[Mayfield, there is a sad pony hanging out on the front porch of 836 Hastings Boulevard. Like so many others, Rarity had the dream the previous night, and agreed to the bargain to save her friends and the home she'd always hoped to return to someday. It pains her that she had to learn about the damage her existence would cause to Ponyville from her dear younger sister Sweetie Belle of all ponies, but it turns out this would be for the best. So what's there for a slowly fading pony to do but to write out her last will and testament? Passersby will find Rarity sitting sadly on the porch, a long piece of paper unfurled in front of her and a quill pen levitating beside her as she begins to write. She's narrating it all out loud for dramatic effect, of course.]

I, Rarity, being of sound mind and body, do hereby render this document as my last will and testament, herein and hereby revoking and making void any and all wills heretofore made by me.

Item 1: As the state of my soul has previously been provided for by one human town by the name of Mayfield, I shall not require a remembrance service to be held in my honor, nor any manner of elaborate memorial to be constructed in my name.

Item 2: To my dear, sweet sister Sweetie Belle, I hereby bequeath the Carousel Boutique, my home and studio, to use in whatever fashion she sees fit.

Item 3: To my friend Twilight Sparkle, I leave my collection of finished dresses. As Princess Celestia's apprentice and frequent visitor to Canterlot, she is in most dire need.

Item 4: To my friend Fluttershy, I leave my lovable pet cat Opalescence, as I know she will take excellent care of her. I also leave to Fluttershy my entire stock of fabric and my sewing machine; may she use it to create the French couture fashions she has always desired.

Item 5: To my friend Pinkie Pie, I leave my collection of porcelain dishes, napkins, silverware, and tablecloths. I am certain they will serve her well at future parties.

Item 6: To my friend Applejack, I leave my makeup. May she some day discover its use.

Item 7: To my friend Rainbow Dash, I leave my tea set, in the hopes that it will inject a bit of culture and sophistication into her daily life.

Item 8: To Spike - my biggest fan - I leave...

[Rarity pauses here for a moment to swallow a lump in her throat. A small whimper escapes her mouth before she continues on.]

...my entire collection of rare gemstones. I trust he will find them [uncomfortable squeak] delicious.

Item 9: And finally, to Princess Celestia, I leave the Element of Generosity, as I have proven myself unworthy to wield it.

The undersigned has declared the content of this document to be fully accurate and legally binding for all purposes relating to the death thereof.

[And finally, repeating her own name as she does so, Rarity signs her name at the bottom of the form in swirly script letters.]

Well... I suppose now there's only one thing left to do.

[Rarity's horn glows briefly as she flops dramatically forward. Out of nowhere (or rather, from somewhere conveniently 'off-camera'), a pony-sized chaise lounge slides in to catch her. She lands on it and drapes a hoof across her face as the tears flow down from her eyes.]

And now, a fond farewell!! Farewell to you, friends! Farewell to you, family! May you live long and fruitful lives in my place! I only hope that my sacrifice has in some small way ensured your happiness.

[And now she's just going to wallow in her misery and roll around and cry like the dramatic little thing she is.]

[Well, this is worrisome.  It looks like one of Rarity's housemates is gone for good.  She noticed almost right away - it was a dead giveaway when Rarity looked into Xion's room and noticed her favorite black hooded robe missing.  Leave it to this one to notice disappearing clothing before everything else.  Sighing a bit, she heads for the phones to inform the rest of the town.  Xion was a sweet girl, after all - she had to have friends who would want to know.]

[Phone]

[Rarity clears her throat for a moment before speaking.]

If any of you were friends with a girl named Xion... it seems she's gone back home, quite likely for good.  Her clothing is missing from her room.  I... thought it only appropriate to inform you all.

[Action; 836 Hastings]

[Later that day, Rarity can be found in the sewing room as usual.  If anyone peeks in, she's working on something a little different than usual - just one long piece of plain black cloth.  There's a pile of sparkling gems that she recently got back lying in the corner, but she doesn't seem to be using any of them on this project.]

[Action; around town]

[Well, that little project from earlier is ready, so Rarity's wearing it around town as she takes a walk to clear her mind.  It's strange living with the drone of someone you'd gotten to be friends with, especially for somepony who's never had to live with one before.  Still, Rarity doesn't intend to forget Xion or the bond of friendship they'd formed.  And even though she wasn't a fan of what passes for fashion in Organization XIII, sewing a pony-sized replica of their robe and wearing it herself as she enjoys the cool night air is Rarity's small way of honoring Xion's memory.  The detail is meticulous, right down to the silver chains.  It's really the least she could do to remember a friend.]

[So, it's been exactly one week since Rarity was brutally murdered by Black Mage because he didn't feel like paying for his Halloween costumes.  She's been very scarce since coming back the next morning, not really sure of how to deal with having been through such a harrowing experience.  Most of the ensuing week was spent hiding in her room, cloaked in a black shawl she'd made for herself shortly after waking up in the doghouse again.  The first few days, she just kept herself locked in there entirely, refusing to even eat.  Eventually, as the week wore on, she started coming around more, but always with the shawl wrapped around herself.  But even Rarity knows that you can't dramatically mope over something forever, even if it is completely terrifying.  So she's heading for the phones to let everyone know she's okay.  By playing it off and acting totally fine.]

