Art On The Boardwalk
IC date: Spring 75
OOC date: June 9
Location: Portside
PCs: Palette-Splash Yisheng Starbright Tick-Tock Tradewinds Starchild Samantha
NPCs: N/A
GM: N/A

With the week of continual rains close at hoof, it was little surprise to see that much of the Harbor's population was taking advantage of the nice day to enjoy the beach and boardwalk while the chance was there. Mares sunbathed on the beach (not that ponies need to tan), colts nearly walked into things admiring the mares sunbathing, foals built castles out of sand or splashed about in the waves. Some of them may or may not be seaponies come up to visit their friends at the surface.

Palette Splash however was not playing in the water. But that didn't mean she wasn't relaxing. The flitting about of magically propelled pencils and carcoals may look like a lot of work to others, but to her this was just enjoying a passionate hobby. The unicorn mare sat at one corner of the boardwalk, easel positioned to give her a wonderful view of the Harbor lighthouse and the scenery around it, which appears to be what she is sketching and steadily coloring it.

"Incomin'!" comes a shout from above, followed by a black and white streak of feathers. Starbright, covered in tiny pecks and scratches, zipped almost straight down, followed by a rather impressive pack of owls, all hooting angrily at him. The poor gryphon hits the boardwalk at speed, tumbling tail over head in a messy ball, rolling right past Palette and her easel. He dives behind a nearby bench, covering his head while the owls flutter about for a moment. They take off towards the forest a second later. The gryphon sticks his head up, then whews.

He slinks out from behind the bench, edging over to Palette to peek over her shoulder. "Hi, theah," he says, beaming. "What y'all drawin'?"

It is not long before Yisheng, who was previously busy diving for seaweed, arrives. He carried some bulging saddle bags in his mouth, and he dances from foot to foot as he stands by Starbright. His experienced eyes sweep over Star's numerous cuts and scratches. "Excuse me!" He chirps to the injured griffon. "You are injured of course. I have a medicines that help perhaps?" He stutters in broken english.

Walking down the boardwalk, Tick-Tock's attention is drawn to the gryphon crashing so he doesn't notice the pole right infront of him, which he promptly walks into. Falling over, after his crash with the pole, Tick-Tock lands on his plot and falls through the floor with a loud crash.

Palette-Splash's already unkempt mane whips in one direction in the wake of the griffon and flock of owls speeding past, sending a couple of her impliments she wasn't paying full attention to scattering about the planks of the boardwalk. "What the…" She turns to look, watching the owls circle a bit before taking off and the griffon crawling out. And garnering a great deal of attention from others in the process. "… Um, hi? Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't birdwatching entale just -watching- them?"

Starbright scratches the back of his neck, chuckling a little. "Aheh. Yeah. Well, usually bird watchin' don't involve a buncha owls tryin' to nose in on mah prime stah watchin' spot." He hrmphs, then coughs. "Sorry. Ah didn't startle y'all, di… oh." He grins at Yisheng. "Naw, it's fine! Ah'm fine, honest! Just a few li'l ol' scrapes an' bruises, nothin' ta worry…" he winces as Tick Tock walks into a pole, totally forgetting what he was saying. "Uh. Y'all alright, ovah theah?"

Yisheng shakes his head in exasperation. Why was every pony…or griffon…in this town so reluctant to accept aid. Still, he cocks his head, the wounds are not so bad as to need any special attention. He nods and trots over to the hole in the dock where Tick just was standing, and offers a hoof down to help him up. "Are you ok? Nothing…hurt?"

The sound of a pony complaining makes it out of the hole when some pieces of art equipment roll into the hole and a disgruntled Tick says "Yes, quite alright. I should be able to tend to anything that I have hurt, although it'll probably just be a couple of bruises."

"Maybe a little startled." The dropped art supplies are gathered back up in a faint magic glow, except a few that manage to escape down the hole. "But no harm done." The unicorn turns back to her easel, huffs at a missing pencil, and picks up another one. "Can you bring those back up with you when you climb out of the hole in the deck? I might need them."

