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#Post#: 3060--------------------------------------------------
Wagon Wheels
By: Merrilee Date: August 6, 2017, 10:47 am
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Merrilee walks circles around her traveling home/shop wagon,
surveying the damage. The wheels were done for, that much is
clear. The axle might be broken as well. One of those is an easy
fix, the other is not. She sits behind it and wedges her hooves
under it, lifting so she could get a good look. Yeah, that looks
kind of busted.
And of course it had to be the rear set that broke. It's usually
the front one, which she could deal with. If she still had the
back wheels, she could just bear the extra weight from the front
bearing down, she's strong enough for it, but she isn't heavy
enough to weigh down the front to the point where she can even
get her harness back on.
She tries holding the back up with her hooves and pushing it,
the side of the road her destination. It's workable, but
awkward, and definitely not the way she wants to travel for very
long. The wagon could definitely have found a better place to
break down than halfway between Canterlot and Ponyville...
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Tungsten Date: August 6, 2017, 8:43 pm
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A large armored wagon crawls along the road on six light gray
wooden wheels, with a large stallion lazily towing it. Tungsten
yawns, the boring journey to Ponyville imposed on him due to the
contents of his wagon exceeding the weight limit for the
Canterlot train, unless he were to pay for an extra car just for
his luggage.
Letting his hooves move him while his mind wanders he nearly
misses a mare ahead of him, moving her broken cart out of the
road. He freezes, he didn't have a schedule to keep but he knows
he should be timely. His introverted nature and lack of
communication skills have him lost for words but his kind heart
wouldn't let his hooves move forward without at least offering
to help.
"Hey, uh..." His mind reels, he's almost never started a
conversation with a stranger he had no business with. His face
doesn't betray these feelings, instead, he just seems oddly
frozen for a moment. "Need any help?"
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Haywire Date: August 8, 2017, 6:07 pm
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Shortly after the wagon had been pulled aside and the second
pulled near, there was a distant sounding whistle that most
likely went unnoticed or ignored as it blended with the
surrounding ambiance of the countryside. This would probably
remain the case up until a much louder series of chirps were
heard just before some unidentified object came plummeting out
of the sky at a surprising speed and collided into the side of
the mare’s already unlucky cart, causing it to shudder for a
moment and let loose the sound of splintering wood. On the side
opposite the ponies, should they care to investigate, would be
what looked like half of a small bird shaped statuette sticking
out of the wood, it motionless and having its head and most of
its body buried inside.
Soon there would be another whistle, this one closer and coming
from further up the road. Sharp eyed ponies would be able to see
a head peek out from the foliage for a moment before ducking
back in, a green stallion then bursting from the brush nearest
the carts mere seconds later. A pair of orange goggles were
pushed up into his mane and his jacket was stained with oily
splotches and the like.
“Wow…” he said with a chuckle, to himself more than anyone else
as he trotted up to the newly implanted metal bird and seemed
lost in his own little world, “What are the odds? Middle of
nowhere, moment of lock up and chances of passersby? Had the
wind been wavier, sun heavier or the wheels greasier this
wouldn’t have happened! Did the shimmer throw you off, or was it
the weight of the scales? I’m talkin’ dats, bubo, we have to
keep these things figured case we get a skeletal rigged by
sundown.”
He poked the bird to no response then gave it a tug to try and
free it only to lose grip halfway in and tumble backwards. He
hummed then stuck his hoof into his saddlebag before finally
acknowledging any that may have noticed his bird’s oh so subtle
descent.
“Nopony panic! Please, continue with what you’re sayin about,
this will take only a few seconds and had something to do with
swamp gas, I’m sure,” he removed a small prybar from his
saddlebag and jammed it in next to the bird as he prepared to
give dislodging it another go, “just a bit, and I’ll see about
getting the hole plugged and what not, just need to take care of
your bird blessing here real quick.”
