mayfield_logs | *sigh* Times are tough. [OPEN]

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sigh Times are tough. [OPEN]

Who: Applejack and any friend who could show up (initially)
Where: Applejack would have tracked down which watering hole isn't drone run
When: And again, a time when a drone isn't bar-tending so she and her friends aren't kicked out
What: Hey, not everyday is filled with apples, rainbows, sunshine and magic, you know. Ponies can get sad as well. Having some cider with friends is a good way to feel better.
Warnings: None to start, but this will be open, and alcohol will be involved.

((OOC: This is literally a huge open "Drowning your Sorrows" log for folks. Anybody who just wants to sit at the bar and drink away their cares is welcome to post. Want to tag someone who is crying into their beer? Go ahead. Want to get so hammered you try to lead the room in a drinking song? Give it your all! Think of it as pre-gaming for St. Patrick's day.))

((Update note: Do feel free to thread-jack and talk to others, after all this is a bar!))

[Applejack is a trooper, and when things turn bad, she bites the bit and merely fights back in the most straightforward way she knows how. This doesn't mean she's too busy to not feel sad about how things are going. Just that she's able to put on a brave face or distract herself with more important tasks.

But if anything, the reappearance of Bloomberg in the house she's staying at yard has driven the fact that she has friends and family still elsewhere and making her pretty homesick.

And when you're feeling down and in the dumps, it's usually best to follow the age old tradition of drowning your sorrows with a drink or two. Though Applejack actually invited her friends, as sharing cider with them while talking about what bugs her might help cheer her up. So after checking around and making sure they wouldn't be thrown out by a drone, Applejack shows up at the pub and grabs a stool at the counter while she waits for others to show up. When the bartender looks her way, she tries to flash a smile before speaking up.]

Hey barkeep, got some cider? Ah could really use a large mug right about now.

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With everything going on in Mayfield, this was definitely something Twilight needed. She wouldn't expect a place like Mayfield to practice even the slightest bit of justice, but it was definitely overbearing.

She's going to walk right into that pub, not because she could've used a drink, but because Applejack also needed her friends; magic or no magic, that was definitely something she could always offer!

"Hey there Applejack."

[Applejack turns slightly on the stool at the voice and brightens up a bit. Nice to know she can always count on her friends when she's feeling a bit blue!]

Hi Twi, glad you could make it. Ah was just about to see what they had to drink here, actually.

(Best friends forever, Applejack. You're one of the first ponies she met and ~~you looked the most sane out of all of them~~ hasn't regretted that friendship.)

I'm guessing they don't have a menu, then; that's fine. Any luck with not having a drone as the bartender?

None so far. Ah kept a bit of an eye out on this place. Figured out when non-drones worked and Ah'm pretty sure this is one of those nights.

That's good! Then we won't have to worry about getting kicked out.

(Twilight grabs a seat beside her.)

So what's wrong? Is the town getting to you?

Cider? Like hard cider or Martinelli's?

Never heard of that Martin thing, Ah just meant some apple cider if you have some. Ah know it wouldn't be fresh what with it being out of season and all, but if you don't have any, that's okay too, just let me know what you would suggest instead.

[He finds a bottle of cider and pours it into a mug. He sets the mug onto the counter.]

So, er... I've never seen a talking horse before.

Ah get that a lot, actually. Though Ah'm a pony, not a horse.

[Applejack takes a look at the mug to see if the handle is big enough to get her hoof through like the ones she has back home...]

To be fair, where Ah'm from, we don't have many hue-mins, talking or otherwise. Ah haven't even seen any before Ah found mahself here in Mayfield.

[Nope, she doesn't want to risk it. So she gathers up the mug between her forelegs and takes a long drink of the cider.]

[He arches a brow at her, studying her a bit curiously. He never really got along with horses (or ponies, for that matter) back on Earth.]

What's your name then, pony?

[Someone is sitting at a table and was here when the "party" began. He doesn't seem like he's stopping anytime soon.

With his latest bottle having run dry, The Captain goes back to sit down at the bar. He orders a shot and cheers no one.]

To leprechauns, and little green aliens who aren't leprechauns!

Now what in the hay are leprechauns?

Leprechauns are these little ☠☠☠☠ green irish guys who, if you hit them on the head, they give you their gold. Or something.

