Post by Mixtap3 on Dec 12, 2013 7:53:45 GMT -5
Staring: Bardigan, Mixtape, Spike, Trixie, Twilight Sparkle
Location: Ponyville Library.
Synopsis: Mixtape has held a grudge against Twilight for the longest time after losing to her in a duel over Dynamite Rave's affections. Jaded and bitter, the moody little D.J hatches a plan to get even with the newly crowned Princess, and enlists the help of a partner to do so...
Ponyville Library
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Impressive and mind-boggling on the outside, chaotic and overflowing on the inside, this is the Ponyville Library. It's not hard to see why townfolks occasionally call it "Books and Branches"--the structure is built entirely out of a broad-trunked, hardwood tree! Though most of its innards have been hollowed out, this tree is clearly somehow still alive, as thick green foliage covers the roof and rims the upper windows.
The lower level has a central room with a circulation desk, an equine bust on a pedestal, and books on every wall--it's not uncommon to see them heaped haphazardly in a pile. There's a kitchen and a pantry used by residents of the library--currently Twilight Sparkle, the princess's star pupil, and her dragon assistant, Spike.
The upper levels are dizzyingly irregular, built as they are along branches of the tree. Two overhangs are furnished with moss canopies. The upper levels are also packed with books that appear constantly about to pop out of place. They seem to be organized somehow, but it may be a good idea to ask the librarian if you need something in particular.
Finally, the top levels of the tree feature a bathroom and bedroom for permanent residents, along with an observation balcony on which sits a trusty telescope. The overall mood of the library is intellectually inspiring, venerable, and just a little insane.
[ Exits: Upstairs, Basement, Back to Ponyville Square ]
[ Players: Twilight_Sparkle, Pinkie_Pie, Spike, Mixtape, Bardigan, Dusk ]
[ Sleepers: Fluttershy, Citrine, BlueFeather, Eclair ]
[ Contents: Skymaster set ]
As the afternoon wears on, a light dusting of snow accompanies a cold breeze from the north. Suddenly there comes a tapping, as of somepony gently rapping, rapping on the chamber door. "Twilight?" comes the voice through the heavy wooden portal. "It's Trixie. Are you home? U-unless you heard that it was Trixie and aren't answering the door."
Twilight_Sparkle, seated by the fire studying a volume of forgotten lore, looks up, over the tops of her glasses. "Spike, would you mind getting the door?"
Spike trundles over to the door and opens it. "Oh, hi, Trixie. C'mon in!" He's trying to sound friendly, but he's obviously not totally thrilled to see Twilight's former nemesis on the front step.
Bardigan lounges on a throw cushion near Twilight, sipping from a cup of tea with one wing whilst he scribbles on a scroll with the other. The sound of a new visitor brings only a short glance form the playwright - clearly, he is too inspired to notice anything but his writing, even the most great and powerful guests.
A gust of cold air accompanies the opening of the door. Standing there, chest out and head held high imperiously, is a cornflower blue unicorn in a magenta scarf and matching earmuffs spangled with a hundred gold and silver stars. She trots past Spike and gives him a pat on the head as she goes. "Good boy."
Twilight_Sparkle narrows her eyes a bit, but only briefly. She's a librarian AND a princess, and it's her responsibility to be forgiving and hospitable. She smiles, almost convincingly. "Hi, Trixie. A pleasure to see you!" she lies.
Spike frowns, and huffs a little puff of smoke out of his nostrils before closing the door. Being patronized by his friends is one thing, being talked down to by someone he considers a side show quite another. Still, she *is* a guest, and he's far too polite to object, especially since Twilight doesn't seem eager to back him up. "Right...uh, I'll just get you some tea, then," he says, as he walks toward the kitchen.
There's the sound of tea going "PFFFT!" out of a pony's mouth in Bardigan's direction, followed by a quiet "Pony feathers!" as Bardigan scrubs tea off his scroll. Incredulous, he looks up to almost-greet Trixie, but is stuck in place. Having lived in Ponyville at the time of the Great And Powerful Occupation, those memories come rushing back.
Trixie trots closer, then pauses with one hoof still in the air. "WHAT?" She tilts her head to one side. "SPEAK UP! TRIXIE CANNOT-Oh, wait." Her earmuffs levitate off and stuff themselves into her saddlebags. Clearing her throat as if this hadn't happened, she goes on. "I need your he-... your hel-... The Great and Powerful Trixie kindly requests your assistance on a matter of some importance." A pause and her eyes flick away. "Please."
