Post by Bardigan on Dec 20, 2012 16:57:53 GMT -5
A HEARTH'S WARMING CAROL
As presented by BARDIGAN and HIS LOYAL TROUPE OF THESPIANS
Funding and soundtrack by VINYL SCRATCH RECORDS
Cast:
Equinezer Scrooge-- Match Maker
Jacob Marley-- Romper
The Ghost of Hearth's Warming Past-- Rarity
The Ghost of Hearth's Warming Present-- Marble Memory
The Ghost of Hearth's Warming Future-- Big Macintosh
Bob Cratchit-- Fluttershy
Mrs. Cratchit-- Nettleglum
Tiny Tim-- Enigma
Fred-- Skyheart
Janet-- Bubble Berry
Belle- Derpy Hooves
Peter-- Pipsqueak
Martha-- A Very Happy Filly
Belinda-- A Very Glum Filly
Fezziwing-- Sugar Rush
Young Scrooge-- Solar Solstice
Donation Seeking Gentleponies-- Totally Not Lyra and Bon Bon In Moustaches
Narrator-- Bardigan and Comet Galaxy
Fred's Guests-- Lily, Rose, Daisy, Snowflake, Junebug, Pokey Pierce
ACT I
Vinyl_Scratch is sooooo rushed off her hooves! Running around, she hastily tries to talk to about twelve ponies at once while levitating about five objects in her magic and checking that all the setting is correct and the lights and the actors and that her own lines are learnt and *DEEEP BREATH*. Okay. "Ebenezer Scrooge!" she calls to Match, teasingly. "You all set?"
Match_Maker trots over to Vinyl. "As ready as I'll ever be. What do you think... Mare or Stallion for this performance?"
Romper chants his lines over and over, trying to commit them to memory. "See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it, I mock thee, horder of paper, flesh of trees, with each coin spent thou art spending thy humanity. The chains you forge in life drown you in the waters of the afterlife... okay. Yeah, okay, I can do this. I can do this. See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it..." Nervous, worried pony.
Derpy sees Spike and guards the punch zealously, though she only half understands why.
MArble is, as usual, at the wardrope. Reportedly he's been in that department now for four hours fussing and fidgeting over his costume, which he has changed 12 times and has driven the lead costumer to drink. The stallion suddenly shrieks and points to one sleeve. "It's one centimeter obtuse to the right one!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "HUMANITY, Romper?! XD"
<OOC> Romper says, "XD"
<OOC> Romper says, "PONY... anity...?"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch XD
<OOC> You say, "Ponanity."
<OOC> You say, "EQUINITY."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "how about INSANITY?"
Romper chants his lines over and over, trying to commit them to memory. "See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it, I mock thee, horder of paper, flesh of trees, with each coin spent thou art spending thy soul. The chains you forge in life drown you in the waters of the afterlife... okay. Yeah, okay, I can do this. I can do this. See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it..." Nervous, worried pony. (repose! XD)
Match_Maker straightens up. "I'll do my best." she says... "So ah... What should I be wearing for this first scene?"
Derpy shakes off an outfit from her many many layers. It lands on Match Maker.
Vinyl_Scratch hmm. "Male if you wanna be traditional! Female would be an interesting take on the original... your choice." She then trots into the costume room and rolls her eyes at her husband. "Marble, we're *ghosts*. It's not rocket science. Just wear exactly the same as me, okay?"
Bardigan adds a hat on Match's head. "Show me your grouchy face!"
Gilda enters just behind Spike, head slung low, looking suspiciously around, like someone might -see- her here. The griffon follows the dragon down the aisle.
The winds outside flare up briefly, followed by a flash of light and a distant rumble of thunder. A few moments later Firefly walks into the Hall, wingls folded, flicking an ear as she heads for a place to sit.
Rarity is, of course in the dressing room, with a few of the other actors (Since her demand for her own private dressing room was denied. Repeatedly) Still, she's POSITIVE she's the best looking ghost of Hearthswarming....oh...shoot what was it? Oh, right, yes, Ghost of Heartswarming Yore. No... no...Ghost of Heartswarming...um...Day? Night...Oh...Drat. Where is that thing with the lines in it...?
"That's no reason we shouldn't look like well-kept gho-- SPIDER!" Marble freaks out, leaping behind one of the many many carts of costumes. This s going to be a long night.
Gilda takes a seat next to Spike. She leans over and adjusts his bowtie.
Fluttershy has arrived.
Twilight_Sparkle teleports in from somewhere, in a flash of light. *paf*
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "BOB CRATCHIT. "
<OOC> Derpy is shocked by language!!
<OOC> Twilight_Sparkle says, "BAB CROTCHIT."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Language? I said TINSEL, Derpy."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch
<OOC> Gilda says, "CROTCH BABIT"
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "...O... O-Oh dear..."
Romper tries to learn more lines. "Thy soul, thy heart of death, rotten and black to the... ... the..." *thunk thunk thunk of hoof on forehead* ... "the darkest depths of thy being. The darkest depths... darkdest- darkest! Darkest..."
<OOC> Twilight_Sparkle giggles adolescently.
Firefly gives a nod to Twilight as she teleports into the Town Hall and grins to the unicorn. "To far to walk?" grinning.
Gilda calls back to Twilight. "Yo, over here. Spike's saving you a seat, it's the one he's on."
Skyheart glances over to a pony who's greeted him. Based on her comment she must be one playing his wife. "Um... Hello. Uh... I don't know if that's /exactly/ how things are going to play out but... er... You're supposed to be Janet, right? AAAAAHHH!" The sudden teleport freaks Sky out enough to send him backpedalling into a stage prop.
Match_Maker takes a deep breath and shows Bardigan her grouchy face. It's a VERY good one too, seeing as she starts to morph and warp her body. Soon she's... Well... She's not perfectly mimicing Nettleglum (she's a unicorn for one), but her grouchy, gaunt, and slightly scary form is borrowing heavily from the infamous Grimdark's shape.
Twilight_Sparkle grins back. "Oh, I did walk most of the way. But I've started reading this new book, 'How To Make an Entrance,' by Fillyson Gentlecolz. I'm practicing my moves."
Spike gives up his seat for Twilight, and sits on Gilda's back instead.
Vinyl rolls her eyes. Again. "Marble, just *come here* and let me re-adjust your costume! You look fine."
Gilda oof >:I
( Berry Punch nods enthusiastically to Skyheart! "They pulled me in. Always do, somehow! Want a cordial?" She offers the platter and the confections roll enticingly. )
Sundancer laughs. "It was nicely done too." then spreads her wings and flies over to wherever it is set aside for the Royal party to be.
Twilight_Sparkle smiles, and teleports a cup of cocoa into Spike's hands.
Bardigan pokes his head out of the curtain, making sure he is in the shadows, and peers at the gathering crowd. Simply seeing the audience is enough to give him a smile. Which quickly turns into a frown. Plays are serious business. He turns back and *yelps* at Match's sudden change. "Oh... oh, I forgot, the... changing, and. Yes," he says with few deep gasps. "Good work. FRED! BOB! Where are you? You're in the first scene!"
Berry is unfazed by Twilight's sudden arrival. She's a staunch Ponyvillian and is used to it.
Gilda says "Alright, let's get this trainwreck in motion."
Skyheart collides with Scrooges desk. Thankfully he was SUPPOSED to be on stage. "Uh... I think I'm
already here...." He says.
"You won't let the spider get me?" Comes the small, scared voice in the trembling white linens of the laundry. He swears, spiders know things.
( Comet Galaxy is beside Bardigan in an instant, nervously looking over her lines. Her hooves shiver a little as she clutches the papers. "Oh, oh my stars... Bardigan, I'm not sure this is really... I'm not... cut out, for... stage..." )
Gilda says "Hey, Twi, magic me some popcorn."
Vinyl sighs. "No, darling. I promise the spiders won't get you. Now come *on*." T-T
Derpy finally finishes peeling off wigs and outfits, and goes over to stand ready by the curtain, smiling placidly.
Applejack makes her way backstage to join the rest of the cast, ready to fill in if needed, and hoping said part doesn't involve a frilly dress of some sort. She trots into the dressing room with a bright smile in greeting to the others, but slows uncertainly as she passes Romper, stopping to tap him gingerly on the shoulder with a hoof. "Easy there, fellah. Ah'm sure you'll do fine! If ya don't give yerself a concussion, that is."
"H-here, Mr. Baridgan," says Bob Cratchett, although it's more like she's back *there*, in the shadows, the barest outline of her top hat and mutton chops visible as the stage lights filter through the curtain.
Romper jumps at the tap! Then grins to Applejack. "Hey, thanks," he says, chuckling nervously. "It's just so much to remember, but I think I got it. Mostly. They say it gets easier when you're out there in front of the lights, but I haven't ever done anything like this.
Twilight_Sparkle does. She even makes the bowl levitate. *paf* "Remember, Gilda. You're supposed to SHARE this popcorn."
( Ebeneezer 'GrimDark' Scrooge leers at Bardigan, tipping her horn towards him. "Pleasure." she says. "Alright. I guess I start... At the desk?" she asks, moving towards the prop. )
"Don't be silly. You won't even need to *look* at the audience. Pretend you're acting for the stars and not a crowd! Both of them watch your every move in utter silence, so it's essentially the same thing," Bardigan says a bit distractedly, quickly patting Comet on the back before turning to Skyheart. "Skyheart! Don't touch the scenery, that's the crew's job. Fluttershy, good to see you. Here, put these on!" And somehow, two separate costumes go flying towards them both from a single playwright's hoof.
Gilda looks cross with Twilight. "I know, I know. Hold it up so Lumpy-Arms can reach it once in a while. I'm not a /total/ jerk."
Derpy smiles at Applejack! She peers at her hair and becomes a little concerned. "Braaaid?" she asks the farmer urgently.
Skyheart ignores the rest of what's going on and takes his place just offstage after picking himself up.
Firefly sits back, unsure of LUna would make it or not, but at least she's making a showing. "Now if they only served good ale at these things."
( Comet gulps a little and steps out onto the stage. She might as well warm up the audience, as it were... she dips in front of the lowered curtains and smiles. "Fillies and gentlecolts, I welcome you all to a wonderful festive evening. Tonight, we are going to transport you far from your reality..." Just pretend they're stars, Comet... "And back in time... Tonight, we tell you a story of wonder! Of anticipation! But also, of the supernatural... Sit back in your seats, all, and prepare to be astounded." She dips back under the curtain and offers Bardigan her hoof. "Just like stars!" )
Chalice_Flame flies in and lands near the back of the group of ponies already gathered here. She's still got her leg brace on and she doesn't seem to want to draw attention to herself.
Derpy peeks out from stage right after Comet speaks, puzzled. She blinks at the audience.
Vinyl_Scratch is trying to drag her husband out to be with the rest of the crew and cast. Hoo boy.
MArble finally pokes his head out of the linens. "Okay... I'll cooperate." He puls himself out of the linens, a sock clinging to his flank like a cutie mark.
Bardigan quickly pulls Derpy back in and hurries over to the costume room. "It's near curtains! I better see some ghostly activity back here!"
( Berry Punch shrugs when her costar declines to take a cordial or coordinate their scene. She's used to winging things! She offers one to Bardigan. )
Gilda starts snoring loudly in her seat, leaning over against Twilight.
Bardigan takes the cordial and gulps it down, giving it back before he even gets out of hoof's reach.
Ghostly activity? Romper tries his best ghostly voice. "WooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooo. I am Jacob Marley, thy partner in life! OooooOOooooo..."
Vinyl_Scratch awards her husband's 'courage' with a kiss on the cheek as they join the other ponies backstage. Vinyl reads over her script anxiously.
Spike takes advantage to snag more popcorn.
MArble is still obsessing over his costume. then he gasps in horror at seeing some lint. He starts whacking at it wit a hoof. Die lint die!
Screenplay comes in looking around.
Twilight_Sparkle rolls her eyes. "Spike, is she drooling on me? I can't see."
Romper mutters to nopony in particular. "Wow, this stuff is harder than hard. I feel more nervous than when we went into the Changeling Queen's lair and Marble nearly died." He pauses, scratching his chin with a hoof. "It seems Marble nearly dies on every adventure..."
Spike peers down. "I don't *think* so." He tilts his head. "DO birds drool?"
Rarity is sitting in the dressing room (still) with an alarming number of hair sprays, make up cases, a hoof file, curlers, a styling wand, lip gloss, eye liner, Face powder, foundation, mascara, six different types of eye shadow, a bottle of lotion, and a large terrifying looking object, Rarity calls "The Exprience." Oh, she can't let her absolutely incredible outfit outshine HER on stage can she?!
Derpy allows Bardigan to pull her out of sight. She picks up a lint roller and carries it over to Marble helpfully.
Gilda blinks awake. "It's over? FINALLY, I thought it'd never end."
Twilight_Sparkle says "Gilda, do gryphons drool? I want to know for academic reasons."
Match_Maker goes and sticks her head through the door to Rarity's dressing room. "It's almost showtime. Move it or lose it!" she says, her face still a terrifying mix of changeling and Nettleglum-like death.
Spike says "Of COURSE it's not over! You haven't even finished your first bowl of popcorn yet!"
Gilda gives Twilight a dead stare. "...Sure, whatever. It's a recessive gene, or... some biological crap."
Twilight_Sparkle scribbles this in a notebook.
A magically amplified voice booms out: "Five minutes to curtain!" along with a squeal of magical feedback.
Gilda grabs a talonful of popcorn and looks at Spike. "Does she write down everything you make up about dragons?"
Spike says "No, of course not. She makes ME write it down."
