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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 2, 2014 0:29:52 GMT -5
Her Heart pratically flew outta her chest. The loud crash startling the pony and having to move a few inchs back when some crazy contraption landed nearby her and into the ground. The ponys around her pausing a moment in shock before quickly cheering and going back to their dancing. Was this party insane?! Were ponys insane!? Cherrys heart beating at skyrocket speeds as she stared down at the now hole. Afraid to almost fall in it due to her size as she could see only a faint blue light in the deep distance. Oh god what was this thing...was she crazy? Was something in her drink? Discarding the drink completely in distress before now being afraid to move FROM the corner in fear of falling in the hole.
Dear Luna why? At least everyone else was having fun though, glad to see at least the town relaxing. Even if they'd think she thought diffrently. It was good for the town to meet all these new ponies...and crazy ponies. Despite how Cherry herself didn't feel so welcomed by all the new changes, more caused a bit of chaos in her life than needed joy.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 2, 2014 0:46:35 GMT -5
That was the worst attempt at lying Spirit had ever heard. And she'd seen children try to lie about stealing cookies while holding them. Then again.... that colt did somehow get away with it. And get his cutie mark in the process. Apparently, he was destined to be a lawyer.
That was beside the point. Right now, there was an obviously panicking pony in front of her. And she needed to somehow fix that. Granted, she had been rather removed from talking to anypony for.... what was it... a month now? yeah. That sounded about right. Since, like, mid July or something. Of course, she was still going to try! What kind of Witch would she be if she ignored the suffering of those in front of her?
Probably a damn good one, actually. But... Spirit didn't want to be a witch, so she needed to pretend she knew what she was doing. And that currently involved not pushing it. She could make some snide remark about how ponies that were 'fine' didn't hide under tables. Or about the obvious puffiness of her eyes, but.... nah.
Instead, she leaned backwards, using her forelegs as support, and looked upwards, greeted with the glorious sight of an underside of a table, "Pretty bustling out there, isn't it? Honestly, there's too many ponies for my tastes, too," she claimed, before kicking her plate of food towards the hiding mare, "You hungry? I just kinda grabbed this because it was there, honestly."
Soon, her leaned position ended with her fully laying on her back, reveling in the darkness under the table. Too many lights and too much... well... everything out there. It was, quite frankly, a sensory overload. Granted, the thin tablecloth didn't do much to lessen the near deafening music outside.
To be able to speak to the other unicorn, she almost had to shout over the noise; something she was sure was going to draw attention to them at one point, "Spirit Weaver, by the way! I'm pretty new out here; been here for about... four days now."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 2, 2014 0:47:04 GMT -5
THERE!
She squealed in abject delight and rushed over to the head-sized hole in the floor, momentarily forgetting she was in the middle of a party that clearly wasn't stopping, and peered down the hole.
"It worked! IT WORKED!"
She squee'd happily, doing a little dance and jumping up and down a few times, going from hoof to hoof in crazed euphoria. She hadn't yet noticed the poor mare stuck on the other side of the hole, she was so caught up in her own delight. But after a moment, the euphoria died down and she frowned.
"How will I get it back out?" she asked herself helplessly, staring at the hole now in more than a little frustration. A perfect (albeit explosive) test fire, and now she didn't know how to get the blasted thing back. She looked around, and came face to face, eye to eye? With a little mare wearing a blue hat and a scarf that looked really, really nice. She almost jumped out of her skin, and put a hoof to her mouth to stop herself squealing again, the other made to brush her mane over one eye. Lots of ponies didn't like her eyes.
Anyway.
"I'm sorry?" She whimpered, taking stock of the little mare's predicament, "It wasn't meant to hit the house! But there was an explosion, and everything was thrown off course and then... um..."
