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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 1, 2014 20:53:38 GMT -5
Many ponies wondered, "Where does a celebrity like Claire Dupont rest her head in a city like this?" All the inns were dusty and not quite worthy of Claire's light footsteps. Well, the answer to that question was simple. Claire's management simply found the largest house in the city, and paid the owner and his family quite a sum to go out on vacation for two months. Therefore, this is where Claire lived. Temporarily. The white painted house obviously had a lot of money put into it, with it's size and it's expensive furnishings. And in this big, luxurious house, Claire returned home after another mundane day. "It's time to spice things up." Claire said to herself. She thought for a moment on what she could do, and it was only a moment. Claire realized the obvious answer quickly. "A party!" Of course, she'd throw a giant house party and invite the entire world to come and participate. She quickly made work huffing and puffing, pushing all the furniture out of the size living room. "Dance floor." She had decided. The room seemed much more spacious with all the empty room created. She then wrote a couple of urgent-marked letters to Canterlot requesting some of her personal items from her apartment. Next, she rushed to the market and tore through it like a tornado. Bags upon bags of finger food. If it was bite sized, it was going in the cart! Not to mention every ounce of alcohol Claire could find. Once the marketplace had been cleaned out and the 'beer and wine' section was almost completely empty, Claire rushed home. She was accompanied by three employee stallions who had to help out with carrying the massive amount of groceries. Thirty minutes later, Claire had put up signs all across town: CLAIRE DUPONT'S WONDERLAND A party hosted by the GODDESS HERSELF. Biggest house on the block Sundown
Stay beautiful! Claire had just finished preparing as the sun had set. Her company had sent her what she asked for-Her speakers. They were as tall as Claire was, and capped at 125 decibels. The bass was strong enough to shake the house, she was sure of it. The doorbell bellowed, and she gracefully swung open her front door. In flooded ponies upon ponies, excitedly filling up the house. Some went straight to the impressive display of food to stock up, some straight for the booze. Others crowded around Claire, saying hello and getting her to sign whatever they could produce. Claire left the front door open as ponies stormed inside, and made her way to the back living area, where there were still chairs. Taking a seat, she produced the remote for her speakers out from the table in front of her and pressed play.
A titanic, electric beat boomed from the machine. The music was so loud that it effectively made everyone in the house jump. The ponies cheered wildly (Some already tipsy) and stormed the dance floor Claire had made. The music could be heard from a mile away, and the loud stomping of a hundred hooves made it even louder. The three story house seemed to be holding up well, barely shaking underneath the deafening music. Bottles clinked, ponies danced.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 1, 2014 21:44:36 GMT -5
A house party? Hosted by Claire? This was going to be interesting.
Low Key had never gone to a house party before, partly because he had never been invited. It was probably because he was a real riot at parties, to be sure (Get it? Sarcasm!). Also, he didn't have any friends. In hindsight, that should have been at the top of the list. Anyway, these were all the reasons that he needed to want to go.
Never missing the opportunity to dress up, Low Key had decided on quite an interesting wardrobe for the evening: A black sport coat on top of a crimson turtleneck. As simple and perhaps uninspired as it was, he rather liked the mix of classy and casual. Plus, he had no idea just what kind of party this was going to be, so best to be overdressed than the other way around. Celestia forbid that he have a repeat of that one time at the Homecoming dance...
As he approached the address, he could hear the bass booming from the other end of the neighborhood. Oh great, devil music. He could already feel his soul being ripped asunder by the sound of uninspired beats, obnoxious screeches, and phoned-in lyrics. It was going to be one of those parties, wasn't it? While he walked, he made mental notes to stay away from the dance floor so as to avoid bumping into grinders (He made another mental note to himself that he would never do that again if he could help it).
As he finally arrived, he couldn't help but stare at Claire's house with awe. If there was a house that would be perfect for a house party, this would be it. He had never been in a mansion before, though he did have a rich uncle that owned a rather nice beach house. As he walked inside, he did his best to appreciate the architecture and decor over the mind-draining sound of the heavy bass. Screw alcohol, by night's end, he'd be lucky if he still had one brain cell left functioning.
Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to the one place that looked the slightest bit interesting: the buffet.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 1, 2014 22:04:16 GMT -5
Spirit was still trying to figure things out. She had been here for a few days, and yet things were still not quite the most clear to her. Then again, that's probably what she got for staying in the ruins until she could actually afford to stay in a house. Yeah; she needed to find a steady job for now. She sighed to herself as she began the rather long trek back to the stone place out in the middle of nowhere. But... wait... what was that? Was that... music?
That was music! Very, very loud music, she assumed, considering that she heard it, but saw no reasonable epicenter. Maybe this was that party she had read about a few times during the day (or, rather, every twenty steps in town). May as well look at it from afar, yes? Best not to get involved, though. Especially if the party host acted as they did on that flyer, considering themselves a 'goddess.'
Spirit had never quite yet met a goddess, but she was at least 65% sure that they did /not/ act like that in the slightest. The other 35% wasn't exactly the most positive, though. Maybe there could be goddesses of vanity, or something.
Oh well. Adventure, or something, right? Right. In a rather quick manner, the mare began to follow her ears to where teh party was at. In... quite a massive house in the residential district. But... she told herself that she would just look! An adventurer like herself had no place in such a lovely home! But... the music. The smell of food. A not cold-and-hard place to sit down!
Well... there was a reason that her other title (aside from 'Witch of the Everfree') was the 'Queen of Horrible Ideas.' And Spirit lived up to that daily. Just like right now. She was already stepping through the lawn up to the doorway. Before she pulled herself away, the smell of food drew her in even more. Thankfully, nopony could hear her stomach's impersonation of a beached whale over the sounds of the music playing.
Stepping inside, she didn't even notice that she tracked a good amount of mud into the house. Thankfully, nopony else did, either. She looked incredibly out of place here. Where everyone was dressed in their best attire, smiling and having fun, here was this grey mare, sporting a ratty blue cloak, and her coat layered in dust.
Years of practice let her fade into the background, thankfully, and only a few ponies gave her a second glance. Maybe she could find something in here to fix that. Like... this Goddess wouldn't really care if Spirit hijacked her shower for a few minutes, right? Or eat a good amount of food, as well. After all, that was what ponies did at parties... right?
Maybe.
Probably not.
Oh well. First and foremost, before borrowing a bathroom, she needed to attack this veritable buffet of snacks and finger foods. Apparently, when hungry and presented with food, a pony develops tunnel vision, and she barreled through a few conversations just to get to said food. At which point, she piled enough food for two (and a half) ponies on a plate before finding a slightly more secluded corner and sitting down, a twinkle sparking in her golden eyes.
Thankfully, nopony paid much attention to her /incredibly/ unladylike display as she shoveled hoofful after hoofful into her maw, chewing and swallowing, before repeating the process until the plate was empty. She thought about getting up and repeating the process, but the mild distenstion of her stomach reminded her that it was a bad idea to eat just because food was there. That's how adventurers got fat. And a fat adventurer was a dead one, 9 times out of 10.
So, she threw the paper plate into the garbage bin (which was already starting to fill up with disposable plates and cups). With that done, she mentally mapped out a way to get out of the crowd and maybe find an available bathroom to clean up in and look presentable. Hell, after that, she might even stay for a while. Get herself known by the populace. Even slightly.
But that was after she wasn't an off shade of brown and maybe smelled a bit nicer. That was priority one. Surprisingly, in the three layered house, an open bathroom wasn't too difficult to find. But, the shower system was no fun to deal with.
It took fumbling, scorching water, and the equivalent to antarctic icemelt before she found out what she was doing. She cleaned and washed up in record timing, too, and was out of the bathroom in just a few minutes. Though, her cloak was still pretty yucky looking. In a few seconds, she found a very secluded place to hide said garment before heading back out into the main throng of ponies, putting on her best smile and attitude, she set about greeting and introducing herself to as many ponies as possible.
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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 1, 2014 22:04:22 GMT -5
Just.What.Was.That.Noise!? The peaceful town errupted with noise, loud obnoxious music even hitting up to Cherrys cabin as the mare grumpily poked her head outta her home. Just what could that be? It was hard to ignore even for her! Seeing ponys all around town running about as she stared dumbfounded. Noticing a few knick knacks shake she simply huffed. This wasn't going to go on forever! Huffing as she left her home to lock the door trailing down the path as she avoided a few running younger ponys past her towards the biggest house in town. Wait a minute..wasn't this a elder couples home? Yes she could remember if she thought right they moved in from a bigger city years ago. Why would they be hosting a house party. Still dressed in her frumpy hat and ribbon, the newest addition a bandanna like scarf wrapped around her neck from the cloth that she bought from Shifting.