Twilight_Sparkle looks into Trixie's eyes, and the princess is visibly touched. She gets up, and makes her way over to her former rival. "If there's anything I can do for you..." She steals a glance at each of her companions, first Spike and then Bardigan. She IS doing the right thing here, isn't she?
Spike returns wearing his apron with the heart on the front, and carrying the tea tray. He's just in time to hear the end of Trixie's request, and catch Twilight's glance. He shrugs his narrow shoulders slightly, then sets the tray near Trixie and Bardigan. He sits down with his own cup, stirring it with a fingertip. "I s'pose it depends on what kind of help, but, you know, we *are* all about friendship here..." He sounds like he's trying to convince himself, as much as anything.
Bardigan glances between Twilight and Trixie, remembering only that the latter was sent home in shame twice in a row. Her appeal makes him clear his throat and lift himself up, going to stand next to his Princess with a supportive, if rather shaky, smile. "Ponyville is nothing if not a place where ponies can find help when in need," he offers.
"The truth, Sparkle," Trixie begins. "Is that ponies don't seem to like me very much. Trixie is a ponysona-non-grata in town, and if she's going to stay here for the winter, it... might be best..." She scuffs a hoof on the wood floor, switching in and out of first and third person. "Maybe, if I do something... nice for them all. And Trixie was thinking of a fr-... fruh-..." The word is difficult to work her mouth around, but she manages. "FREE magic show in the middle of town on Hearth's Warming Eve, and would you, Twilight Sparkle, like to be her assistant on stage?" Trixie plays second banana to nopony!
Twilight_Sparkle blinks a few times. "Me? Why me? I mean, I've never been an assistant before. I'm sure you could find SOMEONE more experienced for the job..."
Spike eyes Twilight, and gives a little sigh, figuring this is his cue. He *is* her #1 assistant, after all. He has more experience assisting than anyone else. "I GUESS I could do it...I mean, what kind of act are you thinking of doing?" He's secretly hoping it won't be anything too humiliating.
Bardigan ahems. Rather loudly. "Miss Trixie!" he says, holding out a hoof towards the shockingly blue unicorn. "Perhaps I should introduce myself? I am Bardigan. Playwright. You may have heard of me. *I* am very knowledgeable in stagecraft. Surely it would be more endearing to *not* order around our newest princess on stage if making a good impression is your objective? Hmm?" he says with hopeful smile. He is *not* letting his friends subject themselves to this kind of torture!
"No!" Trixie insists, stamping a little hoofsie with a clop. Then she gets a crafty look. "Think about it. Everypony likes Twilight Sparkle. If she were on stage helping the Great and Powerful Trixie, it would be a sure boost to Trixie's welcome in Ponyville." She noses into her saddlebag and pulls out a wad of scrolls. "Trixie has already prepared a marketing campaign!" she squeals in utter delight and an optimistically tempting tone.
Twilight_Sparkle blinks a few times. "A marketing campaign? Let me see." She takes one of the scrolls, telekinetically, and unfurls it, peering at it. "Hm, that's not such a bad likeness of me...I'm a little taller than that, but that's a pretty recent development." She looks at Trixie. "I'll...help you out, I guess. Under certain conditions!"
Spike suddenly goes from hoping to get out of the job, to feeling like the kid who wasn't picked for the team. "Wait...are you suggesting everypony *doesn't* like *me*?"
Bardigan looks at the scrolls over Twilight's shoulder. "Not even *my* face takes up that much of my posters," he mutters under his breath to Twilight. He's about to object vociferously to Twilight's agreement, but... if there *are* conditions, maybe it will turn out all right?
Trixie continues unrolling scrolls. The first one, which Twilight holds, shows the profile's of both mares smiling broadly and the words 'TWILIGHT AND TRIXIE' in flourid script between them. The second is like the first, only it says 'TRIXIE AND TWILIGHT'. The third says 'TRIXIE and her assistant Twilight', and the fourth just goes for it, 'THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE and others'. "Trixie likes number four!" she advises, peering around the edge of the paper to nod at it approvingly. Stepping around it, she nods eagerly. "Of course, anything you want!" she offers with a magnanimous all-encompassing gesture.
Twilight_Sparkle peers at the posters, and gets the expression she usually reserves for Pinkie Pie's most experimental confections. "...for publicity purposes, I think I like the fourth one myself."
Spike gives Bardigan a 'can you believe this?' look, eyebrow-ridges raised.
Bardigan glances back at Spike with a 'I really hope Twilight just cast a spell that trapped us in a slightly weirder alternate universe because no I can't' look. There's a lot of subtle facial twitching to get the whole thing across.