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Merrilee Date: August 8, 2017, 9:17 pm
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Merrilee drops the back of the wagon when addressed, it
impacting the ground with a heavy thunk. The wood is solid,
though, and holds through the impact, just being loud. After
wincing from the sound, she turns toward the newcomer. The first
thing she's struck by is how large and armored he is. The armor
is a bit intimidating, like a big ol'...armored...bear? Or
something, but once she gets past that, being large means
strong, and better able to help! The second thing is the wagon.
Not the armored part, but the fact that it has six wheels. Now
that would be a sound idea! Maybe she could have a third set of
wheels added to hers, then one going out wouldn't be such a big
deal.
But where are her manners? He's just offered to help, and she's
just standing there looking at him and his wagon. She fumbles
for her slate, which is of course in her wagon. Right. She hops
over to the front of her wagon where the door in is and jumps up
to pull the door open. Then again because she missed the first
time. It would be easier, but the front end is suspended in the
air. After a couple tries, she gets it open and then jumps in,
grabbing the slate and a piece of chalk from where they'd fallen
to the floor.
Her communicative implements in hoof, she hops back out and
rushes out to the newcomer, where she waves and stops a few feet
in front of him to scribble out a message.
[Hi Im' Merriele, and my wgano wehels, broek and teh alex!]
She squints at the lines after finishing, hoping they're all in
the proper order, then holds the chalkboard up for the stallion
to see, smiling in a friendly way.
Until a loud chirping took her attention away, leaving her
looking around perplexed for the source of it. She flinches,
dropping the chalk and board, at the sound of the wood breaking.
The impact lets loose the latches holding her shelves and "Merry
Ornaments" sign in, and they unfold, like she's open with no
merchandise as they're bare. She dashes to the other side of the
wagon, her chub jiggling with the motion, to peer at the
peculiar thing sticking out of her wagon. She ignores the second
whistle and looks at the strange metal...bird half? Who makes
half a bird? Or wait, the rest is probably sticking through.
She almost reaches out to touch it before another stallion comes
out of the woodwork, looking like he could probably use a shower
and/or a laundromat before a spark sets him on fire. She backs
away from the bird to watch what he does and process it all.
What he's saying makes no sense to her, and she doesn't have the
wherewithal to ask him. She glances between him and the other
pony when the green one falls to the ground after failing to get
the bird-statue-thing out, and she finally has the presence of
mind to dash back to grab her slate and chalk.
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Tungsten Date: August 8, 2017, 10:21 pm
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"A mute?" Tungsten murmurs as Merrilee writes on her slate. He
quietly awaits the result and is quite confused only a moment
after the slate is spun around for him to see. "... Merrielle?
Your spelling is-"
He instinctively stops as his eyes dart towards an incoming
object, just as soon as he confirms nopony would be struck, he
quickly frees himself from his wagon harness. By the time he's
done he looks up to see the approaching stallion. He observes
silently as the stallion talks to the newest addition in
Merrilee's cart.
Tungsten sighs with relief and looks down at the dropped slate,
noticing that the words were scrambled, not simply misspelled. A
few thoughts as to why this was run through his mind but he
couldn't draw a conclusion. As Merrilee recovers her stuff,
Tungsten gives her a short smile before approaching Haywire. He
tries to think of something to say but nothing comes to mind as
the green stallion seems to be handling the situation just fine,
so he stands nearby in case Haywire ends up needing help.
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Haywire Date: August 8, 2017, 11:03 pm
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Being met with no resistance to his prying the bird from the
cart with his bar, Haywire wedged the tool into the wood and
fixed his grip. His first attempt wasn’t very impressive, his
smaller size to that of the average stallion leading to a
failure to make progress and only cause him to grow a little red
in the face from the exertion. He gave it a second honest try
before needing to take a break and wipe a bead of sweat from his
brow.
“Ugh, you really got yourself laid in this time around, pally.
Course it’d be this turn over rather than last what with how we
were drilling the nights before. Dive bomb the rock then like
now and we’d be a stretch ahead in stocking iliums.”
He scratched his chin and looked back at the other ponies with a
sheepish kick of a hoof.
