Post by Scootaloo on Oct 14, 2012 18:41:54 GMT -5
Vinyl and Marble's Place
Considering they have such opposing personalities, Vinyl Scratch and Marble Memory have worked together to make this place quite the impressive family home. As it was once exclusively owned and lived in by the DJ, most of the decor and furniture belongs to her; however, her fiance, believing in tidiness and organisation, has helped her to clear the place up considerably, and it is now a lot more habitable than it was before. The living room is big; spacious and neat, (but chances are it wasn't before Marble moved in!) and houses a sofa, three comfortable chairs, a coffee table and a built-in dining area towards the back, plus a door to a small kitchen. Upstairs, there are two unused bedrooms (storage), the master bedroom and a bathroom. The bathroom is clean and airy, and the master bedroom is the perfect blend of the two ponies who occupy it. The couple live in harmony, and it's evident from the amount of photographs around and how nicely decorated the house is that their love is strong.
Featuring: Vinyl Scratch, Marble Memory, Princess Celestia
Where normally (well, almost normally) there is calm in the Scratch/Memory household, today is a panic. Princess Celestia is visiting town, and, much to the couple's surprise, she expressed her desire to visit her ex-employee and his fiance. So now there's a huge panic as the two ponies rush to get everything absolutely spotless for their leader, and Vinyl's horn is on full power as she moves around the house, arranging flowers, spraying air freshener, wiping tables and clearing up the rooms. She calls hurriedly over to her partner. "Marble, *quick!* HRH will be here *any minute now!*"
Unfotunately for Vinyl Marble is perhaps a LITTLE too metiuculous... he's been spraying and wiping down the glass on his desk, inch by painful inch, for the past two hours. And he's only a quarter of the way through and he has mentioned "plans" for the drawers in his desk. This is not good.
Vinyl looks over at her husband-to-be and rolls her eyes. Quick as a flash, she uses three dusters at once (huzzah magic!) to completely wipe down Marble's desk, before pulling the bottle and cloth out of his hooves, putting them away, and dragging the poor colt over to a mirror. Not that Vinyl is *in any way* bothered about *anything* to do with her looks, but she did spend like, two hours doing her mane this morning. And very almost forced Marble into the same fate, had he not spotted a spider and fled fifteen minutes into the procedure. Smoothing down her mane a little, checking her shades are straight, she then turns to Marble and begins dusting off his suit and fixing his collar.
Marble was so very unprepared to be yanked back over to the mirror, especially in light of the Terror that Lurks Nearby. "Bu-wait! Spider! What about the spider?!" Marble flails, he doesn't want the eight-legged thing to see him. It might start scheming and scamming and plotting. Oh, spiders are so terrifying.
"I put the spider outside! Now *stand still*!" says Vinyl, exasperated, as she tugs and pulls at Marble's outfit. She adjusts his own glasses and sighs, tilting her head sideways. "Is your mane combed enough? Maybe I should put some hairspray in..." It's at this moment that the doorbell rings, and Vinyl jumps, clinging to Marble with urgency. "That's her!"
Marble shrieks, though it's only the doorbell, he automatically assumes it's the spider coming for revenge, so he runs for the living room once more, not watching where he is going. He trips over one of the six extra bottles of cleaner he set next to the desk, faceplants, flinging the duster and one of the 24 cleaning cloths he was using on the desk, sending both over towards the door, tangling one end of the duster with the wet cloth. The cloth latches onto teh door handle, simultaneously cleaning the handle as the weight of the duster pulls the cloth and the handle down, unlatching the door, allowing it to open for the princess as Marble lies face-first on the floor right in the middle of the living room.
