Post by Rarity on Jan 14, 2014 8:46:24 GMT -5
This episode stars:
Applejack
Big Mac
Eclair
Rarity
Spike
Synopsis: Rarity contracts the Apple family to fix a hole caused by a certain mud pony.
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 ]
[ Players: Spike ]
[ Contents: A Sky Blue-Shaped Hole Beside the Main Doors ]
Rarity is sitting aside the hole in the wall, shaking her head quietly. "...Cannot BELIEVE she would do this. AGAIN. I told her to stay out. Out of the boutique, how is this even possible. I'm not even that mad. I'm just baffled. Frankly. "She grumbles quietly.
Spike pokes his head through the hole. "Hi, Rarity! Uh...what's with the new entrance? Is this the trot-through window?"
Applejack has arrived.
Big_Mac has arrived.
Applejack enters, with Big_Mac walking along next to her.
Rarity gives a little sigh at the hole once again, but flashes Spike a ghost of a smile when he arrives. "No, not quite darling. I woke up and this horrid thing was here. And a number of my dresses had been eaten. I'm more than sure I know who did this, but she can't be found, and I'm GLAD. I just need to patch this hole...and you're just the muscular little dragon I was hoping would drop by!
Spike admits, "The muddy hoofprints *are* kind of a giveaway. Only one pony I know manages to track mud in even when it's not raining."
Rarity gives a sad sort of sigh. "I'm not even mad. I'm just confused. Like usual. I know only one pony who could eat half a spindle of fabric. But as long as she's far away from here, I'm quite content. I've already summoned Applejack to assist in mending this unfortunate entrance, but I'm sure you can help! In turn, I shall craft for you the most BEAUTIFUL hat and booties you have EVER worn! Stylish AND comfortable!
Spike peers at the entrance. "Well...I don't know *that* much about carpentry. I mean, Twilight usually just fixes stuff with magic. But I could try. My feet *do* get cold this time of year."
Rarity waggles a hoof and settles down on her chaise lounge, and while she nods to Spike casually, she keeps an eye out for Applejack- which draws a bright glittering, plot kissing smile from the mare when she arrives. "AAAAAAA-Haaaaaaa-pullllllll-jaaaaack! Oh, how utterly wonderful it is to see you! Darling, I do hope you can fix this little, erm, mishap I've had. Winter is coming, and it just wouldn't do to have my beautiful dresses out in the cold!"
Spike grins, seeing a chance to get off the hook for a task he's really not sure hoe to do. "Hey, yeah. They've had barn raisings. Fixing a hole is easy compared to that, I bet!"
Applejack trots in, giving Rarity a grin and a wink before she turns to look at the hole. It's true that only Sky Blue can track in mud in dry weather; too bad it's been rainy lately. Ech. "Sure thing, sugar! Me an' Mac been wonderin' how long it was gonna take y'all ta doe somethin' 'bout this didn't involve terrycloth, ha! Lessee here. Kinda... irregular. Prob'ly gonna have ta cut it out before we can patch it proper... Is that right, big brother? Fixin' stuff's more yer mug o' cider..."
( Seeming keen on getting right to work, Mac lingers at the hole, inspecting it curiously before raising a hoof to nudge a little section of it ever so lightly. This gentle touch is enough to cause an additional portion, small by comparison to the hole, to fall to the ground with a faint rumble and a crash. Mac jerks his hoof back and looks suddenly sheepish. Looking to AJ as she make her assessment to Rarity he grins, nodding. "Eeyup!" )
Rarity gives a little sigh. *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* and nods her head, before zipping over towards the wall, and tickling a hoof under Big Mac's Chin. She'd NEVER resist a chance to flirt with a stud, of course. "Awww, Big Mac are you going to help? I shall have to make THREE pairs of outfits...oh, yes, Applejack, to compensate for your hard effort and trouble today, I've decided to make an outfit for you, your brother, and your assistant today; Spikey-wikey! "She beams, proud of her 'idea'
(To not pay out diamonds.)
Spike walks uncertainly over to the hole, and picks up a few of the pieces Mac knocked to the floor. "Just let me know what you want me to do. I mean, if nothing else I can help clean up." He picks up one of the larger pieces with his tail, and carries them all to the garbage can.
Applejack waves a hoof absently, peering at the damage. "Aw, Ah'm just glat ta be able ta help out, Ah don't need no 'compensation', y'all can just give mine ta..." - the name registers - "Spike?" She turns around and notices the baby dragon. "Spike! Well toast mah behind an' call me Biscuit! How ya been? Ain't barely seen y'all around since Twi done got herself all princessified! Oh, Ah'm sure we can find somethin' interestin' fer y'all ta do. Welp, better get to it. Ya got that big ol' crosscut saw there, Mac? Pass an end in here an' let's get a-cuttin'!"
Eclair can't help it. It's not every day that you see a hole shaped like that punched though a wall like that. She just has to stare. It's her civic duty. The sounds of tools working only lures her in, and she moves in a little closer, sucking her teeth, debating with herself. Certainly nopony would mind if she just peeked inside. It is a place of business, and all, and. Oh dear. That's the proprietress isn't it. She grins back at Rarity, a guilty grin that's too big to be anything else, "Oh! H-hello! Yes, I - would like some help with..." She looks around, "With, uh, whatever it is you do here." She trails off as she spots Big Mac. You don't tend to forget ponies you've smashed with a door, and she gives him a little wave.
Big_Mac's eyes widen a little as suddenly a white and purple blur appears before him, fortunately long after the last bits of debris has fallen from his prodding of the wall's remains. With the brush of a dainty and manicured hoof under his chin, Mac's large blonde-mopped head dips downward with a bit of embarrassment as his already red cheeks flush noticeably brighter even before the mention of being repaid with an outfit. He nods deeply to Rarity's question with a smile and a shuffle of his large dinner-plate sized hoof. "Eeyup, ah sure am..." he says deeply. He smiles to Spike's offer and nods appreciatively at the offer of help before AJ requests the saw. Disappearing from the opening in the wall for a few moments, there's a bit of a clatter and after another moment, the sound of metal yawing as the big stallion uncovers the saw, the end of which soon appearing in the hole's opening.