“Sorry, he landed a touch fiercer than I thought and got pretty
jammed in there,” he shrugged and gave the larger of the two a
once over and smiled, “you could probably do it, though!
Stallion big like yourself could probably fling em with that bar
no sweat! Or, if you aint feelin inclined, I can try another
feature.”
Digging back into his saddlebag, Haywire produced an odd-looking
horseshoe, one with a strangely shaped cup in the center of the
hoof. Loose wires dangled freely from the back until wrangled by
Hay and deposited into one of his jackets back pockets where
they presumably were plugged or attached to some small device
hidden within. It gave a small whirring sound and a light at the
front blinked a slow red.
“I don’t really have much juice left for it, but I can blasty
blast him out of th-“ Hay was interrupted upon setting his hoof
back down where the device activated and produced a focus blast
of energy that left a two inch deep crater beneath the same
hoof. Hay was pushed off balanced from this and teetered before
staggering to keep himself stable. He checked the light on the
shoe to see if the light was still blinking then returned his
attention to the pair.
“I think I should have one more ready. I can blasty blast him
out of there if you’d all prefer. Might make the hole bigger,
but I’mma wrench it anyway, right?” with an excited grin he
dropped his goggles down over his eyes, “Just say the word!”
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Merrilee Date: August 9, 2017, 10:46 pm
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Merrilee paces around behind the strange green pony as he tries
and fails to pry the statue thing loose. Or is it a statue? He
seems to be talking to it like it's alive. Surely that isn't the
case, is it? But the way he's talking, he clearly isn't talking
to her, and it sounds as though he knows his addressee quite
well, and it doesn't seem like the armored pony from the other
wagon is terribly acquainted with him. The larger one sure does
look strong enough to get the bird out, so...
To be honest, she'd been paying more attention to inspecting the
bird while the green pony was talking. The blast shakes her from
the inspection, and she drops her slate and chalk again. Her
eyebrows shoot up when she sees what caused the small hole. How
could a horseshoe do that? And...what would that do to her wagon
if he put it to that!?
She scrabbles to grab her writing stuff and jumps between the
pony and the bird, shaking her head and wagging her hoof "no"
while she started writing. After erasing what had previously
been on there, as well as the squiggles she got when she started
with her head motion still going.
[Dnot' bltasy slabt my, gowan!!?]
She adds some extra punctuation for emphasis and to fill the
rest of the board, which didn't have a whole lot of room left
with how large she was writing, and doesn't even bother trying
to proofread before flipping it over. The concern was twofold.
First off, she didn't want her wagon getting destroyed. Second,
if what got stuck in it is alive, she doesn't want that getting
hurt either.
Maybe she could help push it out from inside. Leaving the slate
under the hole for good measure, she jubbles over to the door
and hops in again to take a look at what's on the inside. Right
over her bed. She sighs and climbs on, brushing some splinters
off of the sheet, to get a closer look. Um...if it's alive,
is...is she going to hurt it by doing this? She taps the end of
the beak curiously and apprehensively.
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Tungsten Date: August 9, 2017, 11:49 pm
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Tungsten simply listened as Haywire proposed he dislodge the
bird, but as he attempted to agree, the green stallion continued
into suggesting another idea. Tungsten shields himself with a
foreleg from the resulting explosion of the suggested device.
When another is brought out Tungsten puts himself between
Haywire and the wagon. "Woah'kay!" He knows for sure that thing
would destroy the wagon and now that it's clear the object
lodged inside isn't fragile at all he trots over to take it out
himself.
Noticing Merrilee head inside he speaks up, "Alright, Merrielle,
you push and I'll pull." As Tungsten grabs onto the bird and
begins pulling it's obvious he wouldn't need any help as the
wood around the statuette splinters and cracks before he pulls a
little too hard and ends up flinging the bird a few feet behind
himself.
Steady on his hooves, Tungsten turns to face Haywire and keep an
eye out for any other crazy tools the stallion might have.