"Braid?" Applejack echoes Derpy uncertainly. "Well, ah don't usually like ta fuss with-" But before she can argue, one of the ponies doting on Rarity, as if on queue, rushes over to swipe AJ's hat neatly off her head (with an indignant, 'HEY!', from AJ, of course), placing it on a nearby ponnequin before dragging a brush feverishly through her mane. "OW! Consarnit!" Can probably be heard in the audience. Wince. "Gently! GENTLY ah said!"
Berry Punch scarfs down the rest of her cherry cordials and savors them for a minute. Then she finally gets around to finding a costume.
( Comet is almost clinging to Bardigan by this point. Who knew such a usually confident pony could suffer from such dreadful stage fright? )
Twilight_Sparkle sips cider and peruses her program.
ANd behind the stage, to those creatures out there with ultrasonic hearing, there comes a high-pitched keening wail of panic.
And suddenly, the lights DIM. There's a bit of fumbling from the technical ponies who nearly plunge the room into pitch black. Then the lights are only dim. "Two minutes! Two minutes!"
Vinyl_Scratch glee! "Marble, this is soooo exciting! It's just like a concert! Aren't you excited?! Ohmigosh, ohmigosh."
"Places! Places now!" Bardigan shouts over a megaphone. "You there, stop brushing Applejack's mane! Places!"
Marble ten stares at the curtain. "O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O.. O-Oh dear..." Marbe suddent clings to his wife.
Derpy self-consciously stops braiding the farmpony's hair and moves to the curtains again.
Rarity pokes her head free of the dressing room and frowns, ears perking when she hears that irritating wailing from the megaphone. It's distracting from her applications! So she shuts and locks the door. Simple as that.
Chalice_Flame folds her three non injured legs underneth and gets ready to enjoy a show.
Match_Maker reaches out and grabs Rarity. "We're starting NOW." she half-shouts, attempting to drag Rarity to her place for the opening of the show. "Do NOT ruin this for the rest of us."
( A little orange filly trots in, looking for a seat. Spotting a familiar face, she sidles over to where Twilight and Spike are sitting - not to mention that *awesome* looking gryphon. "Hey, Twilight!" she says, plopping her blank flank down in a chair. )
Romper worries! Worry and stress. At least Marble won't be horribly killed this time. Probably not. Do ponies die on stage? They say 'break a leg'! ... uh oh.
<MAGIC VOICE> All actors ready for scene set.
Firefly is just...sitting there, watching the stage. She didn't even know what the play was about.
Derpy hears something like a buzz or a ding or something only she knows. Her eyes steadfastly tumbling about, she yanks on the curtain cord repeated with her mouth, reaching up to take another grip every two seconds. Jerkily, the curtain rises, revealing...?
Gilda shifts over to give the orange filly some space. "Watch it, kid."
The filly looks up a *little* fearfully at the gryphon, but then toughens. She casually flips her purple mop of a mane out of her eyes, offering a nod. "Sup."
The curtain rolls back onto what appears to be blackness. And then, one by one, details appear: a building with gentle candle glow from the frosted windows, a lamp post... a full snowy street with bustling ponies in the background. And one in particular, a dark brown stallion dressed in red scarf, steps out. Nopony will recognize Bardigan in *that* disguise, surely. "Marley was dead to begin with. No doubt whatsoever remained about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clerk, the clergypony, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it, finalizing the simple statement: Marley was dead. This must be understood if any good is to come of this tale." He gestures to Scrooge himself, who is highlighted nearby from the crowd. "Did Scrooge know? Of course! For he and Scrooge had been partners for... oh, I don't *know* how many years. He never painted out Marley's name in the sign above their door, and answered to both. Scrooge or Marley, Marley or Scrooge, it made little difference to him."
Rarity Gasps, and tosses Match's hooves aside. "Release me at ONCE darling, I'm PREPARING for my star role. Not ALL of use can just, instantly be whatever we want to be. "She snorts, dipping right back into the dressing room, and slamming the door- only to poke her head right back out. "And I don't even appear until the...um..." She dips back into the dressing room, with the sound of pages flipping wildly. "....Third scene! Plenty of time!" She snaps, and slams the door shut, only to open it again. "And RUIN it for you?! How DARE you, I, darling, am going to -enhance- it for you! HUMPH!" *S*L*A*M
Firefly hears a door slam somewhere, casually reaching for some tea she brought with her, taking a sip. "I hear Rarity is here."
<OOC> Fluttershy says, "(movie sign)"
( Comet Galaxy walks alongside Bardigan, looking around at the scene. "Jacob Marley and Equinezer Scrooge were shrewd moneylenders. Scrooge had, of course, retained the business after Marley's death, *and* thought little of it... You see..." A little breeze blows across the stage, and Comet shivers. "Scrooge was a tight-fisted hoof at the grindstone. A squeezing, wrenching, selfish and covetous old pony. And he had been all his life. Everypony avoided him - even the blind's dogs would pull their ponies away from him, as if to say 'It is better to see nothing at all than to see the world with evil, dark master.'" )
'Scrooge' steps forward, dressed in his best as per his usual habit, reaching up with his horn to knock the 'snow' from the sign, grunting as he shoves his way into the shop. "Cratchet! My letters!" he says, tapping a hoof impatiently. It was the very thing he liked, to be feared, than to be loved. To warn all sympathy to keep its distance. Nuts to Scrooge, the knowing ones would say.
Gilda peers down at the orange filly. "Same as you, I bet. Waiting to see whether this trainwreck gets started or my butt falls asleep first."
In direct contrast to Scrooge's somber march up to his place of business, a chipper young stallion in a thick, if tattered, brown coat, a long scarf and a messy top hat comes strolling up to the place. He knocks quickly before coming in at the sound of the bell. He has a grin on his face that could light up the dark bank. His voice is equally bright. "Happy Hearth's Warming, Uncle!"
Derpy peers out at the unfolding drama, eyes wide and a marveling expression on her face. She doesn't realize she's just visible to the audience.
And Bob...Bob Cratchett. Bob Cratchett, please come to the stage? Oops, there she is. Bob Cratchett, top hat tilted atop her pink mane, is shoved out onto the stage by a long wooden cane. SHe stumbles over to the fire and extends her hooves toward it, glancing back over her shoulder at the audience every couple of seconds.
Scrooge glares over at his nephew. "Happy Hearth's Warming... Bah. HUMBUG I say!" he says, climbing to his hooves. "What have you to be merry about? You're poor enough!" he snorts, before sliding a few bits over to a stack of already meticulously sorted cash.
The filly nods, then quietens as the play begins. She wonders if Rainbow Dash is anywhere in here? Maybe she's in the play itself! She'll know soon - Dash would *obviously* have a leading part.
Fred takes a slight step back. "Hearth's Warming? A humbug? Surely you don't mean that, Uncle. What have you reason to be so dismal about it. You're certainly rich enough." He gives Scrooge a playful jab and a laugh.
Derpy presses a button somewhere backstage and a swirl of fake, oversized snowflakes billow past the front of the scene in progress with a smooth =whoosh= of wind. Was she supposed to press that? No one can say, but she stands transfixed in delight before reaching to push it again.
Gilda eyerolls at the stage action. Seriously, these ponies have -boring- holidays. She takes a glance at the filly sitting next to her. Twilight's words about sharing the popcorn stick in her mind. Eh, what could it hurt. The griffon offers the bowl. "Here. If you're gonna be bored, it may as well taste good."
"H...humbug?!" screeches Cratchitt in her highest soprano. Then she seems to realize she wasn't supposed to say anything, droops her ears apologetically, and turns back to the fire.
"I DO mean it!" he says... Though for the life of him, he simply cannot think of a reason to give Fred. "Bah... Humbug." he mutters, going back to his banker's book.
MArble feels perhas a little romantic and leans toward his co-Present Ghost to smooch her cheek. Unfortunately his costume is rather long and he trips over it.
Scootaloo's eyes widen with positive *delight!* She reaches into the bowl and takes out a few kernels, popping them in her mouth and munching gratefully. "Gee, thanks!" she says, swallowing. "What's your name?"
Vinyl_Scratch is about to return Marble's kiss... until he trips on the floor beside her and faceplants.
Fred sighs. "Uncle, please. Won't you come dine with us tomorrow? Every year I offer an invitation and every year you decline. What reason have you for this?
Twilight_Sparkle watches Gilda and Scootaloo, a smile on her face.
Scrooge draws himself up and fairly LOOMS over his nephew, a menacing, forboding shadow. "I'll see you in Tartarus first." he snarls.
Fred takes a few steps back to keep himself from being stared down at. "But /why/, Uncle?"
Firefly angles an ear, tilting her head. "I've been to Tartarus..I did not see anypony like them there." wrinkling her nose a bit, then sipping some more tea. "Perhaps this was before my arrival...I shall have to ask a historian."
Gilda grins despite herself. "I'm Gilda. More -widely- known as the Baddest Bomber in Equestria. But I'm not from here. ...Who're you, kid?" Her tail twitches with curiosity.
Scrooge takes a deep breath, seeming to collapse in on himself a bit. "Why... Why did you get MARRIED?" he asks Fred, as if being married is one of the only things MORE heinously insane than wishing a Happy Hearthswarming eve.
Bob starts suddenly, glancing back over her wing again. Stiff-legged, she stumbles over to a bin full of crumpled-up papers - invoices, spreadsheets, Hearthswarming cards, and picks out one of the more disposable, taking it back to half-heartedly feed the fire.
Marble gets up and helps his wife up. And then he nervously gasps at all the lint and dust on their costumes.
Fred gasps in exasperation. "Why? WHY? Because I fell in love, Uncle. Why else would I get married?"
Vinyl_Scratch awws at Fred from backstage. She knows that feel, bro.
Scrooge snorts. "What a mule." he says, half to himself. "Good afternoon Nephew. The door is that way." the old, grumpy pony says, waving a hoof.
Berry Punch whispers to a fellow extra backstage: "No offense meant!"
"None taken."
Scootaloo straightens up, proudly. "I go by many names. Some call me the coolest kid in town, others call me a future Wonderbolt." She rubs a hoof across her chest. "I'd say both are true," she giggles, before extending her hoof. "But you need know only one. Scootaloo."
Fred again lets out a long sigh. "I am sorry to find you so resolute, Uncle. We've never had a quarrel you and I, but I cam all this way to give you greetings of the season and I'll keep my Hearth's Warming humor to the last so... A Happy Hearth's Warming, Uncle!" He says almost daringly as he tips his hat and backs out the door and off stage.
Gilda grins. She grips the foal's hoof in her talons and gives it a gentle shake. "You're funny, kid. I like your 'tude. D'you stunt?"
Fred peeks his head into the door and smiles. "And a Happy Hearth's Warming to you, too, Bob!" He ducks out again.
Firefly lowers her ears. "This Fred is just...TOO cheerful. I hope somepony boils him in his own pudding."
Bob Cratchitt dares to smile back...when she thinks Scrooge isn't looking, of course.
No sooner than it had closed, and the door opens again, with more ponies offering a Happy Hearth's Warming on their lips. They hold clipboards and pots which rattle with bits as they trot inside, and the first - a mare - offers Scrooge a warm smile. "Happy Hearth's Warming, sir!"
Scrooge starts up from his desk, horn glowing as he slams the 'door' on Fred. Then he turns slowly to regard 'FlutterBob', just as he starts to smile. "And you. Let me hear another sound out of you, and you'll keep Hearth's Warming by LOSING your situation." he says, before turning to yet ANOTHER interruption!
"Good Day Gentlecolts."
"Y-y-y-yessiiIIir," squeaks Flutterbob, Hearthswarming's favorite slide whistle. She gives a desperate, apologetic glance to the newcomers.
Another pony enters next to the mare, tipping his hat before removing it and fumbling with some papers in his saddlebag. "Ahh... This will be Scrooge and Marley's, right?" he asks the mare next to him, then back to Scrooge. "Have we the pleasure of addressing Scrooge or Marley, sir?"
Scootaloo glee! She shrugs a little, flipping her mane again. "Ah, well... I like to do tricks n'stuff, on my scooter. I've had, uh... recognition by some big names. Like... Rainbow Dash. She said I have 'nice moves'. That must be good, right? Comin' from *Rainbow Dash!*" the filly burbles, unaware of the gryphon's past with her idol.
Scrooge glances out the window at the sign. "Mr. Marley is dead. And has been for seven years. Why, he died seven years ago, this very night." he says, his eyes distant.
Romper-Marley, very faintly and ominously, makes a soft "woooooooooooooooo" noise. But it could be the wind. Nopony knows...! Ooooo...
The stallion's hoof slowly lowers, the paper coming with it. He and the mare share an uncomfortable glance. "Well, we've no doubt you're of a like mind when it comes to the venerable virtue of generosity, sir!" the colt says. "The winter's been especially harsh as you know, and the windigos are howling something fierce! Seein' as how this is the season our forefathers gave us this good land, it's customary to give a little ourselves. To lend a hoof to the needy among us, sir, as they've got little shelter to speak of." He hands out their credentials once again, waiting it seems for Scrooge to take them or Bob to hoof them over.
Gilda's brow furrows and she looks -significantly- unimpressed at the mention of Rainbow Dash. Ugh, SERIOUSLY? How small IS this town? Does EVERYONE know Dash, here? "Eh. Rainbow Dash, huh? Yeah, I used to fly with her, back in the day. She was pretty good." She turns to look down at Scoots, looking reflective. "The best, actually. I was the Almost Best, by a wide margin, but I was never like Dash. But forget that dork, she's not really that good of a friend when you get to know her."
Scrooge and Marely were INDEED of like mind when it came to generosity. That is to say, they were about as far from being generous as Discord was from being neat and orderly. "Excuse me I don't KNOW that." he says, taking the credentials and looking them over briefly.
