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Post by Low Key on Sept 3, 2014 0:52:35 GMT -5
Low Key nodded in agreement, "I'm not a party pony, either. The music is way too loud, most of the guests are obnoxious, the music sucks, the alcohol is out of control, and did I mention that this music can rot in the furthest depths of Tartarus?" Looking off to his side, he concedes, "In all honesty, the only things I can appreciate are the snack bar and the hostess." He stares over towards the snack bar a little longer, lost in a daydream.
He snaps back to reality as Cherry asks her question, "Oh, I'm quite fine, very good. I'm very glad that I came to this party." He once again lost his contact with reality as he thought back to his recent conversation. She made him a VIP...just what did that mean? Just what was he to her? She couldn't simply not know that he didn't have feelings for her, but still...He needed to think.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 3, 2014 1:03:01 GMT -5
Sugar glared at Dupont, then narrowed her eyes. She'd been on the bad side of Sugar Sweet since they'd met, and Sugar was sure that she was on Claire's bad side as well. But if she really meant that...
"You promise to return my drill to me?" She asked archly, "Undamaged and in the condition found therein? Before it's covered up cement? Because if it's not, I'll come down here and drill it out again anyway, even if I have to use a hammer and chisel."
Something about the way she said that pretty much made it clear she wasn't joking even in the slightest.
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 3, 2014 1:07:07 GMT -5
| Coming back to reality, Sands took notice of the furious Sugar's threats and promises of bodily harm to anybody who dared come near her precious drill. And somehow to Sands, it still seemed a perfectly natural reaction for her, though he still was barely acquainted with her. There was no time to reply to Claire's rhetorical question, but in a way it was a relief--how would somebody answer that, anyway?--and he couldn't help but admire how civil she was being considering the circumstances.
| He forced himself to straighten up and pull himself together; after all, what would his father think to see his grown son in such a state? Sands' slight blush was completely hidden under his dark coat, but he felt a bit ashamed of himself. It was a foalish hope and he knew better, agreeing with Claire's reasoning though neither of them knew it. Of course Celestia wouldn't show up out of the blue like that, in such a small town with no fanfare whatsoever... So absorbed in his thoughts was he that Sands managed to tread on one of the tails from the under-the-table club, without noticing, and stood there while he got a drink from the punch bowl.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 3, 2014 1:10:25 GMT -5
"It's a promise." Claire answered, maintaining eye contact with the orange pony. "Your drill will be extracted with no additional damages." Conflict resolution was a skill that Claire was very experienced in. Claire had no doubt tthat this crazy pony would come in with a hammer and chisel and extract her drill contraption on her own.
"Well? Is it an agreement?" She cooked her head almost impatiently.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 3, 2014 1:16:29 GMT -5
Sugar huffed, and nodded.
"Agreed. But don't you back out!" She grumbled, glaring at the employee one more time before walking away, mostly in the direction of the snacks. She'd been denying herself food all day, and despite how it ended, her success was to be celebrated. Might as well eat and drink.
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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 3, 2014 1:34:59 GMT -5
Cherry couldn't help but chuckle at his honesty, that was a first she heard at this party so far as most seemed to really be enjoying themselves. Though it wasn't any suprise that he at least liked some things..yet thta was taken back to suprise that it seemed to be Claire. He must've been the first she heard to admit even liking her outloud but..to each their own. Simply giving a nod to agree, " I feel the same...at least about the party being out of control and the music..." Remembering clearly just how she got into this mess glaring at the large dance ponys on the floor.
Softening her look to meet his again, though he seemed lost in thought. " I wish I could say the same...this hasn't been going well so far...I think next time I'm staying home..."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 3, 2014 13:24:22 GMT -5
"I can relate to that sentiment." Low Key had already made it clear that parties weren't his forte. He liked to consider himself a realist who could never appreciate Dyonysian hedonism.
He explained to her as much, "When I was younger, I rarely went to parties or dances. The few times that I did were purely to go with friends and maybe get out of the house. Those were awkward times..." He shakes his head as if to kick out a bad thought.
"Anyway, yes, this party is a little too wild and chaotic, but, well...it's an experience. Who knows - you may end up finding something you enjoy."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 3, 2014 13:58:35 GMT -5
The food was, surprisingly, excellent. Lots of nibbly foods, and lots of delicious fried foods, fresh fruits and vegetables. Sweets of every kind, and a few dozen kinds of sour treats as well. Sugar Sweet, despite her name, didn't have much of a sweet tooth. She much preferred the bitter taste of coffee to the sweeter teas, and preferred dark chocolate to milk. As such, she shied away from anything sweet, instead finding her small plate she just found on the edge of the table filled with other delicious treats. Spring rolls, Celery sticks, carrot sticks, hay fries that she smothered in grated cheese she found and all manner of other things ranging from healthy to decidedly unhealthy.
