Scene #1164: Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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Neva Fernandez	Exploration can take people to places one might never expect. To sprawling cities fought over by warring guilds! To a land of clans fighting in the aftermath of the loss of dragons! To a world where Gods are real and the starts fight by yourside! And sometimes even to quiet towns populated by pastel colored ponies. There's a whirl of magical energy that manifest briefly in the center of town, streaking with red, black, white, blue, and green trails of magic... And in an instant later, a humanoid figure wearing a bright blue and red cloak finds itself standing in the center of town. The sudden energies might have scared off the residents, as when the figure pulls her hood down, she blinks and looks around, "... Woah, did I just 'walk into a Ghost Town?"
Twilight Sparkle	Not entirely a ghost town! There is one pony who doesn't run away. Rather, she approaches cautiously, offering a friendly smile. "Hello there. I am Twilight Sparkle. What bring you to Ponyville?" the pastel purple unicorn says, staying a few feet back from Neva. Atop her back is a cute little purple and green dragon, who is peeking over the top of the unicorn's head. Once it seems like they are not under attack, the dragon pokes his head all the way up. "Wow! What an entrance! Twilight can teleport, but all those swirling colors? She doesn't do that! No wonder all the ponies ran scared." the dragon says, smiling. Then he pauses before shaking his head and holding his arms out in a shrug. "Of course, it doesn't really take much to send the townsponies running."
Neva Fernandez	It just so happens that Neva isn't facing the direction from which Twilight and Spike are approaching her from, so she doesn't immediately make the most obvious comment to make for a new arrival to Ponyville. She instead smirks a bit, and closes her eyes, striking a pose, "Haha! That's because they've never seen a Planeswalker in action!" It's almost by rote as she flourishes her blue and red cloak to try and appear impressive. It's kind of the Showy way that a certain Showpony Unicorn would go about, except not giving off an air of Smug. She then spins around and grins, pushing her glasses up her nose as her head is tilted down and eyes closed. "Don't worry, boys and girls! I'm a friend to everyone in every plane!" Then in a mumble, "Except New Phyrexia, those guys are jerks..." Before throwing her hands out and introducing herself, "NEVA FERNANDEZ! IZZET PLANESWALKER AND ALL AROUND AWESOME PERSON!" And then bows... "At your service."
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight and Spike both smile as Neva performs her introduction. It is definitely like a certain showy pony, but Neva seems much more friendly. "Greetings, Neva. It is an honor to have an Izzet planeswalker in our town. Ponyville doesn't get a lot of high profile visitors other than our Queens." Twilight says, then headtilts. "Are you from the same Izzet guild currently headed by Rhapsody, daughter of Niv-Mizzet?" Twilight asks. Spike is now standing on Twilight's head, trying to look as strong and dragon-like as possible. "I can breathe fire! Watch!" Spike says, then takes a deep breath and lets out a green stream of flame about...a foot in length.
Neva Fernandez	Neva grins and stands up straight, still seeming to not really be paying attention to certain details in Twilight's greeting, as she is still kind of in her own zone, as she replies, "I'm more of an Honorary Member of the Izzet Guild, but Rhapsody and I have met, and we get along swimmingly! Still, I can guarantee you that you won't find any other planeswalker like me---" It's right around THIS moment when a certain important detail registers in her brain, as Neva's grin sort of melts into thoughtfulness as she blinks, and turns her full attention to Twilight and Spike. As in turning her attention to WHAT they are. She takes a moment to squint, and walks up and stoops to Twilight's Eye level, as though trying to decypher something.... And then her eyes pop WIDE open. Followed by the slowest forming, biggest grin a human can make, as she seems to be trying, and failing, to keep her enthusiasm in check. And then it happens. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...!!"
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight and Spike both end up covering their ears and wincing as Neva squeals in delight at meeting a real live cute purple pony and her dashing dragon sidekick. And about half-way through the squeal, a certain pink cotton-candy-maned pony appears, one foreleg around Neva's shoulders as she squeals right alongside the planeswalker. When Neva stops squealing, Pinkie Pie keeps squealing a moment or two longer before blinking. "Oh. Are we done? But excited squealing is so much fun! Oh oh!" She starts bouncing around Neva in a circle. "I know! Next time someone shows up, we can squeal again! Wouldn't that be fun? When, I remember when I first met Twilight, I did almost the same thing! I mean, that was more of a gasp, but still it was so exciting meeting someone new! Especially when it turned out to be someone as awesome as Twilight here!" As Twilight clamps her forehooves around Pinkie's muzzle, Twilight can't help but giggle. "I...um...I'm glad you are so happy to be here!" she says to Neva while Pinkie keeps mumbling things through her closed muzzle.
