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mylittlejamjar2014-03-11 11:16 pm
callmeyork) wrote in mylittlejamjar2014-03-11 11:16 pm
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[So, York's been unseen around Ponyville for the past few days.
That's because he's not in Ponyville. Rather, he's somehow found himself in the middle of Los Pegasus, propped up ruefully at a cafe table, looking entirely worse for the wear. Bags under his red eyes, a pretty bad cough, and he probably hasn't washed for the time he's been out. He also seems just about ready to faceplant right into his cup of coffee. Or maybe he already has.
Either way, when he speaks, it's with massive uncertainty, confusion, and weariness.]
H-hello, everybody. I'm sorry to have not been keeping up with everything back in Ponyville. I seem to have wandered out west inadvertently.
Does anybody think they can pick me up? I left most of my bits back in my room in the commune, and can't quite get a ride on the train back there.
That's because he's not in Ponyville. Rather, he's somehow found himself in the middle of Los Pegasus, propped up ruefully at a cafe table, looking entirely worse for the wear. Bags under his red eyes, a pretty bad cough, and he probably hasn't washed for the time he's been out. He also seems just about ready to faceplant right into his cup of coffee. Or maybe he already has.
Either way, when he speaks, it's with massive uncertainty, confusion, and weariness.]
H-hello, everybody. I'm sorry to have not been keeping up with everything back in Ponyville. I seem to have wandered out west inadvertently.
Does anybody think they can pick me up? I left most of my bits back in my room in the commune, and can't quite get a ride on the train back there.
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Though... whatever you're going to do, you might want to do it quick. He just tried to drink his coffee and missed.]
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[It isn't going anywhere, York. Harvey arches an eyebrow at the failed coffee-drinking.]
Hold on, then. I'll call ya back when I get somethin' lined up.
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[After maybe ten or fifteen minutes, he's back.]
Okay. There's a mare named Lucky Star comin' to find you - dark blue coat, white mane. She'll either be bringin' you some bits or a train ticket.