The scrolls snap closed like spring-loaded window blinds. "Excellent!" Trixie squees and can't hide the little bounce on all four hooves. Trixie thought she was going to have to bargain down on that point! "It will be very simple, I'm sure. You're already a talented unicorn, so turning apples to oranges won't be hard but it's still a crowd-pleaser! And Trixie has some special tricks lined up! The best!"
Twilight_Sparkle tilts her head, regarding Trixie. "You know I won't have a lot of time to rehearse for a show, don't you? I mean, I'm a pretty busy pony recently. I'll...stand there and assist you, but I'll be leaving it to you to do most of the work." She pauses. "Also I wanna know every part of it in advance. You're not allowed to surprise me."
Bardigan nods vigorously, wagging a wing at Trixie. "Yes, this can't just be another magic show! It'll seem terribly disingenuous if you come back with nothing but fireworks and light shows, expecting us all to welcome you back with open hooves because you've given the *appearance* that Twilight has." He leans toward Trixie, peering. The feather on his hat dangles over the magician's nose. "Are you trying to win hearts and minds, or just dazzle us so we *forget* the giant fish bowl incident?"
"Because I certainly haven't," Bardigan adds with a huff, fluffing his wings.
Trixie flinches a little and lip-wibbles at Bardigan. "But Trixie *is* sorry! She didn't know about the curse on the amulet! She was just..." Lowering her head a little, she crosses her front hooves. "Jealous," she admits with a distinct reddening of her cheeks.
The door to the library starts to creak open- but doesn't go any further than that. There's no reason to announce a late night visitor towards the library, even if a certain little DJ is in the market for some books on pyrotechnics. No, there's nothing to be had from barging in now- best to wait and listen...
"No surprises," Trixie promises, crossing a hoof across her chest in an X pattern and finally... offering it to Twilight Sparkle. "I'm... really sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. Ponyville is a nice place. I'd like to stay for a while, if that's alright." Muzzle scrunching, she turns to leave already. "Trixie will contact you with more details as they arise!" Showing herself out, the door closes to cut off the cold air from outside.
Twilight_Sparkle watches her former rival go. Turning to Bardigan, and Spike, she exhales slowly, and shakes her head a little. "What can I say? If Discord can do it..."
Bardigan sighs once Trixie is gone. "No surprises she says," he says with a strained smile, giving Twilight a flankbump. "Surprises are a dime a dozen here in Ponyville. Are you *sure* about this?"
Leaning against the wall like some youthful hooligan, just outside the library, is none other than the hot headed little DJ Mixtape. Tonight, she's wearing her favorite sunglasses, and for the weather, she's got a long red crimson scarf wrapped around her neck and nothing to hide the brilliant red and black spikes jutting out in rows on her skull. OH, and lets not forget that smile- that wicked, horrible ear to ear grin that's plastered across her lips the moment she spies 'The great and powerful Trixie' leaving the premisis. Wonderful. "Oy, luv! A word, if you've got a minute?" She calls out casually... (Just to throw my scene starter out there, and excuse anyone who want to go- if it's ok with Trixie, that is.)
Twilight_Sparkle shakes her head at Bardigan. "Of course I'm not! But...She deserves a chance to redeem herself if she's serious. And if she isn't serious..." She grins a little crookedly. "I'm Twilight Sparkle, so I can handle it!"
Bardigan's smile softens. He leans in to give her a gentle kiss and nuzzle on the cheek. "I'm proud of you, my dear," he whispers. "Remind me to remind myself when I'm in doubt next time: Twilight Sparkle. It's all I need to know!"
Twilight_Sparkle whickers softly, blushing a little. She smiles, and gives Bardigan a little kiss back. "Thanks for believing in me."
Trixie pauses in the street when somepony calls out to her. She slows her trot home to fall in step with Mixtape. "Trixie has until her little hoofsies freeze in the snow." She slows fully to a stop. "What word did you with to have with the Great and Powerful Trixie?"
Mixtape's eyes light up under those sunglasses of hers, and she ZIPS over to Trixie's side almost instantly. "Oh, love, if yer cold I've got a place right down the street. I couldn't 'elp 'earing you were asking Twilight Sparkle fer 'elp and I- bloody 'ell, where are my manners? I'm Mixtape. Greatest DJ equestria has ever seen, now that Vinyl Scratch 'as decided to 'ave a bajillion foals. And I think me n' you might 'ave some things to discuss."
The G&P Trixie pauses, hmm-ing thoughtfully at Mixtape. She starts to trot slowly again to see if Mixtape will follow, establishing a little dominance in the conversation. "Trixie is listening."
