In Changelingia (West Equestria), Brie gains the support of a Changeling queen for his endeavors. Spark is doing his best to help an ill Wolf spiritual leader.
In Free Equestria (East Equestria), Iron is trying to intimidate a group of criminal griffin interlopers. Fantasy Play is helping to shut down an Anarchist press. Silver is helping his new household. Amber Sunset is walking through the city, and Dark Star has just finished helping the orphans.
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"I don't suppose there are any objections for the doctor to examine the Priest, is there?"
From the forest, there is a sound of a twig breaking as Makade emerges from the tree line, his dark fur blending well with the shadow left by the trees. His rifle moves down as it is sling over his back. The doctor jumps back with a “wah!” in startlement, but even Waabishki stands straight up in alert, both ears pointing towards Makade.
“Yes. There is. The secrecy of the village’s location is its security. It is a danger to let outsiders in.”
"Then how about moving him here to the doctor?"
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns his head to Waabishki
“I don’t... I don’t know how far he could travel... I don’t think he could walk far or for long on his own.”
"What about we pull him on something, like a sled?"
“A... sled? The pony toy?”
“I believe we have one at the village. So long as the location of the village does not get out.”
Silver smiles at her.
"I might not be able to understand it, but could you show off some of your skill to me?"
“You mean, like, translate something?”
I ought to have some free time this weekend. Can't wait.
"Translate, or speak little of what you know. If you wanted to, that is."
Is anypony available to play this weekend?
"Well, I can try"
She smiles awkwardly, and moves back, so that she is (once again) sitting upright in the bed, with her hind legs extended forward and holding her forelegs in the air. She briefly touches her right foreleg with her left, moves her still-tied mane behind her neck, and then looks upwards towards the white painted ceiling. With a loud "Uh-hug uh-hug" she clears her throat, and begins to recite a set of memorized lines, inflecting a slightly deeper tone and trying to imitate an accent. She stares down to the left as she does so, onto the bed covers:
"Huel ya cuica ye nican
xiuhtototl quetzal tzinitzcan
ya quechol achtohua
moch on quinanquilia
Both Spark and Amber have posts to reply to to continue their respective stories
Amber looks to see if there's any clock about for a precise reading of time. If there isn't she'll ask a nearby pony, if there are any, for the time.
Fantasy Play does a triple-flips and kicks Chryssalis to the moon.
Rolling for procentage[1d100 = 77]
She goes 77% of the distance to the moon, leaving her stuck forever in the L1 La Grange point
Silver stomps his hooves against the floor lightly in applause.
"Превосходно! That was impressive!"
She smiles awkwardly, and seems to blush
“It’s from a poem. I would memorize poems to try to learn the language.”
“It’s... ‘Beat Your Drums.’ It’s a poem about joy, and celebrations the nice things in life. The verse I quoted is about the birds chirping in the forest.”
Silver smiles brighter.
"That sounds very nice. I am really impressed at your ability."
Her ears come down as she smiles again, and blushes
Amber is quite pleased by this and enters the shop a half hour early.
Or maybe not 6:30...
Standing by the door of the shop, outside of it, is High Sewn, smoking a cigarette. She looks at Amber through the twilight, and under the dim illumination of a street lamp
“You’re here early”
"So, what is
your special talent?"
Silver motions to her cutie mark.
As she sucks on the cigarette, the end glows a bright orange. She pulls it out with glowing yellow magic, and flips the cigarette away, with the orange glow showing in the dim light.
"Good. Then let's start early."
Amber nods anxiously and waits for High Sewn to enter the shop before following in.
She moves over slightly to the right, showing her right flank, and moving her wrapped red tail out of the way. Silver can see what looks like a pattern of over lapping curved lines emanating from a center point. Past this is a circle, with shorter "rays" emanating from this. The lines are black, and the area within is an orangish hue, distinguishing it ever so slightly from her yellow fur, although the cutie mark almost blends Her cutie mark resembles a sun flower, but the sharper lines and consistent yellow-orange color makes it appear more abstract, like a representation of the sun.
"I would like to think it represents a sense of wonder; a search for something higher.">>136219
Once she flicks the cigarette, she moves to the door and enters, with a flick of yellow magic turning on the light. The sign on the door remains in the "closed" position.