Bob scampers forward, cringing as she moves into the range of Scrooge's scowl. "Um...hello, I'm...Flutter- I mean, Bob - I mean, Bob Marley - I-I mean Cratchitt!" She's just about to take the credentials when Scrooge snatches them away. Oh dear.
Angel jumps up and down from just in front of the first row of seated ponies waving small yellow flags with pink butterflies on them.
( Both gentleponies give Fluttershy cheerful smiles and Hearth's Warming Wishes. The mare turns back to Scrooge, frowning. "Oh, but it's quite common knowledge sir! The poor and destitute are among us, why, right outside the window..." And the strains of a few happy carolers comes floating in through the forbidding frosted glass. "And they need the help we can give, Mister Scrooge." )
Derpy presses the snowflake button again. Hopefully nothing goes blowing away in the resulting mini-gale.
Spike claps! So far the snowflakes are his favorite part.
Angel tosses Spike a small plastic lidded bucket. Inside, an arrangement of small gems from the "Crystal Snackables" company.
Scrooge snorts again. "Are the Rock Farms still open? The Poor Fields? The Treadmill and the Mule's law?" the gaunt stallion asks, not quite looming, but appears to be about to.
Firefly lifts an eyebrow at the wind. "Ohhh..something is happening."
"All very busy," the gentleponies agree. "But there's much what goes into them that doesn't come back out, Mr. Scrooge! They scarcely furnish Friendship's cheer. Ponies banging away at the rocks and seeing little return whatever riches they uncover. And the Paper Mill is a grind unlike any other. So we're endeavoring to set up a sort of common fund, sir, in the name of Harmony." The mare pulls out a quill. "What shall we scribe you for?"
Derpy frolics among the other backstage button happily, pressing them at random. The light gets eerily dark, then yellow, then spectrally inverted. o.o And then a swarm of lightning bugs buzzes through the scene. And a ripe tomato goes sailing through, propelled by a catapult. At that point, one of the stage hands grabs Derpy and drags her off for a talking to.
"Nothing." says Scrooge. "I don't make merry at this time of year. And I can't afford to make idle ponies merry either. I HELP to support the establishments i have mentioned, and those who are badly off, must go there."
Both ponies lament Scrooge's stubbornness with an audbile, synchronized sigh. "But many can't go there even if they want to. They're out in the hinterlands where monsters and creatures abound. It's far too great a distance already. You could die on the trip or die when you arrive, so many would rather die right here!"
Spike waves his thanks to Angel, and crunches loudly on the gems.
Angel smiles and salutes Spike, then returns to cheering for Flutterbob.
Scrooge's aura of menace and darkness seem to grow, a palpably malignant corona. "Then perhaps they had best go to the changelings and serve as their food. Perhaps THEN they shall be of some use to society."
( Scootaloo hears Gilda talking about Rainbow Dash like that, but it doesn't fully compute. Her poor brain seems to be overheating as she pushes squirming in her seat to a new level. "Not...not the best friend?" she echoes. "Pr...pretty good?" She frowns, looking uneasily back up at the griffon. "Uh, heheh... yeah. That's nifty. Uh... oh, look, the show's gearing up! Wonder how they did all that with the lights. Let's watch." She leans forward and watches, still as a statue, eyes wide. Apparently she doesn't want to talk with Gilda anymore for now. )
The aura of menace is so great that poor, timid little Bob is forces bodily back from the door. "H...Happy Hearthswarming," she squeaks to the solicitors...and then squeaks again, darting away. Now she's done it, she's sure.
There's a concerted gasp from the two gentleponies as they recoil in visible disgust! "You can't mean that sir," one says. "We're starved for love as it is, never mind giving it to the changelings! We need to show what love we can in these hard times," they try one last time.
Angel jumps up and woooos! Waving his little flags.
Scrooge thumps a hoof on the desk. "The cities are getting too crowded as it is! They had better find what they are to do, and do it quickly!" he says indignantly.
Gilda quirks her eyebrow, noticing Scootaloo's diminished interest. She knows enough to know when a kid is BSing her, and rolls her eyes at the filly. "Eh. Whatevs. Everyone's a fan I guess." She grumbles, munching some more popcorn and lifting the bowl to Spike.
<OOC> Gilda awws. She didn't mean to destroy Scoot's little world.
<OOC> Angel thinks it is Ok, Scootaloo's reality check bounced long ago.
The two ponies share a dismal glance with one another. "Well, then, I think-" the colt begins, but the mare shushes him. The two of them bow stiffly in unison, take their hats from the rack once more, and head for the door. "Happy Hearth's Warming!" they try as cheerfully as they can for Cratchit's sake... then exit the scene once again into the synthetic snow, leaving poor Bob alone with Scrooge in the dismal, dimly-lit office once again.
Firefly blinks. "And this is what passes for snow?" leaning over to Twilight. "What do you think, about six incehed of the real thing?" snickering.
Scrooge goes about the rest of the day with a vasty improved opinion of himself, as undeserved as it is. He stretches, his magic floating several books around him as he makes notes in each one. "Five shillings. Twelve pounds..."
"Um." There's another squeak from the dilapidated fireside desk as Bob makes his existence known once again. "I...um, M-Mister Scrooge, Sir, if it's okay with you, um, c-could I...I mean, I'd like - be assertive - I'dlikeHearthswarmingofffromworkifthat'sokaywithyou?"
Scrooge lowers his little glasses as he peers at Cratchetshy. "And I suppose you MUST have the whole day? It's not convenient! And if I were to dock you half a crown for it, You'd think yourself ill-used!" he says. He's not shouting, and oddly, he's never once shouted or screamed at Cratchet, no matter how upset he gets.
Twilight_Sparkle turns to firefly, and tilts her head. But she's had a glass of cider, by this time, and anyhow, she's always enjoyed adding a little verissimilitude to theater! She grins as mischievously as she can, being Twilight Sparkle, and moments later there's a dark cloud high above the stage, and little powdery snowflakes are drifting down.
Firefly snickers and grins. "A little realism never hurts..." then peers at Twilight. "Element of Magic, you had cider and did not share any?" holding out her half empty teacup. "Mayhaps might I dilute my tea slightly with your libations?"
Bardigan glances up from somewhere backstage at the ominous cloud. "Goodness," he says, "I hope that's within our budget."
Angel rumages in his little tote, having noticed Gilda. Ah! He DID have it! He tosses her a leg of ham with a 'sup' sistah' paw sign.
Twilight_Sparkle smiles. "Happy to help!" As with the popcorn and previous cider, she apparently teleports some more cider in from somewhere; Firefly's mug is suddenly full of warm cider, a little steam drifting up. "If it gets out that I've been working on THAT spell, next time they'll have me doing concessions."
Nomad quietly sneaks in through an upper balcony window. No no, he's not late at all. No way, not this pony. He's.. being polite. Yes. And not opening one of the main doors and letting the outside light in. Yes.
Spike stares at Angel with a mild look of horror, wondering where a rabbit gets ham.
Gilda blinks at the ham, then at the rabbit! Then flashes an enormous grin! And gives him a thumbs-up. "Arright, score, it -was- worth the effort dragging myself over here." She munches the ham delightedly.
"Um..." Cratchitt quails, leaning back into her desk and pushing it against the wall. "I-if it's...quite convenient, sir. I mean, you don't have to...it's only once a year..." SHe takes off her hat and holds it in front of her muzzle, grinning sheepishly over it.
Firefly sips her new blend and hmmmms. "Fear not Element of Magic, thy secret is safe with me." sitting back to see what happens to the Scrooge fellow next.
"Poor excuse for thieving from a hard-working stallion's pockets every year. But I suppose you MUST have the whole day." he says, before stalking over and leaning close. VERY close into Bob's face. "Be here all the earlier the next morning. Understand?"
Fluttershy drops her hat, eyes wide. "No sir! I-I mean, yes sir! I certainly will, sir!" And with her face full of joy and relief, she darts to the door before Scrooge can change his mind, barely remembering to reach back for her hat.
Scrooge nods, and dons his coat, stumping out into the street to head home. He watches Bob gallop on towards Ponyville as fast as 'his' little feet can take him.
Firefly sips her cider tea and angles an ear, still talking aside with Twilight. "I still think those beggars should be blasted into next summer." nodding matter of factly.
Twilight_Sparkle clicks her tongue, and remarks to Firefly, "Talk like that, and you might be visited by three spirit ponies with their own agenda."
Firefly sorts her feathers. "Bah...ghosts....entities that failed once to BE a ghost. And I've been to Tartarus...not ONCE did I see any ghosts that walked around going 'wooooooo' and waving plasctic chains. I am beginning to question the authenticity of this play."
Bardigan returns to the stage, shadowing Scrooge just as he shadows his employee. The playwright shakes his head. "Ahh, Scrooge. He carried his low temperature with him wherever he went. One could almost argue that he was half Windigo; some of the children swore up and down his coffee would freeze before it even reached his lips! He took his melancholy dinner at a melancholy tavern before taking himself to bed in his gloomy chambers. Furnished with architecture from old Unicornia, but the only glow of magic was the sputtering silver of Scrooge's own horn, which many would tell you looked quite bent in the right light. But he made a fire, if one could call it that, for it was scarce more than a bundle of embers that burned so low one would think they believed they had better things to do. And Scrooge, with his gruel, brooded over it, as was his custom..."
Angel keeps waving his little yellow flags with the pink butterflies on them to cheer on Flutterbob.
Scrooge grumbles to himself as he puts on his dressing gown and slippers, brooding over his gruel and sipping at it fitfully. He would have to buy another scuttle of coal tomorrow. He was down to his lasy pawfull of fuel. It's been a long day, and after this gruel is over... He shudders, remember the face of his dead partner on the doorknob.
Romper-Marley, just off-stage, drags the heavy chains across the wood of the stage. Clank, clink, clang... shrrrrrk, shrrrrrk, shrrrrk.
"WooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo... Scrooge!" A pause, then, "SCROOOOOOGE!" He accidently drops one of the chains, making a loud clang and a rattle, but it's okay. That helps the illusion. He gingerly hooks it back on his hoof, then flexes out his wings, taking a deep breath. Gotta be brave... can't be a fraidy pony in this time! He flap-flaps gently, lifting himself about an inch or two off the wooden deck. The large sheet he has draped over his body flutters as he pretends to be a ghost, ready to go on stage.
Scrooge fakes a gasps, clutching his cushions in terror, holding on tight to his couch to save himself from falling in a swoon.
Romper floats onto stage, his sheet billowing, blinking through the two eyeholes, his sheet covered in bank notes and ledgers. "Scro-ooooo-ooooge..." He floats over to center stage, although sharp-eyed ponies will see he's balancing on his rear left hoof.
Scrooge clutches his couch. "What do you want with me spirit! Why do you walk the earth in this shape?!"
Firefly blinks seeing the 'ghost'. "One wold think they would have borrowed some real ghosts from the Steward Nettleglum...I am sure she would be more than willing to loan them a few at little to no cost." sitting back, sipping more cider-tea.
Backstage, Bardigan scratches his head, feeling like there's an idea that should have come to him, but can't for the life of him think of what he was supposed to have thought.
Wobbling unsteadily, Romper-Marley tries to keep his wings tucked in as close as possible. "Much!" Booms the ghost, afixing his stare on Scrooge.
"... Can you sit down? Please?" asks Scrooge. "You're particular, to a shade." he murmurs. "What business returns you from the Summer fields?!"
Romper-Marley flitters down to the ground, his hooves hitting the wood with a distinctly unghostly clump. "I am your partner, Jacob Marley... See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it, the chains of my dispair; you and I, horders of paper, the flesh of trees, with each coin spent I spent my own soul. The chains I wear now were the chains I forged in life, drowning me in the waters of the afterlife..."
Scrooge glances around, fully expecting to find himself entwined in some fifty or sixty feet worth of iron chains. "Speak comfort to me Jacob. Say that I might avoid such a fate as yours!"
Gilda slumps over for the forty-th-- forty-fourth time since this dronefest started. The bowl is empty of popcorn, and Twilight stopped responding to talon pokes in the shoulder approximately SEVENTEEN HOURS AGO. She hangs the bowl upside down on Spike's head, and turns to look at Scootaloo. "Hey, kid. I'm bailing out. Y'wanna move over for me?" She looks like she wants to say something more, but the words aren't forthcoming.
Romper-Marley, now a bit more confident on his four hooves, tries to sound a bit more authorative with his voice, shaking his haunches to rattle the chains. "I have none to give! No time, no rest for my bones, no lingering in this world! My spirit never left the confines of our bit-changing hole, and none of Celestia's spirit entered our tiny hole! Our mortal lives, forever cut too short, no regret can save you, your life misused! As was mine, oh, such was I!"
Chalice_Flame seems to have to slumped over and fallen asleep, she's probably leaning slightly on which ever pony happened to be sitting next to her by now.
Firefly is awake and relaced. Hard cider did that. She was now best prepared to watch this play, though still thinks Scrooge is the hero.
Spike pushes the bowl back, wearing it like a helmet, and grins.
Scrooge sags back in his couch, nearly swooning. "Neigh! Neigh Jacob! Say there is yet some hope!" he begs.
With the clatter and clang of chains Romper-Marley billows his cloak. "You shall be visited by three spirits," he proclaims, "without their visits you cannot hope to avoid the path I tread! Expect the first tomorrow, when the bell tolls one!"
Scrooge pauses. Alright. This isn't so bad... "Could I...erm... take'em all at once and get it over with?" he asks, his horn lighting as he sips his gruel. This frightening creature...