Rarity takes a step back, smiling quaintly at Big Mac and shuffles herself away from the hole, and towards the door. She peers outside for a moment, shudders at a brush of frost that trickles by, and shakes her head. No sign of Sky Blue...excellent. Even though, knowing her luck, Sky will be by momentarily to make a SECONDARY hole in the wall. Ugh. Oh! Whats this? A customer? "Oh! Hello darling! Dreadfully sorry about the hole! We're....erm......remodeling. Yessssss, can I help you?" She exclaims to Eclair
Spike nods to Eclair. He's now wearing a hard hat (where does he get these things?) and setting up little orange cones around the work area. "Pardon our dust."
Applejack reaches to take hold of the crosscut saw and immediately bonks face-to-face into Eclair! "Oof! Uh... sorry 'bout that. Beg pardon, but Ah don't s'pose y'all might be willin' ta step aside? We got us some work ta do here, might not be safe ta stand too close." And with that she sets the saw carefully against the irregular edge of the Sky-hole and prepares to pull and push in time with her brother. "Ready, Mac! Get 'er done!"
Big_Mac stumbles a step or two as he turns to find the previously clear opening occupied by a pony, namely a familiar one at that... he even still has the bump on his head from that memory no less. He manages to pause just long enough for Applejack to excuse them, allowing him to finish passing the saw through and get it settled into place to square up the opening. With a smile, he tips his head to Eclair. "H'lo, least theres no doors t' worry about this time." he chuckles with no ill intent in his tone.
Rarity's ears flatten. Whatever it is she does? Well thats a blow to her pride. "AHEM! HERE, is where one buys dresses. The most fabulous dresses one could HOPE to buy! Carousel Boutique! Where all our dresses are chic, unique, and manifique! I, am Lady Rarity, owner and dress maker! Come in, darling! Let us set you up with a fitting, hmmm?!"
Applejack saws, gripping the handle in her teeth and shoving back and forth on the saw with her brother on the other end. With the strongest mare in Ponyville on one end and possibly the strongest stallion in Equestria on the other, the saw bites into the wall like a knife into a fresh apple pie, and they make good progress trimming out a rectangular area. Except for the moment when Eclair says 'Whatever you do here' to Rarity and AJ nearly drops her end of the saw in shock! After the Photo Finish magazine spreads, the debacle with Hoity Toity, and the patronage of at least THREE Princesses, how could anypony not know what Rarity does!?
Spike nods vigorously, moving alongside Rarity. "You really haven't heard of her? She's only the best fashion designer in Equestria. Maybe even in the world!"
Eclair shuffles her hooves, giving Big Mac a smile, "I'm glad to hear it." Then she sees Applejack's reaction, and Rarity's ears go back. She swallows, and sees she's made some sort of faux-pas, "Ah-ha." She splays her ears out guiltily as her grin increases in volume, "A-ah!" She stutters a little, trying to smooth things over, "Not THE Carousel Boutique! Why, I've heard about you from - " There's a pause as she tries desperately to think of something - Whisk and Bowl? Modern Meringue? She's not exactly current on the fashion papers. At last she settles on, "From all sorts of people out in Los Pegasus!" Yes. "I'd LOVE a fitting!"
Big_Mac Falls into a steady rhythm with Applejack on the opposite end of the saw. It's hardly the first time the two siblings have been sawin' together, so it doesn't take long, at least not until AJ does something unexpected and nearly drops her end of the saw, but the timing is just right when she hesitates and Mac is already on the back stroke toward the outside, Depending on where AJ's wherewithall is, hes liable to pull it clean from her grip if not through the wall itself.
Rarity isn't quite so simple to believe in Eclair's straight faced fibbery, but she's also tactful enough to edge around it. It's the lady-like thing to do, after all! She meanders into her shop whist a tape measure near by seams (See what I did there) to come to life on it's own, dancing about the mare as she wanders in. Racks carrying various designs of all sorts pop out of closets left anf right and finally, she turns about. "What were you hoping to find, darling? OH! I know, something for the up and coming hearths warming hmmm?"
Applejack catches the saw just in time to not drop it, but not in time to not break the rhythm... which her powerhouse brother doesn't even notice. So she grabs it again on the backstroke, but by then it's too late: with the sudden drop in resistance, Mac's yank is TOO powerful, so when she grabs on... she goes for a ride! "Hnf-Huh? WHOA NELLY!" AJ is yanked through the hole and trips on her own hooves, landing face-first in front of Big Macintosh! "OOF!"
Spike leans over and peers through the whole, concern in his big reptilian eyes, and responds with his usual overhelpfulness. "Are you okay? That looked kinda painful! I can go get the first aid kid if you need it. I know right where it is and everything..."
<OOC> You say, "Loves the idea of Spike in a little nurses outfit. A first aid kid. <3<3<3"
<OOC> Spike says, "I meant 'first aid kit,' but okay.
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<OOC> You say, "no no, derpicdn.net/img/2013/4/3/286979/full.jpg XDDDD"
<OOC> Applejack says, "... Tarnation..."
<OOC> Big_Mac says, "is he wearin'... SPIKED heels? n.n"
<OOC> Spike says, "..."
<OOC> Rarity Giggles and huggles the dwaggie up <3
Eclair sighs, ducking her head a little as Rarity seems to buy her story. She takes a few steps after the fashionista before being distracted by the sound of a pony being pulled through a wall, "Um." She points at the place where AJ used to be before looking at Rarity again, her eyes getting big as that press of materiel starts to swirl around the room, "Uh." It's then she sees Spike, who she had overlooked, somehow, in her earlier panic. It takes a moment for her mind to register 'dragon' - and when it does her left eye twitches and she manages an, "Er..." It takes a few moments for Rarity's question to click in her head, "Oh? W-well, something bigger." She shifts in place, motioning with a hoof, "You know, the way some ponies talk, I - I was expecting something." She almost says 'tawdry' but decides this would be a mistake, "Big, and impersonal. N-nothing so - so pleasant as this!"
<OOC> Eclair stares at that link. She is afraid, but clicks it anyway, and stares a long while before observing, "That frock does nothing for his figure."