Neva Fernandez	Neva's giant Squee trails off once she takes another breath in, and just begins to go, "OHMYGODOHMYGOD!" She giggles in delight a bit more, even as Pinkie Pie makes herself known and gets her muzzle clamped up. Oh god, it's another one! And then comes the babbling, "OH MY GOD! I can't believe you're real! I mean... Actual ponies! All with the brushable colored manes and the marks! I had so many toys when I was little! I thought I grew out of that pony phase forever ago, but OHMYGOD!!" She finally takes a moment to finally BREAAAAAATHE, before asking, "Please let me brush your mane. Just once?" She's grinning again and that delight just won't go away. _____
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight blinks a few times as Neva starts gushing, but the request is a bit unusual. "Um...I...suppose?" Twilight sees no harm in it. It is just an unusual request. "But, I don't have a brush with me, so it will have to wait. Are you hungry or thirsty? ...do planeswalkers feel such things? I admit I am unfamiliar with the traits of a planeswalker, I only know they are extradimensional beings with powerful magics at their command." Spike, on the other hand, seems a bit disheartened. "Aw man. You're one of -those- kinds of girls? The brush manes and polish hooves and accessorize kinds?" he says with the sort of disapproval that a little boy has for girly things. Pinkie finally escapes Twilight's grasp, and giggles. "We could have a slumber party! Where we give each other makeovers and throw pies at each other and..." Her speaking trails out of hearing range as the pink pony bounces away toward the Sugarcube Corner.
Mortimer Balman	Not too long after that BLARING LOUD SQUEALING FESTIVAL, there comes a tall black furred pony with fiery mane and tail, horn sticking through the mane and looking somewhat.. Tired. But then he always looks a little tired these days. Sitting on his back is an adorable little Delibird who is trying to cover her ear-places with her flippers while simultaneously balancing a jug on her head. Why is the jug on her head? Who knows. "Is everythin' alright over here, Twilit?" The older pony looks puzzled at the squealing Neva. "Pinkie what the blazes are you doing."
Neva Fernandez	Neva seems to finally calm down, though still a little giddy at the idea of brushing a real pony's mane, as she holds up a right hand and replies, "I promise I'll be good until then." With that grin done, she stands right up and looks to Spike, grinning as she replies, "What? No way. That's way too impractical, and really kind of vain. I grew out of that girly-girliness... Mostly." Neva twirls around a bit, "Well, I -am- a little thirsty. Sure, I'm a dimension hopping wizard with phenominal cosmic power, but a girl's gotta eat and drink still." Then Mort shows up, and his appearance causes Neva to blink as she says in a quite, conspiring voice, "The elusive male pony... They -do- exist." The Planeswalker looks back to Twilight, "Wait a second... I just realized you're a -unicorn-! Ohmy---" She clamps her own mouth shut there.
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight seems surprised by Neva's comment. "Of course there are males. Our species would have great difficulty with procreation if there were no males." she says, smiling. She doesn't seem like she was being smart or making fun of Neva. Just a fact that she is sharing because her new friend doesn't know. When Neva accepts the invitation for a drink, Twilight nods. "There is a wonderful...oh wait, humans do not eat the same things as ponies." she says, then smiles to Neva. "I don't suppose a daisy and daffodil sandwich with hayfries sounds good to you?" Spike pipes in with, "Or cupcakes with sapphire gems mixed into the frosting?" Twilight eyerolls lightly at Spike, then waves to Mortimer. "Hello Mortimer! How are you today? And, it was nothing. Our visitor is just happy to be here."