Romper-Marley shakes his chains some more! "Neigh, you cannot, for the second will come at the next night at the same hour, the third upon the night after that, when the last stroke of twelve has ceased to vibrate! Look no more upon me, pony, and for your sake remember my words!" Romper steps backwards, floating a little, and then slips off stage.
He drifts backwards, out into the wing, safely out of view. Then lands, slips, stumbles and comes down in a crash of chains. Ow. At least he's offstage...
Scrooge trembles exceedingly as the spectre departs. He goes to his front 'door' and makes a show of locking himself in with each and every bit of chain. Then he paces back and forth. "Neigh... T'was but a dream. A trick of my magic upon my old mind.' he says. And, much in need of repose, he went straight to bed, and fell asleep upon the instant.
Firefly can't help but snicker. "Poor foal, anypony knows doors and locks mean nothing to a ghost who can just float through them." and sips more of her cider.
<OOC> Scrooge bows to Luan.
( Luna. )
Gilda nudges Spike. "Hey, tell Twilight I'm outta here. This thing bit the dust hours ago."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Heh. Short attention span much? :-:"
<OOC> Spike says, "She has the combined attention spans of a kitty and a bird."
Spike says "Aw. Okay. See you later?"
<OOC> Firefly laughs
<OOC> Gilda says, "There are no griffons in this play. Boooo."
<OOC> Luna says, "So, slightly less than Apple Bloom."
<OOC> Angel says, "Hey, no bunnies either!"
<OOC> Twilight_Sparkle says, "Except the Gryphon of Christmas Boredom."
Gilda nods. "Yeah, I'll meet you back at the library for a nightcap or something. Lates, shortstack."
Twilight_Sparkle distractedly waves a hoof to Gilda.
Angel sits and nibbles on some lettuce while waiting for the real star to return, Bob Cratchet.
The lights flicker, and at first...there is nothing- then a great and glorious CRASH followed by a BANG and this is followed by a hot jet of smoke. If anypony thought that was the reveal of the ghost of Hearthswarming's past, they might be mistaken, because a few moments later Rarity comes rushing onto the stage, out from the right wing, looking sheepish and mouths something that looks a lot like "Fire Extingisher" To somepony in the wings. She pauses, slowly turning towards the audience, and flashes a sheepish sort of grin, before throwing a hoof dramatically towards the seats. "..." And waits....and waits...and then turns to the wings and hisses. "There is SUPPOSED to be a chime!" She snorts, and blanches when one of the stagehoofs shrugs. ".......BRRRRING. BRRRIIIING! I am the Ghost of Hearthswarming Eve's Past!"
( Scrooge, rather nonplussed by Rarity's entry, blinks and stares up from the matress laying in the middle of the stage. "What art thou, fell shade? Are you the spirit, whose coming was fortold to me?" )
Rarity strides onto the stages towards Scrooge, wearing a bright white showl encrusted with glittering rubies and a face full of makeup that is FABULOUS. "Darling, -I- am the spirt of the past. "She announces.
Gilda pushes her way out of the row of seats she's in, and shuffles down the aisle. She gives a last glance at the stage before stretching her wings, pushing open the door, and taking off. Woosh!
Spike stands up and applauds at Rarity's entrance.
Scrooge blinks, but goes with it. "I see. And are you the chance and hope that Jacob procured for me? Why business bring thee here?"
Firefly leans over to Twilight as Spike stands. "I see thy assistant has a thing for Miss Rarity." then giggles. "Does he know he is...dare I say it, out of his Element?"
Rarity tosses her mane with a well practices toss and flashes a lovely smile towards the audience. "Your well being, of course!" She announces.
Spike smiles dreamily and nearly melts, feeling like Rarity is looking right at him. You can practically see the little hearts floating above his head.
Scrooge, having no better answer, decides to be smart, as a means of distracting his own attention. "Perhaps a night of unbroken rest would be more conducive? Beauty sleep you know."
Rarity rolls her eyes immediately. "Darling, you would need to sleep for one hundred Yea-errrr, No no, darling. I gurentee, this, is going to be MUST more benifical to you. "She exclaims, and STOMPS her hoof. ..... And...STOMPS her hoof .....And then turns and glances off to the side. After a few moments, a *SQUEAKY* backdrop slowly slides into place behind them of the country side...
Now Match Maker, in her masculine and be-nightcapped persona, still rather twisted by sleeplessness and resentment, leans forward to gaze at the scene before her. Er, him. "Most beneficial? Surely you don't suggest--" But a better look changes his tune to a more mystified key. "Good Heaven! I was sired in this place. I was a colt here!"
Rarity looks around quietly, wincing at Scrooge's announcement. "Ugh, yes, that is most unfortunate, and I AM dreadfully sorry dear. What is that upon your face? Are you crying darling? I don't blame you. Anyhow, Lets see....ummm... AHEM. Lets uhm...Errr...Do -YOU- remember the way, Scrooge?
As they speak, a carefree group of colts pelts past, kicking up the snow. "Last one home is a stinky minotaur! I'm going to eat *all* the figgy pudding!" they shout, taking absolutely no notice of Past and Scrooge.
Scrooge seems a little perturned at the comment about his face. He pushes back his nightcap and grimaces. "This... this is simply my natural countenance, spirit. If you find it ugly, perhaps you should direct your attentions elsewhere!" But Scrooge's attention is already elsewhere. He walks forth into the scene, marveling at each gate, post and tree, past soe shaggy ponies pulling a modest cart, until they arrive at a schoolhouse. "Why, that was Chip! And darned if those werren't Caramel Crunch and Snookums!" He laughs from a place long dusty. "But is there anypony left in the schoolhouse? Why am I drawn this way?"
( The pony who's been sleeping since practically the play began rolls over in her seat, dunking her muzzle right into the flagon of lumpy goo Nettleglum had prepared as if her beloved princess were pleasant. Instead of drowning, the sleeping mare swallows it all, and the aftertaste when she wakes up will DEFINITELY teach her a lesson about being polite to performers. )
<OOC> Dusk says, "Figgy pudding. :-)"
<OOC> Luna can't resist Nettleglum's cooking, okay? It reminds her of her childhood.
Rarity sighs a dramatic sigh and trots forward and gestures towards a place on stage. The lights dim, and on the other side of the stage, a spotlight appears. Rarity sighs, and the light quickly zooms over to where she's pointing- over a small foal sitting alone and quiet. "No, Darling. The school is NOT empty...there is somepony there, as you can see. A sad little thing, neglected by his friends, is left there, still. "She explains.
There is, indeed, a young colt brooding in the classroom, forlorn and solitary as he bent over to read the book on his desk. He looks very much like a certain machinist-pony, but younger...actually youger, and not merely in costume. Hmm. Regardless, there he is, sinking into his seat as those the words on the pages were dragging him in, keeping him restrained in his prison of words that have no meaning. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Scrooge peers through a window at the solitary figure engrossed in his book, and sniffles. He wipes a nothing ness off his face. "Yes, I know," he answers the Ghost. "Neglected, yes, but not alone. Ali Baba is with him, and the Sultan's groom, and the chimaera, and Herpules and the hydra, and the dread windigo." In succession, the miser laughs and cries, turning a profile to the audience. "How I wish...ah, but it's too late now."
<OOC> Luna says, "Ah, Derpules. We are SO GLAD we didn't sleep with him."
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "... O... O-Oh dear..."
Rarity trots past scrooge, looking towards the little one in the seat, then towards the older codger, and waggles a hoof. "Well...you...certainly look as if you know him...But tell, Scrooge? What is it? What is too late, hmm?"
Scrooge sighs, eyes on his younger self. "Ah... there were some colts singing Hearth's Warming songs at my door the other day... I... I only wish I'd given them something, that's all," he mumbles.
Rarity Grins quietly, trotting forward. "Oh, darling, I think we can work with that. "She exclaims, and the spotlight goes out, turning to full lights, revealing Scrooge pacing back and forth, a young adult now- with a seamless scene change, leaving Rarity looking...in awed at the stagehooves. They shrug. She shrugs.
Scrooge looks anxiously between the swiftly rearranging furnishings and the Ghost, and then, seeing himself a bit older in the same schoolhouse, shakes his head mournfully.
Without warning, a young filly comes charging in, heading directly for the young Scrooge. A pony quite beside herself with happiness, her yellow cheeks all aglow under her mop of a mane. Though only around half the height of young Scrooge, she manages a flying leap at his neck, wrapping her hooves around him as her dress flaps behind her. "Brother! Brother! I've got the most wonderful news! Are you ready?!" she gasps, breathlessly.
Should anypony care to observe carefully, they might notice the tendrils of cold, lingering shadow that waft about the changing stage, and in particular around the young Scrooge, who before the audience's very eyes ages several years as he gets up to replace the book into a shelf that shifts right into its position. The young Scrooge becomes animated as the filly suddenly bursts in and embraces him. "My word, little Fan, such energy!" he declares, in a baritone half-full in adolescence. "What's happened?" Already he begins to smile, so infectious is little Fan's excitement.
"What else?!" the excitable filly babbles, running in speedy circles around Solar. "I've come to bring you *home!* Home, home! Isn't it wonderful? Father was in such a wonderful mood last night, you'd think he was a rock farmer striking gold! I wasn't afraid to ask him about you, whether you should come back, and he said..." She stops and puts her forehooves up on his chest, speaking in an awed hush. "He said 'Yes!' And you're to be apprenticed at a party maker's warehouse outside Manehattan! You're going to be a *real stallion*, Equinezer! And you're coming home!"
Rarity gives a heavy sigh, gesturing towards Fan quietly. "Your Sister...a frail sort. But a huge heart darling, absolutely and true. "She explains more so to the audience
The young Scrooge gazed at his sister blankly, as if struck by disbelief, but soon he began to smile, and smile so big. "Home," he says, the words like sweet honey in his mouth. "Let's go, Fan. I can't wait!" And so they did, the scene shifting at once as they came to a grand drawing room and enjoyed themselves, quaffing wine and good food and experiencing the bliss of good company. Yet, even then, the scene starts to fade...
Scrooge gasps quietly, nodding and admiring the delicate creature... his sister, now gone. Fan. "Yes, yes, true. I will not gainsay it, Celestia forbid."
"You're never going to guess," Fan says, her voice growing ever more distant, as though through a long tunnel as the scene darkens. "Your new boss' name is *Fezziwing!* Have you ever heard such a name? Even worse than poor Cucumber Crunch..." And Fan is suddenly gone, from the stage and from the world.
Rarity looks on quietly, for a few moments, before she sadly shakes her head. "...Your sister, dear, sadly, died a young mare. But I believe she had...a foal? Yes? The only family you've left.... A son. Your nephew, Darling. Fred, as I recall. "She says quietly, gives her mane a practiced toss, and turns towards the left of the stage. "I think, dear, it is time to see another Hearthswarming. Come along. "She says and the lights change along with the scenery- another seamless change that leaves Rarity utterly baffled and staring. Fezziwing is seated at a high desk, busily writing something
Match Maker's Scrooge nods along and agrees with the Ghost of Hearth's Warmings Past. "Yes, one child. Yes... a breath could have wilted her! And... and did." He grows distant and macabre for a few moments while the next scene is assembled. "Why, it's Fezziwing!" He laughs rustily, pieces of something harsh breaking away. "Good old Fezzwing, alive again!"
Sugar_Rush sits, writing at his high desk. He is dressed in a waistcoat and vest, his mane done in the style of a Welsh wing. He looks at the clock, then claps his hooves together gleefully. He closes his accounting book, and calls out! "Yo-ho, Equinezer! Yo-Ho, Dick! It is seven o'clock!"
The young Scrooge walks from off stage this time, a little older, and dressed in some proper clothes. He and his partner, Whickers, give their pleasantries to Fezziwing as they come to him. "Mr. Fezziwing, sir?" said the young Scrooge. "Shall we get to it?"
Rarity Watches- things happening quickly. Apperently one of the stagehooves got reprimanded, or somepony took the bottle away. Even so, the scene moves at a good pace- the props cleared away for a dance to begin. Fiddles are pulled out, music begins, and Fezziwing's daughters appear, one by one, until Belle arrives, and Scrooge is clearly smitten. and rolls her eyes. "This is going faster than I thought...hmmm may still be some time to get to the spa...ANYWAY, Look at these silly ponies darling. Being silly and nothing you can do about it. Is it not a small thing, to make them so? Such gratitude and joy? And what did he do? Spend a few measly bits on a party. Humph...I could have done better, really...I mean, does he really deserve suchs praise darling?
Sugar_Rush smiles down to his two apprentices. "No more work tonight, my fine colts! It is Hearthwarming's Eve, Whickers! Hearthwarmming, Equinezer! Now, have those shutters up before a pony can say Jack Trottingson!", he calls out in a voice that is overflowing with joy and goodwill.
<OOC> Rarity says, "Whoops, slide that one right behind Sugars!"
<OOC> Sugar_Rush snickers, "Afraid I'll upstage you, Rarity?"
<OOC> Skyheart says, "Well Fezziwig is meant to the be the focus of this scene so... "
<OOC> Rarity says, "...U, Upstage. ME?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...Haaaa."
"Whickers, to be sure," mutters Scrooge happily. "Bless me, there he is. He was very much attached to me, was he, Whickers. Poor Whickers. Whickers. Such a funny name, Whickers. Hm!" He repeats it to himself a few more times, facing away until the Ghost regains his attention. "The... the spa?" An eyebrow is almost raised, but the actor doesn't quite have control of it. "Why... it isn't that, Spirit! He has the power to render us happy or unhappy... to make our service light or burdensome, a pleasure or a toil! Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count them up: what then. The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune."
Rarity seems somewhat distracted, glancing off towards one of the wings. "Hmm? Err, what is it?" She quips quietly towards the other pony, before glancing back off into the wings...
