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Post by Damascus Rose on Sept 2, 2014 16:33:32 GMT -5
Hearing the tap of a hoof on his pauldron, he turned to face the source of the noise, breathing heavily under his visor. "Hello there, ma'am," he attempted to say, although the extremely loud house probably drowned it out. He dropped his groceries onto the floor lightly, leaving them there so he could better breathe. Getting old, he was, a bit too old for all this lifting crap.
He surveyed the chaos ensuing around him, keeping his face turned to Pumpkin, waiting for something to come flying at him. Maybe if he broke something or pulled out his weapon, he could shut up the loud-arse teens here.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 2, 2014 17:04:08 GMT -5
Claire broke her eye contact and looked to the side. "I just want to make sure all of my house guests are entertained." She looked back at Low Key. "I'm glad nothing is wrong." She spotted one of the employees (she had temporarily employed the grocery workers as servants for her party. they didn't seem to mind) was taking a giant platter off the table to make room for a newly refreshed plate of mini sandwiches. Claire saw this opportunity with eagerness. "A moment, sweets." She squared up and leaped up onto the table where the platter had once sat. Pulling the remote from her sea of hair, she lowered the volume to almost silence. She took a moment to let the ringing in surely everypony's ears cease. She looked out into the crowd. Some ponies were dressed nicely, some were in their daytime clothes, and some, as generally most ponies do, weren't wearing clothes at all. Claire didn't mind either way, she was glad that the party had such a huge reception. A spotlight made from a lamp trained itself on Claire. Claire had chosen the first option. The 'Goddess' part of the flyer made a little more sense now. Her garb seemed quite heavenly, all white with (solid) gold embellishments around her neck and tiny waist. It was hard to tell what she was wearing at first due to the dark lights, but as the spotlight focused on her, it became apparent that her entire dress was covered in sequins and glitter. She glowed and glittered atop the table, Allowing the crowd to "ooh" and "aah" at her almost saintly appearance. The whole attire border lined on gaudy. But of course, simply border lined. The horn ring and earrings she had purchased earlier also made it into tonight's attire. "Why, don't you all look lovely tonight!" Claire extended a glittery hoof to her audience. She knew how to work a crowd, it's all she's ever done. "Welcome, mares and Gentlecolts, to the party of the century!" The crowd whooped and hollered and whistled. "I am your hostess for the evening, Claire Dupont. Though, I am sure you've all heard of me already." A couple of whistles. "I shan't keep you long. Feel free to eat, drink, and dance until good Celestia raises the sun!" This implied how long the party was to last. A horribly loud cheer from the ponies. Claire quickly spun around in a circle, sprinkling the ponies nearest to her in glitter. "Stay beautiful!" She cranked the remote up to its previous volume, and the ponies continued their disorderly grooving. Claire leaped off the table back to her previous spot, and stored the remote back into her teased-to-no-end mane. |
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Post by Low Key on Sept 2, 2014 18:01:51 GMT -5
Low Key watched with bemusement as Claire began her theatrical antics. He had seen her do this before when she had spent an hour in his bar. Hopefully, this time around, she wouldn't just make an idiot out of herself.
As the spotlight turned on her, something grabbed Low's attention. He hadn't really been paying attention to her attire during their conversation, but now, the way the light perfectly illuminated every article, it was hard to miss. The white dress and gold embellishments, the sequins, the jewelry - she was absolutely stunning. As she began to speak, he couldn't help but absolutely admire her charisma. Gone was the vulnerable mare that he had talked to at length the other day, this mare knew how to work a crowd like she was born in the limelight. Whether or not he willed it, a deep blush had crept across his face as she turned the music back on and stepped down from the table. As she walked back over to him, the only response that came out of his mouth was, "Wow...you really do know how to put on a show."
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 2, 2014 19:04:45 GMT -5
Pumpkin watched the armored stallion turn his face to her and she waited patiently for him to speak, though after a few moments of nothing, it occurred to her that she might not be able to hear him even if he did speak. Her brows pulled in with frustration about the situation, but her expression eased back into a reserved curiosity as she watched the unicorn stallion set down his groceries. Pumpkin realized how heavy it must be carrying that armor let alone adding any other burden. She leaned her face in near enough to his visor that she hoped he would hear her. She raised her voice just a bit, "Would you like some help carrying your groceries?" She realized how odd it might be to ask in this situation, though this situation in and of itself was all a bit odd. Oddness didn't excuse rudeness, though. She found comfort in her little justification, and hoped the lingering self-consciousness was just a byproduct of the strangeness of it all.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 2, 2014 19:32:42 GMT -5
Sugar's mind was whizzing at a mile a minute as she assessed the new problem before her, getting the (Apparently flightless?) pegasus away from the corner, and over the hole. She could understand her unwillingness to jump actually, considering her dimunitive dimensions, when all of a sudden.
Another voice, from right behind her, sent her squealing again and she almost fell in the hole herself.
It was the pony from the road! With the pipe!