Starbright flutters over and peeks into the hole after the missing pencils, all bright eyed and curious. He helps Tick-Tock out of the hole, too, if his help will be accepted. "Heh. It's a day fulla bumps 'n bruises, Ah s'pose. Sorry 'bout distractin' y'all," he says to Tick-Tock. He glares at the post, before turning back to Palette. "Ah'm Stahbright, by the way." He offers a hand, for shaking, then offers the same hand to Yisheng and Tick-Tock, too.

Tick-Tock calls up from under the boardwalk, "Sure thing," and levitates them out of the hole. "I hope you don't mind but I seem to have acquired a greyish tinge to my mane, due to a some charcoal that landed on me," he says, before being pulled out of the hole, his mane as black as soot and accepting Starbright's greeting.

Yisheng nods at Starbright. "I am Yisheng. I am new doctor here for you to use." He gives a small bow to the assembled ponies and griffons. "If you do not like grey, a simple remedy is from the ocean of water to wash." He tells Tick gravely.

"Palette Splash." She just has a hoof so she lets the griffon do the actual gripping for the shake. Then collects the items from Tick-Tock with a nod. "Thank you! *giggle* The highlight doesn't look so bad on you though." Then unicorn turns back to her project, hmming softly. "Still needs something…"

Tick-Tock's ears perk up when Yisheng mentions that he's a doctor. "Oh, I'm a doctor too. I'm a doctor of engineering and subjects thereof," he says, cheerily and turns to Palette-Splash to say "You're welcome, Miss Splash."

Starbright cocks his head to the side, looking Tick-Tock up and down curiously. "Hrm. Y'all ain't normally kinda… soot colored, Ah reckon?" he asks. He ohs! "Ah've an idea! Wait heah!" He dives off the pier, vanishing out of sight before popping up with a big bucket full of sea water, which he quite uncermoniously dumps over Tick Tock's head. "Y'all talkin' 'bout PhDs?" he asks curiously, landing next to the various ponies. "Ah've got one o' them, mahself, but Ah dunno that anyone's evah called me 'doctah.'"

Yisheng cocks his head, confused. "Doctor…of engineering? But mechanics need no medicine." He frowns, lost in thought. He jumps and leaps away just in time to avoid being soaked in the sea water. He may have just gotten out but now that he is, he'd prefer to not get wet again. The odd earth pony looks over at the painting Palette is working on and stares thoughtfully at it. "It maybe needs…ah…candy? No, bad word, um…deep? More levels of seeing?"

A rather soggy Tick-Tock panics a bit as he pulls all kinds of watches out of his hat, before the water breaks them. once they're all out he relaxes as he looks at the dozen watches he pulled from the hat and listens to them all individually, relaxing more with each one he hears working. "Thanks for washing me off, but I fear I'm a tad damp now. The sun'll probably dry me off soon enough," he says, slightly sarcastically. "And to answer your question, dear sir, the fact that I'm a doctor just means I'm really good at it, hence the many watches that I've made that are lying on the boardwalk," Tick says, before starting to pick up the watches.

"Depth? You mean as in perception?" Palette hmms, proping one hoof to her chin. "Actually, I think you may be right. The lighthouse is suppose to be in the background, but there's no differation. Hmmm." She squints behind her glasses slightly, thinking.

Starbright beams at Tick Tock, totally missing the sarcasm. "Well, y'all are welcome!" he announces, before going oh. He turns to dig in his pack, pulling out what might be the smallest towel ever. Calling it a washcloth might be generous. "Heah ya go!" he says, offering to Tick Tock. He ohs at Yisheng. "Heah, theah are certain degrees a person can get that qualify 'em ta be called 'Doctah'. A medical doctah, oah a doctah o' medicine, is just one kind, though it's prolly a bit hardah than most. So Tick Tock, theah, got a doctorate o' engineerin'." He beams. "Like mah sistah! Although she hasn't got her doctorate just yet."

Yisheng ohs at the explanations, nodding his head, storing the information for later. "Yes, perception! Exactly! Difference in place in pictures! Very good!" He smiles widely, running over to his bag to fetch a small jar. He carefully places it on the ground next to Palettes easel. "A gift!" He says proudly. "It polish to help preserve! Makes your paint last longer than now!"

