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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[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!

[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.

[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.]

[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]

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

[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. ]

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

I sincerely doubt that any fabric could have survived something like this.

[hyon-soudaishou.livejournal.com]

Don't think there's any under ground? Seems like things down there are still intact, from what I've seen.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

I may be able to replenish my store of gemstones that way, but I very much doubt there's some hidden storehouse of silk or satin located in some underground cavern somewhere.

[hyon-soudaishou.livejournal.com]

[ He shrugs. ] You never know until you give it a try.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Point me in the direction of one such mythical treasure trove, and I shall be happy to make an attempt.

[hyon-soudaishou.livejournal.com]

I haven't been here long, I barely know how to find my house in this place. So I don't know what direction to point you in. [ Sorry Rarity, he's pretty useless at that. ] Could help you look though.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

This would be so much easier with my magic...