As presented by BARDIGAN and HIS LOYAL TROUPE OF THESPIANS
Funding and soundtrack by VINYL SCRATCH RECORDS
Cast:
Equinezer Scrooge-- Match Maker
Jacob Marley-- Romper
The Ghost of Hearth's Warming Past-- Rarity
The Ghost of Hearth's Warming Present-- Marble Memory
The Ghost of Hearth's Warming Future-- Big Macintosh
Bob Cratchit-- Fluttershy
Mrs. Cratchit-- Nettleglum
Tiny Tim-- Enigma
Fred-- Skyheart
Janet-- Bubble Berry
Belle- Derpy Hooves
Peter-- Pipsqueak
Martha-- A Very Happy Filly
Belinda-- A Very Glum Filly
Fezziwing-- Sugar Rush
Young Scrooge-- Solar Solstice
Donation Seeking Gentleponies-- Totally Not Lyra and Bon Bon In Moustaches
Narrator-- Bardigan and Comet Galaxy
Fred's Guests-- Lily, Rose, Daisy, Snowflake, Junebug, Pokey Pierce
ACT I
Vinyl_Scratch is sooooo rushed off her hooves! Running around, she hastily tries to talk to about twelve ponies at once while levitating about five objects in her magic and checking that all the setting is correct and the lights and the actors and that her own lines are learnt and *DEEEP BREATH*. Okay. "Ebenezer Scrooge!" she calls to Match, teasingly. "You all set?"
Match_Maker trots over to Vinyl. "As ready as I'll ever be. What do you think... Mare or Stallion for this performance?"
Romper chants his lines over and over, trying to commit them to memory. "See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it, I mock thee, horder of paper, flesh of trees, with each coin spent thou art spending thy humanity. The chains you forge in life drown you in the waters of the afterlife... okay. Yeah, okay, I can do this. I can do this. See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it..." Nervous, worried pony.
Derpy sees Spike and guards the punch zealously, though she only half understands why.
MArble is, as usual, at the wardrope. Reportedly he's been in that department now for four hours fussing and fidgeting over his costume, which he has changed 12 times and has driven the lead costumer to drink. The stallion suddenly shrieks and points to one sleeve. "It's one centimeter obtuse to the right one!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "HUMANITY, Romper?! XD"
<OOC> Romper says, "XD"
<OOC> Romper says, "PONY... anity...?"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch XD
<OOC> You say, "Ponanity."
<OOC> You say, "EQUINITY."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "how about INSANITY?"
Romper chants his lines over and over, trying to commit them to memory. "See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it, I mock thee, horder of paper, flesh of trees, with each coin spent thou art spending thy soul. The chains you forge in life drown you in the waters of the afterlife... okay. Yeah, okay, I can do this. I can do this. See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it..." Nervous, worried pony. (repose! XD)
Match_Maker straightens up. "I'll do my best." she says... "So ah... What should I be wearing for this first scene?"
Derpy shakes off an outfit from her many many layers. It lands on Match Maker.
Vinyl_Scratch hmm. "Male if you wanna be traditional! Female would be an interesting take on the original... your choice." She then trots into the costume room and rolls her eyes at her husband. "Marble, we're *ghosts*. It's not rocket science. Just wear exactly the same as me, okay?"
Bardigan adds a hat on Match's head. "Show me your grouchy face!"
Gilda enters just behind Spike, head slung low, looking suspiciously around, like someone might -see- her here. The griffon follows the dragon down the aisle.
The winds outside flare up briefly, followed by a flash of light and a distant rumble of thunder. A few moments later Firefly walks into the Hall, wingls folded, flicking an ear as she heads for a place to sit.
Rarity is, of course in the dressing room, with a few of the other actors (Since her demand for her own private dressing room was denied. Repeatedly) Still, she's POSITIVE she's the best looking ghost of Hearthswarming....oh...shoot what was it? Oh, right, yes, Ghost of Heartswarming Yore. No... no...Ghost of Heartswarming...um...Day? Night...Oh...Drat. Where is that thing with the lines in it...?
"That's no reason we shouldn't look like well-kept gho-- SPIDER!" Marble freaks out, leaping behind one of the many many carts of costumes. This s going to be a long night.
Gilda takes a seat next to Spike. She leans over and adjusts his bowtie.
Fluttershy has arrived.
Twilight_Sparkle teleports in from somewhere, in a flash of light. *paf*
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "BOB CRATCHIT. "
<OOC> Derpy is shocked by language!!
<OOC> Twilight_Sparkle says, "BAB CROTCHIT."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Language? I said TINSEL, Derpy."
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch
<OOC> Gilda says, "CROTCH BABIT"
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "...O... O-Oh dear..."
Romper tries to learn more lines. "Thy soul, thy heart of death, rotten and black to the... ... the..." *thunk thunk thunk of hoof on forehead* ... "the darkest depths of thy being. The darkest depths... darkdest- darkest! Darkest..."
<OOC> Twilight_Sparkle giggles adolescently.
Firefly gives a nod to Twilight as she teleports into the Town Hall and grins to the unicorn. "To far to walk?" grinning.
Gilda calls back to Twilight. "Yo, over here. Spike's saving you a seat, it's the one he's on."
Skyheart glances over to a pony who's greeted him. Based on her comment she must be one playing his wife. "Um... Hello. Uh... I don't know if that's /exactly/ how things are going to play out but... er... You're supposed to be Janet, right? AAAAAHHH!" The sudden teleport freaks Sky out enough to send him backpedalling into a stage prop.
Match_Maker takes a deep breath and shows Bardigan her grouchy face. It's a VERY good one too, seeing as she starts to morph and warp her body. Soon she's... Well... She's not perfectly mimicing Nettleglum (she's a unicorn for one), but her grouchy, gaunt, and slightly scary form is borrowing heavily from the infamous Grimdark's shape.
Twilight_Sparkle grins back. "Oh, I did walk most of the way. But I've started reading this new book, 'How To Make an Entrance,' by Fillyson Gentlecolz. I'm practicing my moves."
Spike gives up his seat for Twilight, and sits on Gilda's back instead.
Vinyl rolls her eyes. Again. "Marble, just *come here* and let me re-adjust your costume! You look fine."
Gilda oof >:I
( Berry Punch nods enthusiastically to Skyheart! "They pulled me in. Always do, somehow! Want a cordial?" She offers the platter and the confections roll enticingly. )
Sundancer laughs. "It was nicely done too." then spreads her wings and flies over to wherever it is set aside for the Royal party to be.
Twilight_Sparkle smiles, and teleports a cup of cocoa into Spike's hands.
Bardigan pokes his head out of the curtain, making sure he is in the shadows, and peers at the gathering crowd. Simply seeing the audience is enough to give him a smile. Which quickly turns into a frown. Plays are serious business. He turns back and *yelps* at Match's sudden change. "Oh... oh, I forgot, the... changing, and. Yes," he says with few deep gasps. "Good work. FRED! BOB! Where are you? You're in the first scene!"
Berry is unfazed by Twilight's sudden arrival. She's a staunch Ponyvillian and is used to it.
Gilda says "Alright, let's get this trainwreck in motion."
Skyheart collides with Scrooges desk. Thankfully he was SUPPOSED to be on stage. "Uh... I think I'm
already here...." He says.
"You won't let the spider get me?" Comes the small, scared voice in the trembling white linens of the laundry. He swears, spiders know things.
( Comet Galaxy is beside Bardigan in an instant, nervously looking over her lines. Her hooves shiver a little as she clutches the papers. "Oh, oh my stars... Bardigan, I'm not sure this is really... I'm not... cut out, for... stage..." )
Gilda says "Hey, Twi, magic me some popcorn."
Vinyl sighs. "No, darling. I promise the spiders won't get you. Now come *on*." T-T
Derpy finally finishes peeling off wigs and outfits, and goes over to stand ready by the curtain, smiling placidly.
Applejack makes her way backstage to join the rest of the cast, ready to fill in if needed, and hoping said part doesn't involve a frilly dress of some sort. She trots into the dressing room with a bright smile in greeting to the others, but slows uncertainly as she passes Romper, stopping to tap him gingerly on the shoulder with a hoof. "Easy there, fellah. Ah'm sure you'll do fine! If ya don't give yerself a concussion, that is."
"H-here, Mr. Baridgan," says Bob Cratchett, although it's more like she's back *there*, in the shadows, the barest outline of her top hat and mutton chops visible as the stage lights filter through the curtain.
Romper jumps at the tap! Then grins to Applejack. "Hey, thanks," he says, chuckling nervously. "It's just so much to remember, but I think I got it. Mostly. They say it gets easier when you're out there in front of the lights, but I haven't ever done anything like this.
Twilight_Sparkle does. She even makes the bowl levitate. *paf* "Remember, Gilda. You're supposed to SHARE this popcorn."
( Ebeneezer 'GrimDark' Scrooge leers at Bardigan, tipping her horn towards him. "Pleasure." she says. "Alright. I guess I start... At the desk?" she asks, moving towards the prop. )
"Don't be silly. You won't even need to *look* at the audience. Pretend you're acting for the stars and not a crowd! Both of them watch your every move in utter silence, so it's essentially the same thing," Bardigan says a bit distractedly, quickly patting Comet on the back before turning to Skyheart. "Skyheart! Don't touch the scenery, that's the crew's job. Fluttershy, good to see you. Here, put these on!" And somehow, two separate costumes go flying towards them both from a single playwright's hoof.
Gilda looks cross with Twilight. "I know, I know. Hold it up so Lumpy-Arms can reach it once in a while. I'm not a /total/ jerk."
Derpy smiles at Applejack! She peers at her hair and becomes a little concerned. "Braaaid?" she asks the farmer urgently.
Skyheart ignores the rest of what's going on and takes his place just offstage after picking himself up.
Firefly sits back, unsure of LUna would make it or not, but at least she's making a showing. "Now if they only served good ale at these things."
( Comet gulps a little and steps out onto the stage. She might as well warm up the audience, as it were... she dips in front of the lowered curtains and smiles. "Fillies and gentlecolts, I welcome you all to a wonderful festive evening. Tonight, we are going to transport you far from your reality..." Just pretend they're stars, Comet... "And back in time... Tonight, we tell you a story of wonder! Of anticipation! But also, of the supernatural... Sit back in your seats, all, and prepare to be astounded." She dips back under the curtain and offers Bardigan her hoof. "Just like stars!" )
Chalice_Flame flies in and lands near the back of the group of ponies already gathered here. She's still got her leg brace on and she doesn't seem to want to draw attention to herself.
Derpy peeks out from stage right after Comet speaks, puzzled. She blinks at the audience.
Vinyl_Scratch is trying to drag her husband out to be with the rest of the crew and cast. Hoo boy.
MArble finally pokes his head out of the linens. "Okay... I'll cooperate." He puls himself out of the linens, a sock clinging to his flank like a cutie mark.
Bardigan quickly pulls Derpy back in and hurries over to the costume room. "It's near curtains! I better see some ghostly activity back here!"
( Berry Punch shrugs when her costar declines to take a cordial or coordinate their scene. She's used to winging things! She offers one to Bardigan. )
Gilda starts snoring loudly in her seat, leaning over against Twilight.
Bardigan takes the cordial and gulps it down, giving it back before he even gets out of hoof's reach.
Ghostly activity? Romper tries his best ghostly voice. "WooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooo. I am Jacob Marley, thy partner in life! OooooOOooooo..."
Vinyl_Scratch awards her husband's 'courage' with a kiss on the cheek as they join the other ponies backstage. Vinyl reads over her script anxiously.
Spike takes advantage to snag more popcorn.
MArble is still obsessing over his costume. then he gasps in horror at seeing some lint. He starts whacking at it wit a hoof. Die lint die!
Screenplay comes in looking around.
Twilight_Sparkle rolls her eyes. "Spike, is she drooling on me? I can't see."
Romper mutters to nopony in particular. "Wow, this stuff is harder than hard. I feel more nervous than when we went into the Changeling Queen's lair and Marble nearly died." He pauses, scratching his chin with a hoof. "It seems Marble nearly dies on every adventure..."
Spike peers down. "I don't *think* so." He tilts his head. "DO birds drool?"
Rarity is sitting in the dressing room (still) with an alarming number of hair sprays, make up cases, a hoof file, curlers, a styling wand, lip gloss, eye liner, Face powder, foundation, mascara, six different types of eye shadow, a bottle of lotion, and a large terrifying looking object, Rarity calls "The Exprience." Oh, she can't let her absolutely incredible outfit outshine HER on stage can she?!
Derpy allows Bardigan to pull her out of sight. She picks up a lint roller and carries it over to Marble helpfully.
Gilda blinks awake. "It's over? FINALLY, I thought it'd never end."
Twilight_Sparkle says "Gilda, do gryphons drool? I want to know for academic reasons."
Match_Maker goes and sticks her head through the door to Rarity's dressing room. "It's almost showtime. Move it or lose it!" she says, her face still a terrifying mix of changeling and Nettleglum-like death.
Spike says "Of COURSE it's not over! You haven't even finished your first bowl of popcorn yet!"
Gilda gives Twilight a dead stare. "...Sure, whatever. It's a recessive gene, or... some biological crap."
Twilight_Sparkle scribbles this in a notebook.
A magically amplified voice booms out: "Five minutes to curtain!" along with a squeal of magical feedback.
Gilda grabs a talonful of popcorn and looks at Spike. "Does she write down everything you make up about dragons?"
Spike says "No, of course not. She makes ME write it down."
