More work on the Roan RPG. Petina is going to have a color piece in the rulebook so I need to finalize a composition for the piece. I wanted to create a very Film Noir feeling.
It was three in the afternoon when I strolled into the ballroom. Most of the lights were off in the room. Only the sunlight pouring through the large observation windows lit the place. The sunlight threw long shadows across the floor. My shift didn’t start for a couple more hours but I needed a drink. The ballroom and the bar area was mostly unoccupied. It was a Friday but the fun didn’t get rolling until around six in the evening when the air-cabs, yachts, and ferries full stallions and mares started to bring up the customers from below.
Silver Flask was standing behind the bar when I walked in, our eyes met and he nodded his head. A couple minutes later I had Sidecar in front of me. I took a long sip and closed eyes, yeah that hit the spot!
With basic essentials taken care of I looked around the room; the room was mostly empty. There was a collection of tourists gabbing away in a corner. They had arrived a day or so ago, and were taking advantage of the Early Bird drink specials.
A couple of the regulars were waiting for either the card room to open, or for the special mare and stallion companions to go on the clock so they could hire one of them for their special services.
However the real pony of importance in the room was a little unicorn mare; a drop dead gorgeous, white mare with green eyes that seemed to be able to see right into a pony’s mind. A drop dead gorgeous mare in a short, snug little black dress, that just happens to by my boss. Petina DePony.
Nobody seems to be quite certain about where Petina came from our how she came into possession of the Heavenly Bawdy at such a young age, or even what her real age is. Some say she’s a former sky pirate who found some forgotten treasure left from before the Ascension. Others say she’s the illegitimate daughter of an industrialist, or politician and she had the dirt on them. The purchase of this airship was a form of hush money. Still others speculate that Miss Petina has stumbled upon arcane magic that makes ponies want to give their money to her. Considering how successful she’s been at running this place that one has some merit.
However I believe in a more controversial theory that most ponies seem to dismiss with a wave a hoof. I believe Miss Petina acquired the Heavenly Bawdy through hard work and using her wits. She got ownership of this floating palace of hedonism by busting her haunches, mighty fine haunches they are, and not losing sight of the prize!
One way or another I have Miss Petina to thank for this job of mine. She was willing to roll the dice on a stallion who was down on his luck and had almost given up on himself. Now I have a roof over my head, money in my pocket, and three solid meals a day. Drinks and mares come out of my own pocket.
My job ain’t hard. Make certain ponies have a good time. Make certain that folks don’t get out of line and cause trouble, and if they do escort them off the ship. Miss Petina has given my coworkers and I quite a bit of latitude when it came to escorting folks off the ships. Just no tossing of non-pegasi over railings, and even really drunk pegasi get thrown in an air-cab; splattered, flattened ponies down below makes for bad PR.
Suddenly Petina looked my way and our eyes met. I’ve worked here for almost a year now, but I still feel a shiver of excitement run up my spine when she does that. Heavenly Bawdy employs some mighty pretty mares, and I’ve even partaken of their services once or twice, but if there is one mare onboard this ship that will fill your sleep with fantasies its Miss Petina. However she’s completely out of my league, and besides sleeping with the boss always leads to trouble.
She shot me an impish grin then went back drinking her Whiskey Sour. I finished my drink and paid my bill. Figured I’d go talk to Steel Mane see if anything had happened since I went off shift this morning.
All, in all the Heavenly Bawdy is a nice place to work.
It was three in the afternoon when I strolled into the ballroom. Most of the lights were off in the room. Only the sunlight pouring through the large observation windows lit the place. The sunlight threw long shadows across the floor. My shift didn’t start for a couple more hours but I needed a drink. The ballroom and the bar area was mostly unoccupied. It was a Friday but the fun didn’t get rolling until around six in the evening when the air-cabs, yachts, and ferries full stallions and mares started to bring up the customers from below.
Silver Flask was standing behind the bar when I walked in, our eyes met and he nodded his head. A couple minutes later I had Sidecar in front of me. I took a long sip and closed eyes, yeah that hit the spot!
With basic essentials taken care of I looked around the room; the room was mostly empty. There was a collection of tourists gabbing away in a corner. They had arrived a day or so ago, and were taking advantage of the Early Bird drink specials.
A couple of the regulars were waiting for either the card room to open, or for the special mare and stallion companions to go on the clock so they could hire one of them for their special services.
However the real pony of importance in the room was a little unicorn mare; a drop dead gorgeous, white mare with green eyes that seemed to be able to see right into a pony’s mind. A drop dead gorgeous mare in a short, snug little black dress, that just happens to by my boss. Petina DePony.