But do you know what's also terrifying? Perhaps even moreso than spiders? A royal guard suddenly knocking at your door. Unless you're expecting a visitor in the form of one of the royal family that rules the grand realm of Equestria, of course. The royal guard is about to bring up a hoof to press the doorbell when the door decides to open... albeit into a rather interesting sight. Perhaps it's a particular culture's way of... greeting? It's quite a bow, needless to say. The guard stares at the face-planted former bureaucrat for a long moment before clearing his throat. "Her Majesty, Princess Celestia," the guard says before stepping to the side. The Princess makes her way in through the door into the -extra clean- living room. So clean the handle's /literally/ shining in the presence of the sun Princess. The guard outside, meanwhile, is simply pondering whether Marble's part-zebra.
It was inevitable that *something* of this kind would happen between the doorbell ringing and the door itself being opened, and although Vinyl lets out a sigh and lowers her head in shame, she won't lie about having pretty much gotten used to it with Marble. And, in return, Marble has had to get used to Vinyl's sense of... class, which she displays perfectly with her first sentence. "Ooh, we got a free guard? Niiice."
Marble takes several moments to get the will to recover from this embarassment. Mostly it's Vinyl's comment that revives him. "What? W... w-we can't afford a guard! Do you know how much feeding one would cost?" And that's when Marble sees Celestia. He shrieks at first, then he gets a hols of himself. "I mean... HELLO! Y... y-your higness!"
Vinyl Scratch. Definition of classy. If you looked up 'classy' in the dictionary, there'd be Vinyl Scratch partying it up at a rave with Marble Memory standing a short distance away, looking like he just saw a spider in his drink. Probably because there actually is. That club has some insane drinks. And lots of ponies dressed up like royal guards. Well, royal guards in incredibly skimpy armor. Really, you'd think that a bronze mankini would be painful... Marble pulls it off best, somehow. Don't ask how the Princess knows that. BUT. REGARDLESS. "Hello, Vinyl Scratch and Marble Memory. Thank you so much for offering me such fine hospitality," the Princess says with a polite tip of her head. "And Marble! I'm so pleased you appear to have taken up such an intense exercise routine. You must have learned from our most recent visitor from Zebrica."
Well, you know how it goes. When it comes to class, if Vinyl's going down, she's dragging Marble down with her. Still, she makes a hasty attempt at bowing, before standing upright again and readjusting her hair. Mane over manners, as they say. Or something like that. "Hi, Princess! We're totally glad you could come. Here, take a seat! Would you like a drink?" the DJ says, gesturing to the sofa, hoping the Princess doesn't sit down on the seat with the whoopie cushion und- Oops.
Marble isn't even *aware* there's a whoopie cushion even in his home!" Marble seems to be calming down now that the princess is here and visiting and everything is starting to... improve? "It's... It really is such a pleasure to see you again since... m-my resignation, princess."
'Mane over manners' - motto of Ponyville's Classless Manedressers Guild. Particularly popular among three rambunctious Ponyvillian foals. Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara, and the pony incarnation of Luna's prized ceramic cat collection (PILPCCC, or 'PIP' for short). "Yes, Vinyl, a drink would be delightful, thank you." The Princess steps into the living room and begins to sit down on the couch. Naturally, this is punctuated with a loud 'PPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH', a short pause, then another 'PPATTTTTHHHHHHHHH', a short pause, then 'PPTTH'. 'PTH'. The Princess sits and awaits a beverage, smiling kindl towards Vinyl and her fiance. "And it is a pleasure to see you again as well, Marble. How is the race for Ponyville Chancellor going?"
*PTH*.
Classy is as classy does, and in Vinyl's case this includes (ever so classily) snorting and covering her mouth, trying desperately to suppress a laugh. She clears her throat, regains her composure (almost) and straightens up. "So... what drink would you like? We have tea, coffee, soda, apple juice, oh, and there's stacks of booze but I wouldn't have thought you'd drink much, Princess." Ah, yes. A good impression is vital for this mare.