The moment she saw that sign though she could easily see why it was like this...Claire. She didn't even wanna deal with that mare, trying to think of ways to suffer through the noise for the night as she turned to leave. Only to be shoved into the large home by the crowd as she could barely push past anyone. Her eyes wide in distress as she was shoved inside and trapped by the amount of ponys. The whole town was here! And she couldn't just go upstairs and jump out a window now could she? Mabye if she hid nobody would mind her till there was time to get out and leave? Taking to a corner spot away from the dance floor as she at least grabbed a drink. If she was going to be stuck here...at least she can try to drown it out.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 1, 2014 22:30:47 GMT -5
If there was one thing Low Key could take solace in, it was the snack bar. An endless line of hors d'oeuvres, chips and dips, cookies, canned sodas, and those little things that look like pillows made out of bread, but as soon as you bite into them you scream because they're actually filled with scalding-hot cheese and pizza sauce. As soon as one bowl or tray ran out, a servant replaced it almost instantly. Low had put himself on a diet and he had no intention of getting fat...but hot DAMN was he enjoying this party!
He would be here for a while. Gotta try 'em all!
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 1, 2014 22:34:12 GMT -5
| Shifting Sands made a habit to take walks during the day, getting a better idea of the town's layout and where this or that was located. Thus it was inevitable that he spotted one of those flamboyant adverts, printed on bright paper in what looked to be at least partial gold leaf. He had stopped, read, re-read, stood dumbfounded, read again and galloped back to his cart at high speed, and cleared his empty planner for the evening.
| That brought him to the present, one of the flyers rolled up and tucked into a leather tension boot and his best clothes on his back. It was quite a change from his day to day attire, the already unusual weave of blue and purple cloth traded for one that was more elaborate. Deep black and purest wrapped carefully in noticeable layers, the edges of each boasting gold thread embroidery. There was even a matching kufiya on his head, the half-hoodlike covering draping over his neck with the end tucked somewhere into his scarf. A golden chain was also anchored likewise in the scarf, boasting an elegant ivory scabbard hosting a janbiya within. He looked every bit the desert prince, and drew more than a few curious looks as he made his way down the street.
| The notice had listed no specific building and was actually rather vague, but it was impossible to ignore the noise coming from a few streets over. It was as good a place to start as any, and when he rounded the corner, the massive white house was awash with colored light. The overbearing beat of some sort of music poured out the doors and windows, and despite the size it looked like everyone on this side of town had showed up. Considering the occasion, he could hardly blame them. A sort of nervous energy was welling up in him, bringing a tingly warmth down to his very hooves. With a measured and careful step, Shifting Sands made his way to the entrance, tail and head lifted high. He was a pony with purpose, and with his size and attire added in, he had less difficulty getting inside unaccosted than a few other unfortunates he'd seen.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 1, 2014 23:02:59 GMT -5
Claire had a good view of the entire party from her comfortable seat, and she was pleased to see that everyone was having, more or less, a good time. She stood up and brushed herself off. "Sorry sweets, but the hostess needs some mingling time." She dipped off into the thick crowd of ponies down below, expertly weaving and finding tiny cracks to swing herself through like she had done it a hundred times. Which she has.
The trick was to dance through the crowd. That way, you avoided flailing appendages and you moved much smoother and faster through a group of dancing half-drunk ponies. Three things had caught her attention right away.
Firstly, it was the huge, desert-dressed stallion that ambled throughout the door. He was quite nicely dressed, and Claire's love of foreign fashion almost propelled her to the merchant she had met earlier that day. She shook her head slightly, feeling the gold and ruby earrings she had bought from him jingle quietly. She'll save that for when she was feeling a bit more ambitious.
The second thing she had noticed was Low Key taking one snack after another by the counter covered in various foods. Claire hadn't really expected Low Key to be here, much less borderline stuffing his face. Well, Claire would be too if she wasn't on a diet.
The last thing she noticed, Claire had just barely recognized. An almost completely hidden figure in the corner of the room, looking a bit miffed. Claire was about to go cheer the pony up and get her to dance, when Claire recognized the blue coat of the pegasus she had beef with. She recognized the bandanna around Cherry's neck, but only from when it was a strip of fabric at Shifting Sands' Transforming Transportation. Most of the crows here knew about the beef between Claire and Cherry, so Claire decided to leave that for when she was a little more drunk.
