Samiel nods as he listens to Chord's and Jazz's agreement to the time. "Very good, it has been a long time since I've heard the vocals of some lovely instruments. I shall make the necessary arrangements for that evening, but before I do..." The Pegasus takes out his pad and flips a few pages, "I still have more research to conduct for this project." He looks over to the three, "I should get going. It has been a pleasure meeting you all and I look forward to next week's event." With that said Samiel gives a polite nod and wave to the three before making his way to the exit to finish his errands.

"Megazord combine!" Samiel shouts as he slams onto the combine button. The engine begins to whirr but suddenly shut down as the lights flicker and nothing happens. "What!? Transform!" The pegasus slams his hoof on the button a few more times but with no results, "Oh no! Abort! ABORT!" It's too late as the megazords crash into each other and fall over in a volley of explosions and sparks. "Why isn't this working!?" Samiel stops and looks at the panel for a moment before coming to a realization, "Oh, the ignition isn't on. My mistake!"

Samiel watches as everything explodes, the stallion getting his ears plugs in before the wave of deafness is given all around. He follows Agilene's example and raises both of his hoofs in the sky and spreads his wings out, "Dino Zord Power! HRRAAAHHHH!" In an explosion of blue flames a triceratops looking robot erupts from the ground and rises next to the t-rex one. With a quick flap of his wings, Samiel lifts himself into the pilot's seat and swings his hoofs in an elaborate kung fu motions, "Time to send this monster back to the moon! Or the sea! Wherever it came from or at least into a giant explosion of death!" The robot lets out a loud glass shattering roar resembling that of a real dinosaur.

"Hmmm, I have been lacking some culture since my move here to Canterlot. I suppose next week's show should work quite nicely." Samiel retorts as he analyses the prices and dates in his head. "Alright, next week sounds perfect for a show. I might have to move some things around in my schedule..." The pegasus once again pulls out his planner and pen and opens up to a page. "Huh I'm sure  can... yes that works quite well." He shrugs and puts away his planner again before looking to the others, "Would you three like to join? I'll cover the tickets as thanks for your help with my project."

Samiel leans back in his seat, closing his notebook as he considers the options given to him. "Ah, music and dance. Two beautiful arts which... I am not very fluent in. With dance and instruments I swear I'm working with four left hooves." He taps his pen on the book's cover, glancing at it then over to the others. "What I've learned though is that however you're winding down, it's better to do so in the company of others." The Pegasus lifts his book and places it in his pack. "I must get going, I have to look into some materials for this project. I thank you all though for assisting me with this great endeavor." He gets up and stretches, spreading his wings out as he yawns, "Speaking of music and dance, are there any events or orchestras?"

"What's it for?" Samiel asks as he leans back against his seat. He pauses for a moment to consider his answer, then concludes his thinking with a quick adjustment of his eye wear. "I suppose this would be a personal venture. The idea came to me during my meditations. My long term investments are yielding a profit so funds aren't a concern." The pegasus looks down on his notes, "If I am able to construct this thing then maybe I can duplicate it. Then send them across the world to every nation, in every capital and major city for everyone to see." Samiel shrugs, looking back at the others, "Or I can make them smaller and even larger numbers to sell individually. I don't know, I should probably build this first before making any choices like that." He places his hoof on the globe still on the table before picking it up. "I shall return this to where I found it, excuse me." The stallion gets up and walks over to the book section where he got the globe and places it back to where it belongs.

"What's a globe?" Samiel asks, putting a hoof to his chin. "A globe is a diagram of the planet. It shows the nations, the oceans, the mountains." He looks around, "I'm most certain one is here. It is a library after all." The pegasus spots one resting on a nearby shelf and rises from his seat. With a few flaps of his wings he hovers over and grabs it, bringing it back to Clair and sitting back down. "Here we go, a globe. I desire to recreate something similar to this." He rests his hoof on the sphere and slowly pushes it, rotating it at a steady pace. "Just like this, rotating in midair without uh..." Samiel taps on the curved metal piece holding the miniature planet to the base, "This thing. Oh, and much larger. And possibly a few clouds, though I'm sue that would require another field of study."

Samiel was still looking at a blank piece of paper when he decides to suddenly drop his head onto the table, "Ugh, just a simple sketch and I can't even do that." With a sigh he lifts up his head once more and closes his eyes, 'Alright, just picture the end game...' The pegasus remains silent for a moment before opening his eyes once more. Instantly he lifts his pencil and begins his work with a circle taking up half of the page's space. Next to the shape Samiel begins writing down a list of questions before moving to the next piece. Lowering his writing utensil further to the bottom of the page, and draws an oval, but pauses and erases the shape right after. Samiel then continues at a slower pace, drawing a circle and a hexagon next to each other, however these two shapes are much smaller than the first. A long silence in concentration holds the stallion for a few minutes; another mental block, perhaps one he may not be able to overcome. Samiel pulls himself out of his mental zone and looks around, spotting the unicorn a short distance away. He turns back to his papers, ears folding back and brows furrowing slightly as Samiel decides to take a risk. The pegasus gets off his seat and takes his notepad with him as he trots to the unicorn at the end of the table. "Uh, excuse me. I was working on this design for a sculpture and I need a second opinion on the base." He places his notepad next to the unicorn's book, pausing for a moment as he glances over to see the book's pages without text. Samiel breaks out of his slight stupor and addresses the unicorn once more, "I was deciding between a circular base and a hexagonal one. I'm not sure so what do you think?"