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// Setting Up Shop: 2 
// Story: Pinkie Pie at Canterlot High 
// by Ponyess 
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	I had managed to see most of the school, known as 'Canterlot High', before it started to fill up.  That soon proved convenient.  Now I know where things are, including the room where the party was supposed to be held, just the night before the gate was to close on me.  If I had failed to pass, that is.

Thankfully, I had actually managed to find the room where I intended to  set up a few things.  A small shop of hooficure, as it were.  Now, all I need to do before I could set up the business, is to find my friends.  I knew they are here since Twilight had explained it.



There already was a desk, which's very convenient since it saved me the trouble.  Sneaking around with a desk, even when it is empty, isn't a very good idea.  Then I placed it dead centre, in a fashion of a regular manner, in order to have the girl where I wanted her in order to perform.

Two chairs, comfortable enough was a bit of a snag, you don't find them, commonly in a school?  I did not want to take anything that would be missed, the coming three days, which made for a tight fit.

Placing the saddle bag up against the wall, under and behind the desk, well out of site, thus out of mind to any and all looking into my temporary makeshift office.  Actually, I had managed a tag for the door, making it officially mine, for the time I needed it.



“Pinkie Pie's Manicure Studio” the sign simply reads.

I may be a Pony where I came from and my friends would know it, but I did not have to make it obvious to the others, whoever may pass this door, during the days I was to be here.

To my surprise, it is located fairly conveniently.  Actually, just two doors away from where the event was supposed to go down in just these two days.  I guess this would make for a good laugh when I got home?  Even if I had listened to Twilight, when she finally could catch her breath and catch up on the much needed rest and sleep when she got back from being here, all these thirty moons ago.



I had stacked up a line of the vials, intended to look like Nail Polish.  Though they do contain special gels, intended to facilitate specific changes to the nails and fingertips of the girl, on which it had been applied.  I had them all labelled in a fashion giving credibility, rather than explaining what they actually was doing to the girl.  I wanted them to feel secure in my care, rather than giving them second thoughts and possibly scaring them off.

I don't want them leaving, screaming on the tops of their lungs, running off in panic.  What good would it possibly do the girl, or me?  There is no joy in it, no beauty.  I had no such discord impulses.  I may be random and unpredictable, but my aim is always focused on the joy.  There is a party, and the clock is ticking.  Tick tock, tick tock.



The first gel is to pose as 'Base Coat', while it is in fact binding the effect to the nail.  The second is then used to paint the outline of the actual change.  Looking like a clear lacquer, in order to even out a few small uneven details, as well as making the effect of quality and durability.  Then there is the final, third, I was using in order to seal the deal, it was a high gloss to give the intended target the impression it was finished.  Though I had also lined up a small selection of colours.

Naturally, I had three pink hues, then there is red, yellow, green, blue and purple.  I had lined up these colours, for the sake of impression, imagining some girls would ask for them, to the point of making it into a request?  Metallic bloody red, There is the lemon yellow, leafy green, electric blue, and a royally vibrant purple.  All the spectrum of the rainbow?  They're all metallic and florescent.

I had chosen a thick gel, and a special lamp that was to cure the respective gel.  All for the convenience and credibility.  I wanted them to believe in what I had presented.  Who'd go, if they were never to trust in the product?  I doubt I would, or even could.