Palette-Splash snaps out of her musing when Yisheng sets the jar on the railing her easel is set up by. "… That's perfect! I mean, the railing. If I add the railing in the foreground, it will give the impression of the viewer is standing here, looking out towards the lighthouse, and provide a reference of scale to create the perception!" She pauses, and then blushes slightly against her orange coat as she rubs the back of her head with a hoof. "And the preservation polish is a great idea too, thank you."

Tick-Tock walks over to Starbright but slips in the puddle of water that had collected beneath him and he slides back into the hole he made with a thud as he hits the ground beneath again, getting a couple of odd looks for passers by.

Starbright beams at Tick Tock, then winces as the pony slips and konks into the hole again. "… Ouch." He goes to drag Tick Tock up, before bodily carrying him over to Yisheng. "Ah think Ah got y'all a patient, doctah," he says, setting the pony down carefully. "So, um," he turns back to Palette Splash. "Do y'all come out heah t' paint often?" he asks, as a fairly flimsy excuse to peek at the drawing, all interested. He bobs his head from side to side to get a look at it.

Yisheng chuckles and examines Tick Tock carefully. "Your ankle hurt from to much fall." He pulls out a small bandage and wraps it around Tick's right hoof. "One week on, two weeks careful," he admonishes Tick. The doctor ties off the bandage and helps the injured pony to his hooves. "If hurt any more, I have small shop out of town. Come by if worse."

Tick-Tock says, "You wouldn't happen to have a hammer with you doc?" as he feels the nail, stuck in the back of his head. "Why do I get the feeling this'll hurt in the morning," he says.

Palette-Splash glances over her shoulder at another thud. ".. I think somepony needs to patch up that hole. Was that there earlier?" She doesn't seem to realize Tick-Tock -made- the hole.

Starbright nods a bit, frowning at the hole. He digs through his bag again, hrming. He pulls out a roll of industrial tape and starts busying himself with covering the hole with it. He's quite thorough, and a little overenthusiastic, but soon the hole is covered with reflective grey tape. "Tada!" he announces to no one in particular. He goes and stands on the tape, grinning broadly, to demonstrate the amazing power of aforesaid tape!

Which is all well and good until there's a ripping sound, the tape gives way, and the poor gryphon finds himself stuck in the hole. "Ow."

"Griffons should fly, yes?" Yisheng says bemusedly, helping Starbright out. He grabs and pair of pliers while Tick is distracted and yanks out the nail smoothly and painlessly as possible. A small jar comes out out his bag quickly and its contents are slathered all over the wound. "No more playing with nails until you know nails are sharp." Yisheng jokes as he cleans the wound, bandaging it up quickly.

Palette-Splash puts a hoof over her mouth to stifle a giggle when Starbright tests his patch, only to break it. "I think you better stick to real wood."

Starbright grumbles a little bit, looking pretty grimy himself. "Yeah, but ya hafta be able ta spread y'all's wings t' fly. That was a cramped li'l hole." He shakes himself off, then sighs at Palette. "Naw. The last time Ah tried t' nail somethin' t' somethin' else… well, let's just say my pappa won't let me neah th' tools anymore, sugah, and leave it at that." He ruffles his wings, sighing at them. "Anyway."

Yisheng pulls out a hammer and whacks Tick over the head hard. He falls to the ground, unconscious. "It is best to be sleeping when wounds need help," Yisheng explains to Starbright and Palattes flabbergasted faces. "I have no sleep help right now, so I need other option. Hammer was available. He'll wake up later when good." With that, the doctor kneels down and starts stitching up the wound carefully.

"… oookay then. That is a thing that just happened." Palette just kinda blinks a couple of times after that, and turns back to work on her art project because she still needs to sketch in the boardwalk railing to give it that proper perspective. Right. That foreign sounding pony is kind of.. uh… odd, if well meaning.

Starbright is completely unfazed by Yisheng whacking Tick Tock over the head. "That makes plenty o' sense," he says, with a nod. He peeks over Yisheng's shoulder to watch the stitching curiously. His tail flicks lightly, and he gets kind of distracted by Palette's drawing, starting to turn back to her, but then Yisheng is drawing his attention. Very shortly, the gryphon is doing a sort of slow revolution, turning from the doctor the painter in a circle.