[Well, how could Rarity possibly turn down an invitation from one of her closest friends? She comes trotting into the bar, looking around for a moment before heading over to talk to Applejack.]

Applejack? What's wrong?

Oh, hey there, Rarity.

[Applejack swivels slightly on the bar stool to talk to her friend, only pausing a moment to gather her thoughts.]

To be honest, Ah'm feeling mighty homesick. Getting Bloomberg back, especially with the picture Ah got, just reminds me of mah family back home, you know?

[Rarity frowns sympathetically, placing a hoof on Applejack's shoulder.]

I understand. I recently got a picture of Sweetie Belle back, myself. She's such a hooffull, but I really do miss her.

(So Django might be slightly too young to be in a bar (age 17), but as history has proven, he meets interesting people there! This time, he's met a pony...but even for someone he's unfamiliar with, the frown seems foreign to her face. He's just going to see what he can do about that!)

Excuse me...is something the matter?

[Applejack is probably too young to be in here as well, but then, alcohol isn't exactly a common thing where she's from. She's just here to have a drink and think about her troubles.]

Oh, hi there. Ah'm just feeling a little down. Figured Ah'd have a drink and maybe let it play out before getting back to living here in Mayfield.

Ah, I understand that. Sometimes all anyone needs is a moment to cool down.

I've learned that drinks are more enjoyable when you have someone to share the moment with. Mind if I sit with you? I'll pay for your drink.

[Hajime has been sitting at a table of his own well in the back of the bar. This isn't something he'd do under ordinary circumstances, but he figures that means no one he knows will run into him and he'll have ample private time to brood. He's worried about and missing the people back home, even though he'd never admit it to anyone.

There's a beer sitting in front of him, but he hasn't really touched it beyond a few sips. Even though under these circumstances he knows he doesn't have to worry about going all uncontrollable monster on anyone, old habits die hard, and he's got control issues. He realizes that there are now talking horses in the bar, and he's now wondering just how strong that beer really is and if he's had more of it than he's realized. Funny, he doesn't feel drunk. But...talking ponies...]

[Yep, talking ponies. Talking COLORFUL ponies. Applejack is currently drinking from a mug over by the bar.]

Huh, this is pretty strong tasting cider. What did you say this was called again?

[Talking colorful ponies, he must be absolutely wasted. On three sips of beer. Even if he doesn't feel drunk. His now-fully-human physiology must be even more fragile than he'd realized.

And he thought getting drunk was what humans did to feel better, but funny, he doesn't feel better, either. Clearly, he must be doing something wrong. He's walking over to the bar now, and he gets the bartender's attention, figuring that if he's drunk enough to hallucinate and he's this together with it, he should be fine in upping the ante.]

Hey, get me something stronger.

[Might as well own up to the drunken hallucination that's at the bar and talk to it.]

With this place, there's no telling what they've put in there.

[His drink comes in a much smaller glass this time. He downs the shot.]

Hey Applejack! What's up?

[Unfortunately Rainbow Dash is a little oblivious to Applejack's sorrows. At least right now she is.]

[Applejack kind of expected that, and she didn't want to really worry her friends too much with her problems when hanging out and having drinks with them might get her out of the funk she's feeling. So she's putting a bit of a brave smile on at the moment.]

Heya Dash, glad you could make it!

Nothing too much has been happening, but then, Ah've only been here for a bit. How about you?

Not much, just trying to kill time in this lousy place.

Everything okay?

[At some point during the evening, Rarity will attempt to politely and quietly sideline Rainbow Dash for a private conversation in some corner of the bar. There's a lot of walking around near her and throat clearing and small gestures to follow her somewhere.]

[Eventually Rarity does get her attention, to which Rainbow Dash follows her.]

Hey Rarity, what's up?

I wished to speak with you briefly concerning last month's... flower-related events.

[That last part is whispered very low. Rarity leans in conspiratiorially before even saying it.]

[If it was possible for Rainbow Dash to turn as white as a ghost, that's what she would be doing right now. She was hoping just to never speak of this again and move on.]

Y-yeah, um, about that...

[Rarity shakes her head and holds up a hoof, cutting Rainbow off sharply right in the middle of that.]

It never happened. We will never speak of it again. And if Applejack or Twilight tries to bring it up, we'll blink in confusion, shake our heads, and tell them we have no idea what they could possibly be talking about. Agreed?

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