Post by Rarity on Aug 26, 2013 2:24:59 GMT -5
OOC: Date: 8/26/2013
Starring: Rarity, Skyheart
Setting: Skyheart decides to pay a visit to Rarity, hoping to secure a costume for the Renneighsaunce Fair.
Carousel Boutique(#185R)
%~@~%~@~%~@ ~~~ CAROUSEL BOUTIQUE ~~~ @~%~@~%~@~%
Carousel Boutique is the home and workplace of Rarity--clothing designer, tailor, and beautician. Its oval-windowed exterior, with checkerboard, filigree, and crown motifs, is decidedly circuslike, evoking an actual carousel. The ground floor is where the proprietor does business, such as showing off her wares, fitting customers and models, proferring makeovers and negotiating sales. It features dress racks, fancy dressing screens, troves of gems, numerous ponyquins, and rolls of fabric on display. The upper floor houses her own sleeping quarters and sartorial workshop, where she creates new garments and designs with the aid of a sewing machine, ironing and cutting boards, and wall sketches. Overall, the atmosphere of the boutique is glitzy, celebratory, and ostentatious.
[ Exits: Back to the Market ]
[ Contents: A Sky Blue-Shaped Hole Beside the Main Doors ]
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The entrance bell rings aloud when a customer enters into the shop. Skyheart timidly shuffles himself in, feeling at least a little awkward coming to a dress shop for this, but he feels it's probably his best bet. He glances about the environment before taking a breath to clear his nerves. He rings the service bell.
ooc it's just a moment, dear..
Rarity seems to be in the midst of making a dress...or perhaps several (of course) but it doesn't stop her from greeting her customer. Still humming away merrily, and dancing dresses about her, along with spools of ribbon, thread, and string, she glances over her shoulder to bestow a twinkling smile towards Skyheart. Her hooves above her head, she dictates a silent orcrestra of creativity. But the longer Skyheart stands in that boutique, the stranger things seem to get. Suddenly that silence isn't so silent...a gentle creeping music is lurking along the floor, slowly stedily raising as Rarity works, her horn in full glow- is this perhaps her illusion magic at it's finest? What can I do for you, Skyheart?" She seems to ask- even if her mouth doesn't move...
Skyheart pauses for a few moment, as if trying in vain to comprehend what he just witnessed. "Um... Wow... You've been... practicing..." He mentions. He swallows a lump in his throat and speaks up. "I ah... I'm helping out at that Reneighssance Festival that Shadow Mane is putting on and I was wondering if I could trouble you with a costume design. I know you normally do dresses so I'm willing to pay a bit extra for the trouble." He mentions.
Rarity doesn't stop dancing, twisting about in the whirlwind of colors, and ideas, fabrics and designs. Still she has an ear perked and twitching for Skyheart's request, and her muzzle twists into a warm, welcoming smile at the concept. "Dresses, outfits, it is my job to make the world, look, BEAUTIFUL...and I can do so for such the same price as a dress. "She exclaims, the dresses in the air reacting to her movements, twirling and twisting about with her while loop after loop of thread slips in and out seamlessly, forming seams here and there. "Perhaps a dashing prince? A cunning rogue? A charming bard? A powerful knight? Pick your pleasure, darling!
Skyheart thinks. "Um... Well. I was thinking of a few things. I don't actually know exactly what I'd do. What do you picture me ask? I mean a minstrel is an obvious choice. Some sort of artistic-like outfit might work out for that. The rest? I'm not sure." he admits. He watches the display for a while, it proving rather distracting but in a good way.
Rarity Spins once on a single hoof, like a practiced ballet dancer, and throws her arms into the air. She listening to that haunting tune again- that catchy, quiet music that seeps into your ears and takes over your thoughts. Her magic? Her illusions? It's quite a catchy tune, if anything, and it seems to be moving her along with it's beat- or is she the one in control? Regardless, the dresses, scissors, ribbon and tape measure all circle around in the air, and something starts to happen. Magic taking it's effect, a large brown roll of rough looking fabric pulls its way out of the corner and hovers in mid air for a split second, before it begins to crumple, and twist, stretching, crunching, widening, and twisting starting to form a shape...a tri corner hat...
