9th Dress

[prissy_hooves]

[What bad timing. Rarity finally just came out of her self-imposed seclusion yesterday, only to be shoved into one of those gross-looking pods and replaced with a vindictive clone of herself. And pod!Rarity wastes no time at all in getting on the phones to screw with the rest of the town. Her voice is no less cheerful than usual, but it's just slightly haughtier than usual, like she's looking down on everyone else.]

Well, I'd say it's about time to get down to business again. Carousel Boutique is open for commissions! My schedule is completely clear, and it belongs to all of you! And not a moment too soon, if I do say so myself. After all, I've seen the dreadful excuse for fashion you've all been wearing around town recently. Honestly, I don't know how some of you can stand to look in the mirror in the morning, let alone set foot outside your house!

...Actually, I suppose I applaud your bravery in that regard; I could never even dream of being seen in public looking like that. But worry not, citizens of Mayfield! Your Rarity is here for you. I view it as my greatest challenge as a designer to make you all look presentable. You get stylish new clothing, and I don't have to cringe as I walk down the street anymore! See? Everypony wins. Isn't that generous of me?

Comments

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

No, too risky. Besides, I'm not about to give up any of my fabric to an impostor.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Ask her nicely?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, I don't know... if I were her, I wouldn't really be in much of a mood to negotiate after being locked in a trunk.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Throw the chest into the lake?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't exactly want to kill her, either.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

...Leave her in the chest, cut airholes, go out for a nice, relaxing tea, have a round of cards, and return tomorrow morning hoping she's turned to dust?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Yes, that sounds much better.

[There are some vague muffled protest noises coming from inside the trunk.]

Quiet in there!

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

As you prefer.

[Flash of light, purple leopard, ten claw puncture, fwoosh return. All done in five seconds flat.]

...And just in time for happy hour.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

I can take things from here. Thank you very much for the kind assistance, Mr. Grimsley.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Think nothing of it. I need my fashion designer intact if I'm to survive in this town, after all.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

But of course! I am at your disposal.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Well, then.

[And he offers an arm.]

Shall we see if the wine selection is up to its usual standards?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Yes, let's!

[Rarity smiles, reaching up to touch at his arm before trotting along beside him.]