She looked at the situation in a kind of helpless guilt. This was not how her test was meant to go. But it was a success! And in the recesses of her mind, she was celebrating.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 2, 2014 0:55:58 GMT -5
Claire heard a noise that was mostly muffled by the loud music. She cocked her head to the side to see a gaping hole in the roof of her house. She lightly shrugged. It seemed to get the crowd even more riled up, and fixing it would be chump change. She turned back to Low Key, with the fainting remains of crumbs on his face. "Why, thank you." She said , flipping her mane in a dangerous arc that smacked three ponies violently. "I tend to throw the best parties back in Canterlot." She looked very proud of this. It was true, Claire was a bit of a party animal. But, she had decided to not get too drunk at this party, will will obviously never work thanks to Claire's little drinking habit.
"I'm glad that you are enjoying the festivities, although chaotic." Drunk Claire and sober Claire were very different. "I'm happy at the turnout, even though there are a couple of...less exciting ponies whom I will not name." Drunk Claire was sloppier yet nicer, and Sober Claire was...not. "I assume you find the food acceptable?" She gestured to the stallion's face.
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Post by Pixy Stix on Sept 2, 2014 1:06:21 GMT -5
She glanced at the plate of food when it was pushed towards her. Blinking with a dumbfound expression as she eyed the food. It definitely looked good, and Pixy realized she hadn't eaten dinner yet. Everything was generally easy choices, things a child wouldn't even be picky over. Clearly, whomever was throwing a party in this humongous house had enough decency to consider getting well-liked food. "A-Are you sure?" The blue unicorn stuttered, a little nervous and unsure about taking someone else's dish. This other mare looked like she needed the sustenance herself.
She watched as Spirit rolled onto her backside, "I-It is pretty crowded out there.." She agreed, still unsure and therefore not touching the food. Though, she did eye it when she wasn't politely focused on the other unicorn. "And I-I'm Pixy Stix. I moved here about a month ago." Returning the introduction as she was getting a little more comfortable in the company of this girl. Even if she did seem a little eccentric, as she would often seem like she was talking to herself in her head; but Pixy paid no mind to that. There were lots of times Pixy probably seemed the same way.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 2, 2014 1:17:57 GMT -5
Low Key heard the sound over the bass as well, but simply assumed that it was coming from the music. He'd heard weirder, but it definitely sounded like something that some halfwit would put in a song because they thought it sounded cool. This isn't to say that he hated electronic music. When it actually sounded like someone put in at least a week writing a song and conveyed a sense that they knew the basics of music theory, he could dig it. This music, however, sounded like an 8 year old had gathered together a potpourri of noise-making devices and recorded them all playing at once. Amateurs.
Low Key was dragged out of his mental tirade when Claire gestured to his muzzle. Oh crap, did he miss a spot? He picked his napkin back up and wiped off his lips and cheeks while maintaining a tight grin that in no way insinuated that he was utterly mortified.
"Y-yes! You h-have a very wide selection of quality items that I enjoy very much," he said. Adding an innocent smile, "I-I promise I'll stop hogging all the cookies."
Y'know, if yer gonna kiss her ass, may as well go all da way.
Shut up, Critic! She's the hostess and could probably have me thrown out for simply offending her fashion sense. Also, I haven't gotten to try the hummus dip yet.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 2, 2014 1:25:23 GMT -5
Spirit nodded, "take it; I already ate. You know, say what you will about whoever is throwing this party, but they most certainly know what they're doing," she sighed and spun around so that she was on her stomach and facing Pixy again. Apparently, Spirit was a very jittery mare. In fact, she hadn't sat still ever since she got under here! But... that was just another one of her quirks. Just like mumbling to herself when nopony was around. After all, Spirit often found herself to be the best company she could ask for! She shared all the same opinions with herself and everything! Granted, she still got into arguments on occasion. But... that was for another time.
Her back legs were slightly kicking, seemingly trying to expend an energy or some sort. Honestly, when she was nervous, she just got like this. She fidgeted, she popped joints, and all that fun stuff. But, from what she could tell, Pixy didn't seem bothered by it at all. Which was good; most ponies found it strange that she couldn't sit still, or that she talked to herself. Maybe she could actually make a friend here, instead of just eating a bunch of food and leaving. That would make this victory of a night even better!
Wait.
Slow down.
One step at a time.