Claire decided to dance her way to the snack bar, where she stopped across the table from Low Key. She tapped her hoof on the clothed surface. "Good evening, stranger." She smiled.
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Post by Pixy Stix on Sept 1, 2014 23:20:03 GMT -5
This unicorn had been relaxing next to a rather nicely shaded tree just outside her home. She was laying on a soft patch of grass, reading in the natural light of day, her favorite. She had a couple of books sitting idly next to her, as she busily read into her favorite author's latest book. And yes, those idle books she had already finished earlier in the day, having took today off to simply relax. It was gorgeous out after all, though when she decided that it was getting a bit too dark to read now, she heard the boom of music. She yelped, her voice becoming squeakily high pitched, and watched curiously as a big group of ponies trotted down the street. They were dressed in formal-casual wear, and were all gossiping loudly.
She didn't mean to watch and overhear, but it was kind of hard not to. They were making a scene of sorts. Though, she supposed they had to talk loudly because of the evenly matched music in the distance. She used her magic--a rare sight--to close her book as she stood. In her time of a total month here, she has never heard someone throw a house party. She was, honestly, a little curious and excited for something new. Yet at the same time, she knew she couldn't go. She would freeze up very easily in crowds, and might even cry. She frowned at herself for crying so easily, if only she had more confidence. She might have been a great actress!
Alas, that type of career, and the type of scene a party had just wasn't for this timid unicorn. She walked inside her home and placed her books in their rightful places in her bookcase, but found herself unable to concentrate on anything with that music. It was definitely loud, and she could feel the beat within her chest. And she noticed, a few more ponies rushing to get in the party in time. She even spotted a few who didn't look like they belonged at a party, either. Their faces riddled with nerves or curiosity. Sighing to herself, she decided she might as well check it out. It wouldn't hurt. She walked out her front door, wearing nothing special aside from forgetting to take her glasses off, and followed the crowd.
Though, upon getting close to the huge home, she became a little more intimidated. There were ponies everywhere! Half of them already drunk, some pushing into the doorway, and the other half dancing even on the well-trimmed lawn. She had frozen up when she approached the doorway, but the ponies behind her got annoyed at her sudden stop and just pushed her onward. Finally actually inside the home, her ears flattened against her head and already she began tearing up. She hated crowds. She suddenly remembered why she never attended such social events. If it wasn't for her racing heart beating faster than the beat of the music, she would've thought she just died.
After receiving another shove from an inpatient pony, she finally moved her legs. Visibly shaking as she made her way to the buffet bar, without noticing. Instinctively hiding under the very table the food stood on. How would she get out, now?
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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 1, 2014 23:27:20 GMT -5
There was only a few people she could recognize in this place most recent. A lot were all she knew growing up and most who well..ignored her at this point. Or at least were nervous to talk to her. Especially since it was a bit of a shock to some that the mare even showed up to a party of someone who mocked her so openly. She would agree too though didn't get much of a point when the whole town shoved her in here. Thinking the gods themselves were trying to curse her.
She could recognize claire of course, the pony was far from unoticable as she made the party all about her and weaved around the crowds. A few familiar and a few strangers that mostly lurked around the buffet and only after that Shifting came in dressed up as if he was a prince himself. He and claire would get along she thought quietly. Sipping her drink carefully to not spill and only wondering if the elderly couple knew what became of their once calm home.
At least she got to see inside, the place was well...lovely besides the amount of drunk ponies now crowding the empty ballroom and loud music. Taking a little bit of time to weave a little in the crowd to simply empty out into a more roomier hallway and look out the window. Even ponies cluttered outside laughing and joking. A thing she could remember she did once. Setting a empty cup into the filling trash bin and picked up anything that had fallen out due to respect of who truly lived here. Though taken a bit aback when she noticed someone hiding under the table. Giving a odd glance to whoevers tail it was as she simply thought if she should check if they were alright or not. But deciding against it when she noticed claire coming over and gave a trot away moving back to her corner hidden by most in the corner of the dance floor.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 1, 2014 23:32:29 GMT -5
Which was precisely when, out of the blue, something about the size of a pony's head, pointed on one side and spinning at very high speeds with a tongue of blue flame out the other, slammed into the roof of the house, bored straight through it, through the top and middle floor, then hit the ground floor and continued right on through it, throwing woodchips everywhere, even tunneling through the concrete foundation of the house!
