1st Lunch

[squirrelkeys]

[Here's a pale straw-colored pegasus, looking a little nervous to be addressing everyone all at once like this.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Thomas MacLaine, and um...I'm new here. It's been a little hard to believe, but -

[Well. Obviously he's kinda had to accept it.]

Well, it'd be nice to meet everyone, if we're all stuck here together. And I should be looking for a job too. The ponies here have been so generous, but I can't just rely on their hospitality forever.

I worked as the sheriff's assistant back home, but...I think maybe I'd like to try something a little different. It's not that I don't like my job! It just wouldn't be the same without the others here. I also help my sister out at her bar, and I can cook. I'd really appreciate any suggestions anyone has?

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[tinkertytonk]

[Most certainly not his 'lady fair,' then. Bertie blushes in embarrassment at the mistake while Thomas explains.]

Oh! Um, right! Righto! You'll find there's rather a dash of nice singing here, old top. It sort of comes over you, and before you know it, you're singing with the birds and dancing along properly like you had the whole thing taped out weeks ago.

What sort of nightclub is the Galaxy of Terror, then? Your Carol sounds like an enterprising sort of beazel.

[squirrelkeys]

...oh. That sounds, um...interesting?

[What? Like in a musical? He does not know what to make of that, but he perks up at the compliment to Carol.]

She is! She bought the whole place herself when the last owners moved out of Greenvale, and renovated it! I helped a little, but it was mostly her.

[tinkertytonk]

Well, it does certainly sound like you'd have fun down at the Decanter, old sport. We've got a chap who sings there regularly, and one of my chums is the bouncer. I'm sure she can put in a good word for you with the owner. If you'd like, that is. I'm sure a lively fellow like you wants to nose out the other prospects first, what?

[squirrelkeys]

Oh...yes, I might look into some other places first, thank you.

What's it like, down there? This seems like a pretty small town, but I think it's still bigger than Greenvale.

[tinkertytonk]

It's hard to say it's one way or another, really. The Decanter's the only real tavern in Ponyville, so you're like as not to see a workhorse sitting next to the local real estate agent. [He shrugs.] It's certainly more rustic than what I'm used to, but that rather seems to be a theme. If you're looking for brighter lights and fancier whatsits, you might hop the train to Canterlot or Manehatten.

[He pauses a moment before adding.]

Ponies are rather fond of puns, whether they know it or not.