Freeooow! · 6:05pm Apr 13th, 2012
FREEOOOW! What a mare!
Sorry about that, readers, but I have just had the hoopiest night in the history of hoopiness!
I mean, I've had some hoopy nights (see Good Queen Bess), but that frood Derpy Hooves just takes the muffin!
Those eagle-eyed viewers among you may have noticed my...interest... in recent posts about finding out about a certain filly named 'Ditzy-Doo' or similar. Weeeeeeellll... my search is complete!
That's right - I found her! As in, I literally found her, stuck in 1742 on Mars, of all places. Apparently, she took a wrong turn at Tuesday and missed Cloudsdale by a few dozen dimensions. And we ALL know how that is, right? Right? Ah, whatever. Just call me Fetlock Holmes! Or the Doctor. In fact, just stick with Doctor, it's easier to remember.
As I was saying; there I was, on Mars in 1742, with the now-not-so-mysterious Derpy, when... she kissed me! Or flew into me whilst escaping from a giant space monster, but I'm fairly sure kissing was involved somewhere! Now, I'm not one to leave a damsel in distress (and especially not one who was such a good kisser), so I defeated the alien (awesome soundtrack not included), picked her up (which is bloody difficult to do with four legs, no arms and no horn) and carried her, bridal style, into the interior of the TARDIS.
Of course, she was immediately enthralled by my good looks and charm, and consequently spent hours simply begging me to go out with her. Eventually, I acquiesced, and took her to a little place I know called 'Brequinda', in the Foth of Avalars, which is widely considered to be the most romantic place in the Universe. Of course, it was all her idea, obviously. Who do you think I am, somepony who would take advantage of a pretty mare like that? Nope, like I said, it was her idea entirely.
So after our wonderful evening playing with Fuolornis Fire Dragons and listening to Dire Straits, I set a course back to Equestria, dropped her off at Cloudsdale, and bid her goodnight.
So that's all that sorted out then. As a side note, I never did find out what 'shipping' meant. Ah well, I guess it doesn't really matter anyway.
On an entirely unrelated note: Ditzy-Doo's Delivery Service is now distributing to different dimensions! Book now for your preferred delivery time: Late, Later, or Table Bookings for the Restaurant at the End of the Universe!
(She made me put that in. Grumble.)
So here's to a brilliant future/past/somewhere-in-between! Hooray!
DW
"Shipping" means that others are rooting for romance to happen. Other ponies wanted to see you and Ditzy together, me included (on a side note, have you ever met somepony by the name of Arthur Dent or Ford Prefect?). And damn! I wish MY dates went like that. I never get the mare in the end.
I'm glad you got your happy ending, Doctor. I hope I can find mine.
Your number one fan,
Akela Stronghoof
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Ford Prefect? Sure, I've met loads of Ford Prefects - cars are the dominant species, ya'know. And as for Arthur Dent... didn't you see me fight off the Sycorax at Hearth's Warming Eve a couple of years ago? I totally went Arthur Dent on their flanks.
So shipping means wanting romance between two parties, eh? Huh, Ponyville must have some seers around for them to have known before it happened. I'll look into it.
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I don't think they knew, I just think they wanted you two to get together. I mean, look at it from the perspective of the ponies who don't know what you really are. The weird (no offense), eccentric, rather dashing single pony who is nice to everypony they meet and has the most delightful accent, and the sweet, eccentric, clumsy-yet-still-adorable single mother. You two are perfect for each other.
Nah, didn't see that. Wish I did though—I spent Hearth Warming's Eve alone, crying into a cup of tepid hot cocoa.
Please, give Ditzy my regards. And—have you heard of a little pegasus filly named Scootaloo? I have reason to believe that she's an orphan and that she's living in a cardboard box somewhere in the Ponyville dump. I was hoping you could help me locate her—I want to adopt the poor thing.
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"Tepid hot cocoa." Wow - that's quite impressive. I didn't know it could be both at the same time.
Scootaloo? You mean the mare that invente- wait, I probably shouldn't tell you that. As for where she is... well, I'm not the best at the 'location' of things, per ce. When I found Derpy, I wasn't precisely aiming for Mars. More like... Norfolk. But it all ended up ok, and I'm sure your situation will sort itself out.
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Well, it's called hot cocoa, but it was tepid at the time. I was in the back room of my apartment and I tripped and fell into a closet. My wing got stuck in a crevasse and I was there for like an hour. I was shouting for my neighbors but none of them helped and I was afraid I would die there, so I managed to get my hooves on a pair of hedge clippers from the shelf and cut off the flight feathers on my stuck wing. My hot cocoa had been in the microwave the whole time, so it got tepid. And it turns out that my neighbors weren't busy—they just ignored me. That's why I was crying. Heh. Nothing like neighborly love, right?
And what? She invented something? I'm so proud of h—wait. Did I ever adopt her? Did I ever get to make her life better? Please, I know it's dangerous to share knowledge of the future, but I'm not asking for explicit details. I just want to know if I managed to help that adorable, sweet little filly. Yes or no would suffice.
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Invented something? When did I ever say that? Eheh.
Also, I'm sorry, but knowledge from the future is a dangerous thing. Even the slightest detail could prove infinitely dangerous. As a good friend once said/will say: "Spoilers". I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.
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Alright. Thanks anyway, Doctor.