"Basically, luv, I've got an oppertunity of a lifetime. "She announces, keeping pace with Trixie. "I 'ave a friend who's QUITE good at the whole P.R. business. Ever 'eard of Red Velvet? Sure you 'ave, she's a brilliant she is. Put me at the top of the charts. I can put in a good word for you, and soon as I do, you're one of the most famous magicians in the whole bleedin' world. In return, all you've got to do is eh...let me in on your little magic act you're doing with Twilight Sparkle. "She says slowly.
The blue unicorn skids to a stop, piling snow in front of her hooves. It *sounds* good, but inherent suspicion causes Trixie to raise an eyebrow. Trixie knows the value of P.R. "Let you in... how, exactly?" she teases with the offer of cooperation.
Mixtape grins widely. "I'm a D.J. Darling. BETTER than Vinyl Scratch, The BEST. And the great and powerful Trixie knows any show worth showing entertains. That includes music, Trixie. You've got music...'aven't you?" She grins. A wicked little grin.
Trixie... admits to no musical deficiencies in her live act, but merely twitches an ear. She gestures down the street with a little toss of her mane. "Let Trixie see how good you are, then she will consider it." She polishes a hoof against her chest. "And she can't PAY you, of course. The show will be free."
Mixtape's ears twitch and twist up like little devil horns. "Oh, don't worry 'bout payin me, this is all I need. "She explains, coming to a pause. She turns towards Trixie and her smile fades away. "Listen, Trixie. You n' me 'ave something in common. "She says slowly- devious little d.j. that she is. "I, am not particularily a fan of the great Princess Twilight Sparkle. She went ahead and stole my brother away from me. Made 'im into a personal guard or something like that, but I digress. This lil magic act of your is PERFECT. Listen, she's your assistant right? You're a magician, and you know of course a magic act needs to 'ave comedy. A pie to the face, a few laughs...make Twilight look like a fool. Show the world you ARE the best magician in Equestria. She says quickly spilling her plan. "You'll be on stage, and she'll be forced to smile, and take it, It'll be glorious, and all the ponies will see that Twilight Sparkle let you put a pie in her face, or shave off her fur, or make her look silly, and they'll think
Mixtape silly, and they'll think you two are the BEST of friends...and suddenly, best friends with a Princess...well there's yer P.R. right there. We get back at Twilight, you get to have an incredible show, she gets knocked down a peg, I provide the music, and at the end of the day, it's win win win. "The DJ BEAMS.
The Great and Powerful Trixie hesitates. The thought had crossed her mind, to be sure. Get Twilight up on the stage in front of everypony and humiliate her, just like she'd been humiliated before. She had still planned to work some 'Princess' jabs into her patter, but that's beside the point. Her mind drifts back only a few minutes to a promise of 'No surprises'. "Tr-Trixie will see," she hedges, lifting her head up proudly and leading the way. "Now let us see how good of a DJ you are."
Mixtape isn't about to give up on this- she's got the girl hooked! "I'm the BEST DJ in equestria. But this isn't about ME, love...it's about YOU. How often do you get a princess on stage? Twilight Sparkle? Are you reeeeeally going to let this oppertunity slide? I mean, we're not going to 'URT the poor thing...but she dose deserve a swift kick in the plot...even if it's just a pie to the face, or put her in a box with swords. "The little DJ beams. "And you'll never be able to get away with it again? What kind of magician puts on a show without any surprises to wow the audience? All part of the act, right? You ARE the greatest Magician in the world....aren't you?" She asks. Evil. Thy name is Mixtape.
"Trixie is the greatest and powerful-est unicorn in all of Equestria!" she proclaims more as a defensive measure than anything. "She already has plans for Twilight Sparkle, rest assured." And with that, she continues on toward Mixtape's studio to have a listen to the 'greatest DJ Equestria has ever seen'.
Mixtape trots along with a shudder. "Oh yeah? You let me in on those, and I'll 'elp you out 'owever I can. You ask for whatever music you like, I provide it. Laser, lights, pyrotechnics. I'm a showmare myself. "She explains with a confirming nod, trotting quietly towards her studio. "Laaaadies, annnnnd Gentlecoats. The Magical Mare. The Pony of Prestidigitation, The Great, And powerful, TRRRRRRR~RRRRRIXIE!" She calls, and as she does her horn glows a bright scarlet red, and her magic forces her voice to echo-echo-echo-echo through the town as if she were on a loud speaker. "To start. "She quips.