Friendship was probably quite a ways away, still. Hell, they had known each other for a whole three minutes! Pixy probably didn't even like her, honestly. She just came down to her hiding spot unannounced and tried to help her out, even if she didn't' want it.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 2, 2014 3:12:05 GMT -5
Claire frowned. Low Key looked a bit on edge. That was no good at a party like this this, and Claire, being the noble hostess that she was, intended to fix it. She leaned forward a bit and rested a single hoof on the table in front of her. "Mr. Key, you look tense." She looked into his eyes, as she did whenever she really wanted someone to listen to her instead of simply adoring her. "Is there anything wrong?" She asked, blinking her gray eyes. "Do you need anything?"
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 2, 2014 6:24:25 GMT -5
The sound of pounding bass had roused Pumpkin from her peaceful sleep. There weren't usually parties very often here and it was such a curious thing that even Pumpkin found the need to go check out what was going on. Following the noise, she found her way through the residential area and eventually to the absolute largest house for miles. Pumpkin tried to remember if she knew the ponies that lived there, but could only manage a vague recollection. Had she gone to secondary school with the mother? She glanced at the mailbox and noted a sign. So that unicorn was holding a party here? Well that was, odd.
There was certainly a lot of noise coming from inside. Pumpkin was not the type who showed up at parties, especially not uninvited (though it seemed as though the whole town had been invited). She slipped up to the front door and knocked softly. It occurred to her that there would be no way to hear the knocking over the sound of the music, so instead she cracked the door. Inside the house there were ponies of every shape, size, and color, most of which she'd never seen before. Also, most of which were drunk. She'd made it within the door and immediately considered retreating.
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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 2, 2014 9:27:05 GMT -5
Cherry just stared wide eyed as the orange pony ran over. Squealing in delight over the hole as she peered down it. Delighted that whatever the heck did that just worked! Cherry was taken a bit aback by the strange show having never seen something break through a house like that and somepony who turned out to make it.
Her eyes staring down at the hole with the pony. Who seemed distress to get the device back. Get it back? After the mess it caused? She wasn't even sure it was possible with how far it looked to go down unless it shot back up. But she looked back up at her as she seemed to notice her predicament quickly covering her mouth to contain something. Curious more so now than scared being trapped in a corner of a home she didn't even want to be in. " Ah...its okay...um...I saw that..? What was that thing...? " Trying to speak loud enough to go over the music and crowds honestly being the loudest she well ever was to even try to speak over it. And even then her voice only barely went above it.
" If its okay though is there someway to well...get me...outta here? " Looking down at the hole she wasn't going to dare try to jump it even if it was only a heads size. Still big enough for her to get a hoof stuck in the wrong step. And her wings felt still shaken from the shock of it all that she couldn't even flutter a single feather. " Its okay though...r..really...its okay. " More so trying to assure herself than anything.
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 2, 2014 10:35:52 GMT -5
| Making his way through the mass of bodies seemed to take an eternity, though a well-placed hoof now and again seemed to help. Shifting Sands had even managed to make it to the buffet table without having anything spilled on his crisp outfit, shocking as it was. He had to make sure he wasn't unsightly when he met her. The very thought sent another nervous tingle through his body.
| Arriving at the table, he took a moment to look out over the room from a different angle. It was the same scene really, though Sands rather hoped it would have given him some sort of different insight. The orange streak had finally resolved itself near the corner, and turned out to be the lightning trapper from the road out of town. Conveniently nearby was the dainty pegasus, though it looked like her current circumstances were far from convenient from her position. The wealthy mare was involved in her own affairs near the buffet, conversing with a slightly nervous-looking stallion; weighing his options, Shifting Sands set off toward the recently made pit in the floor.
| Despite not being from Canterlot, Shifting Sands pulled off the Royal Canterlot Voice very well (minus the we's), just to be heard over the babble. "Good evening!"