She says to Amber,
"We open on weekdays at 8AM. We didn't used to, but there are enough mares getting off of night shift, or wanting to shop before factory day shift to justify these hours. It'll just be you in the morning, but Verina will join you around noon. Before we open we check inventory to see what we have in stock, and we restock our shelves."
She walks in further towards the register, and then turns around.
Amber slowly walks in and looks around, but focuses her attention on Sewn when the latter turns toward her.
It looks much the same as when Amber came in the day before, with a few empty spots on shelves and many others with clothing
High Sewn looks at Amber
"So your task is, mark down what we don't have, then go in the back, and replace what we don't have with what we do have, and keep note of what is still missing."
>>136222"I understand, ma'am."
Amber starts on this task with the shelves closest to the entrance, trying to remember from yesterday which clothes go where if there aren't labels to help. Nearby articles of clothing of similar type help to jog the memory.
Heh. Their tails are part of the suit. Cute.
Is it time for a sledding adventure?
Okay... tell me when you are ready >>136226Hopes you can join again sometime
"Should I prepare the sled or stay with the doctor?"
Makade raises a paw
“I can fetch it. You stay here and watch him.”
Wabashki adds solemnly
“And I will speak with Miskobag... prepare him for a trip.”
Spark turns back to the doctor.
"Looks like we have a little time to kill. Might as well discuss a couple of things. So, are you a substitute doctor?"
“Substitute? No. I am the primary physician of the town, and have been for about five months now. Before that, I was a physician in Whinnyapolis, and I was a surgeon during The War.”>>136223
The shop seems to sell a number of fairly ordinary woolen sweaters, which evidently are the items in greatest demand as the shelves are largely empty.
High Sewn takes a seat behind the counter, opens the register, and seems to occupy herself with paperwork.
Amber will go into the storage room and pick out several sweaters of each color. She has time to make several trips if necessary, as she carefully balances the wares on her back to avoid upsetting their folds.
As she goes back, she discovers that green, shades of yellow and orange, and red are in shorter supply, with green being entirely unavailable. White, black, grey, and blue are more plentiful.
"Hmm... and what brought you here?"
Amber frowns and quickly trots back to Sewn. "Ma'am...it looks like we're running short on some sweaters. We ain't got any green at all, and only a few of yellow, orange and red are left."
“I was told to transfer here by the... Changeling Authorities.”>>136242
She looks up, and exhales
“Yeah, that’s about how it goes. Between international shipments being down and wool, cotton and dye being used for blankets, uniforms, bed sheets, paint and other ‘wartime priorities’” she bothers to raise both forehooves for air quotes on this one “shipments are unreliable if they come at all. If you see an orange, or any kind of lively color like that, you can be sure there’s a mark up on it and we will advertise it in the window.”
"I see. I don't mean to pry, but I am curious. Do you have a family?"
>>136243"I see...well, blue and other colors aren't in any shortage…"
She turns to enter the storage room again. If Sewn doesn't call after her, she will get the remaining yellow, orange, and red sweaters, then put out the other sweaters. Any stacks remaining on the shelves will be topped off if possible.
“I hope so.” He smiles in an uncanny way. “Caramel, Butterfly, Malt Wheat and Spring Flower. They are with my wife’s family in Winnyapolis.”>>136245
This is doable. High Sewn looks up from her work - which seems at this stage to involve receipts - to observe Amber.
“It’s good that you start with those. They are the first to go in the morning shift.”
"Did the changelings specify how long you have to stay here?"
Amber looks a bit confused and, while completing her task, asks, "Do city-ponies buy different clothes through the day?"
“Indefinitely.” He says, with the same uncanny wide, toothy grin.
“I try to make trips back when there is someone to take my place up here. You always need a physician on standby in case of emergencies...” his smile drops. “But that isn’t often.”>>136248
Something must be different about this question, because High Sewn stands up, out of her chair, and moves to where Amber can see her.
“It’s about different demographics buying clothing. Housewives of the well to do don’t expect to buy clothing in the early morning. It’s working ponies, especially mares, who work night shift or later day shifts in the factories, shops, or as operators in the office buildings, who come in in the morning. They tend to be a little... less well to do, and more utilitarian in their clothing preferences. Mostly they just want clothes for the winter, or for children. Dresses and gowns for special occasions, or for those working in professional occupations, tend to be sold later in the afternoon, and usually only after other chores are taken care of. Stallions especially - well, high class stallions - rarely come in during working hours on weekdays, but they can occasionally be seen after working hours.”
