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.]

Comments

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

No.

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

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

You can't just lie here in the street. We've got to get you somewhere safe.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

I don't think there's much of anywhere left that qualifies as 'safe' at this point.

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

There's got to be somewhere. The least we can do is look for food. I don't want to just leave you alone in the middle of the street like this.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's quite comfortable once you get used to it. I suppose I shall have to accustom myself to sleeping in dirt every night from now on.

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

Rarity, don't be ridiculous. You are not sleeping in dirt. Come on. I can think of a few places that might be safe, or at least a few people who would know where safe places are. We just have to find them.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

If you insist.

[Rarity finally hauls herself up. She'll come along, but she doesn't have to like it.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

I do.

[That's okay, really. Nina doesn't demand cheerfulness. Just Rarity's safety.]

I think we should try to find Caesar. He's someone I know. He helps me with things. He's been planning for something like this. He might know what to do.

[frilly-filly.livejournal.com]

I just hope he has running water. I could really use a good, long soak.

[ugh ugh dirt everywhere post-apocalyptic world y u b so dirty]