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fandomhigh2011-09-15 01:05 am
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2011-09-15 01:05 am
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The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1
The students would possibly be relieved to enter the Danger Shop and not find the dark Everfree Forest on the other side. For one thing, this drastically reduced the likelihood that they would get tossed down a cliff into a giant mud puddle.
On the other hand, they were coming in to find a Carousel shaped shop with the doors flung open in welcome. Inside they'd discover racks of clothes (human-shaped, thankfully), huge, gold-edged mirrors, and an extravagant runway. As the students gathered, the lights in the shop dimmed and the curtain at the end of the runway opened, revealing a dramatically posed Pinkie, decked out to the nines in a pink, white, and blue . . . dress thing, decorated in candy corns, lollipops, and bows. She strutted down the runway, tossing her hair about and flashing broad, confident grins, then stopped at the end, stood on her hind legs, and flung her hooves into the air in a victorious V.
"Welcome back, everypony! You all did super well last week, showing how well you work together in times of spooooooookiness and danger. You sowed the seeds of your friendships, and today we're going to put them to another test. You see, losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend . . . FOREVER! So today, you're all going to show that your friends' trust in you is well placed . . . with a fashion show!
"Everypony partner up," Pinkie instructed, hopping down from the run way and pulling one of the racks of clothes over with her teeth. "Then you're all going to dress your partner in whatever fashions you think will impress our very discerning, super fashionable judgey audience. You can pick whatever you want for your partner to wear, but remember, they've put their sartorial reputation in your hooves -- and you're putting yours into theirs. Once you're all dressed up, we'll have our very own fashion show, and our judges will tell us what they think!"
Pinkie stomped her hooves in the pony version of clapping. "So everypony! In the immortal words of Photo Finish, the hippest fashion photographer in all of Equestria: It's time to make . . . da magics!"
[ooc: Make it work!]
On the other hand, they were coming in to find a Carousel shaped shop with the doors flung open in welcome. Inside they'd discover racks of clothes (human-shaped, thankfully), huge, gold-edged mirrors, and an extravagant runway. As the students gathered, the lights in the shop dimmed and the curtain at the end of the runway opened, revealing a dramatically posed Pinkie, decked out to the nines in a pink, white, and blue . . . dress thing, decorated in candy corns, lollipops, and bows. She strutted down the runway, tossing her hair about and flashing broad, confident grins, then stopped at the end, stood on her hind legs, and flung her hooves into the air in a victorious V.
"Welcome back, everypony! You all did super well last week, showing how well you work together in times of spooooooookiness and danger. You sowed the seeds of your friendships, and today we're going to put them to another test. You see, losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend . . . FOREVER! So today, you're all going to show that your friends' trust in you is well placed . . . with a fashion show!
"Everypony partner up," Pinkie instructed, hopping down from the run way and pulling one of the racks of clothes over with her teeth. "Then you're all going to dress your partner in whatever fashions you think will impress our very discerning, super fashionable judgey audience. You can pick whatever you want for your partner to wear, but remember, they've put their sartorial reputation in your hooves -- and you're putting yours into theirs. Once you're all dressed up, we'll have our very own fashion show, and our judges will tell us what they think!"
Pinkie stomped her hooves in the pony version of clapping. "So everypony! In the immortal words of Photo Finish, the hippest fashion photographer in all of Equestria: It's time to make . . . da magics!"
[ooc: Make it work!]
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No, she hadn't forgotten the events of the weekend.
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Of course, from Pinkie's perspective, every non-pony on the island might as well be an alien.
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"I know there's more than a few? But I couldn't tell you how many. My friend Spock is one." ... no, that baby had not been his. She was pretty sure she would've know that. Yikes.
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These were the important details to know, yes.
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