Big_Mac feels /something/ shift in the movement of the saw, but not enough to completely notice a problem, at least not until the resistance quite drastically disappears and suddenly has a bit of a plume of gyprock dust burst out toward him, followed by the sudden appearance of his sister from out of the plume and directly toward him, barrelling into the big stallion and causing him to stumble backward, as well as quite possibly ruining their otherwise straight cut with what is essentially a partial Applejack shape in the wall and possibly leaving a somewhat mutant silhouette hole.
<OOC> Eclair also notes she misread Rarity's question as 'what were you *expecting* to find.
Rarity stares at Applejack and Big Mac. Oh, this is going to get worse before it gets better. She laughs a nervous laugh and turns back to Eclair, trying to draw her attention away from the 'help' "Ahhhaha, d, don't mind them, darling! They're, erm, Ponyville's finest when it comes to carpentry, and Spike here is a good personal friend. "She observes. Casually, the "open" sign on the door outside telekinetically flips to 'Closed' She casts a direct glare towards the two along with a forced smile. "If...you'll excuse me for JUST a moment." She beams. Momentarily, Rarity appears at the hole in the wall, scowling through it. "WHAT are you two doing? I asked you to FIX the hole not make it BIGGER. Could you two PLEASE patch this BEFORE Skyblue sees it?" She huffs, and Zi-i-i-i-i-ips back to her potential sale. "Ahahahaha Haaaaaa, you look like quite the fashionable mare, you MUST know what your looking for...but, oh, I could offer a bit of advice...some, Crimson, would look simply SMASHING on you. "She beams.
Applejack staggers to her hooves and gives Mac, then Rarity, then Spike (who's basically just in the line of fire) a sheepish grin. "Uh. Aheh heh! Terrible sorry 'bout that. Kinda... lost mah hoofin' there fer a second. (Y'okay there, Mac?)" She picks up her end of the saw and is working it back into place when Rarity makes the 'naking it bigger' crack. "Yeah, an' that's just what we're fixin' ta do here! Ya can't patch a funny shape, so we're makin' us a nice square ta fill in. Trust us!" Then she catches hold, and - when her brother recovers - works with him to finish the trim as quickly as possible.
Eclair only blinks, nodding at Rarity, then shuffling in place as she looks away, humming a soft tune to herself as she pretends not to hear the exchange between the other ponies. It's only polite, after all. She smiles again to Rarity as she returns, offering a solicitous, "I hope everything's progressing smoothly with the - uh - work?" She glances towards the hole, then back, "Hum? Crimson? I - I'd never thought about that. It seems - festive?" She looks around the room again before giving Rarity another smile, "If you think crimson, then crimson it shall be! I place myself wholly into your capable hooves."
( With Macintosh covered in a coating of gyprock dusk, he's taken on nearly a pink tone, given what little of his red coat comes through the white dust, save for the applejack shape that's been left in his natural coat colour on his chest, having toppled back when Applejack hit him, mostly to prevent /squashing/ his sister should he have fell forward. Shaking his head as he pulls himself to his hooves, he chuckles sheepishly to both Rarity and Applejack "Ehh, sorry.." he rumbles, rubbing his head as he moves to take grip on the saw and move it back into place with AJ, letting her deal with her friend at the same time and readies himself to begin sawing again, though this time more aware of changes in resistance on the other side. )
Rarity's eyes flicker over to the siblings ruining her boutique, and then down to Spike, who's no doubt setting up more and more caution cones around the area. As it gets bigger. "Yes! Crimson! Scarlet! Ruby! Something shimmering! Something stunning! Something Striking! HMmmmmmmm annnnnd...Greeen....no! Wait! BLUE! Yes! "She says, dramatically throwing a hoof over her eyes. "Hold on, darling, I'm seeing something FABULOUS!"
Applejack and her brother doubletime the sawing, in an attempt to hide their mutual embarrassment. So quickly the Sky-Blue/Applejack-shaped hole is trimmed out, and the wall of the Boutique now has a neat rectangular chunk out of it. AJ sniffs the crisp November air. "Brr. Ain't doin' this a moment too soon. Hay, we should be openin' th' cider stand soon!" She lets Mac draw back the saw and the waste material while she inspects the sliced wall. "Hmmmm. We got some structural damage here, too. Ah reckon Ah'm gonna need a stud. Ya got a stud there, Mac?" She is, of course, referring to the 2x4s that hold up a wall, but... sometimes she's a bit innocent.
Spike studies the hole. "Nice! It'd be a good spot for a pet door or something, actually." He pauses and puts a finger to his snout, thoughtfully. "Although...mmmmaybe you shouldn't inflict Opalescence on the world that way, now that I think about it."
Eclair tries simultaneously to stand still for Rarity, and keep track of what's going on around her. It doesn't work very well, and then she starts to realize what Rarity is up to - and the full implications of putting herself 'wholly in Rarities hooves' means. She blanches a little under her coat. What is she going to do with a haut fashion frock? Still yet, where is she going to *keep* one? She's snapped out of her reverie by the color blue, or rather the exclaimation, "Blue?" She blinks stupidly. THEN she hears the question about the stud, wholly out of context, and her mouth closes with a click, her eyes bugging out of her head. She didn't want herself placed THAT much in anypony's hooves. No matter what sort of press they get, "Er..."
( Once Mac and Applejack get back into their sibling groove make short work of the wall and leaving quite the neat opening there, although the cool air drifting in is probably far more noticable than before. Of course, with Mac's fresh grown shaggier, and arguably more sstallionly rugged winter coat, he doesn't seem to notice it as much, but nods in agreement to his sister regardless "Eeyup." he says, while at the same time turning to the wagon to fetch a replacement stud, consisting of a sturdy and hefty beam that leaves the stallion straining just a /little/ bit. It's awkward and heavy, afterall. He brings the beam over and stands it in place, having to wedge it a little, but otherwise a perfect fit. "Ah'd let y' pick which stud, but ah dont wanna be in a wall." he grins to Applejack as he holds it in place, letting her secure it. Grinning, he nods. "Eeyup, got a good batch of cider goin' this year." he remarks to his sister. )
Rarity trots casually around Eclair, looking over different dresses, skirting by one after another after another. "No, not this, not this, not this...mmmmm noooooo, EWwwww, turquoise....never! HMmm this one do...oh! ....no. "She squeaks, going through a barrage of emotions searching for that perfect ensamble...