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Haywire Date: August 10, 2017, 12:22 am
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Hay’s ears droop a tad as the others shot down his
alternative solution. Clearly he was looking forward to having a
blasty blast by blasty blastering with his blasty blaster. He
huffed a little but was almost instantly over it as the two
ponies worked to remove the bird from the wagon and was given a
short round of applause upon succeeding. The bird came to a rest
near enough to his hooves that he only had to lean to reach it.
Picking it up with his empty hoof, he examined the wings set
stiffly against the body. Both were shimmering in the light,
some reflective scales dressed over each with the left lacking
in sheen compared to the right.
“Aww,” Haywire sounded disappointed as he returned
his gadget to his saddle bag and unplugged the wires from his
pocket, “a few got scribbled. We’re gonna have to
jerry some swaps before we go for another run.”
He sighed lightly but shook off the apparent misfortune before
twisting at something near the base of the wing with his teeth.
There was a sharp click, and the sheen on the left wing fell
away, the scales collapsing in a light wrapping that Haywire
caught and stowed away in his bag. Raising the bird up to his
shoulder, he pressed the claws to his jacket where it seemed to
latch on of its own volition and remain steady regardless of how
he moved. Stepping nearer to the hole in the wagon, Hay brought
a hoof down on the prybar knocked loose during the bird’s
rescue, launching it into the air with a spin and catching it
with his teeth.
“Sorry about all that,” he spoke around the prybar,
surprisingly easy to understand with only a few words being
hindered by the tool in his mouth, “would have asked him
to dip sooner if I’d known there was a wagon rolling
around, though I woulda never lent a chance he’d catch you
out of all this nothing around. I can hammer out that new window
for you no issues, should only take a few so long as I can get
the scraps. Oh, by the way, I noticed a lack of working wheels
on the back of your mobile. The bar looks kind of moody too.
Should probably get that straight unless you wanna drag.
I’m sure I’ve got… something… spare
booster, maybe…”
Hay started to pat at his pockets as if looking for something
but was having no luck.
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Re: Wagon Wheels
By: Merrilee Date: August 11, 2017, 8:36 pm
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Merrielle? Oh, she must have misspelled her name again! She'd
have to correct that at some point. But first there's a
bird-thing to get out of her wagon. She considers how to push
for a moment. If she's not careful, she could hurt her hoof on
the beak if it slipped. Maybe she could get an extra plank of
wood, press that against it, and-
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of breaking wood,
followed by the absence of the bird over her bed. She brushes
another set of splinters from the bed and looks out the hole.
She grins and waves in victory to the ponies outside, then hops
down, out the door, and stumbles and falls over because she
forgot the extra drop. A few shakes of her head and brushes of
dirt off her to recover, and she bounces back to retrieve her
slate from the side of the wagon.
As the green pony spouts what to her might as well be gibberish,
she looks to the hole, and then back to the former site of the
wheels. The hole she'd be able to fix herself, and the wheels
wouldn't be too much trouble if it wasn't for the axle...She
pulls her slate and starts writing on it when the other pony
finishes speaking.
[I can ifx the wlal' and, wheesl ymself, but teh aexl is]
No, this is getting too long. It's not going to all fit on her
board. She scrubs it off with her hoof, the chalk blending
seamlessly with her white coloring, and starts again, deciding
on smaller messages delivered at a time.
[I, anc fix eth wall]
She flips it over for a bit to let the other two read it, then
flips and erases again, taking the chalk to it once more.
[Adn het lewhes]
Her writing starts getting slower and more jumbled, and she
squints at the lines on her board, trying to force them into
some semblance of sense. Is this right? She can't tell...well,
she turns it over for them briefly anyway, in case they can
understand it, then tries for the last part with the slate
cleaned.
[utb the alex sis ingingo tot bebebe]
Her vision swimming, she shakes her head and leans against the
wagon, defeated by the writing fatigue. She's quite sure she
didn't make sense with that last line, and wipes it away without
showing it to the others. Well, maybe they got the message
anyway? How much had she shown them again?
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