Marble, in the meantime, through all his life, has never been prepared for this moment. He is stock-still. A statue, transfixed, staring at the princess. And he can practically hear and see it now. Fugitives from the law, he and his fiance would have to leave Equestria to become chicken farmers in the Griffon Kingdom somewhere, bartering for food and paperwork. Searchlights at night, every night, for years, wanted ponies. He can't move.
"A cup of tea would be lovely, Vinyl Scratch," Celestia responds to the discoteque mare's offer with her familiar, loving smile. Although it does get colored with a bit of confusion as she notices Marble's complete... lack of movement? Celestia stares at Marble for a long moment. "..." The guard even peeks in at the awkward silence. Head tilted, the guard steps in and brings up a hoof to poke at Marble. Marble statue? Poke poke. Poke poke. Stare.
Vinyl trots off to make the tea, returning a few minutes later and magically levitating the drink over to the Princess, placing it on the coffee table in front of her. She looks at the guard and giggles, giving him a cup of tea, too. (Because when a guard walks in your home, you have to give him *something*. Srs.) "Oh, don't mind Marbs. He's just being a scaredy colt," the DJ says cheerfully, kissing the bureaucrat's cheek.
So much for things going well. Marble is still playing all the horrible, horrible scenarios in his head about what could happen due to his fiance's joke. Then the guard pokes him. At first it was mistaken for a very tiny bee, the high-pitched, very quiet eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound in the air, until, finally Marble blurts out, "WEAREALLINMORTALDANGERDARLING." Marble needs to calm down.
The guard takes the tea jovially. Rarely to hosts give /him/ tea! His face is a veritable n.n as he *ssssp* *sssp* *ssssp* from the tea before setting the teacup on the statue-Marble's backside. "A scaredy colt? Oh, he doesn't need to be that today. Or did he see a spider?" the Princess asks before sipping from the cup of tea presented to her by her lovely hostess.
Vinyl eeps as the guard's tea splashes onto the floor when Marble jumps and yells. Biting her lip, the musician cleans up the tea before going to get more, nodding solemnly at the Princess. "Afraid so. You know what he's like," she says, before returning from the kitchen with a full pot of tea and more cups. She sets them on the coffee table before going to deal with her future husband. "Marble. We are not going to die. We are not going to get hurt. We are not going to leave Equestria." she hisses, almost reading his thoughts. "Now hush up, the Princess is here."
Finally, all the stored fidgets in MArble's system occur very rapidly. Lots of fidgetting and the bureaucrat and sits down. He is so very worried. He honestly should know better than anypony in the room except possibly the guard (Who has no doubt lost his tea by this point.) what Celestia's like. He really shouldn't worry. "S... s-so... h... h-h-h-how have you been?"
The guard frowns as he loses a bit of tea from Marble-statue's sudden decision to move. Upon it being replaced, however, the guard beams happily once more and returns to his post, sipping from the teacup outside. While keeping a vigilant watch, of course. With his tea. Delightful tea. And a scone he manage to purchase from a passing merchant. Life is good for a guard. "I have been good, Marble, thank you. How are you two? I hope the wedding plans are progressing smoothly?" *PTH*
Vinyl sits down on a chair, casually taking a *siiiiip* of her own tea and relaxing back. "Oh, alright," she says to the Princess, smiling warmly. "Things are a little... delayed, due to various stuff, but it's cool. Plenty of time. Right Marbsie?"
"Absolutely. Not like I'm working today." Marble says, then, in his insane levels of nerves, laughs crazily. "I mean, I'm only running for office! I just hope Ponyville votes for me or I'm *really* in trouble."
"Yes, I'm aware of the elections going on in Ponyville," the Princess says with a little smile to the former bureaucrat. "I certainly wish you the best of luck, Marble. Although you hav esome stiff competition!" the Princess comments before taking another sip of her tea. "It should make for an exciting election, no matter what."