Applejack nods absently and picks a hammer out of her saddlebag, and a couple of nails. It takes a dextrous face to do that, but that IS what the Earth ponies rely on. "Hm? What do ya mean ya don't wanna be in a- Not THAT kinda stud, ya lunkhead! Yeesh!" but the distraction means she misses with the hammer. Well. Misses the nail, anyway. And the stud. But she doesn't miss the shelf with the four bolts of fabric on it, and when they fall off THEY don't miss the ponyquins on that side of the room, which tip over like dominoes, ending at a tall bureau with Rarity's boxes of precious gems on it, which... well, they really ARE quite lovely in that assortment and they compliment the Boutique's plus carpeting beautifully, don't they? Maybe not all of them at once, though. "... whoops."
Eclair swallows, turning her head now to follow Rarity, looking more and more concerned all the time, casting quick glances towards the pair of Apple ponies at work on the wall. So help her if anypony puts... Then she sees the beam wedged into place. She facehooves, exhaling a quiet, "Stars' garters..." This has gone quite beyond any sort of civic obligation to rubbernecking that she might have felt. Straightening up she peeks back at Rarity again, offering, "Uh, perhaps a lavender? Or light mulberry?"
Big_Mac chuckles deeply when Applejack catches on to his joke, cheeks flushed never the less, showing hes not entirely lost his shy streak from it, but then again, really only said it loud enough for his sister to hear. Mac winces as the sound is very distinctly not of a hammer hitting a stud, far from it as the hit changes from a solid hit to an all out uproar of catastrophy, sending bolts, mannequins and gems cascading everywhere domino style. he ducks his head and peeks in through the hole, just in time to catch the gems being scattered everywhere in a shower of glittering rainbows.
Eclair swallows, turning her head now to follow Rarity, looking more and more concerned all the time, casting quick glances towards the pair of Apple ponies at work on the wall. So help her if anypony puts... Then she sees the beam wedged into place. She facehooves, exhaling a quiet, "Stars' garters..." This has gone quite beyond any sort of civic obligation to rubbernecking that she might have felt. Straightening up she peeks back at Rarity again, offering, "Uh, perhaps a lavender? Or light mul..." There's something she wants to say, but the word refuses to come as she's distracted by the sound of a hammer smacking something that's not meant for smacking. Her eyes slowly get bigger, her mouth hanging agape a she watches the chain reaction, her head turning slowly as each new calamity unfolds, mesmerized by the ballet of destruction, finally managing a, "Berry?" as the gemstones scatter against her hooves.
Rarity laughs and laughs. "OH! ...HA! Look at that! "She giggles quietly, wide eyed, her right eye twitching uncontrollably. Twitch, twitch, twitch. Right after she FINALLY got the place cleaned after the Night Mare Night rush. "OH DEAR! WE'RE CLOSED! I AM -SO- DREADFULLY SORRY! YOU'LL HAVE TO COME BACK ANOTHER TIME!" Rarity sputters, right eye twitching quite a bit more, now as she rests her hooves on Eclair's behind and starts to *PUSH* the mare out of her Boutique. "HAHAHAHAHA TERRIBLE TIMING ISN'T IT?! THATS OK, I UNDERSTAND! COME BACK TOMORROW DARLING, THANK YOU! KISS KISS!" She exclaims- Applejack. Oh....Applejack...no judge is going to convict her...
Applejack droops her ears, staring at the mess. "Aw, HORSEFEATHERS! Hang on, Mac, maybe we should... uh, we should..." To anyone who doesn't know Rarity as well as Applejack does, there is metaphorical steam coming out of the unicorn's ears. AJ, however, knows that's more akin to roaring fire. "... we should get th' hay outta here before she tries ta make me inta some kinda decorative cozy!" She gathers the ir things quickly and stuffs them into the cart (except for the stud piece, which she leaves in place) before leaping in herself! "C'mon, Mac! Let's get outta here before she kills us. Ah mean me. Please? Quick-like!" She calls out, trying to placate the furious fashionista! "Sorryboutthatwe'lljustcomebacklatertafinishth'patchjob'kay?Kay!Byebyenow!"
Eclair is too dazed to resist. What just happened? Why is she moving? Who's yelling at her? Where did those orange ponies go, "I..." She starts to offer something as her mind starts working again finds she's not quite where she was, "...seem to be outside?" She looks back over at the Apples, and her eyes get bigger, finally realizing just what it was that happened, "Oh." There's a lot of weight in that word. Then again, "Oh dear."
( This side of Rarity is somewhat new, and, well, lets face it, terrifying to Macintosh who's only ever seen Rarity delicate and feminine for the most part. By the time AJ has her things hastily gathered in her saddlebags and leaps into the cart to urge Macintosh to make with the fleeing, a realization may have sunk into Applejack, that the big red draft stallion that is her brother, is nowhere to be seen. The only trace is a plume of dust headed toward the distance in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. )
Rarity's head appears through the hole in the wall only a few moments later, her eyes are red and...is that a second voice behind her first? It's hard to tell, she's speaking in a language that would unsettle a priest. But one word is clear- one bone chilling, horrible, nightmare inducing word: APPLEJACK!!!!!
Applejack whinnys in panic, and with every line takes a step back for the advancing fury! "WHOOA! Uh! Hay! Yer mane looks GREAT today! Really! Oh no, would ya look at th' time! Reckon Ah'll just leave this here! GREAT seein' ya! Uh. Um... BYE!" And Applejack takes to her hooves, too! "WAIT UP, MAC! AH NEED SOME BACKUP!" fades into the distance, and Rarity is left alone with her enlarged hole, an Apple cart full of building materials, and a Boutique freshly-coated with detritus.
Eclair stares. It's all she can do. She seems to be broken, standing there in the middle of the street. Non-Euclidian geometries and gibbering beasts from forgotten eons have nothing on this. It's just too much for her. As AJ skeedaddles from the wrath to come, the little brown pony can only lift a hoof, waving vaguely towards the hole in the wall, her voice just a touch disjointed, "Pleased to meet you." This said she moves into the town, with wandering steps and slow, to ponyville she takes her solitary way.
