Lightning doesn’t know what any of these things do. Fiddle knows what a few of them are, but they’re still missing bits and pieces. None of it is really usable.
The thrift store has several shelves dedicated to obscure items. Lightning thinks this is a sewing machine, but she isn’t sure. She’s not a seamstress. Fiddle is holding a very old telephone and wondering if it’s usable for anything.
She decides it’s not and puts it back on the shelf. Besides the junk, there’s several racks of clothing dotting the floor. A few of them are knocked over and lying askew on the floor. Loose articles of clothing are everywhere.
There’s not really a demand for shirts, other than for use as bandages and rags. But the hotel has a decent supply last time Fiddle checked. She grabs a few just in case. The shirts are horrible. There’s one that just has the word ‘funny’ written on it. There’s a hole in the back.
Lightning shrugs and says she’d wear it. Fiddlesticks isn’t surprised. She stuffs it into her bag. They move towards the aisles, pointing and laughing at the old useless TVs and microwaves. The more technically inclined ponies could probably rip out their circuits and use them for something, but scavenging wasn’t really their priority.
The thrift store has a huge hole in the roof. Lightning has no idea how that had happened, but she can imagine. Maybe a pegasus doing a dead mare’s dive? Something to do with the riots? A pony with the right materials and knowledge to make a bomb?
Fiddle questions why someone would want to blow up a thrift store. Lightning suggests maybe they don’t like charity. They laugh. Fiddle comes to a stop at a knocked over rack of movies and TV shows. She rummages around in the pile, not really looking for anything.
Lightning watches her work with a knowing smile. They both know that they’ll probably never be able to watch any of them for a while, but it’s still fun to collect them. Fiddle pulls out a case and shows it to Lightning. The Search for Red November, it reads. Lightning asks if it was by that one author. Prancy? Sounds right.
Fiddle thinks so. She shoves it into her bag. They don’t have Mareplane! Tragic. Moving on, the two come across a rack of music CD’s. Lightning has never heard of half of these artists.
She takes a random CD and looks at the cover. It shows two ponies facing each other, eyes closed and about to kiss. Their faces are stained with red. Fiddle points to the parental advisory warning and says Lightning can’t listen to it by herself.
Lightning punches her in the shoulder. Fiddle laughs. As Lightning puts the CD in her bag, Fiddle wonders what happened to all the entertainers.
Lightning says she doesn’t know. But it’s funny to think that celebrities weren’t worth anything anymore. Nopony was. Fiddle shrugs and they move on.