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Friendship is Always in Fashion, Thursday, period 1

The classroom was arranged with the desks all turned to face a bare strip of floor through the middle, marked off with sparkly (naturally) tape.

Your runway, ladies and gentlemen.

Because what was a class about fashion without a show or two to watch? Just think of it as Project Runway as taught by a pony and the angriest werewolf ever. Pinkie Pie was clearly the Tim Gunn of this duo. Derek only wished he had Heidi's style.

"Hi," Derek said, not looking especially thrilled to be there. But that was par for the course if you've ever seen him before. "My name is Derek." He preemptively winced for what would come next.

"And I'm Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie squealed, far too close to Derek's ear. (Oh look, he knew her so well! BFFAEAE!) "Welcome to Friendship is Always in Fashion!" She struck a dramatic pose, smizing like a champ.

Or she had an eyelash in her eye. It was hard to tell.

Derek sighed, just glad he wasn't covered in glitter. Yet. "Today we're going to get to know each other." Meaning you get to tell them your names like in aaaaall your other classes. "And what you think your fashion choices say about you."

"For instance," Pinkie said. "I usually don't wear anything at all! Which is actually what most ponies do, but when I'm around people I think it says that I'm a free-spirited kinda lady who doesn't need to be tied down to a single subculture!" It helped that she could whip a new outfit up literally out of nowhere.

There was that, yes. "And I would say my clothing is neutral and non-attention drawing," Derek said. Which, really, Derek? Have you seen your ass? Your fabulous ass? "So, someone gets to go first."

And be judged.

"And, oo!" Pinkie waved her hoof in the air as though wanting to be called upon. "If anypony wants to be a TA, let us know!"

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Fashionably

Mavis Dracula

Sparkle

Jackson Whittemore

Rilla Blythe

Alexandra Jones

Name, and what you think your style says about you.

Pinkponypinkponypinkponypinkponypinkpony!

Ahem.

"I'm Mavis Dracula." Because pink pony. Who was her Dad's teaching buddy, so incognito wasn't happening anyway. "And my style says..." She tapped the shoulder of her little black dress. No, the other little black dress. As opposed to the third little black dress. Shrug. "I'm a vampire."

Then she looked down at the red-striped tights and Converse high-tops. "Who was born after the Industrial Revolution." Dad.

"Omigoshomigoshomigosh," Pinkie said, practically vibrating. "Your dad is my new teaching buddy!"

Hope you weren't trying to keep your dad's presence on the island on the down-low, Mavis.

"And you look amazing in your fashion. Just ooooooone question: what's an Industrial Revolution?"

"It's when humans started making everything with machines so they could destroy the world faster."

Dracula High School was a special place.

Pinkie blinked at that. "I will never entirely understand humans," she decided finally. "Ponies almost never try to destroy the world."

Mavis nodded. "Vampires neither."

Never go to Mitchell's world, Mavis. Never.

"What do vampires do? I don't know if I've met one before your dad."

"I can't speak for all vampires," Mavis answered, "But we're in Hospitality Management."

"Oh neat! I love going on vacation! Maybe one day I'll visit your place!"

"We'd love to have you!" said Mavis cheerfully, honestly, and without any unspoken modifiers like for dinner because moose meat, certainly, but not pony. They weren't barbarians.

Jackson. Jackson, you are are a werewolf. Don't raise a judgey eyebrow at the girl called Dracula who said she was a vampire.

(He did it anyway.)

The girl called Dracula who said she was a vampire didn't know she was being judged, let alone what she was being judged for, but she gave him a fangy smile anyway.

And Derek chimed in with a glare aimed at Jackson to keep his attitude and any fangs in check before detention was given. It would be in the boys' locker room. Because of reasons.

Pinkie had no idea really what was going on, but chimed in anyway with a bright smile and a narrow eyed stare -- simultaneously -- so nopony would feel left out.

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And so Jackson rolled his eyes and went back to paying attention to other things that wouldn't get him glared at. It was too early after his de-bunnification to start anything.

But he made no promises about tomorrow's class on monsters, Derek!

Yeah, Sparkle knew this was going to be a good class, already. He was grinning as he introduced himself, because, really, what about this wasn't awesome? Fashion class!

"My name is Sparkle," he shared, looking down at his wardrobe for the day, all chains and belts and ripped second-hand jeans. "Really. And my style says that I want people to think that I don't care about what they think."

He did care, by the way. He was just pretty good at not letting it show.

"Hi Sparkle," Pinkie said. "I loooooooooove your name!" Sparkling was one of her many favorite things, after all. "And why don't you want people to think you care what they think?"

Sparkle gave Pinkie a grin, both pleased and unsurprised that she liked his name.

"If they think I don't care, they're not gonna try as hard to change me," he replied, shrugging. "I'm just fine with me as I am, I don't want anyone stepping in looking to fix what's not broken."

"Well of course you are!" Pinkie said. "And trying to change a friend is no fun at all. It's good that you avoid that."

Jackson was looking as generally annoyed as ever, in no small part due to the fact that he had turned back into a human about 45 minutes before this class began. But, he still looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model, if nothing else.

"Jackson Whittemore. I have money and know how to use it."

Yes, that was his honest and candid opinion of what his style said.

"Ooo!" Pinkie said. "Do you use it to buy cupcakes?"

WHAT ELSE WAS MONEY FOR?

LOTS OF THINGS, PINKIE. LIKE PORSCHES. GOD.

Jackson was used to this complete lack of understanding by now, though. Not that it made him look any happier to be here. "Rarely."

"That's too bad," Pinkie said, sounding very sorry for him. "Cupcakes are the best."

"Right," said Jackson, who really didn't think so.

Or that there was anything to be sorry for him about. Ever.

"Do you want one?" Pinkie offered. "I bet I have some around here, somewhere!"

You possibly didn't want to know where.

Jackson definitely didn't want to know. Really. Definitely not.

"... No thanks."

He was turning down a cupcake. This did not compute.

"Well . . . if you're suuuuuuure. . . ."

"Hello again, Miss Pie," Rilla said. "I'm Rilla Blythe. My style is--" she glanced down at her dress and smart boots, which were quite trendy in Canada in 1916, "--vintage."

"Neat!" Pinkie said cheerfully. "And what do you think that tells people when they meet you?"

"That's I'm not from here," Rilla admitted.

"Well, that's good," Pinkie said. "Because it means that folks know not to assume you know certain things! I know it's way easier when nobody around here is pony-shaped because I already know they won't know anything about Equestria."

"It does cut down on that sort of questioning," Rilla agreed. "I know they aren't going to know any of my family."

Alex wasn't really into the whole fashion thing, yet. She'd learn to appreciate that later.

"Hey, I'm Alex. My style says that I'm casual?"

She was kind of between styles right now.

"That's great!" Pinkie said. "Being casual is a lot of fun!"

Yes, we have no TAs, we have no TAs today! (In other words, no one's pre-signed up, so if anyone is interested, ping away)

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