The doctor twitches, after being distracted the seventh time by the revolving griffon, he drags Tick's unconscious form slightly away, and puts his back to the odd bird. "Thrissh ish ridiculoush," he mutters while holding the stitching needle in his mouth.

"I think the doctor wants to be left alone while he works, Star," Palette comments over her shoulder. Fortunately there's no mumbling involved since she's using her magic to hold her assorted tools. She hmms softly, and works on adding a couple of ponies running across the beach in middle of the picture to help give it more depth and scale as well.

Starbright awwws a little bit, but at least he stops his turning. He climbs up onto the railing, doing his best to sit still and calm. He is TERRIBLE at this. It takes him no more than forty eight point three seconds before he starts fidgeting, looking around at quite literally anything that moves. This keeps him distracted pretty well, until a seagull swoops overhead, heading out to see. Star leans back to follow it, completely overbalancing once the gull gets overhead. He eeps and tumbles backwards into the ocean.

With a sigh, Yisheng finishes stitching and bites off the knot, sticking a bandage on top of the new stitches. "Eh?" He blinks, looking around. "Starbright is missing?"

"Fell over the rail," Palette Splash replies without even looking up. She's in the zone now, so the little coming and goings and various people having clumsy accidents isn't even phasing her right at the moment.

Starbright climbs back up up onto the rail, looking soggy but pleased. The pleased bit might have something to do with the fish clamped in his beak, though. "'M fng," he says, around the fish. He flicks his tail and beams, before putting up a wing to devour his dinner. At least he takes after his avian ancestors in that respect: his eating is entirely out of sight.

"Ah, disappointing." Yisheng says. "I was getting a new needle for fixing what's broken. Oh, and a hammer again. I need that for helping." He stares at Starbright before laughing. "I am joking of course!"

Far out on the horizon, a plume of smoke slowly detatches itself from the evening haze and makes its silent way in toward the harbor.

Palette-Splash isn't paying enough attention to watch Starbright eat his fish anyways. She leans over a bit to study the view from the boardwalk a bit more, then turns back to her easel, and after a moment of thought starts to color in the lighthouse…. And then leans over again as she realizes there was something there that wasn't before. "Huh? Smoke on the water…" She glances up with worry for a moment. "… But no fire in the sky." She sweeps a hoof across her forehead. "Whew."

Starbright emerges from under his wing, tossing the pecked clean fish skeleton back into the water, then stifling a little burp. He pulls out another tiny little towel and starts wiping his beak dry. "What's that 'bout a hammer?" he asks Yishing, smiling serenely. His eye keeps getting drawn to Palette's painting, even as he talks.

With the unerring instinct of a little sister for cool things her older sibling has, Sammy wanders down to the docks. "Oh, hey Starbright," she chirps, grinning ingratiatingly. "You're looking… uh…" There goes the remainder of the fish. Darn. "…damp today."

Distantly, a faint "chug, chug, chug" rises above the lap of the water against the boardwalk pilings, if anypony were to pause and listen closely enough

"You do not want a fish cooked?" Asks Yisheng, horrified. "cooked fish is good! raw is not unless special! That was not a special fish!"

Starbright hrms at Yisheng? "What's wrong with a li'l sushi?" he asks, utterly unconcerned. "'Sides, it was good!" He tilts his head to the side. "Ah think it was a… Sammy!" he beams happily as his sister wings in. "How are y'all, sugah?" he asks, giving the other gryphon a damp hug and a noogie. What are older brothers for? "Ah just did some accidental swimmin'. Oh! Y'all need t' meet," he waves a talon vaguely at the unconscious Tick Tock. "He's an engineer!"

Samantha peers down at Tick Tock. "Huh. What happened, did he drop a wrench on his head?" After a moment she adds, "Why are you always damp when I meet you, Starbright?" Her tail starts to twitch in time with the chugging sound echoing across the water.

"He's a griffon, doc," Palette deadpans softly. "They eat raw things." Looks out at the water again and squints. Adjusts her glasses with one hoof. "I.. think that's a boat. Is a boat suppose to be making smoke?"