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Post by Low Key on Sept 2, 2014 14:37:04 GMT -5
Damn, she was doing that thing with her eyes again. If there was thing that absolutely mesmerized Low, it was direct eye contact. Most ponies never really thought anything of it as it was such an everyday thing, but he saw it differently. To him, eye contact was more than just a sign of respect, it was also a bit more intimate. If Low Key had to name the most attractive part of a pony, it was definitely the eyes. He could spend many silent minutes simply staring into the expanse, taking note of each beautiful design in the iris, contemplating the symbolic meaning of the colors, or simply just staring into the deep abyss of the pupil. It was a habit that he personally felt ashamed of, so he did his best to break contact every few seconds to avoid coming off as a creep.
As Low stared back at Claire, he was once again drawn to contemplating the meaning of her eye color. Could it perhaps be a metaphor for walking the line between black and white, unsure of her place in life? Grey was always a color he associated with humbleness, but humble was far from what she was. He'd figure it out another time.
Low Key does his best to focus as he forms a response, "I'm fine, I just didn't know that I would be seeing you here, like you would be busy with more important ponies. You caught me a little off-guard, is all."
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Post by Damascus Rose on Sept 2, 2014 15:04:04 GMT -5
Damascus had been walking home after a long day of walking and spending a fortune on groceries for himself. Eight bags lay on his back and in his magical field, weighing him down considerably. Every step he took created sparks on the ground as his metal armor scraped along the concrete sidewalk. It was a particularly nice day, so he didn't quite mind it, but it certainly wasn't fun to do. Plus there was the whole, starving if he didn't get groceries in time thing.
As he neared his home at the end of the block, he heard ear-splittingly loud noise coming from the house over. "What the f-" he muttered, before a loud crash from within the abode interrupted him. Bloody teenagers, why does he always have to get the house near -those- ponies? Whilst he complained in his mind, he was too distracted to see a lamp post directly in his path, which he smacked nicely into, making his ears ring as his helmet clanged. When he regained his senses, he noticed the flamboyantly written notice for a party. The address appeared to be in the direction of the horribly loud noises.
Sighing, he decided to investigate what was going on. He got closer to the music, which shook the house-- He noticed this as it finally got into his sights -- and cringed at every bass hit and drumbeat. 85 decibels is enough to cause NIHL, but this sounded.. Much louder than that. He had conveniently bought earplugs, and so he shoved them in his ears, to prevent his eardrums literally melting from them.
Damascus had approached the door, feeling the vibrations in his bones, and opened it slowly, letting the sound slowly bleed out from the crack. After a minute, the door was fully opened, and there Damascus stood, at the portal to chaos. "What did I get myself into..?"
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Post by Pixy Stix on Sept 2, 2014 15:12:52 GMT -5
At confirming that this food was basically brought for her, she blushed. A gentle tint that only indicated that she was a little flustered that someone, a stranger no less, would be worried for her. Spirit had just earned herself, at least, the friendly rank to Pixy. Not quite friends, but could become easy friends if they so wished. She smiled at the off-white unicorn, appreciating the gift of food. With a hoof she took a thin piece of celery from the plate and bit into it. Idly watching as the other girl couldn't stop fidgeting. Absentmindedly thinking about how her nervous habit was to cry, in her opinion a much worse trade off compared to a simple bouncing leg. She bet she still had wet marks staining the fur on her face.
To make small talk, Pixy piped up, "Speaking of, do you even know who's house this is? Because, honestly, I don't. I kinda came for curiosity's sake." She admitted, taking another one of the various finger/hoof-foods and placing it in her mouth. She was trying to remain ladylike at least, and ate slowly and delicately. Something her mother taught into her, and she didn't even notice for the most part.
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 2, 2014 16:17:14 GMT -5
Pumpkin has just made it inside the front door when she felt the door nudge open against her rump and startled, she whirled around to find the source of the bump. Standing, fully clad in a metal suit of armor, was a confused looking stallion toting quite a few bags of groceries and looking about as lost and confused as the tan mare was feeling herself. She looked him over curiously, wondering mostly why in the world he was wearing armor, was it some sort of costume party? None of the other ponies seemed to be in costumes? She realized how long she'd been staring and felt a little embarrassed, she attempted to greet the stallion but quickly realized that the noise from the speakers completely drowned out anything she would be able to say.
Feeling a bit self conscious, she tapped the armor clad stallion on the shoulder gently to get his attention.
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