Trixie's eyebrows rise, impressed. "Alright, tell Trixie more," she purrs, sidling just alongside Mixtape as they trot to the studio.
Location: Ponyville Library.
Synopsis: Mixtape has held a grudge against Twilight for the longest time after losing to her in a duel over Dynamite Rave's affections. Jaded and bitter, the moody little D.J hatches a plan to get even with the newly crowned Princess, and enlists the help of a partner to do so...
Ponyville Library
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Impressive and mind-boggling on the outside, chaotic and overflowing on the inside, this is the Ponyville Library. It's not hard to see why townfolks occasionally call it "Books and Branches"--the structure is built entirely out of a broad-trunked, hardwood tree! Though most of its innards have been hollowed out, this tree is clearly somehow still alive, as thick green foliage covers the roof and rims the upper windows.
The lower level has a central room with a circulation desk, an equine bust on a pedestal, and books on every wall--it's not uncommon to see them heaped haphazardly in a pile. There's a kitchen and a pantry used by residents of the library--currently Twilight Sparkle, the princess's star pupil, and her dragon assistant, Spike.
The upper levels are dizzyingly irregular, built as they are along branches of the tree. Two overhangs are furnished with moss canopies. The upper levels are also packed with books that appear constantly about to pop out of place. They seem to be organized somehow, but it may be a good idea to ask the librarian if you need something in particular.
Finally, the top levels of the tree feature a bathroom and bedroom for permanent residents, along with an observation balcony on which sits a trusty telescope. The overall mood of the library is intellectually inspiring, venerable, and just a little insane.
[ Exits: Upstairs, Basement,
[ Players: Twilight_Sparkle, Pinkie_Pie, Spike, Mixtape, Bardigan, Dusk ]
[ Sleepers: Fluttershy, Citrine, BlueFeather, Eclair ]
[ Contents: Skymaster set ]
As the afternoon wears on, a light dusting of snow accompanies a cold breeze from the north. Suddenly there comes a tapping, as of somepony gently rapping, rapping on the chamber door. "Twilight?" comes the voice through the heavy wooden portal. "It's Trixie. Are you home? U-unless you heard that it was Trixie and aren't answering the door."
Twilight_Sparkle, seated by the fire studying a volume of forgotten lore, looks up, over the tops of her glasses. "Spike, would you mind getting the door?"
Spike trundles over to the door and opens it. "Oh, hi, Trixie. C'mon in!" He's trying to sound friendly, but he's obviously not totally thrilled to see Twilight's former nemesis on the front step.
Bardigan lounges on a throw cushion near Twilight, sipping from a cup of tea with one wing whilst he scribbles on a scroll with the other. The sound of a new visitor brings only a short glance form the playwright - clearly, he is too inspired to notice anything but his writing, even the most great and powerful guests.
A gust of cold air accompanies the opening of the door. Standing there, chest out and head held high imperiously, is a cornflower blue unicorn in a magenta scarf and matching earmuffs spangled with a hundred gold and silver stars. She trots past Spike and gives him a pat on the head as she goes. "Good boy."
Twilight_Sparkle narrows her eyes a bit, but only briefly. She's a librarian AND a princess, and it's her responsibility to be forgiving and hospitable. She smiles, almost convincingly. "Hi, Trixie. A pleasure to see you!" she lies.
Spike frowns, and huffs a little puff of smoke out of his nostrils before closing the door. Being patronized by his friends is one thing, being talked down to by someone he considers a side show quite another. Still, she *is* a guest, and he's far too polite to object, especially since Twilight doesn't seem eager to back him up. "Right...uh, I'll just get you some tea, then," he says, as he walks toward the kitchen.
There's the sound of tea going "PFFFT!" out of a pony's mouth in Bardigan's direction, followed by a quiet "Pony feathers!" as Bardigan scrubs tea off his scroll. Incredulous, he looks up to almost-greet Trixie, but is stuck in place. Having lived in Ponyville at the time of the Great And Powerful Occupation, those memories come rushing back.
Trixie trots closer, then pauses with one hoof still in the air. "WHAT?" She tilts her head to one side. "SPEAK UP! TRIXIE CANNOT-Oh, wait." Her earmuffs levitate off and stuff themselves into her saddlebags. Clearing her throat as if this hadn't happened, she goes on. "I need your he-... your hel-... The Great and Powerful Trixie kindly requests your assistance on a matter of some importance." A pause and her eyes flick away. "Please."
Twilight_Sparkle looks into Trixie's eyes, and the princess is visibly touched. She gets up, and makes her way over to her former rival. "If there's anything I can do for you..." She steals a glance at each of her companions, first Spike and then Bardigan. She IS doing the right thing here, isn't she?