Applejack
Big Mac
Eclair
Rarity
Spike
Synopsis: Rarity contracts the Apple family to fix a hole caused by a certain mud pony.
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 ]
[ Players: Spike ]
[ Contents: A Sky Blue-Shaped Hole Beside the Main Doors ]
Rarity is sitting aside the hole in the wall, shaking her head quietly. "...Cannot BELIEVE she would do this. AGAIN. I told her to stay out. Out of the boutique, how is this even possible. I'm not even that mad. I'm just baffled. Frankly. "She grumbles quietly.
Spike pokes his head through the hole. "Hi, Rarity! Uh...what's with the new entrance? Is this the trot-through window?"
Applejack has arrived.
Big_Mac has arrived.
Applejack enters, with Big_Mac walking along next to her.
Rarity gives a little sigh at the hole once again, but flashes Spike a ghost of a smile when he arrives. "No, not quite darling. I woke up and this horrid thing was here. And a number of my dresses had been eaten. I'm more than sure I know who did this, but she can't be found, and I'm GLAD. I just need to patch this hole...and you're just the muscular little dragon I was hoping would drop by!
Spike admits, "The muddy hoofprints *are* kind of a giveaway. Only one pony I know manages to track mud in even when it's not raining."
Rarity gives a sad sort of sigh. "I'm not even mad. I'm just confused. Like usual. I know only one pony who could eat half a spindle of fabric. But as long as she's far away from here, I'm quite content. I've already summoned Applejack to assist in mending this unfortunate entrance, but I'm sure you can help! In turn, I shall craft for you the most BEAUTIFUL hat and booties you have EVER worn! Stylish AND comfortable!
Spike peers at the entrance. "Well...I don't know *that* much about carpentry. I mean, Twilight usually just fixes stuff with magic. But I could try. My feet *do* get cold this time of year."
Rarity waggles a hoof and settles down on her chaise lounge, and while she nods to Spike casually, she keeps an eye out for Applejack- which draws a bright glittering, plot kissing smile from the mare when she arrives. "AAAAAAA-Haaaaaaa-pullllllll-jaaaaack! Oh, how utterly wonderful it is to see you! Darling, I do hope you can fix this little, erm, mishap I've had. Winter is coming, and it just wouldn't do to have my beautiful dresses out in the cold!"
Spike grins, seeing a chance to get off the hook for a task he's really not sure hoe to do. "Hey, yeah. They've had barn raisings. Fixing a hole is easy compared to that, I bet!"
Applejack trots in, giving Rarity a grin and a wink before she turns to look at the hole. It's true that only Sky Blue can track in mud in dry weather; too bad it's been rainy lately. Ech. "Sure thing, sugar! Me an' Mac been wonderin' how long it was gonna take y'all ta doe somethin' 'bout this didn't involve terrycloth, ha! Lessee here. Kinda... irregular. Prob'ly gonna have ta cut it out before we can patch it proper... Is that right, big brother? Fixin' stuff's more yer mug o' cider..."
( Seeming keen on getting right to work, Mac lingers at the hole, inspecting it curiously before raising a hoof to nudge a little section of it ever so lightly. This gentle touch is enough to cause an additional portion, small by comparison to the hole, to fall to the ground with a faint rumble and a crash. Mac jerks his hoof back and looks suddenly sheepish. Looking to AJ as she make her assessment to Rarity he grins, nodding. "Eeyup!" )
Rarity gives a little sigh. *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* and nods her head, before zipping over towards the wall, and tickling a hoof under Big Mac's Chin. She'd NEVER resist a chance to flirt with a stud, of course. "Awww, Big Mac are you going to help? I shall have to make THREE pairs of outfits...oh, yes, Applejack, to compensate for your hard effort and trouble today, I've decided to make an outfit for you, your brother, and your assistant today; Spikey-wikey! "She beams, proud of her 'idea'
(To not pay out diamonds.)
Spike walks uncertainly over to the hole, and picks up a few of the pieces Mac knocked to the floor. "Just let me know what you want me to do. I mean, if nothing else I can help clean up." He picks up one of the larger pieces with his tail, and carries them all to the garbage can.
Applejack waves a hoof absently, peering at the damage. "Aw, Ah'm just glat ta be able ta help out, Ah don't need no 'compensation', y'all can just give mine ta..." - the name registers - "Spike?" She turns around and notices the baby dragon. "Spike! Well toast mah behind an' call me Biscuit! How ya been? Ain't barely seen y'all around since Twi done got herself all princessified! Oh, Ah'm sure we can find somethin' interestin' fer y'all ta do. Welp, better get to it. Ya got that big ol' crosscut saw there, Mac? Pass an end in here an' let's get a-cuttin'!"
Eclair can't help it. It's not every day that you see a hole shaped like that punched though a wall like that. She just has to stare. It's her civic duty. The sounds of tools working only lures her in, and she moves in a little closer, sucking her teeth, debating with herself. Certainly nopony would mind if she just peeked inside. It is a place of business, and all, and. Oh dear. That's the proprietress isn't it. She grins back at Rarity, a guilty grin that's too big to be anything else, "Oh! H-hello! Yes, I - would like some help with..." She looks around, "With, uh, whatever it is you do here." She trails off as she spots Big Mac. You don't tend to forget ponies you've smashed with a door, and she gives him a little wave.
Big_Mac's eyes widen a little as suddenly a white and purple blur appears before him, fortunately long after the last bits of debris has fallen from his prodding of the wall's remains. With the brush of a dainty and manicured hoof under his chin, Mac's large blonde-mopped head dips downward with a bit of embarrassment as his already red cheeks flush noticeably brighter even before the mention of being repaid with an outfit. He nods deeply to Rarity's question with a smile and a shuffle of his large dinner-plate sized hoof. "Eeyup, ah sure am..." he says deeply. He smiles to Spike's offer and nods appreciatively at the offer of help before AJ requests the saw. Disappearing from the opening in the wall for a few moments, there's a bit of a clatter and after another moment, the sound of metal yawing as the big stallion uncovers the saw, the end of which soon appearing in the hole's opening.
