Only the finest auctioneer in Equestria! Auction house proprietor, socialite and business stallion. Going once, going twice... oh, gods, is that a bug?!
(RP)
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[Golden Gavel always wished that there was a place that combined the elite, upmarket surroundings of Canterlot with the relaxed and neighborly feeling of Ponyville.]
[Fortunately, he's spending the day with @mlp_SilvyStream in Canterlot, so he'll get a little bit of both.]
"Why, that would be delightful! I would love to!"
[Silver Frames and Swan Song had agreed to tag along, but they were already full on light racetime refreshments, unlike the voracious Golden Gavel.]
"You got... 1:30:56! Excellent job!"
[Gavel looked up at the hippogriff with a sincere smile.]
"Goodness, you're fast. Bläch! Not me. I'm an indoors stallion."
[Golden Gavel is in absolutely no rush to prepare to come spectate the #RotL22.]
[He considered hosting a small benefit auction for the occasion, but he supposed that today is no different than any other for the particular demographic of ponies who frequent the auction house.]
[He's currently at an exceedingly posh art gallery - one of Canterlot's many - as a guest critic for some exhibition full of up-and-comers.]
[The normally talkative Gavel has hardly said a word since he walked in, a little irked by *how* critical his fellow critics are.]
[He'd be lying if he said he wasn't putting on an act. It pained him to carry an air of unapproachability, but what was he gonna do?]
[The fact that he'd been called away from the auction house for this had him in a less-than-jovial mood, which did help him keep it up.]
[Golden Gavel's at the rostrum fielding bids from a crowd of suspiciously well-moneyed attendees.]
[Sometimes Gavel did feel a little pressure, but when you own the only auction house in Canterlot, duty calls - no matter what the auctioneer-to-rich-snob ratio is.]
[It's no Sunday afternoon for this stallion, as he's got an art auction at a relatively minor gala in one of the ritzier districts of Canterlot.]
[The hosts were profusely apologetic for having him go out of his way on a Sunday, but he's more than happy to do what he does best.]
[It's no Sunday afternoon for this stallion, as he's got an art auction at a relatively minor gala in one of the ritzier districts of Canterlot.]
[The hosts were profusely apologetic for having him go out of his way on a Sunday, but he's more than happy to do what he does best.]
[All of a sudden, a telemarketing TB from @mlp_PunchingB flies in from outside his office window at mach speed and SLAPS Golden Gavel in the face, KNOCKING his glasses off! BLAOW!!]
"GAH! Can't you see I'm with a client here?!"
@MLP_Choclorok@mlp_Celestia *I appreciate the concern, but fortunately for me I keep my mouth in tip-top shape at all times. Yes, in spite of the frosting.*
[The extra hour of dreams thanks to @mlp_Celestia has him tossing and turning on account of a horrific vision of himself auctioning off each individual cupcake and pastry item in his cupboards.]
(No... get out of my head...)
"Do no mention it, Frau. Thank you very much. Gute Nacht."
[Gavel takes the box with his horn, bows politely, and hurriedly exits the bakery.]
(Phew! Hopefully she didn't recognize me... post-Nightmare-Night sweets are never a good look!)
"4 bits? Nein, you charge too few for these delectable cupcakes. Allow me, bitte."
[Golden Gavel floats a small velvet pouch containing 10 bits out of his jacket pocket and places it on the counter. There's sweat on his brow, for whatever reason.]
*She waves to @Mlp_PainterS and brings her attention back to @mlp_GoldenGavel.*
4 strawberry cupcakes? You got it!
*She pulls out a medium size box and places the 4 strawberry cupcakes inside.*
That'll be 4 bits, please!
[Golden Gavel trots into @mlp_CakeCoffee's bakery, wearing a Groucho mask in an attempt to hide his recognizability. He looks around furtively before inching up to the counter, speaking in a thicker Ger-mane accent than usual.]
"Guten Abend, Frau. Four cupcakes to go, bitte."
[Golden Gavel can't wait to NOT participate in the Running of the Leaves. He'll be sure to enjoy himself sitting under a very shady tree with a blanket and a picnic spread and watching from afar.]