Spike returns wearing his apron with the heart on the front, and carrying the tea tray. He's just in time to hear the end of Trixie's request, and catch Twilight's glance. He shrugs his narrow shoulders slightly, then sets the tray near Trixie and Bardigan. He sits down with his own cup, stirring it with a fingertip. "I s'pose it depends on what kind of help, but, you know, we *are* all about friendship here..." He sounds like he's trying to convince himself, as much as anything.
Bardigan glances between Twilight and Trixie, remembering only that the latter was sent home in shame twice in a row. Her appeal makes him clear his throat and lift himself up, going to stand next to his Princess with a supportive, if rather shaky, smile. "Ponyville is nothing if not a place where ponies can find help when in need," he offers.
"The truth, Sparkle," Trixie begins. "Is that ponies don't seem to like me very much. Trixie is a ponysona-non-grata in town, and if she's going to stay here for the winter, it... might be best..." She scuffs a hoof on the wood floor, switching in and out of first and third person. "Maybe, if I do something... nice for them all. And Trixie was thinking of a fr-... fruh-..." The word is difficult to work her mouth around, but she manages. "FREE magic show in the middle of town on Hearth's Warming Eve, and would you, Twilight Sparkle, like to be her assistant on stage?" Trixie plays second banana to nopony!
Twilight_Sparkle blinks a few times. "Me? Why me? I mean, I've never been an assistant before. I'm sure you could find SOMEONE more experienced for the job..."
Spike eyes Twilight, and gives a little sigh, figuring this is his cue. He *is* her #1 assistant, after all. He has more experience assisting than anyone else. "I GUESS I could do it...I mean, what kind of act are you thinking of doing?" He's secretly hoping it won't be anything too humiliating.
Bardigan ahems. Rather loudly. "Miss Trixie!" he says, holding out a hoof towards the shockingly blue unicorn. "Perhaps I should introduce myself? I am Bardigan. Playwright. You may have heard of me. *I* am very knowledgeable in stagecraft. Surely it would be more endearing to *not* order around our newest princess on stage if making a good impression is your objective? Hmm?" he says with hopeful smile. He is *not* letting his friends subject themselves to this kind of torture!
"No!" Trixie insists, stamping a little hoofsie with a clop. Then she gets a crafty look. "Think about it. Everypony likes Twilight Sparkle. If she were on stage helping the Great and Powerful Trixie, it would be a sure boost to Trixie's welcome in Ponyville." She noses into her saddlebag and pulls out a wad of scrolls. "Trixie has already prepared a marketing campaign!" she squeals in utter delight and an optimistically tempting tone.
Twilight_Sparkle blinks a few times. "A marketing campaign? Let me see." She takes one of the scrolls, telekinetically, and unfurls it, peering at it. "Hm, that's not such a bad likeness of me...I'm a little taller than that, but that's a pretty recent development." She looks at Trixie. "I'll...help you out, I guess. Under certain conditions!"
Spike suddenly goes from hoping to get out of the job, to feeling like the kid who wasn't picked for the team. "Wait...are you suggesting everypony *doesn't* like *me*?"
Bardigan looks at the scrolls over Twilight's shoulder. "Not even *my* face takes up that much of my posters," he mutters under his breath to Twilight. He's about to object vociferously to Twilight's agreement, but... if there *are* conditions, maybe it will turn out all right?
Trixie continues unrolling scrolls. The first one, which Twilight holds, shows the profile's of both mares smiling broadly and the words 'TWILIGHT AND TRIXIE' in flourid script between them. The second is like the first, only it says 'TRIXIE AND TWILIGHT'. The third says 'TRIXIE and her assistant Twilight', and the fourth just goes for it, 'THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE and others'. "Trixie likes number four!" she advises, peering around the edge of the paper to nod at it approvingly. Stepping around it, she nods eagerly. "Of course, anything you want!" she offers with a magnanimous all-encompassing gesture.
Twilight_Sparkle peers at the posters, and gets the expression she usually reserves for Pinkie Pie's most experimental confections. "...for publicity purposes, I think I like the fourth one myself."
Spike gives Bardigan a 'can you believe this?' look, eyebrow-ridges raised.
Bardigan glances back at Spike with a 'I really hope Twilight just cast a spell that trapped us in a slightly weirder alternate universe because no I can't' look. There's a lot of subtle facial twitching to get the whole thing across.