Rarity takes a step back, smiling quaintly at Big Mac and shuffles herself away from the hole, and towards the door. She peers outside for a moment, shudders at a brush of frost that trickles by, and shakes her head. No sign of Sky Blue...excellent. Even though, knowing her luck, Sky will be by momentarily to make a SECONDARY hole in the wall. Ugh. Oh! Whats this? A customer? "Oh! Hello darling! Dreadfully sorry about the hole! We're....erm......remodeling. Yessssss, can I help you?" She exclaims to Eclair
Spike nods to Eclair. He's now wearing a hard hat (where does he get these things?) and setting up little orange cones around the work area. "Pardon our dust."
Applejack reaches to take hold of the crosscut saw and immediately bonks face-to-face into Eclair! "Oof! Uh... sorry 'bout that. Beg pardon, but Ah don't s'pose y'all might be willin' ta step aside? We got us some work ta do here, might not be safe ta stand too close." And with that she sets the saw carefully against the irregular edge of the Sky-hole and prepares to pull and push in time with her brother. "Ready, Mac! Get 'er done!"
Big_Mac stumbles a step or two as he turns to find the previously clear opening occupied by a pony, namely a familiar one at that... he even still has the bump on his head from that memory no less. He manages to pause just long enough for Applejack to excuse them, allowing him to finish passing the saw through and get it settled into place to square up the opening. With a smile, he tips his head to Eclair. "H'lo, least theres no doors t' worry about this time." he chuckles with no ill intent in his tone.
Rarity's ears flatten. Whatever it is she does? Well thats a blow to her pride. "AHEM! HERE, is where one buys dresses. The most fabulous dresses one could HOPE to buy! Carousel Boutique! Where all our dresses are chic, unique, and manifique! I, am Lady Rarity, owner and dress maker! Come in, darling! Let us set you up with a fitting, hmmm?!"
Applejack saws, gripping the handle in her teeth and shoving back and forth on the saw with her brother on the other end. With the strongest mare in Ponyville on one end and possibly the strongest stallion in Equestria on the other, the saw bites into the wall like a knife into a fresh apple pie, and they make good progress trimming out a rectangular area. Except for the moment when Eclair says 'Whatever you do here' to Rarity and AJ nearly drops her end of the saw in shock! After the Photo Finish magazine spreads, the debacle with Hoity Toity, and the patronage of at least THREE Princesses, how could anypony not know what Rarity does!?
Spike nods vigorously, moving alongside Rarity. "You really haven't heard of her? She's only the best fashion designer in Equestria. Maybe even in the world!"
Eclair shuffles her hooves, giving Big Mac a smile, "I'm glad to hear it." Then she sees Applejack's reaction, and Rarity's ears go back. She swallows, and sees she's made some sort of faux-pas, "Ah-ha." She splays her ears out guiltily as her grin increases in volume, "A-ah!" She stutters a little, trying to smooth things over, "Not THE Carousel Boutique! Why, I've heard about you from - " There's a pause as she tries desperately to think of something - Whisk and Bowl? Modern Meringue? She's not exactly current on the fashion papers. At last she settles on, "From all sorts of people out in Los Pegasus!" Yes. "I'd LOVE a fitting!"
Big_Mac Falls into a steady rhythm with Applejack on the opposite end of the saw. It's hardly the first time the two siblings have been sawin' together, so it doesn't take long, at least not until AJ does something unexpected and nearly drops her end of the saw, but the timing is just right when she hesitates and Mac is already on the back stroke toward the outside, Depending on where AJ's wherewithall is, hes liable to pull it clean from her grip if not through the wall itself.
Rarity isn't quite so simple to believe in Eclair's straight faced fibbery, but she's also tactful enough to edge around it. It's the lady-like thing to do, after all! She meanders into her shop whist a tape measure near by seams (See what I did there) to come to life on it's own, dancing about the mare as she wanders in. Racks carrying various designs of all sorts pop out of closets left anf right and finally, she turns about. "What were you hoping to find, darling? OH! I know, something for the up and coming hearths warming hmmm?"
Applejack catches the saw just in time to not drop it, but not in time to not break the rhythm... which her powerhouse brother doesn't even notice. So she grabs it again on the backstroke, but by then it's too late: with the sudden drop in resistance, Mac's yank is TOO powerful, so when she grabs on... she goes for a ride! "Hnf-Huh? WHOA NELLY!" AJ is yanked through the hole and trips on her own hooves, landing face-first in front of Big Macintosh! "OOF!"
Spike leans over and peers through the whole, concern in his big reptilian eyes, and responds with his usual overhelpfulness. "Are you okay? That looked kinda painful! I can go get the first aid kid if you need it. I know right where it is and everything..."
<OOC> You say, "Loves the idea of Spike in a little nurses outfit. A first aid kid. <3<3<3"
<OOC> Spike says, "I meant 'first aid kit,' but okay.
"<OOC> You say, "no no, derpicdn.net/img/2013/4/3/286979/full.jpg XDDDD"
<OOC> Applejack says, "... Tarnation..."
<OOC> Big_Mac says, "is he wearin'... SPIKED heels? n.n"
<OOC> Spike says, "..."
<OOC> Rarity Giggles and huggles the dwaggie up <3
Eclair sighs, ducking her head a little as Rarity seems to buy her story. She takes a few steps after the fashionista before being distracted by the sound of a pony being pulled through a wall, "Um." She points at the place where AJ used to be before looking at Rarity again, her eyes getting big as that press of materiel starts to swirl around the room, "Uh." It's then she sees Spike, who she had overlooked, somehow, in her earlier panic. It takes a moment for her mind to register 'dragon' - and when it does her left eye twitches and she manages an, "Er..." It takes a few moments for Rarity's question to click in her head, "Oh? W-well, something bigger." She shifts in place, motioning with a hoof, "You know, the way some ponies talk, I - I was expecting something." She almost says 'tawdry' but decides this would be a mistake, "Big, and impersonal. N-nothing so - so pleasant as this!"
<OOC> Eclair stares at that link. She is afraid, but clicks it anyway, and stares a long while before observing, "That frock does nothing for his figure."