"Well, how about this. Since I dragged you into this with not much in the means of payment, I am going to find you a replacement so you can head back home. Sound like a deal?"
Amber blinks and freezes in place, swiveling her ears forward toward High Sewn. After this explanation is finished, she nods and replies, "Yes, ma'am. I understand."
She waits for the older mare to continue and tries to gauge her immediate mood.
“Heh, good luck.” He says>>136251
She stops talking, seems to ease back into what is for her a normal expression, and goes back towards the seat, but first picks up a jacket on table opposite the one she was working on earlier.
Feeling less pressure now that she isn't the focus of attention, Amber resumes her duties as diligently as possible.
It doesn’t take long at all for Amber to finish the shelves; after the sweaters there are socks, stockings and undergarments (evidently pink and purple are still available in number). Once these are filled, it’s a matter of checking the racks. This is harder, as there is more variety and fewer instances of the same item.
"I mean, I have gotten this far with it. Isn't it worth a shot?"
“You can try.” He says, becoming a little higher pitched at “try.”
Amber takes her time to go through the racks, comparing their present condition to what she saw the day prior. If there's relatively fewer of a type or style of clothing than others on the racks, she makes a mental note of it.
The clothing is often arranged in patterns - one type of dress of shirt with several variations on color or especially size - so it’s East to see where something is missing. What is harder is memorizing what is absent. “Turtle pattern green and black size small” is simple enough on its own, it’s combing this with “that curvy style with the French name I can’t remember, slightly less black, medium and small” and several other permutations that is harder.
Amber, anxious to finish before the store opens, hurries into the storeroom and checks the patterns to see what styles she hadn't seen on the racks. She then rushes back and looks through the racks to confirm whether or not this is right, and then makes another round trip to fetch the goods. Altogether it's much more hectic than the sweaters were.
“You should write things down” High Sewn says, not bothering to look up.
Not every item missing from the racks has a corresponding item in inventory.
Amber catches her breath and sheepishly walks to the front counter to look for some paper and a pencil. After retrieving these she'll return to the racks.
“And we need to note what we don’t have. Those must be requested from the tailor or factory.” She adds
Amber pauses, pencil in mouth. Hopefully what isn't
there isn't also missing from her brain.
She thinks she is able to remember everything... though how precisely she got the names correct is another matter.
Amber takes the piece of paper to High Sewn for confirmation, just in case. "Here you are...I'm not sure how accurate it is, it's tough remembering so many odd terms and styles."
She looks down at it, then takes a pen
“This is spelled with a ‘aught’ not an ‘ot.’ There is an ‘e’ here; silent at the end. There is an ‘sh’ there...”
She looks up at Amber
“Do please take note as you find them.”
She nods. "Is there anything else, ma'am?"
“If this were the afternoon shift, you would need to make sure clothing removed from shelves was put back and correctly arranged. Had I not been here, you would have to turn on the various lights and check the register. Now all that remains is to turn the sigh at the front to ‘Open.’”
She looks up at the clock from her seat, not putting down the jacket she was evidently sewing.
“It’s a few minutes early, but the morning clientele will hardly be offended if we change the sign now.”
Amber nods, gets up, switches the sign around, and waits by the door.
When this is accomplished, she gets up out of the chair and stands next to it, with her right forehoof on it, surrendering the chair to Amber.
“And now begins the harder part, comparatively speaking. You handle customers as they come in.”
Silver looks with stars in his eyes.
"It looks beautiful! Like you are Celestial-chosen."
She smiles in the same awkward way as with the previous compliments, but this time her head and ears do not lower even as her right forehoof is raised closer to her face.
“Not quite. But I like to think it is something special... like any cutie mark.”
"Indeed. I must say, it looks wonderous adorning your flanks like that."
His face goes blank a second after saying that and quickly gains a small blush. He puts a hoof up to his mouth and clears his throat to try to cover it up.
Her face, likewise, goes blank for more than a moment, and her right ear twitches once as she stares forward. She adopts an awkward smile as she sits upright in complete silence
"Uhm...I am afraid mine is not quite as interesting as yours."