Ponies gathered around the portside are likely oblivious to a unicorn, taking a stroll as he often does. Starchild spots the group of ponies… and griffons, apparently. Looking back, the stallion is surprised to have not met any griffons in the town yet. In fact, he doesn't know anypony in the group. He moves in.

Taking a slow trot to those gathered, he awaits a pause in conversation to say a simple "Greetings." Looking about, he offers a smile and a wave to the group. "I don't believe I've met any of you, but I would surely love to. My name is Starchild. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." With a graceful, light bow he steps closer into the group, his eyes eventually finding the unconscious Tick-Tock. "Um…"

"He is very clumsy. He fell and hurt. I had to fix, but he need to be sleeping so he is not hurt more." Yisheng interjects before any pony draws any conclusions from his prone form.

Starbright peeks over at Tick Tock. "Oh, uh… He needed some… uh… percussive anesthesia." <.< >.> "An' Ah'm damp all time 'cuz we leave neah the watah, li'l sis. 'Sides, wheah else'm Ah gonna get any fish?" He perks up as this new pony comes wandering over. "Well, hiya, Stahchild. Ah'm Stahbright, an' this is mah li'l sistah, Sammy." He ruffles Sammy's feathers affectionately. "Don't mind poor Tick Tock. He'll be alright. Um." He looks over at Yisheng for confirmation.

After long minutes, the smoke creeps close enough for its source to be made out: a little boat just big enough to have a "below decks" worthy of the name. The smoke pours out of a single stack amidships — it must be one of those newfangled steamers! Or… maybe it's somewhat more oldfangled than you'd think, considering the peeling paint and hull patches that become visible as it motors its way onward toward the piers.

Yisheng nods at Starbright. "He will be good when waking up, if aching. His fall hurt him. Lucky the nail did not get a bad place."

Palette-Splash murmurs something that may be a return greeting to Starchild, but she doesn't look up from her process. It's not that she's ignoring anyone, she's just drifting back into 'the zone' again and is focusing almost entirely on her half done picture again.

Samantha acks and giggles. She pushes at Starbright. "Howdy! How's it goin', Mister Child?" She finally becomes consciously aware of the noise and looks out across the water. "Oh! Look, a steamboat!" She tilts her head, listening. "Prat and Whitey? No…" Closes her eyes. "A Rolls-Canardley? No… yes. It's a Canardley with a sticky valvehead." She beams about, proud of herself.

At last, the steam launch pulls up alongside the pier and the captain steps out of the wheelhouse before it's come to a complete stop. He's a brilliantly colored pegasus — some might say "garish" — which is only amplified by a loose red Hawaiian shirt. He picks up a rope in his teeth and ties the boat up to the pier with the ease of an experienced sailor.

Starbright hrms and turns to look over at the steamboat. He peers at his sister curiously. "Y'all can tell that just by listenin'?" he asks, with a little bit of wonder. "Ah'm rightly impres… oooooh." He trails off into silence, staring at the brightly coloured pegasus like he's hypnotised. So shiny! He watches the pony scamper around the steamship.

"Huh? Steamboat?" Palette leans over a bit again. "Ooooh." Looks at her picture and hmmms, sticking her tongue tip out of one corner of her mouth for a moment cutely. Maybe she should have a boat in the background on the water, too.

Yisheng stares at the approaching boat and it's odd inhabitant along with the other assembled ponies and griffons, but shakes his head. He is getting uncomfortable with the crowd and so leans over to Palette, whispering, "When he wakes, give him salt water bath. He will heal better." With that, the doctor collects his bags and trots away with his head ducked so as not to draw attention to himself.

Starchild gives an awkward nod in response, being unfamiliar with some of the dialect and vocabulary; or at least, hasn't experienced its use in real life. Finding that the unconscious stallion is in good care, he looks for a quick distraction, finding another unicorn who hadn't introduced myself. Taking a trot around the group and towards the mare, he leans over to take a look at the picture. "I don't believe we've met, madam. My name is Starchild, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What's that you're working on, if I may ask?"