Big_Mac feels /something/ shift in the movement of the saw, but not enough to completely notice a problem, at least not until the resistance quite drastically disappears and suddenly has a bit of a plume of gyprock dust burst out toward him, followed by the sudden appearance of his sister from out of the plume and directly toward him, barrelling into the big stallion and causing him to stumble backward, as well as quite possibly ruining their otherwise straight cut with what is essentially a partial Applejack shape in the wall and possibly leaving a somewhat mutant silhouette hole.
<OOC> Eclair also notes she misread Rarity's question as 'what were you *expecting* to find.
Rarity stares at Applejack and Big Mac. Oh, this is going to get worse before it gets better. She laughs a nervous laugh and turns back to Eclair, trying to draw her attention away from the 'help' "Ahhhaha, d, don't mind them, darling! They're, erm, Ponyville's finest when it comes to carpentry, and Spike here is a good personal friend. "She observes. Casually, the "open" sign on the door outside telekinetically flips to 'Closed' She casts a direct glare towards the two along with a forced smile. "If...you'll excuse me for JUST a moment." She beams. Momentarily, Rarity appears at the hole in the wall, scowling through it. "WHAT are you two doing? I asked you to FIX the hole not make it BIGGER. Could you two PLEASE patch this BEFORE Skyblue sees it?" She huffs, and Zi-i-i-i-i-ips back to her potential sale. "Ahahahaha Haaaaaa, you look like quite the fashionable mare, you MUST know what your looking for...but, oh, I could offer a bit of advice...some, Crimson, would look simply SMASHING on you. "She beams.
Applejack staggers to her hooves and gives Mac, then Rarity, then Spike (who's basically just in the line of fire) a sheepish grin. "Uh. Aheh heh! Terrible sorry 'bout that. Kinda... lost mah hoofin' there fer a second. (Y'okay there, Mac?)" She picks up her end of the saw and is working it back into place when Rarity makes the 'naking it bigger' crack. "Yeah, an' that's just what we're fixin' ta do here! Ya can't patch a funny shape, so we're makin' us a nice square ta fill in. Trust us!" Then she catches hold, and - when her brother recovers - works with him to finish the trim as quickly as possible.
Eclair only blinks, nodding at Rarity, then shuffling in place as she looks away, humming a soft tune to herself as she pretends not to hear the exchange between the other ponies. It's only polite, after all. She smiles again to Rarity as she returns, offering a solicitous, "I hope everything's progressing smoothly with the - uh - work?" She glances towards the hole, then back, "Hum? Crimson? I - I'd never thought about that. It seems - festive?" She looks around the room again before giving Rarity another smile, "If you think crimson, then crimson it shall be! I place myself wholly into your capable hooves."
( With Macintosh covered in a coating of gyprock dusk, he's taken on nearly a pink tone, given what little of his red coat comes through the white dust, save for the applejack shape that's been left in his natural coat colour on his chest, having toppled back when Applejack hit him, mostly to prevent /squashing/ his sister should he have fell forward. Shaking his head as he pulls himself to his hooves, he chuckles sheepishly to both Rarity and Applejack "Ehh, sorry.." he rumbles, rubbing his head as he moves to take grip on the saw and move it back into place with AJ, letting her deal with her friend at the same time and readies himself to begin sawing again, though this time more aware of changes in resistance on the other side. )
Rarity's eyes flicker over to the siblings ruining her boutique, and then down to Spike, who's no doubt setting up more and more caution cones around the area. As it gets bigger. "Yes! Crimson! Scarlet! Ruby! Something shimmering! Something stunning! Something Striking! HMmmmmmmm annnnnd...Greeen....no! Wait! BLUE! Yes! "She says, dramatically throwing a hoof over her eyes. "Hold on, darling, I'm seeing something FABULOUS!"
Applejack and her brother doubletime the sawing, in an attempt to hide their mutual embarrassment. So quickly the Sky-Blue/Applejack-shaped hole is trimmed out, and the wall of the Boutique now has a neat rectangular chunk out of it. AJ sniffs the crisp November air. "Brr. Ain't doin' this a moment too soon. Hay, we should be openin' th' cider stand soon!" She lets Mac draw back the saw and the waste material while she inspects the sliced wall. "Hmmmm. We got some structural damage here, too. Ah reckon Ah'm gonna need a stud. Ya got a stud there, Mac?" She is, of course, referring to the 2x4s that hold up a wall, but... sometimes she's a bit innocent.
Spike studies the hole. "Nice! It'd be a good spot for a pet door or something, actually." He pauses and puts a finger to his snout, thoughtfully. "Although...mmmmaybe you shouldn't inflict Opalescence on the world that way, now that I think about it."
Eclair tries simultaneously to stand still for Rarity, and keep track of what's going on around her. It doesn't work very well, and then she starts to realize what Rarity is up to - and the full implications of putting herself 'wholly in Rarities hooves' means. She blanches a little under her coat. What is she going to do with a haut fashion frock? Still yet, where is she going to *keep* one? She's snapped out of her reverie by the color blue, or rather the exclaimation, "Blue?" She blinks stupidly. THEN she hears the question about the stud, wholly out of context, and her mouth closes with a click, her eyes bugging out of her head. She didn't want herself placed THAT much in anypony's hooves. No matter what sort of press they get, "Er..."
( Once Mac and Applejack get back into their sibling groove make short work of the wall and leaving quite the neat opening there, although the cool air drifting in is probably far more noticable than before. Of course, with Mac's fresh grown shaggier, and arguably more sstallionly rugged winter coat, he doesn't seem to notice it as much, but nods in agreement to his sister regardless "Eeyup." he says, while at the same time turning to the wagon to fetch a replacement stud, consisting of a sturdy and hefty beam that leaves the stallion straining just a /little/ bit. It's awkward and heavy, afterall. He brings the beam over and stands it in place, having to wedge it a little, but otherwise a perfect fit. "Ah'd let y' pick which stud, but ah dont wanna be in a wall." he grins to Applejack as he holds it in place, letting her secure it. Grinning, he nods. "Eeyup, got a good batch of cider goin' this year." he remarks to his sister. )
Rarity trots casually around Eclair, looking over different dresses, skirting by one after another after another. "No, not this, not this, not this...mmmmm noooooo, EWwwww, turquoise....never! HMmm this one do...oh! ....no. "She squeaks, going through a barrage of emotions searching for that perfect ensamble...