He turns in his seat to show off his furry flank and the cutie mark on it - a sword in mid-swing.
"Mine was earned through my skill with sword, but it also represents my skill with weaponsmithing."
She still seems a bit stunned
"Well, when I was colt, I trained under my father in was of sword, both in using and forging them. It was bit of antiquated weapon, even then, but I was enamoured with them. One day, my father and I went out into woods to meditate and train. While there, we heard scream of filly and ran towards it. She was caught outside of city by wolves, and they were dragging her away to their den. When we caught them, wolf that was dragging filly dropped her to leap and bite at me, and with swing of my sword I dropped wolf in one hit. Others ran off, we took filly back to her family, and I got my cutie mark."
She turns both ears towards Silver, leaning forward so that she is sitting with her forelegs propping her up. She listens intently to the story.
After a pause, she asks,
“Were you scared?”
"Very. It is natural to be scared like that. I am glad I had my father's teachings to rely on, that my fear did not still me and that I was able to put it into my swing."
She nods, and smiles at Silver
“What is your take away from that? From that event, I mean. Well, you told me you got your cutie mark, but what did it mean to you?”
He looks up, as if remembering something fondly.
"It was first time I had truly put needs of others before my own, at great risk to myself. I could have run, or let my father handle it. It would have so easy, and I would not have put myself in danger. But she needed help, and I could not have lived with that regret had I not done something."
Her eyes are very wide as she looks at him, almost like a child listening to a fantasy story.
“Thank the wolf” she smiles and gives a half laugh
He laughs with her.
"I suppose I should. I have saved many lives since that fateful day. I might not have had I not encounted that wolf and that filly."
She nods, and asks slowly,
"... What else have you done?"
"Most recently, I was part of team that raided old fortress asylum here in Baltimare, 33 Hoebuck, that was being used by traffickers. They would trick desperate people from across world looking for passage to Equestria by bringing them here and foalnapping them, then either selling them off as slaves and servants or using them as cheap labor to produce clothing. As we were raiding and freeing prisoners, we learned something even more horrible was happening there for years right under government's muzzle. In addition to traffickers, there were also Maarist cultists who would sacrifice some captives in brutal rituals, and would then use their hides and furs to make coats and leather, before either feeding corpses to gnolls or, I assume, selling meat to market. It was most disgusting example of evil and deprevity I have seen. We even interrupted their leadership in middle of one of their ritualistic sacrifices..."
Silver lets out an involuntary shudder.
"...they had two people, one was young stallion and other was deer buck, strung up to alter. Their ribcages were torn open and their hearts exposed...while they were still alive
. We managed to stop them, slay their leadership after very hard, brutal battle, and save many people they had captured. Even their victims were saved from being sacrificed. But being witness to all of that..."
She twists her lips back, exposing part of her teeth and twisting another part of her lips, she pulls back, pulling her left foreleg up and crossing it, as both ears pull down and her eyes narrow.
She is silent in disgust for all of this, and for a time after Silver is finished speaking.
“I thought the Maarists were all gone...” she volunteers, not giving much volume or emphasis to her words
"They are now, or that chapter is at least. Their leadership is dead, their members have been arrested, and countless beings have been either saved or avenged. As horrible as it was, I am glad we were able to stop it."
He looks sadly at Pear.
"I am sorry for disgusting you, or ruining mood."
She does not finish her sentence, but relaxes slightly
"I thought it was mostly an excuse by the Church of Boreas to operate an Inquisition..."
"Unfortunately, that is not case it seems."
He looks from side to side, before leaning in towards Pear.
"Perhaps I had some sort of episode, but I swear, during that raid, Maar himself tried to scare me by showing me vision of past, back when asylum was still in operation, of mare he had influenced to kill herself by jumping off of balcony. It was...unsettling."
Her lips move back to their normal positions as both ears focus on Silver. She moves one step forward with her forebody, coming closer to Silver.