The scrolls snap closed like spring-loaded window blinds. "Excellent!" Trixie squees and can't hide the little bounce on all four hooves. Trixie thought she was going to have to bargain down on that point! "It will be very simple, I'm sure. You're already a talented unicorn, so turning apples to oranges won't be hard but it's still a crowd-pleaser! And Trixie has some special tricks lined up! The best!"
Twilight_Sparkle tilts her head, regarding Trixie. "You know I won't have a lot of time to rehearse for a show, don't you? I mean, I'm a pretty busy pony recently. I'll...stand there and assist you, but I'll be leaving it to you to do most of the work." She pauses. "Also I wanna know every part of it in advance. You're not allowed to surprise me."
Bardigan nods vigorously, wagging a wing at Trixie. "Yes, this can't just be another magic show! It'll seem terribly disingenuous if you come back with nothing but fireworks and light shows, expecting us all to welcome you back with open hooves because you've given the *appearance* that Twilight has." He leans toward Trixie, peering. The feather on his hat dangles over the magician's nose. "Are you trying to win hearts and minds, or just dazzle us so we *forget* the giant fish bowl incident?"
"Because I certainly haven't," Bardigan adds with a huff, fluffing his wings.
Trixie flinches a little and lip-wibbles at Bardigan. "But Trixie *is* sorry! She didn't know about the curse on the amulet! She was just..." Lowering her head a little, she crosses her front hooves. "Jealous," she admits with a distinct reddening of her cheeks.
The door to the library starts to creak open- but doesn't go any further than that. There's no reason to announce a late night visitor towards the library, even if a certain little DJ is in the market for some books on pyrotechnics. No, there's nothing to be had from barging in now- best to wait and listen...
"No surprises," Trixie promises, crossing a hoof across her chest in an X pattern and finally... offering it to Twilight Sparkle. "I'm... really sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. Ponyville is a nice place. I'd like to stay for a while, if that's alright." Muzzle scrunching, she turns to leave already. "Trixie will contact you with more details as they arise!" Showing herself out, the door closes to cut off the cold air from outside.
Twilight_Sparkle watches her former rival go. Turning to Bardigan, and Spike, she exhales slowly, and shakes her head a little. "What can I say? If Discord can do it..."
Bardigan sighs once Trixie is gone. "No surprises she says," he says with a strained smile, giving Twilight a flankbump. "Surprises are a dime a dozen here in Ponyville. Are you *sure* about this?"
Leaning against the wall like some youthful hooligan, just outside the library, is none other than the hot headed little DJ Mixtape. Tonight, she's wearing her favorite sunglasses, and for the weather, she's got a long red crimson scarf wrapped around her neck and nothing to hide the brilliant red and black spikes jutting out in rows on her skull. OH, and lets not forget that smile- that wicked, horrible ear to ear grin that's plastered across her lips the moment she spies 'The great and powerful Trixie' leaving the premisis. Wonderful. "Oy, luv! A word, if you've got a minute?" She calls out casually... (Just to throw my scene starter out there, and excuse anyone who want to go- if it's ok with Trixie, that is.)
Twilight_Sparkle shakes her head at Bardigan. "Of course I'm not! But...She deserves a chance to redeem herself if she's serious. And if she isn't serious..." She grins a little crookedly. "I'm Twilight Sparkle, so I can handle it!"
Bardigan's smile softens. He leans in to give her a gentle kiss and nuzzle on the cheek. "I'm proud of you, my dear," he whispers. "Remind me to remind myself when I'm in doubt next time: Twilight Sparkle. It's all I need to know!"
Twilight_Sparkle whickers softly, blushing a little. She smiles, and gives Bardigan a little kiss back. "Thanks for believing in me."
Trixie pauses in the street when somepony calls out to her. She slows her trot home to fall in step with Mixtape. "Trixie has until her little hoofsies freeze in the snow." She slows fully to a stop. "What word did you with to have with the Great and Powerful Trixie?"
Mixtape's eyes light up under those sunglasses of hers, and she ZIPS over to Trixie's side almost instantly. "Oh, love, if yer cold I've got a place right down the street. I couldn't 'elp 'earing you were asking Twilight Sparkle fer 'elp and I- bloody 'ell, where are my manners? I'm Mixtape. Greatest DJ equestria has ever seen, now that Vinyl Scratch 'as decided to 'ave a bajillion foals. And I think me n' you might 'ave some things to discuss."
The G&P Trixie pauses, hmm-ing thoughtfully at Mixtape. She starts to trot slowly again to see if Mixtape will follow, establishing a little dominance in the conversation. "Trixie is listening."