Applejack nods absently and picks a hammer out of her saddlebag, and a couple of nails. It takes a dextrous face to do that, but that IS what the Earth ponies rely on. "Hm? What do ya mean ya don't wanna be in a- Not THAT kinda stud, ya lunkhead! Yeesh!" but the distraction means she misses with the hammer. Well. Misses the nail, anyway. And the stud. But she doesn't miss the shelf with the four bolts of fabric on it, and when they fall off THEY don't miss the ponyquins on that side of the room, which tip over like dominoes, ending at a tall bureau with Rarity's boxes of precious gems on it, which... well, they really ARE quite lovely in that assortment and they compliment the Boutique's plus carpeting beautifully, don't they? Maybe not all of them at once, though. "... whoops."
Eclair swallows, turning her head now to follow Rarity, looking more and more concerned all the time, casting quick glances towards the pair of Apple ponies at work on the wall. So help her if anypony puts... Then she sees the beam wedged into place. She facehooves, exhaling a quiet, "Stars' garters..." This has gone quite beyond any sort of civic obligation to rubbernecking that she might have felt. Straightening up she peeks back at Rarity again, offering, "Uh, perhaps a lavender? Or light mulberry?"
Big_Mac chuckles deeply when Applejack catches on to his joke, cheeks flushed never the less, showing hes not entirely lost his shy streak from it, but then again, really only said it loud enough for his sister to hear. Mac winces as the sound is very distinctly not of a hammer hitting a stud, far from it as the hit changes from a solid hit to an all out uproar of catastrophy, sending bolts, mannequins and gems cascading everywhere domino style. he ducks his head and peeks in through the hole, just in time to catch the gems being scattered everywhere in a shower of glittering rainbows.
Eclair swallows, turning her head now to follow Rarity, looking more and more concerned all the time, casting quick glances towards the pair of Apple ponies at work on the wall. So help her if anypony puts... Then she sees the beam wedged into place. She facehooves, exhaling a quiet, "Stars' garters..." This has gone quite beyond any sort of civic obligation to rubbernecking that she might have felt. Straightening up she peeks back at Rarity again, offering, "Uh, perhaps a lavender? Or light mul..." There's something she wants to say, but the word refuses to come as she's distracted by the sound of a hammer smacking something that's not meant for smacking. Her eyes slowly get bigger, her mouth hanging agape a she watches the chain reaction, her head turning slowly as each new calamity unfolds, mesmerized by the ballet of destruction, finally managing a, "Berry?" as the gemstones scatter against her hooves.
Rarity laughs and laughs. "OH! ...HA! Look at that! "She giggles quietly, wide eyed, her right eye twitching uncontrollably. Twitch, twitch, twitch. Right after she FINALLY got the place cleaned after the Night Mare Night rush. "OH DEAR! WE'RE CLOSED! I AM -SO- DREADFULLY SORRY! YOU'LL HAVE TO COME BACK ANOTHER TIME!" Rarity sputters, right eye twitching quite a bit more, now as she rests her hooves on Eclair's behind and starts to *PUSH* the mare out of her Boutique. "HAHAHAHAHA TERRIBLE TIMING ISN'T IT?! THATS OK, I UNDERSTAND! COME BACK TOMORROW DARLING, THANK YOU! KISS KISS!" She exclaims- Applejack. Oh....Applejack...no judge is going to convict her...
Applejack droops her ears, staring at the mess. "Aw, HORSEFEATHERS! Hang on, Mac, maybe we should... uh, we should..." To anyone who doesn't know Rarity as well as Applejack does, there is metaphorical steam coming out of the unicorn's ears. AJ, however, knows that's more akin to roaring fire. "... we should get th' hay outta here before she tries ta make me inta some kinda decorative cozy!" She gathers the ir things quickly and stuffs them into the cart (except for the stud piece, which she leaves in place) before leaping in herself! "C'mon, Mac! Let's get outta here before she kills us. Ah mean me. Please? Quick-like!" She calls out, trying to placate the furious fashionista! "Sorryboutthatwe'lljustcomebacklatertafinishth'patchjob'kay?Kay!Byebyenow!"
Eclair is too dazed to resist. What just happened? Why is she moving? Who's yelling at her? Where did those orange ponies go, "I..." She starts to offer something as her mind starts working again finds she's not quite where she was, "...seem to be outside?" She looks back over at the Apples, and her eyes get bigger, finally realizing just what it was that happened, "Oh." There's a lot of weight in that word. Then again, "Oh dear."
( This side of Rarity is somewhat new, and, well, lets face it, terrifying to Macintosh who's only ever seen Rarity delicate and feminine for the most part. By the time AJ has her things hastily gathered in her saddlebags and leaps into the cart to urge Macintosh to make with the fleeing, a realization may have sunk into Applejack, that the big red draft stallion that is her brother, is nowhere to be seen. The only trace is a plume of dust headed toward the distance in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. )
Rarity's head appears through the hole in the wall only a few moments later, her eyes are red and...is that a second voice behind her first? It's hard to tell, she's speaking in a language that would unsettle a priest. But one word is clear- one bone chilling, horrible, nightmare inducing word: APPLEJACK!!!!!
Applejack whinnys in panic, and with every line takes a step back for the advancing fury! "WHOOA! Uh! Hay! Yer mane looks GREAT today! Really! Oh no, would ya look at th' time! Reckon Ah'll just leave this here! GREAT seein' ya! Uh. Um... BYE!" And Applejack takes to her hooves, too! "WAIT UP, MAC! AH NEED SOME BACKUP!" fades into the distance, and Rarity is left alone with her enlarged hole, an Apple cart full of building materials, and a Boutique freshly-coated with detritus.
Eclair stares. It's all she can do. She seems to be broken, standing there in the middle of the street. Non-Euclidian geometries and gibbering beasts from forgotten eons have nothing on this. It's just too much for her. As AJ skeedaddles from the wrath to come, the little brown pony can only lift a hoof, waving vaguely towards the hole in the wall, her voice just a touch disjointed, "Pleased to meet you." This said she moves into the town, with wandering steps and slow, to ponyville she takes her solitary way.