"I don't study Maarism... But I have heard of it. Read of it. The cult is associated with mental illness, what we would call 'Schizophrenia.' The leading deity, what they call 'Maar,' will speak to those who have a greater connection to the... well..." she looks away, then looks back to Silver,
"There is this school of philosophy, this belief... It's not as prevalent in the Baltimare or Fillydelphia acedemic scene as it was 50 years ago, but it's still very respected in Canterlot, Sunset and Grieffienheim... It's this belief that the world as presented to us by our senses is not as it seems. You know, you see a red flower or taste a salt lick, and it seems like the salt lick or the flower is what is primal, and it exists regardless of how you experience it. But in this school of philosophy, experience itself - consciousness; thought; emotion - is primal, is what is real. Now, Maarists don't quite think like that-"
She looks off to the side
"All of the original Maarist texts are burned or secreted away, but we know what they think because of a work by Aquilas who wrote a book in part arguing against some of their 'heretical' beliefs... The Maarists agree with the Equestrian philosophers that the world is not quite as it seems. They think that the senses, your emotions... they give a kind of glimpse into reality. The world as it really is. But they think there is so much more than what the mind can grasp. And that is where hearing things comes into play. They think that people with schizophrenia aren't really ill in the way we do. They think that these people actually have a kind of sense into the world that we do not, a new way of perceiving things. They think that their deity can help offer greater insights into the world. Like the Equestrians they don't believe that time and space are real things. So they think that with the help of their deity, they can see worlds far away, or times long ago or far into the future..."
She blinks. In some weird sort of way, it's like she had forgotten that Silver was in the room, and she is only just now remembering the pony directly in front of her.
"But... I think I have heard stories like that. I think..."
Silver looks fascinated with her, and her knowledge of philosophy.
"I can believe it, having experienced that myself. I must admit, it was shock learning that Maar exists. It makes me wonder about other gods in griffon faith, if they exist as well."
"Well, any such thing as 'gods' existing... that's another matter."
"I am interested. What are your thoughts on that?"
She looks down
"I... don't have quite the faith I had as a filly. There are some who say that much of what we think of as gods is actually wild magic, or mass hallucinations, and all of these various other explanations... but besides that... are these creatures really what we could call gods? Or are they just creatures like us. Creatures born of magic and not of earth, but creatures still... Not really a part of any kind of 'higher' moral or spiritual aspect of the world, but just another thing looking for its interests, indifferent to ours."
She looks back up to him
"Whether there are any gods, or if there is a spiritual dimension to the world at all... there is no doubt about how it affects the behavior of ponies, or most creatures. It adds a whole new dimension to how we behave, how we form our own values and views. I feel at times, many times, like we are abandoned by the larger universe, left to make our own way. But there is no doubt that what we think about the spiritual - even if we just project it - is a part of the measure by which we judge our lives and the universe."
Silver smiles at her.
"I like your view on the world. It is incredibly interesting. Or at least to me, it is. So, do think there is some kind of spiritual connection behind our alicorns? Or could anypony become one, provided they had right circumstances?"
"'Spiritual,' in the sense of having connection to some different, non-material plane of reality endowed with moral value the mundane and the magical are lacking? I don't know. I don't know if any such thing exists. They show up in the oldest tales after completing some daring tasks, and at the time of great crisis... They could just as easily be sent from the Universe, or normal ponies whose souls were harden into diamonds by the crises of Early Equestria. And then Twilight... you can say that it was Providence, the working of Harmony in the world to bring about a newer, higher concept of Harmony in the world. And I know many who say that. But the ponies around me say that this proves that it's nothing other than magic. Exceptionally strong magic, but nothing truly special or spiritual. I believe one thing one day and something else the next. But in my own kind of way I have never wavered in my faith in our mother of the nation...."
Silver smiles brightly at her.
"I am admittedly not best Celestialist, but as I figure it, there has to be something
special about alicorns that transcends normal ponies."
She smiles, albeit less brightly
"That, there is. Patience. Wisdom. Kindness... Celestia, in her time, was like the true Universal Emperor. Somepony, if pony she was, who truly had more virtue than anyone else, who could impart that virtue upon her subjects through careful lesson, and who by this virtue had the right to rule over all of ponykind and possibly beyond that. That is what most ponies thought. That is what Twilight and Cadence, or even Erebus Haygle tried to be, sometimes trying to be a "Philosopher King" as surely as a Universal Emperor... But Celestia succeeded."
Silver nods in agreement.
"Even if she only could do so once, she was only one who was worthy of using every Element of Harmony at same time. There is good reason why Celestialism exists."
She pauses for a moment, then answers
"Yes... I can see that. I can see that in the way her followers can. Her little ponies."
