//------------------------------// // A Chance Meeting: 2 // Story: My Very Own Pinkie Pie Party // by Ponyess //------------------------------// I am just on walking out through the lobby as I saw a girl wearing red boots of a strange fashion, as she was putting up a flyer for some new event coming up at the hotel at which I was currently staying. My new shoes make cute clopping little noises so typical for girls hotter shoes, with each step I take on the smooth black stone tiles the floor was laid with, lending the special luxury feel I had always expected from a hotel. The walls, covered with red cherry wood panels, only enhanced the feelings the building gave me. Expertly placed, groomed and cared for green potted plants, standing in the room didn’t detract from my impression as they merely leant an enhanced sense of life and a living atmosphere. The first thing I noticed about her, aside from the fashion she was wearing is the bouncy step and her complexion. As she turned her head and looked towards me, I noticed her striking blue eyes. This girl isn’t the poster girl, or the girl gluing posters to your wall. The tightly curled bright pink hair on her head flowing down her back, but it never really registered as standing out. What struck me as odd is that the face on the poster is matching the face of the girl putting it onto the wall. Once I had read the header of the poster, I realised who she is and what she is. Apparenly, she is a party planner. Once I had gotten close enough to actually read the text, the flyer told me her name is Diana Pie, which did not strike me as out of place in the room I am currently standing. This is when I had grown aware of the vivid spirit of the girl before me, not so much the curls or the glare on her eyes, but something more of the disembodied spirit that simply couldn’t be tied down. I couldn’t put a finger to it, as hard as I may try. “Hiya, I am Diana Pie!” she pronounced, as if she knew my thoughts before I had even gotten them clear in my head. “Hiya, Diana. My name is Marlene Fisher. Are you by chance the Party Planner?” I responded. “Yeah, that would be me. I take it you need a party thrown for you?” she merely stated, blatantly in my face. “Uh, yeah. I just so happen to need a party thrown. Did I catch you in time, or would you prefer me to go by the desk?” I responded, taken aback by her direct and to the point manners. “If it is a party you need thrown, it is a Pie Party you need. I know my parties and I have an eye for details. I also have everything for your party lined up!” she then asserted me. I may recognise a sales pitch from a mile away, but there was something in her voice that spoke honesty and experience well beyond the years of her outlook. “Where do I sign?” I conceded. “Since we have established your need of a party, you only have a small party on the top floor. Otherwise, I do throw parties for as little as a family, to as large as the suite is asserted for. Safety protocols can be quite the bitch, if you have a Royal party!” she put forth. “I take it you are handling the protocols, I just need a good time!” I responded as she stepped into the lift. “Ellie will have us right up to the top of the world in no time. I just need to bring forth the Party Canon, after I have tagged your room. It will be a blast and Royally enjoyable!” she pointed out as the doors slide shut and the lift swooshed upwards. “Wait, is this the Turbo Lift?” I gasped as I felt the weight pressing me firmly to the floor a mere moment after the doors had sealed tight behind us. “Nopey, dopey. Just Ellie the Waitress. She loves to be fast, when I am punching the keys!” she responded with a giggle on her voice and her face broke out in a widening grin. “Party Canon?” I gasped, as I had collected my thoughts enough to react on what she had just said. “Of course, essential for throwing a Pie party. “Why do you remind me of a character from an old Science fiction show? I don’t know, maybe it was the reference to the Canon, or just the way you smile. Now I certainly do need that party!” I sounded as I looked at the reflection of her face. “I can assure you, I never did play a part in any show, I’m not an actress. You do know comedy is dead serious, parties and partying is my business. I live to see my fellows smile and hear them laugh. It is for a single friend or citywide, what’s the difference?” she declared, her grin even wider. “Since you put it that way, I love your smile. It is contagious!” I responded to the enthusiastic smile. I blinked. I blinked twice and thrice, the smile was just the same. I just couldn’t resist. It was the spirit behind her personality, not the skill of her make-up artist bringing her smile to life. After I blinked once more, reassuring me what I saw was there. I still see a radiance in her eyes, like the fierce fire of nuclear power. “Contagious? That sounds about right!” she merely agreed. Only the next moment the doors slide open before I have the time to say another word. First now I realised something else. Once she set foot on the floor at the top floor, I did not hear the traditional clopping noises from her boots, but rather a joyous squeaking noise that was not consistent with my expectations and her moves are not consistent with a girl walking down the hall either. Had I known the reasons behind the inconsistencies, I probably would have been running off, screaming hysterically. Not so much for fear of her, but in panic. She just isn’t what my frame of references could permit to be walking amongst us humans. Of course, she isn’t walking now, she is clearly bouncing enthusiastically along the hall, with me in tow as I made my best to keep up. As fast as we had reached the floor and as fast as she moved, she just stopped before a door. First now I noticed her painted nails as she pressed down the handle and opened the door. She had claimed to have an eye for details, the momentary look at her hand proved it to me. Just what kind of a party had she envisioned for me? As discreet as her make-up may have been, her appearance was nothing but. There was no way in Hell she could pass unnoticed anywhere around. Would the clothes had worked for a female character in one of these fancy Anime shows, if it was the case, she had already sold me the show. Naturally, the personally could hold its own on any set I could have imagined. Just that her expressions and voice spoke of amusement, as if life had been a comedy. I simply failed to place her. “We’re here!” she pronounced as she had punched in the code and pulled me into a small room. “We are?” I responded out of bounce on her statement. First now the manner in which she had stopped abruptly before the door reminded me of something I had seen in a Rodeo show in a Western Fair I had attended a year or so back. Looking at her suit just made me think of a Cheerleader at a sports event. The athletic character in a slim body, capable of wheeling across the entire hall without batting an eye, setting foot on the ground, still laughing. As I once more looked at her make-up and manicure, I could but giggle in a girlish manner. Then I was about ready to ask her where she had bought the products. I was cut short. “Yes, this is the suite you were looking for!” she pointed out, matter of fact, while the giggle never really left her voice or the smile her face. “I take it you will decorate the suit for the party, all by yourself. Just curious, how long will it take you to bring in all the affects and put them into place?” I responded. “If you want to see, I could have this party set up within the hour. Would that work for you?” she enquired in an effort not to sound as if she promised more than she could perform. “You can have the party up and running within a single hour? What would be included in the fee?” I enquired, unsure as to how to react. “First of all, you can watch me decorate the party for you. I can prepare you for the event and have a small group of guests of your choice over. The room and entertainment is included too, of course!” she pointed out. “This isn’t all that large a suite, so I guess I could enjoy seeing you decorating it for me!” I responded. Looking around, I noticed that the facilities are all there, kitchen, girls’ room and shower. I have a large, but unfurnished living room and two smaller rooms to the right and left, aside from what appears to be a humongous balcony. The floor had been laid with coarse, but shiny grey tiles in the hall, while it was a chess pattern of red and white beach wood in the living room and the two small rooms. The shower has black tiles while the girls’ room has white once, all utter gloss for all I could see. Apparently, the walls in the hall, so far as not covered is the same tiles as on the walls, just smooth. The floors in the kitchen, shower and girls’ room have matching tiles as well. The large room had just dark cherry tree panels, while the remaining smaller rooms had green wallpapers, giving the impression of standing in a tight beach forest, sometime in early spring. “Since you have seen the rooms, I take it you want me to decorate it for your party!” she proposed.