With the unpleasantness concerning his living arrangements dealt with, PLO exits the city hall and walks down the street.  It having been a semi-official visit, he isn't in his full regalia, but he is wearing his black mantle with the sapphire clasp.  His jet black mane and tail occasionally crackle yellow to match his eyes, and everything about his bearing is regal, from his posture to his walk.  The sky is a clear blue, without a cloud in the sky...except for a solitary small black one that seems to migrate around above him.  A pair of pegasi from the weather patrol are watching it curiously and wondering if they should be doing anything about it.

He has no other engagements, so he's free to do as he pleases, at his leisure.  Well, his leisure is now, strutting around like he owns the place was only fun for the first few days he was here.  What else could he be doing around here?  He approaches the nearest pony he sees, head held high, eyes focused.  "Pardon me, but what would be a predominant form of recreation in the fair town of Ponyville?" he asks, his voice strong and commanding.

PLO regards the stallion before him impatiently for the eons it seems to take for him to respond.  Is he just being rude, or is that what ponies do in this town for fun?  Well, he could stare at least as long as the other could return it, and he will not leave until he receives an answer or wins this contest of patience and wills!!

"A bowl-ing alley?  What manner of locale is this...alley of bowl-ing?"  He turns around and starts pacing, breaking eye contact to muse to himself, head down.  "By the name, it sounds like...a dinnerware manufactory?  But that makes not sense.  One can think of any number of places better suited to the production of bowls than a crowded alley.  And why would that be a recreational past time?

"Ah!"  He turns back to the green earth pony, his mane flashing a bright yellow to match his mood at supposedly figuring it out.  "Or perhaps you mean not a bowl-ing alley, but instead a bow-ling alley?  Vhere small ribbon-like homunculi dance for the amusement of the onlookers?  Yes, that does sound delightful.  Vhere might one find vone of these...alleys?" he asks, his accent slipping through.

PLO rolls his eyes at the Earth Pony's nonsense mumbling. "Vel- Well of course it's not with a ball, of course. Why would name be bowling if it v- was with a ball?" he agrees with the other's seeming syntax, saying it's not with a ball, regrasping control over his speech. He stands taller and walks after Hex, once more with a commanding and regal bearing. "Yes, good stallion. Bring me to this alley of recreation."

PLO follows the strange green pony, trying to imagine the wondrous things he might see in this alley. Surely if it was popular in this village, it would certainly be worth...what's this? When the pony he's following goes into a building, he's a bit perplexed. He said he was taking him to an alley. This is not an alley, it is the opposite of an alley! What sort of building...He backs up to view the building from the front. What an odd-looking building. Why was there grass growing on the roof? And these decorations flanking the entrance, they make no sense. They look like they might be structural support, but poorly placed if they are, and even shaped wrong. No matter.

He pushes the door open grandly, surveying the scene inside. What a strange place. Lines of floor ending in holes in the wall, with ridges surrounding the lines. And at the ends of those lines, by the holes, some of them anyway, there are more of those decorative supports that aren't supporting anything. He hurries without looking like he's hurrying after the green pony, a look of confusion on his face. He speaks to him, not exactly being quiet, and drawing eyes. "This is not an alley, it is a building," he starts. "You claimed to be bringing me to an alley! What would you hope to gain by such deception? And what is the significance of those alabaster columns? They are shaped entirely wrong to be used architecturally, and they support nothing! Are they symbolic of something?" The yellow flashes in his mane and tail grow in intensity and frequency.

Hex isn't going to lie to himself, this pony seems... kinda scary. His first instinct is to find a low area away from any trees and assume the fetal position. It doesn't help that he's avoided confrontation for most of his life.

He tries valiantly (and fails, for the most part) to avoid shrinking from the stallion throughout his tirade. Once he's finished, he stutters a few times until a unicorn mare who looks vaguely familiar comes up to speak to the black one. Hex gladly takes a step back to signal that the new pony is definitely in charge of talking to the foreigner now. In a minute he'll remember that he's not the bumpkin here, and maybe do something to remind him.

Lamplight can't help but chuckle at the black pony's over-the-top introduction and cheesy greeting. "Nice to meet you too, I'm Lamplight." She withdraws her hoof and gives a little bit of a bow herself. She glances over at the other stallion, who seems to be a bit overwhelmed at the moment. She's not surprised, the newcomer seems to be a real handful. She steps over to the electrically charged pony as he loses his train of though, apparently distracted by a pony nearby taking a shot. "Bowling is pretty popular, yeah. And the pins are for, well, that." She motions to the knocked down pins in the other alley.

PLO's mane crackles audibly as he turns, facing the green pony once more, the air around him almost seeming darker. "Off dhe handle, you say?" His voice has slipped deeply back into his accent. "My least sincere apologies to you, good sir, but I vhas merely inqvhiringk as to dhe purpose of dhe strange vhite objects. A qvestion, I might add, dhat you did not answer. But." He reigns himself in, fighting his accent back down as well. "I vh- will play your silly bowlingk- bowling game. Fear not for my mental faculties."

He strides regally to the balls and picks one up with his magic, not sullying his hooves with these large, strange, heavy spheres. That green stallion would probably get an immense amount of satisfaction from seeing him fail. And he might. But no way would he let this...this pleb insult his intelligence. Scowling, he stands at the entrance to the lane and hurls the ball across, where it collides with the pins without ever touching the ground. Six of the pins go down the back of the lane, leaving the one on the right and three in the left corner still standing. "How vh- was that?" he asks, glowering fiercely at the green pony.

Hex takes another moment to steel himself. This pony certainly is not un-intimidating. Perhaps antagonizing him wasn't in my best interest... Maybe it could be salvaged a little.

He marks down the score of the mare and the weirdo, a 6 and a 3. "I won't say whether you did well or not, since you technically cheated, a nice thing to do right after disparaging my character, I might add..." Dang it, whatever happened to salvaging this? "...but I'll go ahead and say with her help you may qualify as a beginner. Let's do it like her from now on and maybe they won't kick us out before the night is over."

Shutting up should probably be high on my priority list about now...

As they speak, the pins glow faintly pink as they're moved back into place; no hint manifests itself as to the source, except the glow around the horn of a stallion at the end of the row of lanes whose nose is buried in a book which (mostly) hides the bored expression on his face. "Now if you don't mind clearing the way, I have some stalwart standing pins to lay waste to." Hex walks over to the ball rack and picks out a blue 9-pounder before taking his position.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to distract himself from the trouble he's surely in, then steps forward and lets loose the ball of bowl.