"Oh, if you do not mind me revisiting previous topic, how did you get your cutie mark?"
She smiles weakly, before returning to a neutral expression.
"Perhaps it's not surprising... I got it that day I saw the heavens move. Well, the sun at least, in the Summer Sun celebration."
Within a few minutes, a mare comes into the store. She wears a rather tattered blue sweater.[1d3 = 2]
Amber goes up to meet the mare with a smile. "Good morning! What can I get you today?"
When she comes in, she looks off to the side at rows of thicker clothing. It takes about two or three seconds for her to acknowledge Amber and look towards her
"I'm looking for something warm for myself and my son."
>>136330"There are sweaters right over here."
Amber leads her to the shelves containing the sweaters.
"Oh." She cautiously moves over to the sweaters, looking at them somewhat from a distance
Amber politely waits, looking around casually though staying close to the customer.
And now, she turns around slowly to Amber
"Uh, do you know anything that is maybe water proof, or won't get water logged? I'll be going to the mountains in a few weeks, and I wouldn't want to get soaked in the winter."
Amber tries to remember if the store carries any outdoor jackets or, barring that, which sweaters are woolen.
Woolen sweaters are marked separately. The cheaper sweaters are closer to being of "outdoors" quality to any of the more expensive and formal clothing
She nods, and picks up a blue one, inspecting it
"Any idea how it handles water?"
I guess I should roll survival to know:[1d20+1 = 9]
It's complicated, but generally the outer layers will absorb water while inner layers remain dry
She smiles, and look through the coats, taking at least two full minutes, perhaps even longer.
"I'll buy this one"
She shows a larger blue one
"And this one..."
A smaller blue one
"Well... I'll be buying shoes, I guess"
She says, looking at Amber with a kind of reticence
>>136345Wait, aren't there dedicated farriers? I was thinking of "shoes" as in literal horseshoes.
Amber looks a bit uncertain. "We do have shoes, but they're more for everyday or fancy use..."
>>136346Well yes. She never said she was expecting to buy them at the store
"You do?" She asks, with a slight surprise
Probably not. But wool socks, and scarfs as well? That's another matter
Amber thinks for a second, and replies, "Well, not the kind you want, probably. But I recommend looking at other cold-weather clothes like scarves, hats, and socks. They're better for buttoning up than just a jacket."
She nods, and goes towards where she believes these items to be located.
She comes back with a red cap, a red scarf, and two sets of woolen socks. All in mare sizes.
"Huh?" She looks back for a moment, almost confused
Amber grins and trots to the section containing socks. "I'll be back in a second!"
She searches for the size of socks she thinks would fit a colt who would wear the jacket she saw earlier.
She looks down at the socks, inspecting them intently, before taking them from Amber’s hooves.
“These will do”[1d2 = 2]
Amber blinks and responds, "Oh-okay, is that all?"
She looks up at Amber, and then down at the coats and other items.
“I... think so.”
This question causes her to pause for a minute, as she evidently had not considered it.
“I suppose I should.”
She asks the location of the dressing rooms, and is presumably directed there. It takes her maybe seven minutes, but she returns with the full set.
“It fits well enough.” Then she remarks “don’t know how well it works wet, though.”
Amber lightly says, "As long as you don't go swimming with your clothes or sleep without a cover, you should be fine,"
and gives a hopeful smile.
“Then I will buy the set.” She says
Amber leads the mare back to the counter to ring up the bill.
Before Amber can ring up the total, she brings out a small baggie with the old Equestrian coinage in it. It comes out to 23 bits, which she slides over.
Amber stares at the coinage, quickly thinking to herself. Miss Sewn didn't mention customers using old coins, did she? Maybe I have to ask her...
Also, is it numerically enough for the items?
High Sewn had previously mentioned something about items purchased with the old currency being secretly cheaper. It appears that the total cost of the items as listed is 25 bits.
Confident in her memory, then, Amber makes the transaction. "Safe travels on your trip,"
she says with a smile.
She nods, not smiling nor saying anything, and takes the set of clothing, loading it into a paper bag and leaving
Amber secures the bits in the cash register, makes whatever notes are necessary and resumes waiting.
>Fantasy Play dabs.
"Mr. Universe. Please, roll a death saving throw."
