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((Part 1 of however many, feel free to argue my points, I don’t mind.
This account just gets so many questions about it- combined with the “CAN YOU DESIGN ME AN OUTFIT???” questions, I get more of that then anything I can draw up a reasonable response to.
The ponies in this (sans Rarity) were made up on the spot, and any resemblance to real OC ponies is purely coincidental. ))
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(Summary: After resting up at the Seapony Inn and Tavern, the ponies are expected to follow through on their cover as traveling performers at a celebration in honor of returning pirate captain Rum Runner. Also, a canon character has a whole song about him. So. Yes.)
The tavern shook with the thunder of hooves and reverberated with the hearty cheers of the customers. The place was swamped with raucous ponies, all hoisting pints or applauding Bluegrass, who posed casually on a table with her trusty banjo levitating in front of her. Charleston caught his breath and sipped water nearby, having just finished an energetic dance to Blue’s skillful music. Cheer Chime seemed to laugh with her whole body from her position on the bar’s countertop, where she’d been contributing vocals and makeshift percussion. The night was young, the travelers were well-rested, and Scale Tail Ale was on the house.
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(Let’s try this again! Alrighty, our wayward wanderers just made it out of Wanderbranch Woods, where Charleston received his first, but not last, near-death experience. Here, have some seaside tavern tropes!)
There was no sweeter sight than the citrusy colors of sunrise above the port town of Bridle Bay for the haggard gaggle of ponies. Pyroclastic Pele, Hempy Hooves, Cheer Chime, Bluegrass, and Charleston stood at the edge of Wanderbranch Woods with their colorful wagon containing their zombified friend. The ponies in the town below were probably just waking up to a fresh day. The scent of baking bread carried to the group of travelers on a wind off the small sea. Hempy wiped a bit of drool from his muzzle with his hoof.
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