"Basically, luv, I've got an oppertunity of a lifetime. "She announces, keeping pace with Trixie. "I 'ave a friend who's QUITE good at the whole P.R. business. Ever 'eard of Red Velvet? Sure you 'ave, she's a brilliant she is. Put me at the top of the charts. I can put in a good word for you, and soon as I do, you're one of the most famous magicians in the whole bleedin' world. In return, all you've got to do is eh...let me in on your little magic act you're doing with Twilight Sparkle. "She says slowly.
The blue unicorn skids to a stop, piling snow in front of her hooves. It *sounds* good, but inherent suspicion causes Trixie to raise an eyebrow. Trixie knows the value of P.R. "Let you in... how, exactly?" she teases with the offer of cooperation.
Mixtape grins widely. "I'm a D.J. Darling. BETTER than Vinyl Scratch, The BEST. And the great and powerful Trixie knows any show worth showing entertains. That includes music, Trixie. You've got music...'aven't you?" She grins. A wicked little grin.
Trixie... admits to no musical deficiencies in her live act, but merely twitches an ear. She gestures down the street with a little toss of her mane. "Let Trixie see how good you are, then she will consider it." She polishes a hoof against her chest. "And she can't PAY you, of course. The show will be free."
Mixtape's ears twitch and twist up like little devil horns. "Oh, don't worry 'bout payin me, this is all I need. "She explains, coming to a pause. She turns towards Trixie and her smile fades away. "Listen, Trixie. You n' me 'ave something in common. "She says slowly- devious little d.j. that she is. "I, am not particularily a fan of the great Princess Twilight Sparkle. She went ahead and stole my brother away from me. Made 'im into a personal guard or something like that, but I digress. This lil magic act of your is PERFECT. Listen, she's your assistant right? You're a magician, and you know of course a magic act needs to 'ave comedy. A pie to the face, a few laughs...make Twilight look like a fool. Show the world you ARE the best magician in Equestria. She says quickly spilling her plan. "You'll be on stage, and she'll be forced to smile, and take it, It'll be glorious, and all the ponies will see that Twilight Sparkle let you put a pie in her face, or shave off her fur, or make her look silly, and they'll think
Mixtape silly, and they'll think you two are the BEST of friends...and suddenly, best friends with a Princess...well there's yer P.R. right there. We get back at Twilight, you get to have an incredible show, she gets knocked down a peg, I provide the music, and at the end of the day, it's win win win. "The DJ BEAMS.
The Great and Powerful Trixie hesitates. The thought had crossed her mind, to be sure. Get Twilight up on the stage in front of everypony and humiliate her, just like she'd been humiliated before. She had still planned to work some 'Princess' jabs into her patter, but that's beside the point. Her mind drifts back only a few minutes to a promise of 'No surprises'. "Tr-Trixie will see," she hedges, lifting her head up proudly and leading the way. "Now let us see how good of a DJ you are."
Mixtape isn't about to give up on this- she's got the girl hooked! "I'm the BEST DJ in equestria. But this isn't about ME, love...it's about YOU. How often do you get a princess on stage? Twilight Sparkle? Are you reeeeeally going to let this oppertunity slide? I mean, we're not going to 'URT the poor thing...but she dose deserve a swift kick in the plot...even if it's just a pie to the face, or put her in a box with swords. "The little DJ beams. "And you'll never be able to get away with it again? What kind of magician puts on a show without any surprises to wow the audience? All part of the act, right? You ARE the greatest Magician in the world....aren't you?" She asks. Evil. Thy name is Mixtape.
"Trixie is the greatest and powerful-est unicorn in all of Equestria!" she proclaims more as a defensive measure than anything. "She already has plans for Twilight Sparkle, rest assured." And with that, she continues on toward Mixtape's studio to have a listen to the 'greatest DJ Equestria has ever seen'.
Mixtape trots along with a shudder. "Oh yeah? You let me in on those, and I'll 'elp you out 'owever I can. You ask for whatever music you like, I provide it. Laser, lights, pyrotechnics. I'm a showmare myself. "She explains with a confirming nod, trotting quietly towards her studio. "Laaaadies, annnnnd Gentlecoats. The Magical Mare. The Pony of Prestidigitation, The Great, And powerful, TRRRRRRR~RRRRRIXIE!" She calls, and as she does her horn glows a bright scarlet red, and her magic forces her voice to echo-echo-echo-echo through the town as if she were on a loud speaker. "To start. "She quips.
Trixie's eyebrows rise, impressed. "Alright, tell Trixie more," she purrs, sidling just alongside Mixtape as they trot to the studio.
