To be fair, I don't think either of us knew something like that
would happen," Star said after a quiet sigh of relief when
Golden backed down. "Although I have already scolded the ice
cream machine--I don't think any of the machines realize they're
only hurting Hay, as well as their selves, when they act so
unruly," she said, voice raised just enough for her to reach all
the machines in question, gaze turning briefly to them. "Is
there... Anything I can get you to help, Golden? I'd hate for
you to feel like an unwelcome guest... This place can't afford
to lose any possible clientele."
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: August 29, 2014, 1:12 pm
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Bubo gave a chirp of agreement to what Star said to the machines
from his perch on her shoulder, but the machines themselves only
seemed to laugh again at the mare's attempts to make them feel
bad. They'd been running this gig around here ever since they
were built, and they weren't going to let this new mare that's
been hanging around start telling them what to do. If they
wanted to put hot sauce in somepony's ice cream, then they were
going to put hot sauce in somepony's ice cream gosh darn it!
When Star asked Golden if there was any way for her to help,
Haywire shot up his hoof into the air with a small "oh! oh!" as
if he were a pony in a class somewhere and was waiting for the
teacher to call on him.
"I think I have some milk in the kitchen still! Is your mouth
still hot? I think milk helps?" Hay offered, having the best
intentions but not quite realizing that "I think" weren't the
kinds of words a pony wanted to hear when discussing dairy
products and whether or not they were still stocked. Obviously
he had milk if his ice cream machine were to operate, but if
anypony were to see the sate of his kitchen and how
empty/neglected it usually was, they would think twice about
taking something from there and assuming it was still fresh.
"Oh! Or you could have some ice cream?" Hay suggested
innnocently, it not quite clicking in his head that the ice
cream machine required for Golden to get the frozen treat was
both the reason for her current stress and also a threat towards
having it happen again. Hay coughed again, the smaller amount of
hot sauce he'd been given still being sucked up through the
straw but evidently not raising any alarms from the stallion as
he simply went back to his sipping.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: August 29, 2014, 4:40 pm
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"But i still don't get it why would you put hot sauce in a ice
cream machine..." Golden said, not really directing her question
to anypony particular. "Are you sure they are listening to your
scolding, though?" Golden was somewhat nervous, knowing that
pretty much every machine in the store dislikes her, but
thakfully they are not hostile, only mean spirited. Before she
had a chance to answer Star's question, Hay managed to grab her
attention with his rather strange way to get attention. It was
like he was waiting to answer a question in school. After being
offered milk, Golden gave it a small thought, before saying
"Sure... This stuff is horrible. The hot sauce i mean. The
actual ice cream was pretty good..." Golden was ready to follow
Hay, when the stallion also offered her some more ice cream as
an option. "No...! I mean, no thanks. I think i've gotten enough
ice cream for now..." Golden shot a glare at the ice cream
machine, still kinda wanting to at least try to "re-program" it,
by hitting it few times.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: August 29, 2014, 5:30 pm
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"No, I'm not sure they were listening. That's part of the
problem," Star mumbled in response to Golden's question before
falling silent as Golden and Hay conversed. She sat quietly,
thoughtful look on her face as she tried to figure out how to
get Haywire to start taking the problem of the machines acting
this way to potential customers seriously.
#Post#: 3246--------------------------------------------------
Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: August 29, 2014, 5:50 pm
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"Kay!" Hay said, trotting forward to lead Golden to the promised
drink that would hopefully remove her burning sensation, Bubo
staying behind with Star and watching the machines as if on
guard duty for any other shenanigans they may pull, "Kitchen is
just over here, follow me." 'Just over here' was an accurate way
of putting it as it only took a short walk around a few scrapped
projects and grumble machines to reach the rather barren kitchen
that was housed within Tech Tock, several cupboard being left
open due to the fact that they were empty and had no reason to
really be shut in the first place. Haywire went for his fridge
and swung open its kinda beat up door lookin door, him removing
a carton of milk and then finding a clean cup for Golden to use
before offering both to his guest.
"Here ya go!" he said cheerfully with a grin, ice cream in his
helmet cup thingy now almost gone as he took another long sip.
"I think I have a few cookies around here too if you want
something to go with it... hmm..."
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