[Phone; unfiltered]

...Well.  That certainly wasn't an experience I'm keen on repeating anytime soon.  Mr. B.M. - in the future, if you are unsatisfied with my work, you need only say something.  Not that I have any intention of doing business with you again in the first place, of course.

...

There.  Now that that trifle is out of the way, can anypony tell me more about this Halloween holiday we appear to have coming up next week?  Is it anything at all like Nightmare Night?  It sounds rather similar.

[Phone; filtered to Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Princess Celestia]

Good day, everypony!  I do hope you're all doing well after... whatever that was that happened this week.  I'm afraid there wasn't much I could do to help, since whatever happened seemed to have left the victims quite beyond the bounds of fashion or reason.  However, I'd like to do something to make it up to all of you.  Borrowing a page from Pinkie Pie's book, I would like to cordially invite you all for afternoon tea this Friday.  The family I live with here has been quite gracious since my arrival, so I hope none of you will mind that I'm extending an invite to them as well.  It would be rather rude of me to throw a party in their house without inviting them, after all.  Please bring whatever you like if there is something specific you'd like to eat, though I am already planning on supplying tea and cucumber sandwiches myself.  Pinkie Pie, I'm looking at you in particular to provide our dessert selections - I'm sure you won't let us down.  I hope to see you all there!

[This last part is filtered away from Princess Celestia, but still to the others.]

I've also invited Princess Celestia, so it goes without saying that everypony should be dressed to impress and on their best behavior!  Remember, Friday afternoon!  Don't be late!

[Action; 836 Hastings]

[For anyone in the family who's curious, Rarity's spent the better part of the day in her room.  The sound of the sewing machine has been steadily humming from behind closed doors, and anyone listening closely can hear the telltale sparkling sound of Rarity's magic as she continues working on whatever it is she's doing in there, as well as periodic comments to herself.]

Let's see... I'll need something appropriate to wear.  I wouldn't want to disappoint Princess Celestia!  Oh, but perhaps I should make dresses for the others as well - I wouldn't want to outshine them too much.

[Action; around Mayfield; throughout the week]

[When she's not in her room sewing dresses and things together, Rarity's out and about in Mayfield looking for party supplies.  This is of course made difficult by the drones' annoyingly persistent claims that she is a common housepet, but she's managed to make things work well enough.  Anyone near the shops will see Rarity dressed in a black cloak and dark sunglasses, watching drone shopkeepers closely and sneaking into the stores while their backs are turned.  Out of pure necessity, she's learned how to skulk about unnoticed, quickly gather together the things she needs, and leave appropriate payment near the cash register with her magic before running out of the store again.  It's working, but it's a bit tiring, especially since she's pulling it all behind her in a little red wagon as she moves between stores.  Feel free to run into her at any point in this process.]

[Rarity is the hero of the day, having consumed one of the bottles of milk delivered to 836 Hastings in order to save her housemate's life.  Unfortunately, however, that means she is now suffering the effects of the milk herself.  Anyone in the vicinity will hear a high pitched shriek.]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Immediately following this sound, the door to the house flies open and out runs Rarity, covered from horn to hoof in spiders.]

Spiders!  They're in my hair!  Get them off, get them off, get them off!

[She runs around the front yard in utter panic for a minute or so before dropping to the ground and rolling around, trying to get them off.  Sadly, this only serves to compound her problems, as not only does it fail to rid her of her arachnid problem, but it also gets her dirty.  And once she realizes that, she screams again.]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!  Dirt!  It's everywhere!  Get it off, get it off, get it off!

[Eventually, she just hunkers down on the ground and starts to cry, shivering in place as the spiders continue to crawl all over her and ruin her coat and mane.  This is the worst day.]

[Phone; unfiltered]

Well, it certainly seems that Mayfield is even more uncultured than I'd originally thought.  Listen to all of you, airing out all of your secrets and dark thoughts over the phone.  You should all be ashamed of yourselves!  What kind of manners are those?  Thankfully, as a proper lady, I don't have to worry about that sort of thing.  I would never pick up the phone and air all of my secret grievances with my friends, like how Applejack really needs to take better care of that tangled mess she calls a mane if she is to have any hope of attracting her own Prince Charming.  Or how Rainbow Dash has no tact at all and the worst manners I've ever seen.  I mean, really, what does '20% cooler' even mean?  How does one quantify that sort of thing?  It makes no sense whatsoever.  Twilight Sparkle needs to learn that not every answer for every situation can be found inside a book, and would it really kill Pinkie Pie to throw a quiet party where everyone sits around sipping tea and making light conversation?  Just once in a while?  Also, Spike, dear... I'm afraid you don't look quite as good in a moustache as you seem to think.  Some dragons can pull off a moustache, but you are sadly not among them.  As for Fluttershy... well, it's a good thing she isn't here, as much as I do miss her.  After all, when she's actually putting forth the effort, she easily outshines me in almost every way without even trying!

[...Paaaaaaaause, as she takes in everything she just said, but especially that last part.]

...Not that I have a complex about that sort of thing, of course.

[The phone is hastily hung up at this point.

...

And then picked back up a moment later.]

...Except that I actually do.