There was only one pony who was crazy enough to think up a drill that could tunnel through concrete. Honestly, it was a miracle it didn't kill somepony.
Sugar Sweet was soon to chase it, following the blue contrail, face blackened from the (ruined) launcher on her back as she searched wildly for her invention. Her search led her to the one place she didn't want to be tonight, and she made a face. Loud, wild music blasted from within, and she'd seen the flyers when she was finding a place to test her brand new Quantum Tunneling Bore Drill (Patent Pending), and new it was hosted by her. Claire Dupont, the arrogant snob of a unicorn she'd met within Pumpkin Spice's cafe.
But she mustn't stop. Progress required sacrifice. So, with determination etched on her face, she boldly braved the crowds, pushing and shoving her fair share of party goers just to get into the house. She tried to ignore the music pounding into her ears, both her brown and blue eyes alight with righteous determination!
Ooh... snack tab-
No! The drill! She worked on that drill for months! She had to find it!
So, ignoring the depressed groan of her undernourished stomach, she continued hunting for her drill.
She would find it.
And assess its performance.
Even if it killed her doing so, as this music was likely to do.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 1, 2014 23:38:35 GMT -5
Low Key visibly jumped as Claire appeared right next to him. Quickly doing his best to swallow the cookie he had been eating (And hurriedly wiping his face politely on a napkin), he gives her a warm, toothless grin to hide his food-sullied teeth.
"Miss Dupont! A-A pleasure to see you! Great party you have here! How have you been?"
A million different things running through his mind, Low Key did his best not to show any worry on his face. If he had known that he would have been having a conversation with Claire Dupont (Sober, as well), he wouldn't have eaten so many crumbly food items. He does his best to keep from raising his lips too much while speaking and cleans them to the best of his ability with his tongue while Claire talks.
He also found himself pleased that she was sober this time around. However, he had heard from several patrons over the past few days about her antics in the market, and he wasn't quite sure whether or not by the time their conversation was over if he would be begging for her to get drunk again. Still, he was quite interested to hear what she wanted to talk to him about.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 1, 2014 23:48:25 GMT -5
After years of being on the road. Years of adventuring. Years of wandering through catacombs and ruins, you start to learn things. You learn when something suddenly doesn't seem right. You see the small discrepencies in the world around you. A misplaced picture, a stain on a wall. All those types of things. It was something Spirit was rather proud that she was able to do well. Pick up on the little things.
But, she didn't have to look very hard to see a flash of blue and green disappear underneath a table. Well. That was most certainly something she assumed was not supposed to happen. Unless there was another second party under there. Which, might she add, was incredibly doubted. So, there was only one thing that the fruity smelling mare could do.
Harassment!
It was one of her specialties, after all. Not to mention that the pony under there probably needed to be calmed down. Which would be rather difficult to do while sitting alone in the dark. Maybe the kindness of a stranger could be utilized and enjoyed.
Weaving through the crowd (without bumping a single elbow), Spirit found her way back to the buffet table. But, this time, instead of gorging herself like an uncivilized creature, she waited for the lines to die down a bit, hoping nopony would see her.
Sadly, it took a good five minutes for an opening to appear, and in that time, Spirit found herself once again in possession of a small plate of food and an unopened soft drink.
What? She was nineteen! She wasn't going to go for the alcoholic stuff! That would be like, illegal, or something. Maybe.
Regardless, she put her back to the wall, humming some sort of 'spy like' tune, she set her plate and drink on the ground, before following them into a seated position. Looking left and right, she waited for the perfect moment. Which took place sooner than she planned for, what with the entrance of some destructive thing or other.
Spirit's first thought, then, was to follow and possibly destroy if it was malicious, but the screaming of ponies around her told her that it was not the time.
Finishing up her tune, she used the cover of the... thing.... to slide her food and drink under the table, the table cloth shifting slightly as they made their way under. Soon enough, the golden eyed Witch followed them, complete with a small roll to get under.
She was soon face to face with the blue-and-green pony. Putting a smile on her face, she whispered, "Hey! I saw you crawl down here. Are you okay?"
