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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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Even did not care for having clothing turn up in his lab that didn't belong to him. It didn't, as he discovered after some investigation, seem to be the property of either of his housemates, either. Failing an easy answer (and also failing having his Spirits track the scent - they seemed entirely uninterested in the fact that someone had clearly been in his house), he elected to go investigate for himself.

And the clothing store was as good a place to start as any. At the very least, the owner was bound to be the kind of person who noticed other people's clothes.

"Hello," he managed in a curt nod to manners before getting down to (at the moment, strictly figurative) brass tacks. "Do you know who owns this shirt?"

Whether or not Rarity approved of his clothing depended entirely on her feelings about the lavender-ascot-and-lab-coat aesthetic.

Spike the Pricklemane came ambling to the front when the bell over the door jangled. Oh, he's seen you around before! You'd better not be rude to his person.

Rarity trotted out a moment afterwards, covering her surprise with a smile. Truth be told, she hadn't expected to ever see Even in her boutique. Stranger things had happened, however. "Hello! Do come inside. How can I help you?"

With detective work, evidently. Rarity magicked the shirt out of his hands and turned it this way and that, inspecting it, brow slightly furrowed. "It isn't one of mine," she commented, "though judging from the size and the style, I'd say it could belong to one of several people here. Might I ask why you want to know?" She wouldn't give him a definitive answer without receiving one from him first. She didn't think he'd do anything bad - she just knew that some of her friends weren't...equipped to deal with grumpy dispositions, and she would not facilitate that sort of interaction.

"I found it," Even said crankily. "In my room, to be precise. I assume someone put it there deliberately, since I can't see any way it could have turned up there by accident, but I have no idea who or why. Or, for that matter, how. Regardless, I certainly have no use for it." Except possibly to clean up chemical spills, but he'd rather have some answers.

Myosin squeaked a greeting to his fellow Pricklemane. Hihi! Are our Persons going to be friends?

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