Samantha swoops over to hover over the boat's engine. "I was right!" she calls back to her brother. "It's got triple expansion cylinders and everything!" She taptaps on a one of them. "Hey, Mister? I think you got a sticky lifter here. But it's okay, it's easy to fix. Throw some grease in there and repack the head, and everything's shiny!" She pauses, then asks, "What'd you do to the feedwater line? Is that chewing gum?!"

Starbright shakes himself awake. "Oh, yeah?" he calls back, fluttering his wings before taking off after his sister. He tries to peek into the smoke stack with exactly as much success as that would seem to imply. He pulls his head back, coughing up adorable little balls of black smoke.

Tradewinds straightens up from his work at last and leans his head back, taking a deep breath as if he couldn't smell the town just fine from the deck two feet to his left. His eyes snap open at the griffon's sudden shout, however. "Woah! Uh, hi!" He blinks at the torrent of words, his sunglasses falling down from his forehead to the tip of his nose. "Um, it, uh, busted a few hours ago. I had some gum, and that held just fine 'till I got here. How did you know about the—?"

Samantha says "The valve? I could hear it from a miiiile away. …no really, like, from waaaay over there." She points at at some indeterminate point in the water. "Y'know you gotta get that replaced, right? If your feedwater clogs up, you're floatin'." She pauses, then adds, "I could fix it for ya!""

Palette-Splash huhs, turning her attention back the other way when she's spoken too. When did all these folks show up? "What?.. Oh, my name is Palette Splash." Grabs on of the charcoals floating about her head and magically adds some shading to the lighthouse in her picture. "And I'm recreating the scenic view, obviously."

Starbright lands on the deck of Tradewinds' ship, looking woozy. He shakes his head. "Ugh," he says to no pony in particular. "Ah think Ah better go and clear mah head." He looks up at his sister critically. "Y'all gonna be okay?" he asks, starting to flutter off. He gives Palette, Starchild and Tradewinds all a friendly wave, too.

Tradewinds gives the griffon a grin. "Oh, no rush on that. I just got here! Anyway, I need to replace the slip plate on the Bachmann-Turner Overdrive, so I'm gonna be repacking the heads either way. But hey, first things first! I'm Tradewinds. Nice to meetcha!"

"Ah, of course," Starchild says with a nod, taking another look at the painting. "It is quite the view, isn't it?" His attention is diverted to Starbright as the griffon departs. "I'm sure they have it under control," he affirms, giving a wave. "They do, uh," the stallion stammers as he turns back to the other unicorn. "They do have it under control, don't they?"

Samantha droops her wings a little. "Awww." She gives Starbright a squeeze. "See you later, bro. Don't fall in any more lakes, okay?"

Tradewinds waves to Starbright. "Nice to meet you too, bud!"

Starbright pffts and hugs his sister back tightly. "Ah almost nevah fall in lakes. Last time it was the fountain. An' today it was the ocean. But lakes? Nevah." He grins, then nods at Tradewinds. "Y'all take care o' mah sistah, ya hear?" he says, mock-threateningly, before giving Sammy a little ruffle and taking off for the inn.

Samantha says "Take care of me?" She glances at Tradewinds. "…are you… buyin' me dinner?"

Tradewinds starts to say, "What? But" Then his brain seems to kick his mouth in the tail and he hesitates for a second. "Well, I guess" He pauses again, then pushes his glasses back up on to his head and grins. "Well, hey, if you wanna fix up my engine, I guess I can buy you dinner at least!"

"I hope they do, because I don't know a thing about boats. Unless you want some decorative detailing or such," Palette replies. Leans back a little to regard her work. "Hmm.. if I added some dark rainclouds sneaking into the background, this could be 'Dusk Before Final Rains'."

Samantha squeeeees! She hugs Tradewinds tight! "My first payin' job! You're a peach!" She wants to go hug Starbright, but he's gone, so she hugs Tradewinds again! Then pauses. "Um… you can… pay, right?" she asks, running a claw through her crest feathers.

Tradewinds says "First… job?" He hesitates, his glasses falling down again as he gets hugged by a griffon. First time for everything. Then his eyes flick to the chewing gum repair job. Aw, what the hay. "Well, sure! I'm flush with pocket change already, an' I just gotta drop off a delivery to make this run officially worthwhile.""