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 1, 2014 23:53:10 GMT -5
| Shifting Sands stepped inside, the atmosphere going from obnoxiously loud to near-complete sensory overload! He'd poised himself, slipping back into his role as the sheikh's son after a few hours of dressing and mental preparation, but this was almost too much. To his credit, he did little more than flip his ears back and shut his eyes for a moment, the rest of him still regal and unruffled by the chaos around.
| There was such a mix of every type of pony, it was difficult to pick out any specific body or detail in the crowd. Even those who saw him and he might have otherwise recognized eluded him, his violet eyes sweeping the sea of partying ponies for something or someone specific. Heavens, it was so loud that he barely even noticed the death from above drill that shot down from the roof, the spectacle lost to him amid the odd streamer or flying cup.
| He didn't have the liberty to stop moving when he came in the door, his pause very brief as more ponies got over the sight of him and moved to shove past. The large stallion was basically immovable in spite of that, but blocking the door wouldn't really endear him with the other....guests. Looking closer as he came inside, he took refuge near the stairs. It was a relative eye in the storm of activity, and made it less likely for him to bowl over someone accidentally.
| His thick brows furrowed slightly, picking out the lay of the event a little easier now, but still not seeing what or whoever it was he was looking for. The area was divided into vague sections, the general dance floor here, next to giant speakers; a smaller area where the couches had been shoved, where ponies tired of dancing had piled up to drink and laugh; and a food area, which though it was just near the dancefloor, looked like a similar (relatively) restful eye in this storm. At this point he spotted the graceful and immediately noticeable form of that unicorn mare who'd visited his cart, and as he wove his way through the crowd, a recognizeable blue puff hat also appeared. A few partygoers were hanging out in that area as well, and though he didn't know them, he smiled a bit. It was a relief to see that he wasn't just a lone stranger here with no notion of where to go. Even if they weren't very well acquainted, it was nice to see familiar faces. A streak of orange shot through the door and caused quite a ruckus as well, but although it seemed vaguely familiar, Sugar was too quick for him to identify.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 2, 2014 0:08:40 GMT -5
Dammit, where was that drill!? With Celestia as her witness, Sugar was going to find that blasted drill! She spent more than she could afford just getting the titanium she needed to make that stupid thing, and it was not going to run away from her now!
She looked up at the ceiling, ears flat against her skull in an attempt to block out the devil-music that was blasting through the damn house. There!
"Ah-ha!" She squealed excitedly, "There!"
A run of complex equations rushed through her now hyperactive mind as she trangulated the trajectory of her errant rocket-propelled drill.
She was so close now, she could smell it! Or, maybe that was just the snack table, she wasn't sure.
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Post by Pixy Stix on Sept 2, 2014 0:16:03 GMT -5
The crash from the drill was barely audible compared with the blaring dance music, but she felt the foundation of the house shake slightly from the impact of the contraption. Though, from being under the table she wasn't able to witness this majestic thing punch through the second floor. She only felt it, and it made her put her hooves over her head. Accidentally hitting the base of her unruly bun, in which the hair tie pulled at her roots. The shock and pain added up and she burst out crying. Of course, no one would notice, as it'd be a miracle if they could still hear.
She blinked away some of the tears blurring her vision when she noticed the table cloth rustle. Seeing a plate of food and a soda slowly slide their way under, and inwardly Pixy was confused. Outwardly, her expression barely changed as her tear-ducts just couldn't stop producing salty water considering her situation. She flinched when another pony smoothly rolled their way under, narrowly missing the plate and avoided spilling the contents. Pixy noticed that this pony was humming a tune of sorts to herself. She only caught this from the awkward difference compared to the currently playing music.
This other unicorn smiling at her when she finally settled. It made the candy maker feel a bit better, and she took note of how dully colored this mare seemed to be. And compared to a colorful pony, like herself, anyone would've found the pair as odd. And together, they would stand out. However, Pixy wasn't one to judge by looks--plus they were under a table, not like they can stand--and had a brief smile touch her expression. She attempted to wipe her tears away and rub the wet stains from her fur as she continued to stare back into the unicorn's golden gaze.
"I-I, I'm fine." She tried to reply reassuringly, though her voice broke and quivered. And it was clear that she's been crying, she didn't expect to fool this pony, but it was just her first response to anyone asking her if she was okay when she had a nervous break down.
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