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Who: Rarity, anyone who'd like to visit
What: In the wake of sudden appearances and disappearances, Rarity's just trying to find some sense of normality. This, of course, means fashion work.
Where: Carousel Boutique, Traverse Town location
When: After the fourth wall event ends, afternoon
Warnings: None so far.

Rarity was, at the moment, doing everything she could to keep herself busy. She hadn't truly expected everypony who showed up in that large group to stay - the dream was simply too odd for anything like that to happen.

Then again, she hadn't expected any of her longtime friends to leave either. Jaime and Point Man had gone home a good while ago, true, and she'd known Chell was planning on moving out - she just hadn't thought Chell would leave the dream entirely.

Yet here she was with only Emile left in the house. She had been keeping a closer eye on him than he really needed, and so she'd excused herself to her studio to try to work. With any luck, a bit of design work would keep her attention well enough to calm her down.

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Things just felt weird around here, now. After everything had been so busy, so hectic... it seemed strange to think that this was the way things had been even not so long ago.

Still, it'd be nice to at least have someone to talk to about things.

"Hey... anyone home?" Kanji called as he walked into the boutique, looking around, checking out what was in progress as ever. It was only the new people who'd woken up... right?

Spike bounced up to the front door as soon as the bell rang. Oh, good, it's you! Come help his person, she's all sad and that's not okay. The Pricklemane grabbed the knee of Kanji's pants in its teeth and did its best to drag him towards the workroom. C'mon c'mon c'mon!

Luckily, Rarity came out before Spike could pull too hard. "Kanji!" She greeted him with a bright, genuine smile - it was good to see that somepony she knew was still here. "How are you?" And then, to her Spirit, "That's enough, Spike."

"Whoa, whoa!" Kanji couldn't help but let out, as Spike's attention pulled him off balance. Seriously, his pants didn't have that much give in them, that was close... Okay, coming! It wasn't like he really needed to be dragged, anyway, he'd have made his way there as soon as he knew where she was hanging out.

"I'm doin' pretty good," he replied to her inquiry, smiling back. "How 'bout you?"

Spike let go of Kanji's pants and plopped down against a wall, watching the conversation. C'mon, this person is supposed to make his person feel better. Hurry up and do it already!

The smile faltered, but only for a moment. "I've been better," she admitted, "but it could be worse, so I suppose it all evens out."

Aw, hell. He had a sneaking suspicion. "...Is this 'cause of Rainbow Dash wakin' up with the others?" he asked, his tone quieter than usual and sympathetic with it. Honestly, he didn't have much of a good idea who was still around, but ... yeah, he'd have noticed if she was.

"Not quite," Rarity replied, flashing that slightly damaged smile again. "Rainbow went back to Ponyville, and I know I'll see her again when I wake up." Her smile faltered again, and Rarity gave up on pretense and dropped it entirely. "Chell woke up too," she admitted. "We didn't talk much about where she's from, but I don't think it's a very nice place, and...well. I do hope she's alright."

But Chell had gone someplace where Rarity couldn't go, couldn't help her, probably wouldn't even see her again, and that was what was bothering her.

"...Damn." Admittedly, he barely knew Chell, but ... she was one of them. More than that, a friend's friend. Hearing that last detail - he looked down at the ground, almost not being able to stand seeing Rarity in that state.
"Yeah. Yeah, I hope so too. She's tough, though, right?" It wasn't the best reassurance, though, and he knew it.

Rarity took a breath and let it out slowly. Now she was making Kanji sad, and that simply would not do. "She is. She'll be alright. I'm certain of it." Eventually, she might even convince herself of that. Right now, assuring Kanji would have to be good enough.

He gave her a nod in return, solid, confident. Right. And in any case, what could he do for her now? Best just wish for the best.
"That's good."

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