Skyheart watches with a bit of rapture. He steps around the counter to get a better look, leaving his saddlebags leaned against a wall. Orpheus watches from the safety of the bag.
That hat continues to twist and turn in the air, matching Lady Rarity's movements with absolute perfection. The ribbon comes next, along with the scissors. Snip, snip, snip, snip, loop, loop, loop, loop, snip, loop, snip, loop, snip, twist, and theres now an interwoven green ribbon in the base of the hat, along with a lengthy feather that twists up and bounces about from the backside. With a the hat complete, her movements, sway herself towards Skyheart, and she wraps her hooves around his shoulders, smiling at him quietly, swayed by the magic of her music ...or is it the music of her magic? Regardless, she pulls him towards er, as if attempting to get the stallion to dance with her!
Skyheart cranes his head back with widened eyes as Rarity's symphony of sewing gets him directly involved. When she pulls him in, he can't help but blush and follow through. He steps forward to attempt and follow with her motions, a little intimidated by the magic swirling around in the materials to really get in any sort of mood that would make such motions easy for him when his own talent was shining.
Rarity's smile never peels away from her lips. The mare seems like she's in a lovely mood- and why shouldn't she be? The most fabulous dresses for princesses and princes, knights, rogues and bards, the renighsance fair is just PERFECT for her creativity, and her touch is buzzing with magical energy! She leads Skyheart into a playful waltz, standing on her hindlegs to circle around him, lifting her arm out (with his as well) in a smooth, graceful motion. Around them, her measuring tape swirls, and spirals, circling them with a glowing shower of magic, before it straightens out to follow the length of his arm. It circles them a second time, and then vanishes- Rarity having the measurement she needed...
Skyheart follows the dance steps almost on instinct. He was no stranger to a waltz and by following the music he manages to glide along with her, letting her work with the costume. He was starting to enjoy how the whirling materials framed the scene. He might even be able to turn a poem out of this. Orpheus, meanwhile, is sitting in his bag still, watching, ducking out of the way of any wayward cloth, tape, or scissors that slip out of the dressmaker's magical reach.
Above the two of them, while they waltz on, another article of clothing starts to form. The needles and thread work overtime, looping and weaving in between each other, over and under, locking in place and position, creating a leather vest, soft brown with red ribbon trim. (The mare has changed her mind. Emerald for the hat? No, what was she thinking. Ruby!) She dotes upon the very for a few moments, slicing it down the front to let his chest breathe, and layer it with a few criss crossing jaunts of strong thread. Around the shoulders, a spiked sort of design. Yes, he's a minstrel, but he's also not to be taken lightly! Oh, yes...the chest on the right side- a crest. His cutie mark, of course...The fashion designer slips behind the other pony to arch his arms up, raising them so she can slide the vest down over his chest in time to the mysterious music still playing. And with that, the hat...oh, yes, doesn't he look divine?!
Skyheart allows Rarity to move his body as she wills it to allow the costume to theatrically take shape around him. He has his eyes closed as the music drifts him off into his mind. He takes a deep breath as the clothing falling on him already feels like an old friend he's had for years. "Rumors were true," he says softly, "Your work is a marvel."
Rarity beams faintly, and pulls back from the little dance they were doing, even while the needles, the thread and the other items continue to swirl about them. "You look divine, darling. Absolutely wonderful. "She says softly, taking a step back, to return to her conducting. Her hooves arching and twisting, controlling the items and instructing them here and there the needles looping in the thread, the thread twisting about the ribbons, and Rarity loses herself into that lovely creative dance she was doing earlier, twirling, spinning and pirouettes, using her arms to conduct, her horn to control, and her soul to create. She waves Skyheart off with that quiet little smile clinging to her lips. She never asked for any form of payment, and really- theres a sensation there that she isn't going to.
Skyheart bows and backs off as ordered while the outfit again takes its shape in the wisps of Rarity's magic aura. He stands there in awe watching her work. "That was quite the dance," He mentions, "At this right I might have to at least offer you dinner sometime if you won't accept any bits for this." he chuckles a bit and glances to Orpheus with a smile that can only say 'we have work to do later.'