Mortimer Balman	The little bird on Mortimer's back deli's a bit, "<We get strange people here Uncle Morty.>" The older pony nods, "Yep." A pause to study the strange 'planeswalker', lifting a brow. "Life'd be awful hard to keep goin' without /male/ ponies, yea. Granted I'm not technically a native, but I'm a citizen now. Got papers 'n tax forms to prove it." He'd reach down and fuzzle Spike's.. Well, spikes. "Good to see you, lad. Lookin' stronger every day! Now.. Who is this, if'n I might ask, and why is she obsessed with brushin' your mane? ...I mean it /is/ a lovely mane granted, and it probably needs a good bit of work, but then that's true for anypony what takes good care of themselves." He runs a hoof through his hair. "...I'm still not really used to actually /having/ hair on my head. Or a tail again, for that matter."
Neva Fernandez	"Iiiiiiiiiii guess I can go for some sort of... Uh... Fruit salad or something?" Neva tries so suggest some sort of dish where meeting in the middle won't be too bad, since she doesn't want to mention how she's hankering for some fried chicken right now. She does look down to the little dragon stoops to ruffle his spines, "Thanks for the offer, little guy. Sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier, what with me being all showy and all." She giggles a bit. When Mort inquires, Neva grins and stands back up, "Neva Fernandez! Planeswalker, and generally awesome person." She pauses, "You're that grumpy Irish voice on the radio, aren't you?"
Twilight Sparkle	"Fruit salad, wonderful!" Twilight says happily, then she motions toward a nearby cafe. "Would you like to come with us, Mortimer?" Twilight adds as she starts walking. Spike giggles like the little kid he is when his spines are ruffled. "Eh, it's alright. Not everyone has the refined palette of a dragon." he says. Twiliht blinks at Mortimer's comment. "Did you not have a tail in your natural form?" she asks the fiery-maned stallion. Spike, meanwhile, is watching Neva. "So, you're a planeswalker? What does that mean?"
Mortimer Balman	"How's a fruit salad sound, Roll?" The tiny bird squees and claps her flippers, somehow bouncing without dropping the jug. "<I like fruit!>" <(^.^)> so easily pleased, she carefully scales back up onto Mortimer's back using his tail. "Aye, I'm one of the old farts of the broadband public frequency. Good way to monitor stuff.. And once in a blue moon, one of you young'uns actually /listens/ to me and stays the hell outta trouble." He'd start following along after the group once it began moving. "Dunno what "Irish" is, though, I'm afraid.. And no, Twilit. My tail was quite violently ripped off long, long ago afore I ever unified. But by the time anyone could heal it I'd already adapted to not havin' one, so I didn't bother gettin' it fixed. Too much trouble. But then that's normal-like. S'nice havin' a tail again, if only as a pony, an' only then if because I look far better with than without."
Staren	"Wow, this place is a ghost town! Where'd everypony go?" Another of the elusive male ponies, a white unicorn with a brown mane and Valkyrie (as in the robot) head cutie mark and wearing a sea-green scarf and a pair of magi-punk goggles around his neck and blue saddlebags trots up and then slows to a walk as he approaches. "Twilight, Mort." Then he walks a little faster up to Twilight for a hug. "Been too long. Good to see you again." Finally, he turns to look up at Neva. "And who is this?"
Neva Fernandez	The Redhaired human just sort of twirls a bit as she listens to the conversation, taking turns talking and asking questions, "So what's your name, little Guy?" She asks the baby dragon, out of curiousity, genuinely curious since this is the first miniature dragon she's actually seen. Well, not the first, but the others were cards... To Twilight, Neva hmms a bit at her quiery, before grinning and billowing her blue cloak with the red lightning bolts embroidered on it, "What does it mean to be a Planeswalker, you ask? Well, the legend is that only one in a million beings in the Multiverse has the 'Spark' of a Planeswalker, and there's a One in a Million chance of that Spark -igniting-!" She makes an explosive gesture with her hands to give a visual. "And when someone those astromnomical odds ignite someone's sparks, that being becomes a magical force to be reckoned with! Capable of hopping from across the Planes... With just a snap..." She grins and clicks her fingers for effect. Then Staren comes in, and Neva grins, "Heyyo! Just talking about stuff. I'm Neva Fernandez, Planeswalker, awesome person."
