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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 2, 2014, 6:25 am
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Still trembling violent against Hay, Star continued to lie there
on the floor curled up into a ball, quiet gasps for air being
able to be heard from her as she continued to hyperventilate.
There was no response from her in regards to Hay's question of
concern.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 2, 2014, 10:45 am
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Hay was getting scared now, his heart rate picking up as he
failed to get a response from Star. This didn't seem normal,
most ponies would have just shrugged off a start like that,
wouldn't they? How come she was still breathing so fast and
curled up? And how come she wasn't answering him? Hay's own
breathing started to increase over seeing her like this, worry
causing him to start freaking out a little bit as his ears
pinned tightly to his skull while the laughing from the machines
kept up and deepened his frown.
"Shoosh!" he demanded of the all too pleased with themselves
inventions making all the noise, them quieting down in response
to Hay as he hoped their loudness had been the reason he hadn't
heard anything from Star.
"Star, w-what's wrong? Say something, p-please?" he reached a
hoof out to touch her shoulder. Maybe she'd just gotten really
lost in thought and forgotten that he- oh, even Hay knew that
was silly...
"Golden," he shot his attention back to the other make in the
room before firmly planting it back onto Star next to him as
Bubo hopped to the edge of the table to coo quietly in concern,
"do you know w-what's going on? Star, what's wrong? W-what do I
do?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: September 2, 2014, 1:33 pm
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Golden took a glance around the room as the machines quieted
down. Hay seemed to have at least some control over them, making
her feel a bit safer around them. Her attention snapped to Hay
when he called her. Golden stood up, quickly moving to where Hay
and Star were. Golden gently shook Star's shoulder, calling her
name out "Star? Star? Can you hear us?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 3, 2014, 8:59 am
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When the inventions stopped their noises of amusement and her
ears stopped being assaulted by the cacophony, Star's trembling
seemed to subside just a little bit, though she still seemed to
be in some sort of state of shock. When Hay set his hoof to her
shoulder, she instinctively jumped again, flinching away from
the touch. She seemed to relax even further when she felt his
hoof firmly planted on her, and soon after she moved--first by
wiping her cheeks with her hooves and pushing herself up into a
sitting position on unsteady hooves, a fairly unsettled and
displeased look on her face.
"Y-yeah. I can hear you," she mumbled weakly before sniffling
quietly as she hugged herself with her hooves. "Panic attack. I
don't like scares like that. I think I'm gonna go lie down."
Still trembling a bit, she hugged herself tighter for a brief
moment before standing up and walking shakily towards the
bedroom, unsettled look still on her face.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 3, 2014, 1:28 pm
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Hay, while happy to see that Star was responding to him and
Golden now and seemed to have calmed down, felt like his heart
was breaking. He didn't have many fears or worries nor did they
ever come up very often as he was usually very upbeat and happy
making it difficult to bring down his mood, but there was one
thing that could very easily destroy him if it were to happen.
Hay didn't like having his inventions cause harm, either
directly or indirectly, and having his inventions pull a prank
that so strongly frightened Star to the point of whatever a
panic attack was was enough to make his eyes start to tear up,
it being even worse that it had happened to the mare who was
living with him as seeing her in particular in distress seemed
almost twice as bad for him.
"P-panic attack..." Hay repeated, letting it roll around in his
head as Star left, his breathing at least starting to calm down
while the rest of his stress remained. His immediate reaction to
it all was the desire to give Star a hug and apologize, but as
she walked away he wasn't sure if she wanted to be alone or not
and whether his attempts to comfort would be rejected. He
shifted his hooves in worry. How does one handle a panic attack
again? Hay wasn't an expert. He recalled Star mentioning it back
when he had first showed her his workshop and tried to remember
the details... Um... he thought he remembered something about
breathing? He couldn't help with that part though...
Wait. He was remembering something else... a drink. He thought.
What kind though... He was leaning more towards it being a hot
drink of some kind? What do ponies drink when they wanted to
relax? Coffee? No, that didn't seem right... Hay never drank
coffee as he never liked the taste and it made him run a mile a
minute when the caffeine collided with his natural energy, so he
doubted that was the drink she wanted. Er... Tea? Yeah! Tea!
Hay... Didn't have any tea. Least none that he knew of, and he
hadn't seen any when he went digging through his cupboards for
the cookies. Maybe he could find something else though... Maybe
Golden would have an ide-
Agh! Golden! The mare had been invited by Star to see the
workshop with the promise of having a good time, and it led to
her instead witnessing Star be humiliated by his inventions.
This was a disaster... Hay plopped down onto his rump and wiped
a tear from his cheek as it finally managed to swell large
enough in his eye to roll free. He felt terrible...