"C-c-could you just stop that!?" She exclaimed, barely giving him a glance as she tried to still her beating heart for the second time since meeting him, looking at the problem again, "I'm just..."
Then, it was like a lightbulb switching on, and she looked at the hole, mumbling calculations, then shrugged, and flopped over it, effectively covering it, making a bridge for the little mare she'd almost hit with her drill.
She owed that little mare a sandwich or something. Y'know, for almost hitting her.
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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 2, 2014 19:50:46 GMT -5
Cherry could still just only blink dumbly at the situation she got stuck in. She wasn't good in strange situations and the small pony just froze up to it. Feeling a little bad oddly for causing such a problem. Though at least it didn't seem to ruin the party after claire had stopped everyone to put on a glittery show of welcome. Oh gods this was going to last all night?! Though she figured by the time it got later she'd be able to get outta here when ponies either passed out or went home tired.
She looked up when Shifting came over, a little relieved to see a familiar face though still not helping her situation none. Giving a loud royal sounding hello as cherry could only just give a meek hello back barely heard above the music. It seemed that the strange orange pony knew him too when she exclaimed at him. Giving a small jump when suddenly the orange pony flopped on the hole...just what was she doing? Was she being a bride...? Still staying in the corner as she stared down at her in concern. She couldn't just walk on this pony even if it was her contraption that got her stuck! It was rude and honestly she figured a bit painful too. Debating whether to or not as she stared puzzled.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 2, 2014 20:02:44 GMT -5
"Well, come on then!" She grumbled at the little pegasus, still miffed at Shifting for startling her, "If I stay here all night, ponies're likely to stand on my tail or something... and that hurts."
She was also kind of hoping the little pegasus was as light as her initial calculations estimated, and that Shifting didn't take it upon himself to help out... or give an example. At least she didn't have to worry about being taken advantage of or anything. Which reminded her, she needed to get back to the shop and start making a retrieval system for the Quantum Bore Tunnelling Drill...
After this mare decided to extricate herself from her predicament... That Sugar caused...
Man, that's a downer no matter how she looked at it.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 2, 2014 20:28:11 GMT -5
Spirit was normally really, really good at reading ponies. She could take in their mannerisms, small movements of their face, eyes, and ears. Speaking patterns, and all of that. However, she wasn't really on her game right now. Due to a mixture of a few things. Being any or all of the fact that the music was making it impossible to hear, or because it was very dark under the table, rendering Pixy into harldy more than a mass of darkened colour. But, honestly, it was probably due to the seclusion that Spirit dealt with. Living in the ruins, you don't really get to see too many ponies. But, it did not take a genius to see that her actions were appreciated by Pixy; at least a little bit.
She was about to respond to the unicorn's question about who was throwing the party with her own meager knowledge that it was a self proclaimed goddess. But... suddenly, things got quiet. Silently, Spirit peeked underneath the tablecloth, her grey muzzle hardly noticable underneath the feet of hundreds of ponies. Near directly in front of her, was where the spotlights were focused, though, and a booming voice answered everything they could want.
When the probably pretty (Spirit saw her legs only) finished, she rolled back under, getting face to face with her companion again, "Well, apparently it's some pony named Claire Dupont. But, I bet you knew that already. And it also sounds like we're here for a while, if this is really lasting until sunrise."
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Post by Damascus Rose on Sept 2, 2014 20:32:00 GMT -5
Damascus was only partially able to hear what she was saying, but he caught on to the word help, and assumed she meant with the groceries. A lucky guess, on his part. "Ah, how about after this whole party settles down?" He said, in a booming, half-yell tone. The voice may have been muffled by his helmet, however, and in a situation like this, she may not have even heard a word he said. He decided to wait and see for himself.
"There's nothing in there that's gross when not refrigerated anyway, so I don't mind waiting a half hour or so." He closed the door behind him, with a slam, and let his hoof scrape down the surface, attempting to quiet everyone down. However, he was old, and nobody listens to old people.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 2, 2014 21:27:15 GMT -5
Claire laughed. “It’s what I do best.” Secretly feeding on the compliment, she smiled. “I’ll let you get back to it. If you need anything, be sure to ask me. You’re V.I.P.” Low Key was as close to a friend as Claire had in this city. He knew quite a lot about her…More than anypony else in the entire world. And she trusted him with that, oddly. She gave him a cheerful nod and smoothly walked off in another direction. She had a bit of commotion she had to deal with.
She was walking towards an admirably sized hole in her floor, and the ponies lingering above it. Claire guessed that this had to be addressed. Approaching the situation closer, she came across an orange mare she just barely recognized leaning herself over the hole. Standing close by was a very confused looking Cherry Flip, and Claire had to admit that, just by stumbling on the scene she was a bit lost for words as well. She also noticed that the merchant who had sold her her jewelry (and who’s shop she intended to visit the next day) had also just walked onto the sight.
Claire stopped close to the hole, and looked down at the ridiculous orange pony.
“What in Celestia’s name is going on here?” She didn't sound very curious. In fact her voice was sterner than anything, and her dull eyes bore down onto the strange mare.
