11th Dress

[prissy_hooves]

[If anyone was ever wondering how Rarity would deal with suddenly being forced to live in a hellish post-apocalyptic nuclear wasteland, the answer is 'not well.'  She's just lying there in the middle of what used to be Hastings Boulevard with the tattered remains of the fluffy pink robe she wears to bed every night just barely hanging off her form, completely shell-shocked and in the middle of a complete breakdown.]

This... this can't be!  My sewing studio... my precious fabric and gemstones!  My designs!  They're all gone!  Gone forever!

[Rarity dramatically lifts a hoof to her forehead, rolling around on her back and sobbing hysterically.]

How could this happen?  This is the worst day ever!

[Punctuating each word with what is probably still a rather over-dramatic thrash of her body, even under these circumstances, Rarity eventually ceases all movement and just continues to lie there in the street.]

I don't want to live in a world where fashion is dead.  Oh, sweet nothingness... come and claim me!  Steal away my sight, that I may no longer be forced to look upon this colorless landscape!

[And now she's mock-fainting.  A loud sigh escapes her lips as her eyes close.  Anyone who's even bothering to pay the slightest bit of attention should realize she's not dead, and is just being a huge drama queen.  But there she lies, all the same.]

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[littlemiss101.livejournal.com]

[Walking by.]


......are you alright?

[motherofjegus.livejournal.com]

Maybe we can find more fabric somewhere else.

[hyon-soudaishou.livejournal.com]

You alright there? [Okay, judging by her words, not okay at all.] Hey kid, you shouldn't wish for things like that.

1/3

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

...Kid?

2/3

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Kid?

3/3

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Is that what I look like to you? A baby goat? Oh, I knew this stale air was doing terrible things to my complexion, but I didn't think it was that bad!

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Where? Where would we possibly find more fabric? Look at this place! Everything is ruined!

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

No, I am most certainly not 'all right!' My life's work is ruined!

[hyon-soudaishou.livejournal.com]

[ Uh oh. What just happened? ]

Don't worry about that. You look fine. Not like a goat. You're a horse, don't worry.

[ Okay, he doesn't even know what she's supposed to look like. ]

It's just that when you get as old as I am, you can call most people kid.

[littlemiss101.livejournal.com]

.....what's your life's work?

[partysense.livejournal.com]

[Pinkie takes advantage of this fake unconsciousness to give Rarity a bone-crushing hug.]

[motherofjegus.livejournal.com]

Perhaps there is some salvageable fabric somewhere? I know it seems unlikely but not everything could have been destroyed.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

You're just saying that! I look dreadful! Just look at what's become of my best dressing gown!

[Yeah, this is how she deals.]

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

[Rarity gasps for air and makes a few uncomfortable 'urrrrk' sounds as she struggles to breathe.]

P-Pinkie Pie...

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

What does it even matter now?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

But quality fabric is incredibly delicate. Even if it had survived the blast, it'll hardly be serviceable for use.

[partysense.livejournal.com]

Yay, I knew you were alive!

[littlemiss101.livejournal.com]

Oh come on. It's not the end of the world.

You're still alive. That's gotta count for something.

[hyon-soudaishou.livejournal.com]

I'm not, I'm not.

[He didn't understand women. ...Upset when looking too old, upset when they looked too young.]

I'm several hundred years old, so you don't need to worry about me calling you that.

[And. Wait. ..What?] You could make a new one?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm alive.

[siiiiiiiigh]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Nina is not in the mood to deal with any of this. She'll go over to where Rarity has flung herself into the street and sigh. She speaks tiredly, and although she doesn't sound angry per se, her voice does lack the usual gentleness she affects when speaking to ponies.]

Rarity. Get up.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

If this isn't the end of the world, I'd like to see your idea of what is.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

A new one? Hah! Out of what fabric, pray tell?

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

No.

[She stubbornly lies there on her back, arms folded and lips firmly locked into 'poutyface.']

[hyon-soudaishou.livejournal.com]

You'll have to look for other fabric. Y'know, if you just see the problems, you won't get anywhere.

[ At least she's not on the verge of tears anymore. ]