She then found herself a small, hidden away part of the household that was relatively quiet, and sat to nibble at her food in peace, trying to get the black off of her face at the same time. It wasn't actually that easy, and eventually she had to go to a bathroom to wash it off with water and soap. She was in public, after all. She couldn't look completely terrible.
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Post by Pixy Stix on Sept 3, 2014 15:06:37 GMT -5
Pixy watched as Spirit peaked under the cloth, and then sighed when hearing the announcement. She was basically frozen under the table, it was the only place she felt comfortable. She frowned a little, considering the other mare with her. Was she even comfortable? And Pixy knew that, eventually, she'd have to meekly crawl out and either hide somewhere else or go home. She would prefer that latter option, but just in case she wasn't able to she'd have to find another place to hide. Most likely behind a curtain or under another table. That is, until she could weasel her way out of the house. But being under a table with a cloth draped over it made it hard to gauge where the exit was.
Plus, it wasn't hard for the candy maker to figure out that this was a food table, as she frequently heard the hoof falls of approaching or browsing ponies. Loud chatter and the occasional plastic cup hitting the floor from careless drunkards. As it would make a sound that would be awkward compared to the music, so she was able to catch these sounds. Frowning at realizing her situation, she bit into another celery stick to keep herself busy. She made a noise of disapproval at Spirit's observation, but not at the other unicorn directly. Just at their predicament.
She did say she didn't like crowds either, Pixy heard. Though, she didn't seem to freak out or freeze up like Pixy did. She'd probably be able to make it out of the house easily, and appreciated Spirit's company even further when she realized that she could leave her whenever. But sunrise, if it honestly did last that long, was indeed a long time. So Pixy chuckled a little nervously, "Well, then, what would you like to do, then?" Leaving it up to the white unicorn as she continued to munch away at the food given to her.
(Aaaaaa- I just reread Shifty's post, I'm so sorry for forgetting this include this, I meant to, just forgot Dx ) Though, just as things were becoming sort of a good time with Spirit, Pixy let out a yelp as her tail was stepped on. Yet again making her shriek all high pitched, and tried to pull away. Though, with how his hoof was firmly in place of on top of her tail--even with its short length--she couldn't. She actually, flinched and bumped her head on the table above her, surely making the table leap just a little bit itself. And certainly making the browsing hungry ponies look in confusion as the table hopped.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 3, 2014 17:36:34 GMT -5
Claire looked towards the honestly quite frightened employee. He looked rather relieved that Claire had stepped in before he had gotten an ear bitten off...Or something. "Go on ahead." She said to the employee. He dropped the board over the hole, making a sound thud as it fit itself rather nicely in place. The employees scurried off. Claire noticed that, with the addition of the thick board and with the debris from the hole piled up, it made a nice, short, elevated perch to stand upon. Claire stepped onto the board and looked out int the crowd.
Being as tall as she was, she towered over 85% of ponies without any assistance. So, atop her tiny perch, she was able to see that most everypony else was enjoying themselves more or less. Claire prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn't have to deal with any more rude guests. Ponies were starting to notice Claire, looking quite the 'radiant herald', and were starting to approach her to tell her how much they loved her outfit, or how they've seen all of her shoots, or how they were at the August 2012 Fashion Week (Claire's first headlining show). A bunch of sweet talk for "Befriend me so I can go to Canterlot with you and live the kind of life you're living." Claire was familiar with the sweet, fluffy nonsense that usually eluded to other things eventually.
But, she enjoyed the attention nonetheless, and the flood of compliments were quite nice too. "Thank you dear, ah, thank you! Oh goodness, aren't you sweet?" It was all a giant circle, as Claire had learned when she moved to the big city years ago.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 3, 2014 19:17:52 GMT -5
Was it bad that Spirit planned on staying with Pixy as long as it took to get the mare out of there, of at least until she could help we out. Maybe she could play a distraction. But... Most of her ways of distractions would probably end up being destructive, as well. Maybe if she altered a few glyphs around, she could make something work?
Maybe an explosion in the back!
Wait.
No . That would just make it worse. This was most certainly a conundrum that they were faced with. In her head, she sketched out multiple different idea, ranging from a smokescreen to a minor summoning ritual. A Lesser Beast would probably get ponies out... Or at least draw the attention of the drunks for a while. Of course, they could always just roll out towards the wall like Spirit had gotten in. That would probably work, too.