Twilight Sparkle	"I'm Spike! The best assistant ever. I've been with Twilight since I hatched. Not to brag or anything, but she'd be lost without my catalog-like memory of the library." the little dragon says, gesturing at himself with a thumb and smirking smugly. When Staren approaches, Twilight smiles warmly and gives the white stallion a warm hug and nuzzle. "Staren! It is good to see you, too." she says before gesturing at Neva. "Neva is a new visitor to Equestria. She was quite excited to learn that there were really ponies like us in the Multiverse." Twilight leads the little group to her favorite cafe, then takes a seat at one of the outdoor tables that has haystacks as chairs. She seats herself, then smiles to the others. "How long have you been a planeswalker?" she asks Neva.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer stomps a hoof in the ground and laughs at Spike's proclomation. "Gwahaha! Ain't that the truth, lad. That reminds me, though. Haven't seen you 'round my house in a little while. Yer gonna get pudgy if you don't keep up the exercises I've been runnin' yah through!" Poking Spike in the stomach gently. And then reaching for one of his bags to pull out his pipe, so he can light it up with his breath and start puffing on it. "One in a million? Seems like we should be seeing entire /legions/ of Planeswalkers then, unless you mean that as a figurative thing." Hard to tell with some stuff in the Multiverse, gotta clarify these sorts of things. "Hey Staren." He'd move to the side to give the two ponies room for hugging. "Prolly a good thing you didn't come earlier in the day, Planeswalker, if the sight of ponies is so excitin' to yah. Might have had an overload!"
Staren	"Then the legends lie, or can't do math. I've seen three planeswalkers from a world of several billion people. Are you..." His magic levitates a deck carrying case out of his saddlebag, pulls out a card, then pulls it from its sleeve, floating it towards Neva with the back facing her. "the fourth Deckmaster, by any chance?" Staren glances to Twilight. "Excited? Ah, /that's/ what that noise was."
Rarity	Finally! With Secret Santa day passed and all but a few small holiday projects finished, Rarity finally has a chance to relax and actually enjoy a little of the holiday time left. Sweetie Belle is still in school for the day and she doesn't feel like working more just to make lunch so Rarity has decided to visit downtown Ponyville for a light meal. Hard to miss a familiar lavander pony and dragon sitting outside one of the cafes. And quite a gathering with her, it would seem. "Afternoon dahlings." Rarity trots up with a scarf wrapped around her neck loosely, a winter bonnet and a new set of boots. The boots and scarf are royal purple like her mane, while the bonnet is snow white with matching trim. "Twilight, Staren, Mortimer.." Pauses to squint one eye slightly at Neva. "And person I do not know." Then reachs over to ruffle Spike's head spines with one booted hoof lightly. "And of course my widdle Spikey-wikey."
Neva Fernandez	Neva can't help but grin at Mort's laugh, "Hey, it's the long odds, you know? Besides, that's a million to one shot out of a million to one shot in an ENTIRE Multiverse and---" It's right about there that Neva's enthusiasm is sapped out of her, when she hears Staren's choice of words. "I---Well--That's... It's not really really literal--" Her smile just sort of slowly disappears, and vanishes entirely when Staren pulls that card out. "That---I mean--- SHUT UP!" She shakes her head and glares at Staren, "Why are you trying to take the special out of it?! I'm a Planeswalker and I'm -awesome-, not a mundane nobody playing -just- a card game!" Evidently, Staren struck a nerve. And with that, she storms right over to that table and just slumps in the makeshift chair. She even failed to notice Rarity!
Staren	Staren's expecting a little stammering and admitting the legend isn't literal... But how upset she is when she tells him to shut up catches him completely off-guard. His eyes widen in surprise and he steps back. "I... I'm not taking the special out of it! You're not /just/ playing a card game, I've seen Deckmasters do /amazing/ things! I... what..." How did it all go so wrong? Oh if only the one person in the world who understood him /and/ social stuff were around... OH RIGHT SHE IS! Staren looks to Twilight. "I pointed out the legends are factually incorrect, which has no bearing on her power, and since most Planeswalkers I've heard of are 'Deckmasters', as Theo calls them, I asked if she was one too! Why is she so upset?" As he speaks, the card flies past Twilight and then back into the sleeve, back into the case, back into his bags. He seems to have given up on just asking the person he upset what's wrong. That just makes it worse. Asking Twilight has a much better success rating!