Starchild only shrugs at the answer to his question. "Neither do I. Oh well. What can a pony do then?" Taking another quick glance at the picture. "Hmm, yes, that could work," he responds, despite having little knowledge of artistic detail. "It would certainly make for a beautiful work of art, I would say," he adds to his improvised response. With one more turn to look at the ponies and griffon at work, he gives yet another shrug and sigh.

Samantha flutters her wings, hopping around the pinging-hot engine. "Oh? What'cha deliverin'?" she asks cheerfully. "Somethin' big and important, I bet!"

Tradewinds says "Well, it couldn't be TOO big or it wouldn't fit in my boat!" He chuckles and shrugs. "Nothing that interesting, really. Just a load of imported cheeses. At least, that's what the manifest said…"

Palette-Splash mmhmms, nodding a little. Sets her other pencils aside and pulls over her overstuffed satchel. "Let's see here, I know I've got appropriately rain cloud colors in here somewhere… I just hope the whole fiasco with somepony somehow getting a ship airborn and crashing it into the weather station doesn't delay things."

Starchild raises an eyebrow at the last remark. "Um, yes… that would be quite unfortunate. Of course, you aren't serious, are you? I mean…" An airborn ship? Sure, the stallion has read of such inventions in fiction, but would never expect to see one himself.

Samantha ooohs. "I /do/ like cheese," she says with a grin. "Also, engines. Also, blue ponies." She grins. "And this is all three! So that's double good! Wait. Triple."

Tradewinds starts trotting toward the boardwalk. "I hope you don't like cheese and blue ponies in the same way!" he quips, then pauses to peer at Palette's painting. "Lookin' good!"

Palette-Splash sighs slightly as she sets down her penciles. Then reachs over to grab Starchild's head on either side with her hooves and gently turn his gaze up towards where the Sky Fountain is. Which isn't damaged in itself, but the butt end of the Rusty Bucket is visible sticking out of the clouds all the same. "You were saying?"

Samantha says "Well! No. Of course not! Cheese isn't very good at conversations. And I don't like engines either of those two ways. 'cause, y'know. That'd be weird."

Starchild stammers for a moment as he is grabbed, only to continue at the sight of the ship in the air. "You weren't kidding. I would ask how this happened, but I'd prefer not to waste your time. I'll simply, um… ask around town. Do continue, I'd love to see how it would turn out."

Tradewinds pauses and follows Palette and Starchild's gazes upward. "Actually, the guy who sold me this boat did talk to the engine. But he WAS pretty weird, come to think of it, and WOAH! How did THAT get there?!"

Samantha says, deadpan, "…Bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles."

Palette-Splash leans over Starchild's shoulder for a moment. "Funny thing? It's not the first time the Rusty Bucket has 'flown'. Or so I'm told. I wasn't here for the whole Doomsday Storm thing." She shrugs a little and turns back to her project. As she's been at it on and off over the course of the conversations it's actually pretty close to complete.

Starchild nods, remembering the storm and the spire. "Then I'll take it you're new here? If so, I hope that you are enjoying it here. It's quite an interesting place, but you learn to love it." With a grin, he turns to the picture. "And of course, you're capturing it rather beautifully."

Tradewinds looks slowly over to Samantha. "Should I be heading for Tall Tale Town at top speed, or making popcorn?"

Palette-Splash eehehehes at that. "Actually I'm -from- here, but I was away for a while, you know," gives a vage wave towards her artwork. "Studying."

Samantha sits up on her haunches and shrugs elaborately.

Tradewinds says "…yeah, you're right. Popcorn AND soda.""

Starchild chuckles. "Ah, well then, it's no wonder you've managed to capture it so well." He leans in closer to look at the picture, but backs away as he finds himself fairly close to the mare. Fortunately, nopony he knows is around to witness him being far from his normal self.

Samantha says "Or beer. Definitely beer."

"Hopefully everypony else will like it as much as you do." Palette replies as she picks up the jar of preserving polish the odd stallion had left behind and unscrews the cap with her magic. Looks at it a moment, only to recoil back and clamp the lid on it again. "I.. whoo.. that's potent… I think I better go back to my studio before applying this. It's properly ventiliated with enchanted filters for catching pugnant fumes."