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 2, 2014 21:57:12 GMT -5
| Shifting Sands straightened back up as, for the second time, he caused Sugar a good deal of fright. He wore a brief grimace of silent apology, and mostly just tried to figure out what on earth was going on. The hole in the floor would have been nothing to him, and thus the fact that Cherry was stuck didn't even register at first. Then Sugar stretched out very still and sturdy-like over the opening, and it clicked. Aaah. Though the solution seemed like a scene from a foal's book, it actually would have been a pretty reasonable solution. He did wonder at the fact that Cherry remained resolutely grounded; perhaps she had to have room to take off? The desert dweller had no notion of such things, being permanently earthbound, so he wrote it off as that.
| Sands mostly just kept himself out of the way while the rescue was happening, sure that his weight alone might cause more trouble than help. Suddenly, he got a surprised jolt when the ever-present chaos of the speakers was just gone. The elegant figure of the rich unicorn appeared on the buffet table, and her appearance occupied Sands' attention. While he did wear an expression of slight and growing awe, it didn't have the same look of celebrity worship that some of the rowdy partygoers had. It was rather a look of anticipation. And when she got to the part about Celestia, the stallion's eyes dialated to giant amethyst pools.
| He still looked pretty star struck by the time Claire made her way back over, and only came back down to earth with her exclamation. Sands blinked back at the two mares trying to solve the 'sudden pit' problem, and waited to see what they would say.
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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 2, 2014 22:04:24 GMT -5
" Oh uh s-sorry..." Why was she even apologizing? Perhaps because she sounded miff? Though wasn't exactly sure it was at her. "I'm sorry about this...I won't step on your tail..." She spoke to quiet to really be heard. Going to move herself to a standing spot as she went to lift a hoove to walk over the odd bridge.
It was a bit embarrassing honestly, and already poinies thought odd of her. What were they going to thnk when she was just walking all over a pony literally. Just gulping to brave herself as she took a light step only to stumble back when Claire came over. Her voice stern which was a bit off putting as cherry stepped back into the tiny corner she was cramed into. Cherry felt like a wimp for not just being able to fly over and she didn't wanna cross to only have to bump into claire! But at this rate she was just going to be ridiculed by Claire for getting herself stuck. Or at least feared it after last times event as she stood back up. Taking a deep breath before taking a quick leap over sugar. Trying to think of one of her twirls from skating to get herself over with the least amount of steps as she landed with one hoove on the mares back to give a quick twirl and launch herself on the other side. Quickly galloping away embarrassed and avoiding any chance of being mocked as she quickly ran to another side of the house. Shoving past a few ponies in the process. For being small she was at least a fast little bugger.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 2, 2014 22:07:30 GMT -5
Caught up in a daydream, Low Key simply watched Claire walk away. He could understand why everypony hated her, and it was almost tragic that he was the only pony who knew what she was really like. He silently hoped that they'd meet again, perhaps a more private location. There, they could sit down and really talk, and he'd be there for her. He wanted to help, he really did, he just simply couldn't stand to see her troubled like this. Did he believe for a moment that her smiles were all genuine? Perhaps he's just over-exaggerating, but he just wanted to hug her.
I'm sure you'd love ta do more den dat.
Well, I, um, shut up.
Low Key diverts his attention back towards the food bar. Now where was he? Right, he was just getting to the bruschettas. Just as he's about to dive in, he has an idea. He grabs a bruschetta and takes it down the line to the basil pesto hummus. After this, he'd actually go out and start socializing.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 2, 2014 22:22:14 GMT -5
Had Sugar not groaned inwardly at the sound of Claire's piercingly annoying voice, she'd have been prepared for the sudden weight on her back. As it was, all she could do was grimace as it left her back. Looking over her shoulder at the fleeing pegasus, she tried to call for her to wait, stop!
But she was gone.
With a huff, the earth mare worked herself out of the hole, and glared at Claire with venom that rivaled a Black Widow.
"What do you want?" She demanded, "You've scared her away now, see? And I still had to apologise to her!"
She looked back at the hole now, then reached down into it. She couldn't quite reach the drill, which annoyed her to no ends.
"Great. Now you're being rebellious," She grumbled to the drill, "I'm going to need a hook."
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 2, 2014 22:28:25 GMT -5
"Right then. Board it up!" The last statement was bellowed to a close by employee, who scurried away to find boards to cover the hole.
"Good afternoon, Miss Vanilla." Was that it? No, that was just one of Claire's little nicknames. "This is my home that you have so rudely destroyed. If I wasn't the pony I was, I would charge you for damages. But, I will not. Instead, this hole is getting boarded up immediately, in order to avoid injury." Claire looked down into the hole, which was quite deep. She'd pay for repairs later, it wasn't a big deal to her. She didn't want ponies to be annoyed by constantly tripping into it.
Claire sighed, and moments later the clumsy employee had returned carrying a couple of sturdy boards with his unicorn magic.
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