"Braid?" Applejack echoes Derpy uncertainly. "Well, ah don't usually like ta fuss with-" But before she can argue, one of the ponies doting on Rarity, as if on queue, rushes over to swipe AJ's hat neatly off her head (with an indignant, 'HEY!', from AJ, of course), placing it on a nearby ponnequin before dragging a brush feverishly through her mane. "OW! Consarnit!" Can probably be heard in the audience. Wince. "Gently! GENTLY ah said!"
Berry Punch scarfs down the rest of her cherry cordials and savors them for a minute. Then she finally gets around to finding a costume.
( Comet is almost clinging to Bardigan by this point. Who knew such a usually confident pony could suffer from such dreadful stage fright? )
Twilight_Sparkle sips cider and peruses her program.
ANd behind the stage, to those creatures out there with ultrasonic hearing, there comes a high-pitched keening wail of panic.
And suddenly, the lights DIM. There's a bit of fumbling from the technical ponies who nearly plunge the room into pitch black. Then the lights are only dim. "Two minutes! Two minutes!"
Vinyl_Scratch glee! "Marble, this is soooo exciting! It's just like a concert! Aren't you excited?! Ohmigosh, ohmigosh."
"Places! Places now!" Bardigan shouts over a megaphone. "You there, stop brushing Applejack's mane! Places!"
Marble ten stares at the curtain. "O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O... O.. O-Oh dear..." Marbe suddent clings to his wife.
Derpy self-consciously stops braiding the farmpony's hair and moves to the curtains again.
Rarity pokes her head free of the dressing room and frowns, ears perking when she hears that irritating wailing from the megaphone. It's distracting from her applications! So she shuts and locks the door. Simple as that.
Chalice_Flame folds her three non injured legs underneth and gets ready to enjoy a show.
Match_Maker reaches out and grabs Rarity. "We're starting NOW." she half-shouts, attempting to drag Rarity to her place for the opening of the show. "Do NOT ruin this for the rest of us."
( A little orange filly trots in, looking for a seat. Spotting a familiar face, she sidles over to where Twilight and Spike are sitting - not to mention that *awesome* looking gryphon. "Hey, Twilight!" she says, plopping her blank flank down in a chair. )
Romper worries! Worry and stress. At least Marble won't be horribly killed this time. Probably not. Do ponies die on stage? They say 'break a leg'! ... uh oh.
<MAGIC VOICE> All actors ready for scene set.
Firefly is just...sitting there, watching the stage. She didn't even know what the play was about.
Derpy hears something like a buzz or a ding or something only she knows. Her eyes steadfastly tumbling about, she yanks on the curtain cord repeated with her mouth, reaching up to take another grip every two seconds. Jerkily, the curtain rises, revealing...?
Gilda shifts over to give the orange filly some space. "Watch it, kid."
The filly looks up a *little* fearfully at the gryphon, but then toughens. She casually flips her purple mop of a mane out of her eyes, offering a nod. "Sup."
The curtain rolls back onto what appears to be blackness. And then, one by one, details appear: a building with gentle candle glow from the frosted windows, a lamp post... a full snowy street with bustling ponies in the background. And one in particular, a dark brown stallion dressed in red scarf, steps out. Nopony will recognize Bardigan in *that* disguise, surely. "Marley was dead to begin with. No doubt whatsoever remained about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clerk, the clergypony, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it, finalizing the simple statement: Marley was dead. This must be understood if any good is to come of this tale." He gestures to Scrooge himself, who is highlighted nearby from the crowd. "Did Scrooge know? Of course! For he and Scrooge had been partners for... oh, I don't *know* how many years. He never painted out Marley's name in the sign above their door, and answered to both. Scrooge or Marley, Marley or Scrooge, it made little difference to him."
Rarity Gasps, and tosses Match's hooves aside. "Release me at ONCE darling, I'm PREPARING for my star role. Not ALL of use can just, instantly be whatever we want to be. "She snorts, dipping right back into the dressing room, and slamming the door- only to poke her head right back out. "And I don't even appear until the...um..." She dips back into the dressing room, with the sound of pages flipping wildly. "....Third scene! Plenty of time!" She snaps, and slams the door shut, only to open it again. "And RUIN it for you?! How DARE you, I, darling, am going to -enhance- it for you! HUMPH!" *S*L*A*M
Firefly hears a door slam somewhere, casually reaching for some tea she brought with her, taking a sip. "I hear Rarity is here."
<OOC> Fluttershy says, "(movie sign)"
( Comet Galaxy walks alongside Bardigan, looking around at the scene. "Jacob Marley and Equinezer Scrooge were shrewd moneylenders. Scrooge had, of course, retained the business after Marley's death, *and* thought little of it... You see..." A little breeze blows across the stage, and Comet shivers. "Scrooge was a tight-fisted hoof at the grindstone. A squeezing, wrenching, selfish and covetous old pony. And he had been all his life. Everypony avoided him - even the blind's dogs would pull their ponies away from him, as if to say 'It is better to see nothing at all than to see the world with evil, dark master.'" )
'Scrooge' steps forward, dressed in his best as per his usual habit, reaching up with his horn to knock the 'snow' from the sign, grunting as he shoves his way into the shop. "Cratchet! My letters!" he says, tapping a hoof impatiently. It was the very thing he liked, to be feared, than to be loved. To warn all sympathy to keep its distance. Nuts to Scrooge, the knowing ones would say.
Gilda peers down at the orange filly. "Same as you, I bet. Waiting to see whether this trainwreck gets started or my butt falls asleep first."
In direct contrast to Scrooge's somber march up to his place of business, a chipper young stallion in a thick, if tattered, brown coat, a long scarf and a messy top hat comes strolling up to the place. He knocks quickly before coming in at the sound of the bell. He has a grin on his face that could light up the dark bank. His voice is equally bright. "Happy Hearth's Warming, Uncle!"
Derpy peers out at the unfolding drama, eyes wide and a marveling expression on her face. She doesn't realize she's just visible to the audience.
And Bob...Bob Cratchett. Bob Cratchett, please come to the stage? Oops, there she is. Bob Cratchett, top hat tilted atop her pink mane, is shoved out onto the stage by a long wooden cane. SHe stumbles over to the fire and extends her hooves toward it, glancing back over her shoulder at the audience every couple of seconds.
Scrooge glares over at his nephew. "Happy Hearth's Warming... Bah. HUMBUG I say!" he says, climbing to his hooves. "What have you to be merry about? You're poor enough!" he snorts, before sliding a few bits over to a stack of already meticulously sorted cash.
The filly nods, then quietens as the play begins. She wonders if Rainbow Dash is anywhere in here? Maybe she's in the play itself! She'll know soon - Dash would *obviously* have a leading part.
Fred takes a slight step back. "Hearth's Warming? A humbug? Surely you don't mean that, Uncle. What have you reason to be so dismal about it. You're certainly rich enough." He gives Scrooge a playful jab and a laugh.
Derpy presses a button somewhere backstage and a swirl of fake, oversized snowflakes billow past the front of the scene in progress with a smooth =whoosh= of wind. Was she supposed to press that? No one can say, but she stands transfixed in delight before reaching to push it again.
Gilda eyerolls at the stage action. Seriously, these ponies have -boring- holidays. She takes a glance at the filly sitting next to her. Twilight's words about sharing the popcorn stick in her mind. Eh, what could it hurt. The griffon offers the bowl. "Here. If you're gonna be bored, it may as well taste good."
"H...humbug?!" screeches Cratchitt in her highest soprano. Then she seems to realize she wasn't supposed to say anything, droops her ears apologetically, and turns back to the fire.
"I DO mean it!" he says... Though for the life of him, he simply cannot think of a reason to give Fred. "Bah... Humbug." he mutters, going back to his banker's book.
MArble feels perhas a little romantic and leans toward his co-Present Ghost to smooch her cheek. Unfortunately his costume is rather long and he trips over it.
Scootaloo's eyes widen with positive *delight!* She reaches into the bowl and takes out a few kernels, popping them in her mouth and munching gratefully. "Gee, thanks!" she says, swallowing. "What's your name?"
Vinyl_Scratch is about to return Marble's kiss... until he trips on the floor beside her and faceplants.
Fred sighs. "Uncle, please. Won't you come dine with us tomorrow? Every year I offer an invitation and every year you decline. What reason have you for this?
Twilight_Sparkle watches Gilda and Scootaloo, a smile on her face.
Scrooge draws himself up and fairly LOOMS over his nephew, a menacing, forboding shadow. "I'll see you in Tartarus first." he snarls.
Fred takes a few steps back to keep himself from being stared down at. "But /why/, Uncle?"
Firefly angles an ear, tilting her head. "I've been to Tartarus..I did not see anypony like them there." wrinkling her nose a bit, then sipping some more tea. "Perhaps this was before my arrival...I shall have to ask a historian."
Gilda grins despite herself. "I'm Gilda. More -widely- known as the Baddest Bomber in Equestria. But I'm not from here. ...Who're you, kid?" Her tail twitches with curiosity.
Scrooge takes a deep breath, seeming to collapse in on himself a bit. "Why... Why did you get MARRIED?" he asks Fred, as if being married is one of the only things MORE heinously insane than wishing a Happy Hearthswarming eve.
Bob starts suddenly, glancing back over her wing again. Stiff-legged, she stumbles over to a bin full of crumpled-up papers - invoices, spreadsheets, Hearthswarming cards, and picks out one of the more disposable, taking it back to half-heartedly feed the fire.
Marble gets up and helps his wife up. And then he nervously gasps at all the lint and dust on their costumes.
Fred gasps in exasperation. "Why? WHY? Because I fell in love, Uncle. Why else would I get married?"
Vinyl_Scratch awws at Fred from backstage. She knows that feel, bro.
Scrooge snorts. "What a mule." he says, half to himself. "Good afternoon Nephew. The door is that way." the old, grumpy pony says, waving a hoof.
Berry Punch whispers to a fellow extra backstage: "No offense meant!"
"None taken."
Scootaloo straightens up, proudly. "I go by many names. Some call me the coolest kid in town, others call me a future Wonderbolt." She rubs a hoof across her chest. "I'd say both are true," she giggles, before extending her hoof. "But you need know only one. Scootaloo."
Fred again lets out a long sigh. "I am sorry to find you so resolute, Uncle. We've never had a quarrel you and I, but I cam all this way to give you greetings of the season and I'll keep my Hearth's Warming humor to the last so... A Happy Hearth's Warming, Uncle!" He says almost daringly as he tips his hat and backs out the door and off stage.
Gilda grins. She grips the foal's hoof in her talons and gives it a gentle shake. "You're funny, kid. I like your 'tude. D'you stunt?"
Fred peeks his head into the door and smiles. "And a Happy Hearth's Warming to you, too, Bob!" He ducks out again.
Firefly lowers her ears. "This Fred is just...TOO cheerful. I hope somepony boils him in his own pudding."
Bob Cratchitt dares to smile back...when she thinks Scrooge isn't looking, of course.
No sooner than it had closed, and the door opens again, with more ponies offering a Happy Hearth's Warming on their lips. They hold clipboards and pots which rattle with bits as they trot inside, and the first - a mare - offers Scrooge a warm smile. "Happy Hearth's Warming, sir!"
Scrooge starts up from his desk, horn glowing as he slams the 'door' on Fred. Then he turns slowly to regard 'FlutterBob', just as he starts to smile. "And you. Let me hear another sound out of you, and you'll keep Hearth's Warming by LOSING your situation." he says, before turning to yet ANOTHER interruption!
"Good Day Gentlecolts."
"Y-y-y-yessiiIIir," squeaks Flutterbob, Hearthswarming's favorite slide whistle. She gives a desperate, apologetic glance to the newcomers.
Another pony enters next to the mare, tipping his hat before removing it and fumbling with some papers in his saddlebag. "Ahh... This will be Scrooge and Marley's, right?" he asks the mare next to him, then back to Scrooge. "Have we the pleasure of addressing Scrooge or Marley, sir?"
Scootaloo glee! She shrugs a little, flipping her mane again. "Ah, well... I like to do tricks n'stuff, on my scooter. I've had, uh... recognition by some big names. Like... Rainbow Dash. She said I have 'nice moves'. That must be good, right? Comin' from *Rainbow Dash!*" the filly burbles, unaware of the gryphon's past with her idol.
Scrooge glances out the window at the sign. "Mr. Marley is dead. And has been for seven years. Why, he died seven years ago, this very night." he says, his eyes distant.
Romper-Marley, very faintly and ominously, makes a soft "woooooooooooooooo" noise. But it could be the wind. Nopony knows...! Ooooo...
The stallion's hoof slowly lowers, the paper coming with it. He and the mare share an uncomfortable glance. "Well, we've no doubt you're of a like mind when it comes to the venerable virtue of generosity, sir!" the colt says. "The winter's been especially harsh as you know, and the windigos are howling something fierce! Seein' as how this is the season our forefathers gave us this good land, it's customary to give a little ourselves. To lend a hoof to the needy among us, sir, as they've got little shelter to speak of." He hands out their credentials once again, waiting it seems for Scrooge to take them or Bob to hoof them over.
Gilda's brow furrows and she looks -significantly- unimpressed at the mention of Rainbow Dash. Ugh, SERIOUSLY? How small IS this town? Does EVERYONE know Dash, here? "Eh. Rainbow Dash, huh? Yeah, I used to fly with her, back in the day. She was pretty good." She turns to look down at Scoots, looking reflective. "The best, actually. I was the Almost Best, by a wide margin, but I was never like Dash. But forget that dork, she's not really that good of a friend when you get to know her."
Scrooge and Marely were INDEED of like mind when it came to generosity. That is to say, they were about as far from being generous as Discord was from being neat and orderly. "Excuse me I don't KNOW that." he says, taking the credentials and looking them over briefly.