"I'm sorry about all this..." he apologized to Golden, not sure
what else to tell her as he assumed she had already formed a
rather negative opinion of his workshop, "this is the first time
that's happened... or the first time I've seen it at least..."
Should he try to show her something else? Maybe he should just
ask her to leave before something else happened? Hay didn't know
what to do...
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: September 4, 2014, 4:26 pm
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Golden looked as Star left the workshop, and presumably went to
a bedroom of some sort, to rest. Golden turned to look at
Haywire, the happiness and energy gone, as the stallion wiped a
tear away from his cheek. Golden shook her head at Hay's
apology. "No need to apologize. I was warned about possible
"resistance" from the machines..." Golden put her hoof on Hay's
shoulder to get his attention. "Maybe you should go talk to
her?" She suggested, accompanied by a smile.
"Unless you need my help for anything, i will leave you to it.
I'll come back later, when things are a bit better here, okay?"
Golden said, getting up from the floor and ready to either
leave, or help Haywire, if he needed her help.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 4, 2014, 11:26 pm
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Hay lowered his head even as Golden shook her head at his
apology then only looked back up at her when she put her hoof on
his shoulder. He gave a sad sigh when she mentioned having
already been warned about his workshop. Most ponies claimed the
same thing when they visited as his neighbors did so enjoy
trying to protect anypony who wandered close by by offering
words of caution. At her suggestion Hay flicked his attention
back to the bedroom Star had headed for, him appreciating the
smile Golden was giving him but not finding it to help his mood
too much at the time. Still, he managed a nod at the idea as he
had already wanted to check on Star anyway, Hay wiping his cheek
a second time before standing up and turning to better face
Golden as she readied to leave.
"Okay," he replied, clearing his throat when he realized his
voice was a touch scratchy, "thanks for coming by even though
all this stuff happened. I hope you had some fun earlier at
least and I look forward to seeing you again- Oh! And feel free
to take a few cookies with you for the road!" Hay offered,
managing a small smile and wave of his hoof in farewell to the
departing mare, Bubo fluttering into the air and flying beside
Golden for a couple seconds as she left in order to sing a few
chirps as his form of a goodbye and sign of gratitude for her
visit.
Looking back to the bedroom, Hay hesitated, his gaze again
falling to the floor beneath him as he scratched at it with a
hoof for a few nervous seconds. It took him an extra couple of
moments to work up the courage to head off to see her, it not
helping that part of him was still telling him that he and his
inventions had done enough for the day and that he should
instead let her rest and find something else to keep him busy so
as not to bother her, but Hay pushed on. Until he remembered the
tea.
Diverting his course so as to make a brief detour back into his
kitchen, Hay again delved into his cupboards, the little pony
exploring every inch of their storage space as quickly as he was
able as he searched for the soothing drink he remembered Star
mentioning. Unfortunately his earlier fears came true when he
failed to dig up any trace of tea, his hopes that maybe Star
herself had brought some with her when she'd moved in being
dashed as all he was able to scrounge up were the last couple of
packets of hot cocoa mix that he had forgotten he'd even had.
It was still a hot drink, though, right? One ponies sipped when
they wanted to feel better? Maybe Star would like some anyway...
It was certainly better than nothing, and who didn't like hot
cocoa, right? Hay put on a small and hopeful smile as he climbed
out of the cupboards and set the drink mix onto the counter
before going back into a separate cupboard in search of a tea
kettle or at the very least a regular pan. He knew someponies
drank their hot cocoa with heated up milk, but it currently
failed to cross his mind to go retrieve the carton he'd asked
Golden to take out to the workshop so he instead went with his
personally preferred method of adding hot water instead.
Hay rushed a bit in trying to prepare the drink as quickly as he
was able as he wished to get it to Star right away, and despite
a short time spent being surprised over the fact that his stove
was still working it didn't take him long at all, the water
being heated up in only a couple of minutes then poured into a
cup he'd washed off before having the mix soon added in. The
only mishap from this speedy making of the drink came from a
small burn on Hay's hoof when he accidentally held the kettle
wrong while pouring the water, it being frowned at and spending
a number of seconds in his mouth but otherwise being disregarded
and then quickly forgotten as he mixed the water and the drink
powder together and shut off the stove. Hay then put the cup of
cocoa on a small saucer, again a surprising find that made him
wonder what other stuff he had lying around in his own kitchen,
then carefully balanced both onto a tray he'd dug up and set
onto his back before again walking towards the bedroom door.
He wore a smile as he left the kitchen, the inventor being
certain that this would make Star feel better as he knew it
would probably do wonders for him, but his mood dipped and his
pace slowed as he actually neared the door, him feeling another
wave of guilt wash over him as he worried again if Star would
simply prefer it if he'd allow her to rest by herself.
