2000 words into a "Battle Station Bass Cannon" chapter · 9:23pm Sep 14th, 2015
This one could very likely use some prereading, since it needs to work to maintain coherence with earlier chapters. Anyone out there?
Choice quotes so far:
“You actually got me tickets to the Sapphire Shores concert in Manehattan this coming weekend!”
Ok, now it was time to just let go.
“Yeeeeeeeaaaah!” her voice rang out, pouring in just a tinge of electric guitar. “And it’s two tickets, so we can go together!”
“Oh my sweet and lovely Muses, FINALLY! Vinyl Scratch, how did you know I’m secretly in love with pop music!?”
Oh. Oh. Ooooooh. Well that did explain the Dig a Pony record Tavi had shoved into her saddlebag the other day. And what was wrong with that, other than the fact that few other ponies liked that particular song? Well, ok, ponies ignored that song because John Lemon had called it a piece of garbage, and too many ponies had no taste to get over what the artist told them and like what they like.
Wells Wisher wasn’t exactly a fashion buff, but he had spent time spying on the citizens of Canterlot and their affairs, which ended up being at least part of an education in fashion. Mares normally wore dresses to accentuate the natural pastel colors of their coat and to draw the eye towards (or, in one known case, away from) whatever curves they had (or, in some cases, didn’t). If they didn’t want to wear a particular look, they trusted in their coat to keep them warm, as the gods intended.
They didn’t normally wear dresses designed to look like a manticore had a foal with with a suit of armor and it ate them, especially not with those snarling, constricted eyes hiding their cutie marks.
You pony again.
3393145 Working full-time and also having roommates, friends, and hobbies, and trying to various Life Things cleared-up, tends to interfere in Pony Time
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3393182 That's alright. Want you to live while you can.