Bob scampers forward, cringing as she moves into the range of Scrooge's scowl. "Um...hello, I'm...Flutter- I mean, Bob - I mean, Bob Marley - I-I mean Cratchitt!" She's just about to take the credentials when Scrooge snatches them away. Oh dear.
Angel jumps up and down from just in front of the first row of seated ponies waving small yellow flags with pink butterflies on them.
( Both gentleponies give Fluttershy cheerful smiles and Hearth's Warming Wishes. The mare turns back to Scrooge, frowning. "Oh, but it's quite common knowledge sir! The poor and destitute are among us, why, right outside the window..." And the strains of a few happy carolers comes floating in through the forbidding frosted glass. "And they need the help we can give, Mister Scrooge." )
Derpy presses the snowflake button again. Hopefully nothing goes blowing away in the resulting mini-gale.
Spike claps! So far the snowflakes are his favorite part.
Angel tosses Spike a small plastic lidded bucket. Inside, an arrangement of small gems from the "Crystal Snackables" company.
Scrooge snorts again. "Are the Rock Farms still open? The Poor Fields? The Treadmill and the Mule's law?" the gaunt stallion asks, not quite looming, but appears to be about to.
Firefly lifts an eyebrow at the wind. "Ohhh..something is happening."
"All very busy," the gentleponies agree. "But there's much what goes into them that doesn't come back out, Mr. Scrooge! They scarcely furnish Friendship's cheer. Ponies banging away at the rocks and seeing little return whatever riches they uncover. And the Paper Mill is a grind unlike any other. So we're endeavoring to set up a sort of common fund, sir, in the name of Harmony." The mare pulls out a quill. "What shall we scribe you for?"
Derpy frolics among the other backstage button happily, pressing them at random. The light gets eerily dark, then yellow, then spectrally inverted. o.o And then a swarm of lightning bugs buzzes through the scene. And a ripe tomato goes sailing through, propelled by a catapult. At that point, one of the stage hands grabs Derpy and drags her off for a talking to.
"Nothing." says Scrooge. "I don't make merry at this time of year. And I can't afford to make idle ponies merry either. I HELP to support the establishments i have mentioned, and those who are badly off, must go there."
Both ponies lament Scrooge's stubbornness with an audbile, synchronized sigh. "But many can't go there even if they want to. They're out in the hinterlands where monsters and creatures abound. It's far too great a distance already. You could die on the trip or die when you arrive, so many would rather die right here!"
Spike waves his thanks to Angel, and crunches loudly on the gems.
Angel smiles and salutes Spike, then returns to cheering for Flutterbob.
Scrooge's aura of menace and darkness seem to grow, a palpably malignant corona. "Then perhaps they had best go to the changelings and serve as their food. Perhaps THEN they shall be of some use to society."
( Scootaloo hears Gilda talking about Rainbow Dash like that, but it doesn't fully compute. Her poor brain seems to be overheating as she pushes squirming in her seat to a new level. "Not...not the best friend?" she echoes. "Pr...pretty good?" She frowns, looking uneasily back up at the griffon. "Uh, heheh... yeah. That's nifty. Uh... oh, look, the show's gearing up! Wonder how they did all that with the lights. Let's watch." She leans forward and watches, still as a statue, eyes wide. Apparently she doesn't want to talk with Gilda anymore for now. )
The aura of menace is so great that poor, timid little Bob is forces bodily back from the door. "H...Happy Hearthswarming," she squeaks to the solicitors...and then squeaks again, darting away. Now she's done it, she's sure.
There's a concerted gasp from the two gentleponies as they recoil in visible disgust! "You can't mean that sir," one says. "We're starved for love as it is, never mind giving it to the changelings! We need to show what love we can in these hard times," they try one last time.
Angel jumps up and woooos! Waving his little flags.
Scrooge thumps a hoof on the desk. "The cities are getting too crowded as it is! They had better find what they are to do, and do it quickly!" he says indignantly.
Gilda quirks her eyebrow, noticing Scootaloo's diminished interest. She knows enough to know when a kid is BSing her, and rolls her eyes at the filly. "Eh. Whatevs. Everyone's a fan I guess." She grumbles, munching some more popcorn and lifting the bowl to Spike.
<OOC> Gilda awws. She didn't mean to destroy Scoot's little world.
<OOC> Angel thinks it is Ok, Scootaloo's reality check bounced long ago.
The two ponies share a dismal glance with one another. "Well, then, I think-" the colt begins, but the mare shushes him. The two of them bow stiffly in unison, take their hats from the rack once more, and head for the door. "Happy Hearth's Warming!" they try as cheerfully as they can for Cratchit's sake... then exit the scene once again into the synthetic snow, leaving poor Bob alone with Scrooge in the dismal, dimly-lit office once again.
Firefly blinks. "And this is what passes for snow?" leaning over to Twilight. "What do you think, about six incehed of the real thing?" snickering.
Scrooge goes about the rest of the day with a vasty improved opinion of himself, as undeserved as it is. He stretches, his magic floating several books around him as he makes notes in each one. "Five shillings. Twelve pounds..."
"Um." There's another squeak from the dilapidated fireside desk as Bob makes his existence known once again. "I...um, M-Mister Scrooge, Sir, if it's okay with you, um, c-could I...I mean, I'd like - be assertive - I'dlikeHearthswarmingofffromworkifthat'sokaywithyou?"
Scrooge lowers his little glasses as he peers at Cratchetshy. "And I suppose you MUST have the whole day? It's not convenient! And if I were to dock you half a crown for it, You'd think yourself ill-used!" he says. He's not shouting, and oddly, he's never once shouted or screamed at Cratchet, no matter how upset he gets.
Twilight_Sparkle turns to firefly, and tilts her head. But she's had a glass of cider, by this time, and anyhow, she's always enjoyed adding a little verissimilitude to theater! She grins as mischievously as she can, being Twilight Sparkle, and moments later there's a dark cloud high above the stage, and little powdery snowflakes are drifting down.
Firefly snickers and grins. "A little realism never hurts..." then peers at Twilight. "Element of Magic, you had cider and did not share any?" holding out her half empty teacup. "Mayhaps might I dilute my tea slightly with your libations?"
Bardigan glances up from somewhere backstage at the ominous cloud. "Goodness," he says, "I hope that's within our budget."
Angel rumages in his little tote, having noticed Gilda. Ah! He DID have it! He tosses her a leg of ham with a 'sup' sistah' paw sign.
Twilight_Sparkle smiles. "Happy to help!" As with the popcorn and previous cider, she apparently teleports some more cider in from somewhere; Firefly's mug is suddenly full of warm cider, a little steam drifting up. "If it gets out that I've been working on THAT spell, next time they'll have me doing concessions."
Nomad quietly sneaks in through an upper balcony window. No no, he's not late at all. No way, not this pony. He's.. being polite. Yes. And not opening one of the main doors and letting the outside light in. Yes.
Spike stares at Angel with a mild look of horror, wondering where a rabbit gets ham.
Gilda blinks at the ham, then at the rabbit! Then flashes an enormous grin! And gives him a thumbs-up. "Arright, score, it -was- worth the effort dragging myself over here." She munches the ham delightedly.
"Um..." Cratchitt quails, leaning back into her desk and pushing it against the wall. "I-if it's...quite convenient, sir. I mean, you don't have to...it's only once a year..." SHe takes off her hat and holds it in front of her muzzle, grinning sheepishly over it.
Firefly sips her new blend and hmmmms. "Fear not Element of Magic, thy secret is safe with me." sitting back to see what happens to the Scrooge fellow next.
"Poor excuse for thieving from a hard-working stallion's pockets every year. But I suppose you MUST have the whole day." he says, before stalking over and leaning close. VERY close into Bob's face. "Be here all the earlier the next morning. Understand?"
Fluttershy drops her hat, eyes wide. "No sir! I-I mean, yes sir! I certainly will, sir!" And with her face full of joy and relief, she darts to the door before Scrooge can change his mind, barely remembering to reach back for her hat.
Scrooge nods, and dons his coat, stumping out into the street to head home. He watches Bob gallop on towards Ponyville as fast as 'his' little feet can take him.
Firefly sips her cider tea and angles an ear, still talking aside with Twilight. "I still think those beggars should be blasted into next summer." nodding matter of factly.
Twilight_Sparkle clicks her tongue, and remarks to Firefly, "Talk like that, and you might be visited by three spirit ponies with their own agenda."
Firefly sorts her feathers. "Bah...ghosts....entities that failed once to BE a ghost. And I've been to Tartarus...not ONCE did I see any ghosts that walked around going 'wooooooo' and waving plasctic chains. I am beginning to question the authenticity of this play."
Bardigan returns to the stage, shadowing Scrooge just as he shadows his employee. The playwright shakes his head. "Ahh, Scrooge. He carried his low temperature with him wherever he went. One could almost argue that he was half Windigo; some of the children swore up and down his coffee would freeze before it even reached his lips! He took his melancholy dinner at a melancholy tavern before taking himself to bed in his gloomy chambers. Furnished with architecture from old Unicornia, but the only glow of magic was the sputtering silver of Scrooge's own horn, which many would tell you looked quite bent in the right light. But he made a fire, if one could call it that, for it was scarce more than a bundle of embers that burned so low one would think they believed they had better things to do. And Scrooge, with his gruel, brooded over it, as was his custom..."
Angel keeps waving his little yellow flags with the pink butterflies on them to cheer on Flutterbob.
Scrooge grumbles to himself as he puts on his dressing gown and slippers, brooding over his gruel and sipping at it fitfully. He would have to buy another scuttle of coal tomorrow. He was down to his lasy pawfull of fuel. It's been a long day, and after this gruel is over... He shudders, remember the face of his dead partner on the doorknob.
Romper-Marley, just off-stage, drags the heavy chains across the wood of the stage. Clank, clink, clang... shrrrrrk, shrrrrrk, shrrrrk.
"WooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo... Scrooge!" A pause, then, "SCROOOOOOGE!" He accidently drops one of the chains, making a loud clang and a rattle, but it's okay. That helps the illusion. He gingerly hooks it back on his hoof, then flexes out his wings, taking a deep breath. Gotta be brave... can't be a fraidy pony in this time! He flap-flaps gently, lifting himself about an inch or two off the wooden deck. The large sheet he has draped over his body flutters as he pretends to be a ghost, ready to go on stage.
Scrooge fakes a gasps, clutching his cushions in terror, holding on tight to his couch to save himself from falling in a swoon.
Romper floats onto stage, his sheet billowing, blinking through the two eyeholes, his sheet covered in bank notes and ledgers. "Scro-ooooo-ooooge..." He floats over to center stage, although sharp-eyed ponies will see he's balancing on his rear left hoof.
Scrooge clutches his couch. "What do you want with me spirit! Why do you walk the earth in this shape?!"
Firefly blinks seeing the 'ghost'. "One wold think they would have borrowed some real ghosts from the Steward Nettleglum...I am sure she would be more than willing to loan them a few at little to no cost." sitting back, sipping more cider-tea.
Backstage, Bardigan scratches his head, feeling like there's an idea that should have come to him, but can't for the life of him think of what he was supposed to have thought.
Wobbling unsteadily, Romper-Marley tries to keep his wings tucked in as close as possible. "Much!" Booms the ghost, afixing his stare on Scrooge.
"... Can you sit down? Please?" asks Scrooge. "You're particular, to a shade." he murmurs. "What business returns you from the Summer fields?!"
Romper-Marley flitters down to the ground, his hooves hitting the wood with a distinctly unghostly clump. "I am your partner, Jacob Marley... See yonder banknote, see the stain upon it, the chains of my dispair; you and I, horders of paper, the flesh of trees, with each coin spent I spent my own soul. The chains I wear now were the chains I forged in life, drowning me in the waters of the afterlife..."
Scrooge glances around, fully expecting to find himself entwined in some fifty or sixty feet worth of iron chains. "Speak comfort to me Jacob. Say that I might avoid such a fate as yours!"
Gilda slumps over for the forty-th-- forty-fourth time since this dronefest started. The bowl is empty of popcorn, and Twilight stopped responding to talon pokes in the shoulder approximately SEVENTEEN HOURS AGO. She hangs the bowl upside down on Spike's head, and turns to look at Scootaloo. "Hey, kid. I'm bailing out. Y'wanna move over for me?" She looks like she wants to say something more, but the words aren't forthcoming.
Romper-Marley, now a bit more confident on his four hooves, tries to sound a bit more authorative with his voice, shaking his haunches to rattle the chains. "I have none to give! No time, no rest for my bones, no lingering in this world! My spirit never left the confines of our bit-changing hole, and none of Celestia's spirit entered our tiny hole! Our mortal lives, forever cut too short, no regret can save you, your life misused! As was mine, oh, such was I!"
Chalice_Flame seems to have to slumped over and fallen asleep, she's probably leaning slightly on which ever pony happened to be sitting next to her by now.
Firefly is awake and relaced. Hard cider did that. She was now best prepared to watch this play, though still thinks Scrooge is the hero.
Spike pushes the bowl back, wearing it like a helmet, and grins.
Scrooge sags back in his couch, nearly swooning. "Neigh! Neigh Jacob! Say there is yet some hope!" he begs.
With the clatter and clang of chains Romper-Marley billows his cloak. "You shall be visited by three spirits," he proclaims, "without their visits you cannot hope to avoid the path I tread! Expect the first tomorrow, when the bell tolls one!"
Scrooge pauses. Alright. This isn't so bad... "Could I...erm... take'em all at once and get it over with?" he asks, his horn lighting as he sips his gruel. This frightening creature...
Romper-Marley shakes his chains some more! "Neigh, you cannot, for the second will come at the next night at the same hour, the third upon the night after that, when the last stroke of twelve has ceased to vibrate! Look no more upon me, pony, and for your sake remember my words!" Romper steps backwards, floating a little, and then slips off stage.