Nobody seems to be quite certain about where Petina came from our how she came into possession of the Heavenly Bawdy at such a young age, or even what her real age is. Some say she’s a former sky pirate who found some forgotten treasure left from before the Ascension. Others say she’s the illegitimate daughter of an industrialist, or politician and she had the dirt on them. The purchase of this airship was a form of hush money. Still others speculate that Miss Petina has stumbled upon arcane magic that makes ponies want to give their money to her. Considering how successful she’s been at running this place that one has some merit.
However I believe in a more controversial theory that most ponies seem to dismiss with a wave a hoof. I believe Miss Petina acquired the Heavenly Bawdy through hard work and using her wits. She got ownership of this floating palace of hedonism by busting her haunches, mighty fine haunches they are, and not losing sight of the prize!
One way or another I have Miss Petina to thank for this job of mine. She was willing to roll the dice on a stallion who was down on his luck and had almost given up on himself. Now I have a roof over my head, money in my pocket, and three solid meals a day. Drinks and mares come out of my own pocket.
My job ain’t hard. Make certain ponies have a good time. Make certain that folks don’t get out of line and cause trouble, and if they do escort them off the ship. Miss Petina has given my coworkers and I quite a bit of latitude when it came to escorting folks off the ships. Just no tossing of non-pegasi over railings, and even really drunk pegasi get thrown in an air-cab; splattered, flattened ponies down below makes for bad PR.
Suddenly Petina looked my way and our eyes met. I’ve worked here for almost a year now, but I still feel a shiver of excitement run up my spine when she does that. Heavenly Bawdy employs some mighty pretty mares, and I’ve even partaken of their services once or twice, but if there is one mare onboard this ship that will fill your sleep with fantasies its Miss Petina. However she’s completely out of my league, and besides sleeping with the boss always leads to trouble.
She shot me an impish grin then went back drinking her Whiskey Sour. I finished my drink and paid my bill. Figured I’d go talk to Steel Mane see if anything had happened since I went off shift this morning.
All, in all the Heavenly Bawdy is a nice place to work.
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The cartoon series indicates who's doing the magic by a color aura around the manipulated item. I don't know if it's ever been established in show Cannon that other ponies can see the colored magic aura or if it's just for the viewing audience's sake (both that magic is in operation and who's behind the magic - after all, it was originally aimed at the 4-7 year old crowd who might actually need the cues). Or for that matter if they can see the horns glow when casting magic. I would think that unicorns could detect magic, but how well...? High-end magic users like Twilight Sparkle can learn new spells just by watching them being cast.
The Great and Powerful Trixie's stage show early in season one implied that most ponies could not see the magic aura. Otherwise they would easily be able to tell what was unicorn magic and what was stage props like fireworks, hidden compartments, slight of hoof, and other magician tricks. If they could see the magic aura, the show would not be so special. On the other hand, season one also showed pony teams pulling steam trains, engines and all, at steam engine speeds, so season one world building may not be so Cannon unless it kept showing up in later seasons.
Vague memory from Baron's Equestria Dreamscape was that Petina's magic aura was white or something similar.
The Great and Powerful Trixie's stage show early in season one implied that most ponies could not see the magic aura. Otherwise they would easily be able to tell what was unicorn magic and what was stage props like fireworks, hidden compartments, slight of hoof, and other magician tricks. If they could see the magic aura, the show would not be so special. On the other hand, season one also showed pony teams pulling steam trains, engines and all, at steam engine speeds, so season one world building may not be so Cannon unless it kept showing up in later seasons.
Vague memory from Baron's Equestria Dreamscape was that Petina's magic aura was white or something similar.
I'll know more after Tuesday when I met with the specialist. Fortunately my leg is responding well to the current treatment. Also the antibiotic treatment seems to finally be working for my wife. The big one will be completing the necessary art for the Roan RPG before it goes to press.
She looked at me as if she could read me like a book. Which she probably could; her kind of place drew in every sort of schmo and low-life so she'd have the experience, and I ain't no angel.
Tea was offered. Not a bad opening gambit on her part. In this business, you learn quick that a good tea is a dead giveaway to anything spiking it. I accepted, of course. You gotta be careful about saying 'no' to dames like this.
Tea was offered. Not a bad opening gambit on her part. In this business, you learn quick that a good tea is a dead giveaway to anything spiking it. I accepted, of course. You gotta be careful about saying 'no' to dames like this.
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