Vinyl grins. "Oh, he's great at all that public speaking stuff," she lies effortlessly, sipping. "I think he's got it in the bag. Though it would be awesome if Pinkie got the position, too! She has a great approach. Really... classy." She giggles a little, before leaning over to nudge Marbsie. "Wanna tell the Princess about how great I was at helping you?" she suggests with a smirk.
"HEr approach is insane and will lead Ponyville to ruon." Marble says bluntly, disagreeing with his fiance on this point. "During debates she's out-and-out stated she was going to be corrupt and not at all responsible. That's... that's my platform. Marble for a Responsoble Ponyville." Marle is still a wee bit nervous.
Except for the fact that the Chancellor of Ponyville does absolutely nothing. They do get a plaque. But no real responsibilities. Voters can't be entrsted with selecting someone who actually /does/ things, after all! What a preposterous idea. Celestia, for her part, elevates herself above the politics and simply sits from her tea. "I am sure you will be an exceptionally Responsible Ponyvillian, Marble. Ponyville would be lucky to have you."
Vinyl giggles at Marble and sets her tea down, shuffling across the sofa and wrapping her hooves around the bureaucrat. "Marble will be my manager if he doesn't get Chancellor." she says proudly. "He looks after me really well."
MArble looks incredibly nervous and uneasy about his fiance's statement. "Y... y... y..." He is frozen again as his fiance is draped across him. He's feeling particularly on the spot now. "Y..."
Celestia consumes the final remaining bit of her tea before setting her teacup down on the table in front of her. "I know he does, Vinyl Scratch. He is, after all, quite an exceptional Keeper," the Princess comments with a smile, before turning her attention towards the once-again-nervous-frozen-and-sputtering-Marble. Sort of like a lawnmower you can't /quite/ get going on the first few tries. Maybe he needs a primer. Or something. That's VInyl's job, as ladyfriend. The Princess of Equestria pushes herself up from the rave-mare's couch. *PTH*. "But as delightful a visit as it has been, I'm afraid I have other duties to which I must attend. Thank you for your hospitality, Vinyl Scratch and Marble Memory." The Princess tips her head politely to each.
Considering they have such opposing personalities, Vinyl Scratch and Marble Memory have worked together to make this place quite the impressive family home. As it was once exclusively owned and lived in by the DJ, most of the decor and furniture belongs to her; however, her fiance, believing in tidiness and organisation, has helped her to clear the place up considerably, and it is now a lot more habitable than it was before. The living room is big; spacious and neat, (but chances are it wasn't before Marble moved in!) and houses a sofa, three comfortable chairs, a coffee table and a built-in dining area towards the back, plus a door to a small kitchen. Upstairs, there are two unused bedrooms (storage), the master bedroom and a bathroom. The bathroom is clean and airy, and the master bedroom is the perfect blend of the two ponies who occupy it. The couple live in harmony, and it's evident from the amount of photographs around and how nicely decorated the house is that their love is strong.
Featuring: Vinyl Scratch, Marble Memory, Princess Celestia
Where normally (well, almost normally) there is calm in the Scratch/Memory household, today is a panic. Princess Celestia is visiting town, and, much to the couple's surprise, she expressed her desire to visit her ex-employee and his fiance. So now there's a huge panic as the two ponies rush to get everything absolutely spotless for their leader, and Vinyl's horn is on full power as she moves around the house, arranging flowers, spraying air freshener, wiping tables and clearing up the rooms. She calls hurriedly over to her partner. "Marble, *quick!* HRH will be here *any minute now!*"
Unfotunately for Vinyl Marble is perhaps a LITTLE too metiuculous... he's been spraying and wiping down the glass on his desk, inch by painful inch, for the past two hours. And he's only a quarter of the way through and he has mentioned "plans" for the drawers in his desk. This is not good.