He drifts backwards, out into the wing, safely out of view. Then lands, slips, stumbles and comes down in a crash of chains. Ow. At least he's offstage...
Scrooge trembles exceedingly as the spectre departs. He goes to his front 'door' and makes a show of locking himself in with each and every bit of chain. Then he paces back and forth. "Neigh... T'was but a dream. A trick of my magic upon my old mind.' he says. And, much in need of repose, he went straight to bed, and fell asleep upon the instant.
Firefly can't help but snicker. "Poor foal, anypony knows doors and locks mean nothing to a ghost who can just float through them." and sips more of her cider.
<OOC> Scrooge bows to Luan.
( Luna. )
Gilda nudges Spike. "Hey, tell Twilight I'm outta here. This thing bit the dust hours ago."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Heh. Short attention span much? :-:"
<OOC> Spike says, "She has the combined attention spans of a kitty and a bird."
Spike says "Aw. Okay. See you later?"
<OOC> Firefly laughs
<OOC> Gilda says, "There are no griffons in this play. Boooo."
<OOC> Luna says, "So, slightly less than Apple Bloom."
<OOC> Angel says, "Hey, no bunnies either!"
<OOC> Twilight_Sparkle says, "Except the Gryphon of Christmas Boredom."
Gilda nods. "Yeah, I'll meet you back at the library for a nightcap or something. Lates, shortstack."
Twilight_Sparkle distractedly waves a hoof to Gilda.
Angel sits and nibbles on some lettuce while waiting for the real star to return, Bob Cratchet.
The lights flicker, and at first...there is nothing- then a great and glorious CRASH followed by a BANG and this is followed by a hot jet of smoke. If anypony thought that was the reveal of the ghost of Hearthswarming's past, they might be mistaken, because a few moments later Rarity comes rushing onto the stage, out from the right wing, looking sheepish and mouths something that looks a lot like "Fire Extingisher" To somepony in the wings. She pauses, slowly turning towards the audience, and flashes a sheepish sort of grin, before throwing a hoof dramatically towards the seats. "..." And waits....and waits...and then turns to the wings and hisses. "There is SUPPOSED to be a chime!" She snorts, and blanches when one of the stagehoofs shrugs. ".......BRRRRING. BRRRIIIING! I am the Ghost of Hearthswarming Eve's Past!"
( Scrooge, rather nonplussed by Rarity's entry, blinks and stares up from the matress laying in the middle of the stage. "What art thou, fell shade? Are you the spirit, whose coming was fortold to me?" )
Rarity strides onto the stages towards Scrooge, wearing a bright white showl encrusted with glittering rubies and a face full of makeup that is FABULOUS. "Darling, -I- am the spirt of the past. "She announces.
Gilda pushes her way out of the row of seats she's in, and shuffles down the aisle. She gives a last glance at the stage before stretching her wings, pushing open the door, and taking off. Woosh!
Spike stands up and applauds at Rarity's entrance.
Scrooge blinks, but goes with it. "I see. And are you the chance and hope that Jacob procured for me? Why business bring thee here?"
Firefly leans over to Twilight as Spike stands. "I see thy assistant has a thing for Miss Rarity." then giggles. "Does he know he is...dare I say it, out of his Element?"
Rarity tosses her mane with a well practices toss and flashes a lovely smile towards the audience. "Your well being, of course!" She announces.
Spike smiles dreamily and nearly melts, feeling like Rarity is looking right at him. You can practically see the little hearts floating above his head.
Scrooge, having no better answer, decides to be smart, as a means of distracting his own attention. "Perhaps a night of unbroken rest would be more conducive? Beauty sleep you know."
Rarity rolls her eyes immediately. "Darling, you would need to sleep for one hundred Yea-errrr, No no, darling. I gurentee, this, is going to be MUST more benifical to you. "She exclaims, and STOMPS her hoof. ..... And...STOMPS her hoof .....And then turns and glances off to the side. After a few moments, a *SQUEAKY* backdrop slowly slides into place behind them of the country side...
Now Match Maker, in her masculine and be-nightcapped persona, still rather twisted by sleeplessness and resentment, leans forward to gaze at the scene before her. Er, him. "Most beneficial? Surely you don't suggest--" But a better look changes his tune to a more mystified key. "Good Heaven! I was sired in this place. I was a colt here!"
Rarity looks around quietly, wincing at Scrooge's announcement. "Ugh, yes, that is most unfortunate, and I AM dreadfully sorry dear. What is that upon your face? Are you crying darling? I don't blame you. Anyhow, Lets see....ummm... AHEM. Lets uhm...Errr...Do -YOU- remember the way, Scrooge?
As they speak, a carefree group of colts pelts past, kicking up the snow. "Last one home is a stinky minotaur! I'm going to eat *all* the figgy pudding!" they shout, taking absolutely no notice of Past and Scrooge.
Scrooge seems a little perturned at the comment about his face. He pushes back his nightcap and grimaces. "This... this is simply my natural countenance, spirit. If you find it ugly, perhaps you should direct your attentions elsewhere!" But Scrooge's attention is already elsewhere. He walks forth into the scene, marveling at each gate, post and tree, past soe shaggy ponies pulling a modest cart, until they arrive at a schoolhouse. "Why, that was Chip! And darned if those werren't Caramel Crunch and Snookums!" He laughs from a place long dusty. "But is there anypony left in the schoolhouse? Why am I drawn this way?"
( The pony who's been sleeping since practically the play began rolls over in her seat, dunking her muzzle right into the flagon of lumpy goo Nettleglum had prepared as if her beloved princess were pleasant. Instead of drowning, the sleeping mare swallows it all, and the aftertaste when she wakes up will DEFINITELY teach her a lesson about being polite to performers. )
<OOC> Dusk says, "Figgy pudding. :-)"
<OOC> Luna can't resist Nettleglum's cooking, okay? It reminds her of her childhood.
Rarity sighs a dramatic sigh and trots forward and gestures towards a place on stage. The lights dim, and on the other side of the stage, a spotlight appears. Rarity sighs, and the light quickly zooms over to where she's pointing- over a small foal sitting alone and quiet. "No, Darling. The school is NOT empty...there is somepony there, as you can see. A sad little thing, neglected by his friends, is left there, still. "She explains.
There is, indeed, a young colt brooding in the classroom, forlorn and solitary as he bent over to read the book on his desk. He looks very much like a certain machinist-pony, but younger...actually youger, and not merely in costume. Hmm. Regardless, there he is, sinking into his seat as those the words on the pages were dragging him in, keeping him restrained in his prison of words that have no meaning. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Scrooge peers through a window at the solitary figure engrossed in his book, and sniffles. He wipes a nothing ness off his face. "Yes, I know," he answers the Ghost. "Neglected, yes, but not alone. Ali Baba is with him, and the Sultan's groom, and the chimaera, and Herpules and the hydra, and the dread windigo." In succession, the miser laughs and cries, turning a profile to the audience. "How I wish...ah, but it's too late now."
<OOC> Luna says, "Ah, Derpules. We are SO GLAD we didn't sleep with him."
<OOC> Marble_Memory says, "... O... O-Oh dear..."
Rarity trots past scrooge, looking towards the little one in the seat, then towards the older codger, and waggles a hoof. "Well...you...certainly look as if you know him...But tell, Scrooge? What is it? What is too late, hmm?"
Scrooge sighs, eyes on his younger self. "Ah... there were some colts singing Hearth's Warming songs at my door the other day... I... I only wish I'd given them something, that's all," he mumbles.
Rarity Grins quietly, trotting forward. "Oh, darling, I think we can work with that. "She exclaims, and the spotlight goes out, turning to full lights, revealing Scrooge pacing back and forth, a young adult now- with a seamless scene change, leaving Rarity looking...in awed at the stagehooves. They shrug. She shrugs.
Scrooge looks anxiously between the swiftly rearranging furnishings and the Ghost, and then, seeing himself a bit older in the same schoolhouse, shakes his head mournfully.
Without warning, a young filly comes charging in, heading directly for the young Scrooge. A pony quite beside herself with happiness, her yellow cheeks all aglow under her mop of a mane. Though only around half the height of young Scrooge, she manages a flying leap at his neck, wrapping her hooves around him as her dress flaps behind her. "Brother! Brother! I've got the most wonderful news! Are you ready?!" she gasps, breathlessly.
Should anypony care to observe carefully, they might notice the tendrils of cold, lingering shadow that waft about the changing stage, and in particular around the young Scrooge, who before the audience's very eyes ages several years as he gets up to replace the book into a shelf that shifts right into its position. The young Scrooge becomes animated as the filly suddenly bursts in and embraces him. "My word, little Fan, such energy!" he declares, in a baritone half-full in adolescence. "What's happened?" Already he begins to smile, so infectious is little Fan's excitement.
"What else?!" the excitable filly babbles, running in speedy circles around Solar. "I've come to bring you *home!* Home, home! Isn't it wonderful? Father was in such a wonderful mood last night, you'd think he was a rock farmer striking gold! I wasn't afraid to ask him about you, whether you should come back, and he said..." She stops and puts her forehooves up on his chest, speaking in an awed hush. "He said 'Yes!' And you're to be apprenticed at a party maker's warehouse outside Manehattan! You're going to be a *real stallion*, Equinezer! And you're coming home!"
Rarity gives a heavy sigh, gesturing towards Fan quietly. "Your Sister...a frail sort. But a huge heart darling, absolutely and true. "She explains more so to the audience
The young Scrooge gazed at his sister blankly, as if struck by disbelief, but soon he began to smile, and smile so big. "Home," he says, the words like sweet honey in his mouth. "Let's go, Fan. I can't wait!" And so they did, the scene shifting at once as they came to a grand drawing room and enjoyed themselves, quaffing wine and good food and experiencing the bliss of good company. Yet, even then, the scene starts to fade...
Scrooge gasps quietly, nodding and admiring the delicate creature... his sister, now gone. Fan. "Yes, yes, true. I will not gainsay it, Celestia forbid."
"You're never going to guess," Fan says, her voice growing ever more distant, as though through a long tunnel as the scene darkens. "Your new boss' name is *Fezziwing!* Have you ever heard such a name? Even worse than poor Cucumber Crunch..." And Fan is suddenly gone, from the stage and from the world.
Rarity looks on quietly, for a few moments, before she sadly shakes her head. "...Your sister, dear, sadly, died a young mare. But I believe she had...a foal? Yes? The only family you've left.... A son. Your nephew, Darling. Fred, as I recall. "She says quietly, gives her mane a practiced toss, and turns towards the left of the stage. "I think, dear, it is time to see another Hearthswarming. Come along. "She says and the lights change along with the scenery- another seamless change that leaves Rarity utterly baffled and staring. Fezziwing is seated at a high desk, busily writing something
Match Maker's Scrooge nods along and agrees with the Ghost of Hearth's Warmings Past. "Yes, one child. Yes... a breath could have wilted her! And... and did." He grows distant and macabre for a few moments while the next scene is assembled. "Why, it's Fezziwing!" He laughs rustily, pieces of something harsh breaking away. "Good old Fezzwing, alive again!"
Sugar_Rush sits, writing at his high desk. He is dressed in a waistcoat and vest, his mane done in the style of a Welsh wing. He looks at the clock, then claps his hooves together gleefully. He closes his accounting book, and calls out! "Yo-ho, Equinezer! Yo-Ho, Dick! It is seven o'clock!"
The young Scrooge walks from off stage this time, a little older, and dressed in some proper clothes. He and his partner, Whickers, give their pleasantries to Fezziwing as they come to him. "Mr. Fezziwing, sir?" said the young Scrooge. "Shall we get to it?"
Rarity Watches- things happening quickly. Apperently one of the stagehooves got reprimanded, or somepony took the bottle away. Even so, the scene moves at a good pace- the props cleared away for a dance to begin. Fiddles are pulled out, music begins, and Fezziwing's daughters appear, one by one, until Belle arrives, and Scrooge is clearly smitten. and rolls her eyes. "This is going faster than I thought...hmmm may still be some time to get to the spa...ANYWAY, Look at these silly ponies darling. Being silly and nothing you can do about it. Is it not a small thing, to make them so? Such gratitude and joy? And what did he do? Spend a few measly bits on a party. Humph...I could have done better, really...I mean, does he really deserve suchs praise darling?
Sugar_Rush smiles down to his two apprentices. "No more work tonight, my fine colts! It is Hearthwarming's Eve, Whickers! Hearthwarmming, Equinezer! Now, have those shutters up before a pony can say Jack Trottingson!", he calls out in a voice that is overflowing with joy and goodwill.
<OOC> Rarity says, "Whoops, slide that one right behind Sugars!"
<OOC> Sugar_Rush snickers, "Afraid I'll upstage you, Rarity?"
<OOC> Skyheart says, "Well Fezziwig is meant to the be the focus of this scene so... "
<OOC> Rarity says, "...U, Upstage. ME?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...Haaaa."
"Whickers, to be sure," mutters Scrooge happily. "Bless me, there he is. He was very much attached to me, was he, Whickers. Poor Whickers. Whickers. Such a funny name, Whickers. Hm!" He repeats it to himself a few more times, facing away until the Ghost regains his attention. "The... the spa?" An eyebrow is almost raised, but the actor doesn't quite have control of it. "Why... it isn't that, Spirit! He has the power to render us happy or unhappy... to make our service light or burdensome, a pleasure or a toil! Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count them up: what then. The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune."
Rarity seems somewhat distracted, glancing off towards one of the wings. "Hmm? Err, what is it?" She quips quietly towards the other pony, before glancing back off into the wings...