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight blinks at Staren's blunt statement, then smiles softly at his misunderstanding. "Um...Staren, sweetie, you might want to be more delicate about calling other people's beliefs lies. It would probably be better to suggest they are a bit inaccurate than outright declaring them a lie." she says, giving him a little pat on the shoulder with a forehoof. "And, are you sure there are only billions of people? There could be many beings in that universe that you do not know about." she adds. But, it is a bit of an extreme reaction. And she tries to let Staren know with an understanding and sympathetic look. Spike lets out an 'oof' as he is poked in the belly, which is a bit more pudgy than Morty might remember. "H-hey! With all the Hearthswarming preparations, I had to take a break from exercise, alright?" the little dragon says defensively. Until he is ruffled by Rarity, which easily placates the dragon. "Hi Rarity." he says in his usual dreamy voice, practically floating into the air. One can easily imagine the cartoon hearts floating around his head. As Spike is talking, Twilight is ordering her meal from the waiter pony who has walked up to the table. Her usual, a daisy and daffodil sandwich with an order of hayfries and a milkshake. Then, the waiter looks to the others as Twilight greets Rarity. "Hello Rarity! How did that project we were working on go?"
Rarity	"... And I seem to have walked right into the midst of a rather large faux pahs," Rarity adds when Staren manages to put his hoof in his mouth. "No offense dear, but you really need to remember that not everyone wants to hear your analytical breakdown of unusual events." Twilight fortunately has a handle on that matter. She smirks at Mortimer instead. "Oh, don't worry. We'll just make sure he works it off helping me take down the decorations after the holidays, won't we?" It's a question, but phrased in that tone of 'I'm telling you rather than asking you' that women like Rarity often have. Then back to Twilight with a smile as she asks. "Wonderfully, dahling, just absolutely fantastic! The enchantment didn't make working with the material any more difficult, and she absolutely loved it."
Mortimer Balman	Morty exhales a long puff of smoke while watching Staren with a blank face. Admittedly, he didn't see the harm in the question either. "Whoa hey calm down a wee bit there, ey? No harm meant, right Staren? Right. All friends here." Leaning over to the catboy-robot-pony and whispering, "Okay, I admit I didn't see that either, so let's both be mindful of our mouths, yea?" Ahem. He starts placing his order as well, "Mr. Balman there's no smoking here, remember?" "Oh sorry dear, I forgot." "No problem! Your usual?" "Yes." "Scotch or no?" "Double." Yes, he's lived here long enough the locals should probably know what he'll usually eat by now. Or drink, rather. He's not looking for a meal so much as a light snack, which is why his usual will be a hayseed milkshake with a double shot of Scotch and some lemon chunks sliced in. Served ice cold of course. Mmmm. "Ah, hey there, Rares! I was gonna come see if you had any time open in the near future to fill a big order.. Well not a /big/ order so much as an order for a big person. Karian has finally agreed to get some proper bloody /clothes/, and I intend to get him something that's not only reasonably fashionable but also comfortable and long-lasting. Naturally, I'll be footing the bill until we can teach him how proper economies work.."
Neva Fernandez	Neva just needs a little bit of a cooldown, she rubs her face a bit as she sits there, letting the lot of them talk around her as she collects her thoughts, before looking up to the waiter pony, "A salad please? Caesar Salad if you know what it is." She sucks a breath in and turns back around to face the rest of the group. "Sorry... I over-reacted there..." She has in fact calmed down, though she still seems a little emotional, "Planeswalkers ARE that rare. In the Lore there's about... Something like twenty Planeswalkers known in the entire wide Multiverse! That's like one, maybe two in a given plane... So when my Spark ignited, I thought that I was it... Maybe there was one other, but I didn't think I was going to meet any other Planewalkers from -Earth-. I spent the last few months thinking that I was one of a kind... Three months, by the way, that's how long I've been a Planeswalker..." Neva sighs a bit and leans backwards, "Finding out that there's three others from Earth, and they're right in your Neighborhood... Kind of sucks the special away..." It's just as she was about to zone out when her attention is caught by something else, which causes her to go wide eyed again. That grin suddenly returns, and one can almost sense the impending squeal. She just noticed Rarity.