Vinyl looks over at her husband-to-be and rolls her eyes. Quick as a flash, she uses three dusters at once (huzzah magic!) to completely wipe down Marble's desk, before pulling the bottle and cloth out of his hooves, putting them away, and dragging the poor colt over to a mirror. Not that Vinyl is *in any way* bothered about *anything* to do with her looks, but she did spend like, two hours doing her mane this morning. And very almost forced Marble into the same fate, had he not spotted a spider and fled fifteen minutes into the procedure. Smoothing down her mane a little, checking her shades are straight, she then turns to Marble and begins dusting off his suit and fixing his collar.
Marble was so very unprepared to be yanked back over to the mirror, especially in light of the Terror that Lurks Nearby. "Bu-wait! Spider! What about the spider?!" Marble flails, he doesn't want the eight-legged thing to see him. It might start scheming and scamming and plotting. Oh, spiders are so terrifying.
"I put the spider outside! Now *stand still*!" says Vinyl, exasperated, as she tugs and pulls at Marble's outfit. She adjusts his own glasses and sighs, tilting her head sideways. "Is your mane combed enough? Maybe I should put some hairspray in..." It's at this moment that the doorbell rings, and Vinyl jumps, clinging to Marble with urgency. "That's her!"
Marble shrieks, though it's only the doorbell, he automatically assumes it's the spider coming for revenge, so he runs for the living room once more, not watching where he is going. He trips over one of the six extra bottles of cleaner he set next to the desk, faceplants, flinging the duster and one of the 24 cleaning cloths he was using on the desk, sending both over towards the door, tangling one end of the duster with the wet cloth. The cloth latches onto teh door handle, simultaneously cleaning the handle as the weight of the duster pulls the cloth and the handle down, unlatching the door, allowing it to open for the princess as Marble lies face-first on the floor right in the middle of the living room.
But do you know what's also terrifying? Perhaps even moreso than spiders? A royal guard suddenly knocking at your door. Unless you're expecting a visitor in the form of one of the royal family that rules the grand realm of Equestria, of course. The royal guard is about to bring up a hoof to press the doorbell when the door decides to open... albeit into a rather interesting sight. Perhaps it's a particular culture's way of... greeting? It's quite a bow, needless to say. The guard stares at the face-planted former bureaucrat for a long moment before clearing his throat. "Her Majesty, Princess Celestia," the guard says before stepping to the side. The Princess makes her way in through the door into the -extra clean- living room. So clean the handle's /literally/ shining in the presence of the sun Princess. The guard outside, meanwhile, is simply pondering whether Marble's part-zebra.
It was inevitable that *something* of this kind would happen between the doorbell ringing and the door itself being opened, and although Vinyl lets out a sigh and lowers her head in shame, she won't lie about having pretty much gotten used to it with Marble. And, in return, Marble has had to get used to Vinyl's sense of... class, which she displays perfectly with her first sentence. "Ooh, we got a free guard? Niiice."
Marble takes several moments to get the will to recover from this embarassment. Mostly it's Vinyl's comment that revives him. "What? W... w-we can't afford a guard! Do you know how much feeding one would cost?" And that's when Marble sees Celestia. He shrieks at first, then he gets a hols of himself. "I mean... HELLO! Y... y-your higness!"
Vinyl Scratch. Definition of classy. If you looked up 'classy' in the dictionary, there'd be Vinyl Scratch partying it up at a rave with Marble Memory standing a short distance away, looking like he just saw a spider in his drink. Probably because there actually is. That club has some insane drinks. And lots of ponies dressed up like royal guards. Well, royal guards in incredibly skimpy armor. Really, you'd think that a bronze mankini would be painful... Marble pulls it off best, somehow. Don't ask how the Princess knows that. BUT. REGARDLESS. "Hello, Vinyl Scratch and Marble Memory. Thank you so much for offering me such fine hospitality," the Princess says with a polite tip of her head. "And Marble! I'm so pleased you appear to have taken up such an intense exercise routine. You must have learned from our most recent visitor from Zebrica."
