revenance_rpg | Stitch By Stitch [Open]

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Stitch By Stitch [Open]

Who: Rarity and you!
What: Rarity is hard at work in her boutique. Please, come bother her - she loves bringing in new customers.
Where: The Carousel Boutique, Fourth District, Traverse Town
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None so far. Rarity will not be pleased with anypony who does anything that requires this thread to have a warning.

She'd heard quite a bit about what had happened aboard the newest world - the Mother of Invention, she'd heard it called. After hearing there was an invisible something attacking people out of the blue, and after Emile came home horribly injured, Rarity had simply sworn off going there. She would go if somepony needed her, of course - that was what friends were for, after all - but she'd keep the tourism to a minimum.

So she'd said hello to Steven and picked up a variety of fabrics and a few new accents that she didn't normally use but couldn't wait to test out, and she got to work. It wouldn't do to stay idle, after all - not when she still needed practice designing for people.

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Namine had been avoiding the Mother of Invention herself. Even with her Spirits, it would be dangerous, and the others wouldn't like her going alone. If she asked someone to go with her, then they might end up getting hurt, too. So exploring there was on hold until the invisible enemy had been taken care of.

That didn't mean she couldn't visit her neighbors in Traverse Town, though. So once she'd finished her chores at the tea shop, and made sure nobody was waiting to have their Spirit painted, she went to see Rarity. She didn't need any clothes, particularly, but it would be nice to talk.

Not seeing Rarity immediately when she entered the store, she called out softly, "Hello? Rarity?"

Ziva's memories were still a bit jostled from the incident on the Mother of Invention...she wasn't sure exactly what happened. Before waking up, things were blurry. She hoped things would clear out soon. Wash didn't want to talk about it much...which made her think something pretty bad had happened.

She was out walking with Ducky and Fluffy when she ended up outside that clothing boutique opened by the pony. Walking in, she gave Fluffy a look that said 'don't mess with anything' before poking around a bit herself. He landed on a shelf nearby, decided to behave, watching as Ducky followed close behind their person.

If they were being overprotective, she was ignoring it.

For the most part, North had considered his training with Trouble a success. More often than not, the Thunderaffe was listening to him now and following commands, if a bit clumsily. But every so often there were slip ups, and today North had woken up to Trouble eating the shirt off his back, and the pair of pants he had tossed aside the previous night in shreds. That'll teach him to not put his things away.

He's a bit hesitant to go into the store, given the circumstances, but it was better than the moogles. Trouble wasn't exactly after the belts.

"Hello?"

Liz wasn't particularly into the fancy clothes that Rarity offers, but sometimes the mood or need hit her, so she thought she may as well take a look around at least. She was offered something for the party a while back anyway.

When she stepped in, Rarity was busy with a new project, but as soon as the door closed behind her, Kodachrome was immediately attracted to the shiny fabric in the corner and tromped toward it.

"Hey, no Kodachrome! What are you--"

Sup Rarity, you now have a Hebby Repp burrowed in your fabric.

"Good afternoon, Rarity," came a familiar voice from the door as it opened in a shimmer of sun-golden magic. In came Celestia, folding her wings to pass through before half-spreading them to their usual display state once again when she was past. "May I trouble you for a moment?"

This isn't likely a visit Rarity was expecting. And, if Carolina was honest, it wasn't one she'd intended to make any time soon herself. However, the items provided by the moogles didn't appeal to her, not for 'simple' workout clothing, and Rarity at least had an eye for colour that wasn't eyesearing.

Dax on her shoulder, still teal and still sporting his dapper hat happily, and the Frootz Cat happily skipping at her heels, the bell rang as Carolina nudged open the door to Rarity's shop. Still in her armor - she'd not worn the dress since the party - the redhead looked about warily. Lack of sleep was making her paranoid, and she wasn't even aboard the Mother of Invention.

Apparently, clothes get dirty in the world of dreams. Who knew?

Anyway, Soma didn't have a lot of sartorial options; he had a spare pair of jeans and a shirt that wasn't terrible, but two suits of clothing just wasn't going to cut it in the long run, and Heaven forbid he should need to dress up for something.

He was admittedly somewhat doubtful of a pony's ability to create clothing suited to people - or even other ponies, for that matter. Still, it was this or the moogles, and frankly, their inventory didn't thrill him, so it was worth taking the chance.

The laziest Komory Bat in the world perched on his shoulder, wings folded and more than half asleep. Soma idly wondered if he should be training the thing more than he was, but dismissed the idea; combat training aside, it was teaching him some aerobatics that impressed even Dracula's shade, and they were doing a good job of keeping one another worn out.

Off-white silk, he mused as he walked in, with gold accents, maybe. Something I can move in. A cloak, too. Munny wasn't an issue; he had enough of that from fighting the Nightmares that he probably wouldn't need to worry about rent at the hotel for a good few months, even after this.

She couldn't quite tell what it was that brought her to stand at the entrance to Rarity's workroom. As of late, Chell had tried to keep scarce around her host, so as not to project any of her excess mistrust onto the kindly pony. Anger and tension had no place stewing in the brightly-colored boutique. Instead there had been a lot of days out training, fighting Nightmares, and more than once finding a quiet place outdoors to sleep.

Now, here she was, awkwardly trying to figure out what she was doing here, whether she should bother Rarity, who seemed quite busy anyway, and probably didn't need to be distracted by someone who didn't know what they wanted anyway.

But for the love of Pete, Chell was tired. And she just really needed to be around someone who didn't make her angry.

She rapped a knock against the doorframe.

Jaime, having figured out how to use the map feature on his communicator, found the Carousel Boutique next to the tea shop without much incident. He stood across the street for a moment, trying to think of the proper word for the look of the place. The architecture, the clothing on display, it was all so... luxurious, yes, but that wasn't the right word for it. Colorful? Certainly, though that wasn't it either. Ornamented? Accurate, getting closer...

Bold. That was it.

He pushed open the door of the shop and held it open while his pricklemane bounced inside.

"Behave yourself," Jaime murmured to the Spirit. It had seemed to be able to move without knocking things over, but he could imagine the kind of havoc it could wreak if it bounced into the wrong thing in a shop.

Once inside, the pricklemane turned and gave him a hurt, somewhat offended look.

"My apologies," Jaime said, holding his hand out in a pacifying gesture. "I know you'll be careful."

Satisfied, the pricklemane bounded forward.

Jaime was a little more cautious.

"Hello?" he called.

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