Rarity	So many conversations to keep tabs on! Good thing Rarity accels at social butterflying. "I'll have a grilled carrot-dog, a small order of hayfries with it, and a glass of mineral water, thank you." With order placed she turns her attention back to Mortimer. "Karian..." She pauses, tapping her chin with a forehoof. "Karian.. karian... Oh yes. The large fellow with the wolf fetish?" Pause. Then buries her face in one hoof while waving the other as she realizes what she said. "No no no! Not the term I intended! Oh stars are bridles, what a terrible implication! Ah.. Uh.." Then both hooves thump on the tabletop. "MOTIFF! YES! That's the word. Motiff." She ahems into one hoof as she sits down again, and goes to acting like the entire miswording never happened. "I have no larger projects lined up until the Hoofinton racers put their jersey orders in for the new year, so if you convince him to come in sometime Mortimer, that would be fine." Wrapped up in her own little whoopsie she hasn't noticed the way the girl is smiling at her.
Staren	Staren blinks at Neva. "...If Planeswalkers really /are/ that rare, then there must be something incredibly special about yourself, Theo, Conor, and Yumi. Four people from... wait, they're not just from the same Earth, they're from-- you're all from the same neighborhood?" Staren considers this. "Maybe there's a connection? A reason? Some special event? Something there? What neighborhood /is/ this?" he alternates between stroking his chin and pacing.
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight nods to Neva. "I can imagine how that might make one feel a bit lesser after all the build-up of such a legend." Twilight says. The waiter apparently does know what a ceasar salad is, so once all the orders are in the waiter goes off to the kitchen. Twilight looks to Rarity after that. "That is good to hear! I was concerned that using the material might be difficult." Both Twilight and Spike blink as Rarity speaks of Karian, then Twilight starts giggling while Spike just looks confused. "I think you have been reading too many of those...romance books, Rarity." Twilight says, a teasing smirk on her face. As Staren goes analyzing again, Twilight rolls her eyes lightly and smiles. "In any case, I am sure the fact that so many planeswalkers come from your area does not take away from how special you are." she adds for Neva.
Mortimer Balman	Mort watches Staren pass back and forth. "...Staren. ...Staaaarreeeen." He reaches out with a hoof to gently BONK the robot catboy pony on the head. "Yer doin' that goin' off on a mental tangent thing again, not focusin' on the important part of what she said. Now li-" He pauses at Rarity. And Rarit says a thing that makes him just start BURSTING out with laughter. "GWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh.. Oh Mew.. Gwaaaahahahahahoohoohoheehehaa!" He's holding his sides at that one. "Oh.. Oh dear me.." Wiping a tear from his eye. "Ohh.. No no no, Rares, fetish is pretty close given some'a the stuff I've seen'em pull! But yeah.. We'll go with motif.." Snrrrrrrrrk. Teehee. Oh that was RICH. "Waiter! I'm footin' Rarity's bill today. She deserves it after that one. Gwaha..." Clearing his throat. "Aye, Karian's one of the Astartes. The Space Wolves, couple of them were kind enough to help us with Discord as you may recall- albeit only as meatshields so you girls could do what yer good at.. I'll have him come down fer measurements and suggestions as soon as I can manage it. Still need to finish makin' arrangements with their Fang so's I can visit Fenris with Twilit, though. Slow process."
Neva Fernandez	"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Since nobody seemed to realize it was coming, Neva lets out yet another excited squeal, albeit MUCH shorter this time, making it unlikely that Pinkie Pie will join in this time around. The girl clamps her mouth shut to breathe, as she once again begins to gush, "OHMYGOD! I thought I was done gushing earlier, but you! You're GORGEOUS!" She looks up and down at Rarity, "Your mane is so sleek! How do you get it to shine like that?! OHMYGOD your tail has a matching curly style! And you're SO sophisticated! EEE!!" She clamps her mouth shut and tries to force herself to breath. "Sorry... My... Inner... Little Girl just... Exploded again.."
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight recognizes that expression! The purple pony quickly covers her ears, and Spike does the same to his before...yep! There it is. Thankfully, it is much shorter this time, and Twilight is giggling by the end of it. "I didn't realize we ponies were so popular outside of Equestria." she comments once the squeal ends. Spike is still covering his ears until the compliments to Rarity start. He blinks, then stands as tall and proud as he can and nods to each comment. "Rarity is the most fashionable, most beautiful, most regal pony in all Equestria. And the most generous!"