Well, you know how it goes. When it comes to class, if Vinyl's going down, she's dragging Marble down with her. Still, she makes a hasty attempt at bowing, before standing upright again and readjusting her hair. Mane over manners, as they say. Or something like that. "Hi, Princess! We're totally glad you could come. Here, take a seat! Would you like a drink?" the DJ says, gesturing to the sofa, hoping the Princess doesn't sit down on the seat with the whoopie cushion und- Oops.
Marble isn't even *aware* there's a whoopie cushion even in his home!" Marble seems to be calming down now that the princess is here and visiting and everything is starting to... improve? "It's... It really is such a pleasure to see you again since... m-my resignation, princess."
'Mane over manners' - motto of Ponyville's Classless Manedressers Guild. Particularly popular among three rambunctious Ponyvillian foals. Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara, and the pony incarnation of Luna's prized ceramic cat collection (PILPCCC, or 'PIP' for short). "Yes, Vinyl, a drink would be delightful, thank you." The Princess steps into the living room and begins to sit down on the couch. Naturally, this is punctuated with a loud 'PPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH', a short pause, then another 'PPATTTTTHHHHHHHHH', a short pause, then 'PPTTH'. 'PTH'. The Princess sits and awaits a beverage, smiling kindl towards Vinyl and her fiance. "And it is a pleasure to see you again as well, Marble. How is the race for Ponyville Chancellor going?"
*PTH*.
Classy is as classy does, and in Vinyl's case this includes (ever so classily) snorting and covering her mouth, trying desperately to suppress a laugh. She clears her throat, regains her composure (almost) and straightens up. "So... what drink would you like? We have tea, coffee, soda, apple juice, oh, and there's stacks of booze but I wouldn't have thought you'd drink much, Princess." Ah, yes. A good impression is vital for this mare.
Marble, in the meantime, through all his life, has never been prepared for this moment. He is stock-still. A statue, transfixed, staring at the princess. And he can practically hear and see it now. Fugitives from the law, he and his fiance would have to leave Equestria to become chicken farmers in the Griffon Kingdom somewhere, bartering for food and paperwork. Searchlights at night, every night, for years, wanted ponies. He can't move.
"A cup of tea would be lovely, Vinyl Scratch," Celestia responds to the discoteque mare's offer with her familiar, loving smile. Although it does get colored with a bit of confusion as she notices Marble's complete... lack of movement? Celestia stares at Marble for a long moment. "..." The guard even peeks in at the awkward silence. Head tilted, the guard steps in and brings up a hoof to poke at Marble. Marble statue? Poke poke. Poke poke. Stare.
Vinyl trots off to make the tea, returning a few minutes later and magically levitating the drink over to the Princess, placing it on the coffee table in front of her. She looks at the guard and giggles, giving him a cup of tea, too. (Because when a guard walks in your home, you have to give him *something*. Srs.) "Oh, don't mind Marbs. He's just being a scaredy colt," the DJ says cheerfully, kissing the bureaucrat's cheek.
So much for things going well. Marble is still playing all the horrible, horrible scenarios in his head about what could happen due to his fiance's joke. Then the guard pokes him. At first it was mistaken for a very tiny bee, the high-pitched, very quiet eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound in the air, until, finally Marble blurts out, "WEAREALLINMORTALDANGERDARLING." Marble needs to calm down.
The guard takes the tea jovially. Rarely to hosts give /him/ tea! His face is a veritable n.n as he *ssssp* *sssp* *ssssp* from the tea before setting the teacup on the statue-Marble's backside. "A scaredy colt? Oh, he doesn't need to be that today. Or did he see a spider?" the Princess asks before sipping from the cup of tea presented to her by her lovely hostess.