[1d20 = 10]
I might not have much time this week to play, but I hope that we can pick back up soon.
And it... looks like the Universe broke even>>136373Hopes
Silver, interested, leans forward in his seat.
"Tell me more!"
Can't play right now, finishing something urgent and on top of that I'm dizzy for no reason.
Every single one of you are cute ponies.
Yes, but just a visitor observing, not playing.
Take heart, the game will go on>t. Not involved, but GM is known to me and I speak with assurancethat's more than disingenuous, and I apologize. Im also Brie's player, and let me assure you that GM pays very close attention, and caters to all in time
Well, if you ever think maybe you wanna play you always can.
In any case, nice to see there are observers
The mare takes the items and leaves the store. High Sewn, watching the whole interaction, looks at the mare suspiciously.
One transaction down
Amber remembers to pick up the oversized clothing left behind and put it away on the right shelf.
The next mere to come in looks to be smaller, but also looks towards the sweaters and winter clothing. She has said nothing thus far.
Amber smiles happily and trots over to the mare. "Hello! What are you looking for?"
She turns around startled, and smiles awkwardly
“I was just... well, I wanted to get something for the winter, but...”
She looks around, then back to Amber
“I thought I’d get something stylish
She places a hoof forward as she emphasizes the last word
“You know, to celebrate my new job and all. Maybe find a stallion.”
Amber mulls this over for a second. "Okay!"
she says excitedly. "What did you have in mind?"
“I... don’t know”
She smiles widely, but very much awkwardly
“I’ve never been stylish before”
>>136543"I'm no expert, but I think stallions like colors that go with your mane, coat, or eyes, and clothes that fit you snugly. Or so I've read."
A slight blush tints her cheeks.
She lifts her leg up, and peaks forward, as if into a closer and secret room
“What do you have?”
And she looks back to Amber, and smiles again in an awkward but less toothy smile
“In the lower price range, eh heh”
>>136545"Mmm, I think maybe a dress might be best. We have different ones for all sorts of occasions, but also some that can be worn in most weather. Like mine, but more current."
She giggles quietly and leads the mare into the appropriate section.
Probably a majority of the space in the store is taken up by female formal attire; the fancier items are in the front, so that the two have to walk past them as they go. Some of the items looks as if they could be on the racks at the Carousel Boutique, or worn at the Opera House. The mare looks at them with awe, knowing she may never wear them. When they get to the back the items are almost disappointing after what came before, yet they still hold a sort of grandeur to them, with intricate lacing and soft colors, especially blues, that are usually simple but certainly effective.>>136547gasps
Amber looks to the dresses with a certain sense of longing herself, but she keeps her attention focused on the customer. "Does anything catch your eye?"
"Yes... This one"
She picks out a sky blue dress with green and dark blue frills at the bottom. It's not entirely clear that it's a cold weather dress, as it looks to be rather thin, more likely silk than wool.
>>136550"It looks very nice, but I think it's for warmer weather or indoor occasions."
Amber touches the fabric with the frog of her hoof. "Feel that?
It's silk: light and airy, but not warm at all."
She lightly rubs her hoof against it, smiling, and looking mystified.
"Huh? Oh... Yeah"
Amber looks for a dress of a similar style but of different material. "Let's see if there's one a bit warmer."
There's a larger, fuller dress that curls in rather than out at the bottom with no frills. It's a slightly darker shade of blue. This one must be cotton or wool
Amber gestures the mare over. "This one looks good! Want to try it on for size?"
"Ooh" She looks down at it, then takes it out, placing it against her. It looks somewhat large against her body, but appropriately so. After a pause, she says
Amber leads the pony to the fitting room and waits patiently, looking toward the entrance in case there are any new customers.
High Sewn herself stands by at the counter. The mare comes out after some minutes, wearing the dark dress
"How do I look?" She says, smiling. The dress is not tailored for her specifically, and thus is perhaps a little large, but there is no doubt that it has at least some sense of style and formality to it.
"Oh, great! Well, no... I don't think so at least. Maybe it would be nice to have one for more regular use and one for more formal wear, you know. More special occasions" She smiles in a strange sort of way, like she thinks she is implying something
Fantasy Play craves and wants your attention. This is bad. She needs to learn that the world doesn't circle around her.
Oh, we can discipline her alright