Rarity	Rarity has a winter bonnet over her ears and she's still tempted to cover them at the squealing. Though it is quickly subsided by the flood of compliments that come afterwards. That she could bask in all day long if she was able to. "And you ponies say my morning routine is excessive," she retorts to the others with a smug little grin.
Staren	Staren stops and looks at Mortimer. "Maybe the other parts of what she said /are/ more important than anyone realizes..." he starts to explain, and then EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! His ears flatten back and he raises his hooves to try and cover them, and promptly falls in the dirt. "Nngh!" Suddenly, there's a catboy in a labcoat covering his ears there, until the squealing stops and he stands, brushing the dust off his coat. "What /is/ it about little girls and ponies? I don't get it, I guess since I've never /been/ a little..." There's a brief pause for almost a second, and then he repeats, "I don't get it." Explaining about the shapeshifting would just be a long tangent, after all. He didn't used to think gender was important, but sticking with one for the past few years /has/ made people less freaked out about him. He doesn't need to start /that/ up again.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer just kinda stares at Neva, flattening his ears to his skull. He's heard worse noises but DAMN that girl's gotta set of lungs on her! Roll finally speaks up again, waddling up to Neva, climbing up onto the table and putting a flipper against Neva's nose. "<Hey.>" She blinks a few times before speaking again. The pause is almost unnaturally long. "<Please stop that. It hurts my ears. I'll give you one of my cookies if you stop.>" <(9v9)> big soulful eyes pleading because seriously that squeal is painful. Mortimer nods concurrently with his Delibird's assessment. "Hell I'll even share my scotch-shake." Which has arrived! With a big plate of cookies, which Roll immediately takes a few from so she can start stuffing them into her beak. Yay cookies! She pauses only to look down at Staren on the ground, then back up at her trainer. "<Mister Staren doesn't handle these kinds of things well, does he?>" Morty shook his head. "No."
Neva Fernandez	Neva seems to have finally gotten herself under control, as the entheusiasm subsides at least into managable ranges, especially at Roll's request. Neva blinks at the penguin-pokemon, and says, "I make no promises, but I'll refrain from not trying to control myself." To Mort, Neva arches an eyebrow, and umms a little, as she hesitantly explains, "I'm... Seventeen..? I probably shouldn't drink any." She a hand does grab a cookie and she nibbles on it a little. To the collective group, Neva laughs a little bit, "Sorry... Like I said, I was a little girl once. I had pony toys. There was much hair brushing... There was even a cartoon. That was ages ago though, and then I grew up and became a giant nerd." Having said that, she can't help hum a little jingle that might probably be the theme song of such a show. She then oohs, "Oh, yeah, that reminds me!" She reaches under her Red and blue cloak and into a backpack hidden beneath, and pulls out a box, sliding it out and revealing a deck of Magic the Gathering cards, all in their sleeves and everything. "This is how I do my Magic."
Rarity	Rarity blinks a couple of times at Neva. ".. This must be how the cybertronians feel when someone tells them they're action figures in some worlds." That's her best sumnation of the turn of events. It's.. just another aspect of the Multiverse. Nothing to freak out over. Anymore, at least. Just don't tell Rarity that some similar characters in name and pony-race actually were princesses. Nevermind, foods here! Of course she's not one to be rude and talk with her mouth full.
Staren	Staren pulls out his deck case again, smiling. "Want to show them a match?" He blinks. "Wait... I guess it wouldn't be as impressive, since I can't summon stuff." He puts it away again. "But you don't need to be in a... conflict, to summon stuff, right? You can just draw and play the cards? To show, I mean. The summons." He tries to remember if Twilight, Mort, or Rarity have ever been present when Theo did his thing.