Vinyl eeps as the guard's tea splashes onto the floor when Marble jumps and yells. Biting her lip, the musician cleans up the tea before going to get more, nodding solemnly at the Princess. "Afraid so. You know what he's like," she says, before returning from the kitchen with a full pot of tea and more cups. She sets them on the coffee table before going to deal with her future husband. "Marble. We are not going to die. We are not going to get hurt. We are not going to leave Equestria." she hisses, almost reading his thoughts. "Now hush up, the Princess is here."
Finally, all the stored fidgets in MArble's system occur very rapidly. Lots of fidgetting and the bureaucrat and sits down. He is so very worried. He honestly should know better than anypony in the room except possibly the guard (Who has no doubt lost his tea by this point.) what Celestia's like. He really shouldn't worry. "S... s-so... h... h-h-h-how have you been?"
The guard frowns as he loses a bit of tea from Marble-statue's sudden decision to move. Upon it being replaced, however, the guard beams happily once more and returns to his post, sipping from the teacup outside. While keeping a vigilant watch, of course. With his tea. Delightful tea. And a scone he manage to purchase from a passing merchant. Life is good for a guard. "I have been good, Marble, thank you. How are you two? I hope the wedding plans are progressing smoothly?" *PTH*
Vinyl sits down on a chair, casually taking a *siiiiip* of her own tea and relaxing back. "Oh, alright," she says to the Princess, smiling warmly. "Things are a little... delayed, due to various stuff, but it's cool. Plenty of time. Right Marbsie?"
"Absolutely. Not like I'm working today." Marble says, then, in his insane levels of nerves, laughs crazily. "I mean, I'm only running for office! I just hope Ponyville votes for me or I'm *really* in trouble."
"Yes, I'm aware of the elections going on in Ponyville," the Princess says with a little smile to the former bureaucrat. "I certainly wish you the best of luck, Marble. Although you hav esome stiff competition!" the Princess comments before taking another sip of her tea. "It should make for an exciting election, no matter what."
Vinyl grins. "Oh, he's great at all that public speaking stuff," she lies effortlessly, sipping. "I think he's got it in the bag. Though it would be awesome if Pinkie got the position, too! She has a great approach. Really... classy." She giggles a little, before leaning over to nudge Marbsie. "Wanna tell the Princess about how great I was at helping you?" she suggests with a smirk.
"HEr approach is insane and will lead Ponyville to ruon." Marble says bluntly, disagreeing with his fiance on this point. "During debates she's out-and-out stated she was going to be corrupt and not at all responsible. That's... that's my platform. Marble for a Responsoble Ponyville." Marle is still a wee bit nervous.
Except for the fact that the Chancellor of Ponyville does absolutely nothing. They do get a plaque. But no real responsibilities. Voters can't be entrsted with selecting someone who actually /does/ things, after all! What a preposterous idea. Celestia, for her part, elevates herself above the politics and simply sits from her tea. "I am sure you will be an exceptionally Responsible Ponyvillian, Marble. Ponyville would be lucky to have you."
Vinyl giggles at Marble and sets her tea down, shuffling across the sofa and wrapping her hooves around the bureaucrat. "Marble will be my manager if he doesn't get Chancellor." she says proudly. "He looks after me really well."
MArble looks incredibly nervous and uneasy about his fiance's statement. "Y... y... y..." He is frozen again as his fiance is draped across him. He's feeling particularly on the spot now. "Y..."
Celestia consumes the final remaining bit of her tea before setting her teacup down on the table in front of her. "I know he does, Vinyl Scratch. He is, after all, quite an exceptional Keeper," the Princess comments with a smile, before turning her attention towards the once-again-nervous-frozen-and-sputtering-Marble. Sort of like a lawnmower you can't /quite/ get going on the first few tries. Maybe he needs a primer. Or something. That's VInyl's job, as ladyfriend. The Princess of Equestria pushes herself up from the rave-mare's couch. *PTH*. "But as delightful a visit as it has been, I'm afraid I have other duties to which I must attend. Thank you for your hospitality, Vinyl Scratch and Marble Memory." The Princess tips her head politely to each.