She would work more with it later, when Pixy was collected enough to leave the table. But, right now, Spirit worked in just speaking a no being presentable, "Really, I don't know what to do. Honestly, I shouldn't even be here. Still setting up a few things back home, and all that. I really don't even know what there is to do around here, either."
"Yeah, I am not a clever mare," she added with a small chuckle.
But then, a hoof, a shriek, and a leap later, Spirit was working into overdrive. With so long on the road under her belt, she began to run through ways to fight off some sort of invader. But, before something caught on fire, she stopped herself. There was a much better way to handle this.
First thing, she crept over to Pixy and laid a hoof on her shoulder, "Are you okay? Need me to get you an ice pack or anything?"
Before awaiting an answer, she began to deal with the next problem. The giant hoof that decided to stomp on the other unicorn's tail. It was rather quick in how she dealt with it. She backtracked until she exited the table from net to the wall, again. And found her way to the perpetrator of the offense.
Approaching him, she stayed rather silent until he was practically whispering in his ear, so as not to shout 'hey, someone's hiding down here.' Instead, the teen tapped his boulder and murmured, "would you mind moving your hoof? You might have found something you shouldn't under the table... Thanks."
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 3, 2014 20:00:35 GMT -5
| Sands was mulling over the punch bowl, a fizzy pink concoction with an interesting flavor he couldn't quite place, when there was a sudden shriek. Instinctively he shied, unknowingly freeing Pixy's poor tail and immediately thinking he'd scared the wits out of Sugar again--how? He didn't really know, but apparently he was good at it! What was odder to him was the fact that the sound originated from in front of him, where there was no space for anything aside from the table. Below it, then...? Brow furrowed, he leaned over just enough to get a look at the floor, though all that was left over of Pixy (that wasn't hiding under the table anyway) were a few green hairs.
| Any further speculation was paused when Sands felt a tap on his shoulder, his head turning the other way to get a look at who it was. She was a unicorn, all gray and freshly groomed by the look of it. Her mane was cut short in a flattering and fashionable way, and he was reminded of his own born-in streaks with its color.
"My apologies," he said quite quickly, dipping his head and going to the not-quite-correct conclusion, "I did not know-- that is I did not see-- Are you injured?"
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Post by Pixy Stix on Sept 3, 2014 20:29:22 GMT -5
When his hoof finally lifted from her poor tail, she immediately curled it around her. Letting her green strands run repetitively over her hoof as she tried to rub the remaining pain away. It was here when she noticed that Spirit was no longer under the table with her. And after working up her bravery, she lifted the cloth up and peaked only her head out. Her horn catching on the cloth in such a way that looked a little silly, but it didn't seem to bother her. She at first was greeted by Spirit's grey hooves and looked up, and then noticed the stallion who Spirit was facing.
Her ears folded back, and she squeaked again at seeing how tall he was. Her uneasiness around men instantly set in as she looked on, frozen and intimated yet again. She seemed locked on to him, as if she would avert her gaze he'd do something, but her expression was less accusing assumption and more like a frightened cat. The fur on the back of her neck standing up, though unseen as only her head was out from under the table.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 3, 2014 20:48:55 GMT -5
Spirit actually kind of recognized this stallion. She had passed by his stall a few times in the marketplace. He was an oddities trader, from what she could tell. Which was also exactly what she needed. Maybe later. As of now, she had to explain this to the stallion rather simply and gently. Too bad she wasn't good at laying things gently, "Oh, no. Not me. You were standing on a friend's tail. But, you're not, now. So.... goodbye, I guess!" she claimed, when she saw a flash of blue from the corner of her eye.
Pixy decided to make an appearance, and apparently it was not going well. Must have been the sudden view of the crowds. So, she shifted her leg, and flipped the table cloth up and over her head again, though it fell mostly short and just covered over her eyes, leaving her muzzle still exposed. Maybe he wouldn't mention it? Aww, who was Spirit kidding? Of course he was going to say something about it.
That was just how the world worked, or something. But, a mare can dream, right? Yes. A mare can most certainly dream.
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 3, 2014 21:43:48 GMT -5
| Sands' gaze shifted between Spirit and Pixy, catching on to what he'd really done. At least when he'd shied, it had moved him back from the table a short way. That meant that what he did next wouldn't be right in the nervous Pixy's personal space. Hopefully.
"My sincere apologies," he said to her (thankfully leaving off most of the Royal Canterlot voice due to close proximity), his whole posture slanting to the ground, one leg crooked, and head turned nearly to his chest in the most regal of bows. Shifting Sands had had his moments of outlandishness, and this certainly topped them--for today, anyway. "I hope you weren't injured? This noise, this ruckus, it makes it difficult to stay alert to the small things."
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