Twilight Sparkle	Spike shrugs at Staren's question. "Ponies are cool and all, but yeah, I don't understand this freaking out stuff either." he says, not seeming to have Rarity's problem with talking while having food in his mouth. Hayfries are easily visible as he talks. Twilight blinks as Neva explains about the cartoon and toys. "Oh! How fun! I had a doll like that when I was younger. Ms. Smartypants! She came with a book for studying and even a little quill for taking notes!" Twilight says enthusiastically. As Staren talks about the cards, Twilight smiles. "I have seen Theo and Connor use their cards when we went to the Simic and encountered that giant dragon plant thing. It was quite impressive!"
Mortimer Balman	Mort leans over to look at the cards. "Cool. Magical cards. Never seen magical cards quite like /those/ before, but still pretty boss." He suddenly recalls a discussion on the broadband frequency some months back when it was suggested that he himself would make a reasonably good card, with the power to eat artifacts. He'd never live that Tesseract thing down, but eh, not like he cared anymore. He'd look down to Spike, "It's quite simple, my boy. Imagine a thing you think is only imaginary, completely and utterly not-real. A thing you've loved and enjoyed for a great long time- a book series, perhaps- and then discovered one day that the thing you thought was merely the product of imagination was in fact, completely /real/. You'd probably let out a squeal or two too. I know I would but.. Well it's probably for the best that the things I can fondly recall aren't real. Or at least, aren't real around me." Beat. Cough. "/Anyway/, fun as this is, I gotta do work and stuff. So once we finish our treats and pay we're gonna head on up outta here."
Neva Fernandez	Neva can't help but giggle a little at the idea of Ms. Smartypants, the study pony toy, "I think I can imagine it... Though studying was kind of the last thing on my mind as a kid..." When Twilight mentions having seen Theo and Conor demonstrating the use of the cards, Neva's eagerness to explain once again drains away, "Well... I suppose other people might have shown you the magic in action..." However, rather than deflate completely, Neva tries explaining, "Actually, the cards themselves are entirely normal." Neva explains as she holds up a card depicting a Minotaur. "I didn't want to open with the fact, but I'm... Kind of a complete newbie... Theoretically I should be able to cast whatever magic I want, but it's... REALLY hard to do anything big without the cards as a focus, and even then there are the rules of the game that I have to follow just to do it. It becomes something of a ritual, you know?" She DOES brighten up a little as she grins, "Say, you've never actually -played- the game, right, Twilight? I can run you through it if you like. If you've got the time and money to sink into collecting the cards, I think you'd like it." To Mort, Neva nods, "Well, you have fun Mr. Mortimer..." She pauses, "Wait, is that bird a pokemon?"
Staren	Staren blinks at Twilight, perhaps trying to imagine little Twilight playing with such a doll. Then he looks back to Neva. "Actually, the cards aren't /entirely/ normal. There's a kind of magic... /pointer/ on them of some sort, that your magic accesses somehow, though I don't know how it plays into the whole thing. I /do/ know that if I make a copy of the cards, Theo can't use the copies." Out comes the deck box again. "I've got a deck she could use, if you'd like to teach her! ...Although I guess you must have spare decks too..." He doesn't mean to keep stealing her thunder! His ears splay, then he brightens up again. "Ooh, then we could /all/ play, if you do!"
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight listens to Niva and Staren, then smiles. "Well, I would be happy to learn. Playing games with friends is a good way to strength friendships." she says, nodding, before she looks at Mortimer. "Why is it a good thing that your fond memories are not real? Are you fond of some kind of fiery, destructive creature?" she asks, then blinks. "Actually...I would not be surprised if you were, since you -are-." Twilight says with a giggle. Then, she's back to talking about magic and cards. "So...it is was a game before you deckmasters learned to wield the cards?" she asks Neva.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer nods. "Aye, that she is. Roll here is a Delibird." Roll waves a flipper <(^v^)^! And finishes off her cookies. Shrugging, Mort finishes off his drink with speed. "Ahh, that always hits the spot.." Hiccup! Burp! A small gout of flame comes from his mouth as he belches, aimed away so it doesn't singe anyone or their precious cards. "Beg yer pardon on that.. By all means, if you wish to see more pokemon, you can visit my house later. I've several. I'm technically a pokemon myself, though I'm a morph and not a feral 'mon, at least when I don't let this place make me a pony. Anyway! You kids have yerselves a good time, aye?" He'd leave enough to pay for his tab, and Rarity's, wait for Roll to hop onto his back with her jug, and start trotting off.