Well... He was already there... and he had the drink... and he
really really really wanted to make sure she was okay, so...
Hay took a deep breath with a slow exhale then took the last few
steps needed to reach the door of his own bedroom, him stopping
himself from just barging in, as used to be normal for whenever
he made the rare venture inside that section of his home.
"S-Star?" Hay said in a soft voice with ears pinned back after
giving the door a few knocks to signal his presence, the
machines still being quiet from his earlier demand and allowing
the silence required for his voice to travel past the door,
"Um... A-are you okay? I... W-well, I-I wanted to check on you
and make sure... I made you some hot c-cocoa too. I... Um... I
couldn't find any tea... I looked, but I guess I never had
any... S-sorry..." He waited outside the door for a reply, not
yet entering as he was still feeling like the possibility of her
just turning him away was likely.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 5, 2014, 7:33 am
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After finding her way into Techtock's bedroom, Star crawled
under the sheets and pulled them over her head, taking comfort
in the warm, safe embrace of the sheets. As she did so, she
focused on her breaths in an attempt to clear her mind as she
steadily inhaled and exhaled deeply. She wasn't sure how much
time had passed by the time she heard Haywire at the door to the
bedroom, but at least now she wasn't quite jittery and panicked
as she was before, but more drained and weary than anything.
"You can come in, Hay," she called out to him, her voice echoing
a languid quality. She stuck her head out from underneath the
sheets afterwards, but kept the rest of her body bundled up, as
she turned an exhausted look towards Haywire. "Don't worry about
the tea. It was a nice gesture. You can put the cocoa on the
nightstand--I'll drink it when it cools down a bit... As for
whether I'm okay: yeah. It was just a scare... But that's what I
was talking about when I told you about my panic attacks a while
back. They're pretty bad--that wasn't even that big of a scare
and you saw how I reacted. It really doesn't even have to be
scares that cause it... I had a couple before I came to you and
asked if I could stay here and give you a hoof with things
around here. But... I guess I'm getting off topic. Was there
anything in specific you wanted, or were you just checking up?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 5, 2014, 5:39 pm
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Hay entered the room slowly as if trying to not make any noise,
his head still lowered and ears still pinned back as he just
looked generally guilty while he walked over to the nightstand
and set down the tray he'd brought with him. Making sure not to
spill any of the steaming cocoa as he removed it from his back,
Hay kept his eyes on the cup and the saucer it was sitting on as
he turned and sat down next to the bed, his gaze then going from
there to the bed and several other places as he couldn't quite
get himself to look at Star for longer than a second or so at a
time.
He was happy to hear that she was alright though it didn't seem
to relieve much of the guilt from his features as gave the drink
he'd made another glance after being told she appreciated his
having made it. He listened as she spoke of her panic attacks
again, making him once more try to think back to her more in
depth explanation from when they'd first met and the details
she'd given him. She had had panic attacks before coming to ask
if she could help at the workshop? Hay found that almost silly
to believe... Did she think he was going to say no, or... Or did
she just not want to do it?
Hay scuffed the floor with his hoof as he continued to be
reluctant to look Star in the eye, his action accidentally
agitating his small burn and causing a very brief wince before
quickly being shrugged off. When asked what he wanted, Hay was
quiet for a few moments.
"Um... I was just worried..." he managed, still keeping his eyes
on the floor, "I wanted to make sure you were okay, a-and see if
you needed anything that might make you f-feel better... I wish
I had some music I could play for you. You mentioned music last
time you told me about your panic attacks, right? I'm sorry if
I'm getting it wrong... Um... Is there anything else I can do?
Would you like anything to go with your cocoa...? Would a h-hug
help at all...?" he glanced up at Star and unpinned his ears a
bit at the last idea for some reason he failed to register
before dropping his gaze back down to the floor soon after, ears
again pressing against his head.
"It's okay if you just want to be alone though, I-I can let you
rest and stop bugging you... I'll understand..."
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 6, 2014, 8:33 am
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A slight smile tugged at the corner of Star's lips as Haywire
nervously responded to her, mentioning that ge just wanted to
see if he could do anything to help her feel better. It was
sweet, even if he could do with being a little more confident.
At his question of if she'd mentioned music when she described
her panic attacks, she nodded slightly, only to reach over to
him and gently set her hoof on his shoulder when he apologized
for nothing. After he asked if a hug would help at all, she
finally moved from underneath the covers, slowly pushing them
off of her before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
"A hug would actually help," she said, smiling softly to him as
she stretched her legs out a bit in invitation. Should he
accept, she'd lean forward a little ways and wrap her hooves
around him in an embrace, holding it there for quite a few
moments before squeezing him in thanks and dropping her hooves
from around him.
"Haywire..." she said after, trying her best to look him in the
eye. "Do I make you nervous?"
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