Sherlock leaned against a streetlight on a typical rainy day in london waiting for Dr. Watson when something caught his eye. Just a flicker, nothing more, but enough to get his complete attention. Turning round Sherlock tried to once again to locate what he saw. There! It was barely visible through the rain and fog but there it was. Not surprisingly it was a pony in a hood.
"Why must they always have a hood. It seems as if they want to be caught!"
Sherlock shook his head and walked silently after the moving pony into the night.
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK" Ivy nearly jumped out of her skin when a loud knocking came to the door. Who would at the door at this hour, in this weather, and at her apartment of all places! Setting down the book, Ivy climbed out of bed to answer the door. Pulling open the door Ivy nearly screamed! There was a hooded pony at her door. She quickly tried to close the door but the pony stuck out a hoof to stop the door from closing.
"Hey there Lady! I'm trying to do you a service and you nearly shut the door on in my face. What's up with you?!"
The stranger pulled back there hood and stood and glared at her. Ivy realizing her rudeness quickly opened the door all the way. Standing before her was a gray stallion with a two hued blue mane.
"Oh forgive me but you startled me!"
"Well sorry Lady but anyway I have something for you."
He reached behind him to dig through his saddlebags finally retrieving what looked like a calendar.
"Here, we give to all the new residents of Ponyville. Before you ask it's a weather calendar, so you know when storms like this hit."
Ivy took it and nodded at him gratefully.
"Thank you sir, I would invite you inside but you probably have work to do. But, by any chance may I ask your name."
"It's Thunderlane miss, could I have yours?"
"Of course, it's Ivy."
"Ivy, what a pretty name."
Ivy's mouthed made an O and she blushed fiercely. No one had ever said that about her name before.
"Wh..Wh..Why thank you for such a lovely compliment."
"Welcome, but any way Miss Ivy I must be going more deliveries to do and all."
"Of course I hope to see you again Mr. Thunderlane."
"Just Thunderlane Miss. Bye."
"Goodbye M-, Thunderlane."
Thunderlane smiled at her before pulling up the hood again and flying off down the hall.
"My, what a handsome and considerate stallion."
Ivy thought dreamily as she went back to her bed to read her book. Before climbing into bed Ivy hung her weather on the wall near her bed so she could always check the weather. As she sat in bed again her thoughts kept wandering so she couldn't concentrate on the book.
"Hmm I really should find a steady job just like that stallion, or I won't be able to pay next months rent. She had enough money to pay for food and other necessities but that just wouldn't be enough.
"Anyway I miss doing my job. Not doing your special talent really is hard. I do have a very odd special talent though. How many ponies need an artistic architect every day. I bet many don't even know what that is!"
The more and more she thought about it she just knew she had to find a job, but who would want to hire somepony to do a job they didn't even know existed!
"Well I'll I cross that bridge when I come to it. The rain has stopped and I believe I'll go back outside."
There being lots of mud, Ivy pulled on her bright red galoshes and grabbed her map and pencil. Locking up behind her Ivy felt two eyes boring into her back. Turning around to she who it is, Ivy discovered an empty hallway.
"That's strange I swear there was someone there."
Shrugging Ivy flew down stairs and out the door. Not feeling like walking, Ivy flew high up the rooftops. Happily noticing no one in the area, Ivy picked a cloud in a convenient place to view the town. Settling down on the cloud, Ivy took out her unfinished map and proceeded to finish it. Ponyville being not that big of a town, Ivy finished within the hour. Putting the map and the half used pencil back in her saddlebags, Ivy got up and stretched her sore muscles. Flaring out her wings Ivy stepped down from the cloud and floated softly down to the ground. Touching down Ivy again felt the eyes in her back. Turning round, quicker this time, Ivy spotted a pink mass of something hurtling toward her. Ivy stubled back and nearly landed on her bum. Luckily the pinkie mass skidded to a halt mere inches from her nose. Ivy let out a tiny gasp. Now that the mass had stopped it turned out to be a pink pony with a bouncy pink mane.
"Heythereyournewaroundherearen'tyou?"
The pink mare started talking at a supersonic speed, while Ivy just sat and stared at her.
"W-W-What did you say."
Ivy ventured nervously.
"Oh excuse me I get excited around new ponies. I said, Hey there you knew around here?"
"Oh thank you."
The mare looked at her expectantly.
"What?"
"Well are you?"
"Well am I what?"
"New around here silly!"
"Oh yes, yes I am miss. May I ask what your name is?"
"You may."
Ivy internally groaned. This pony was turning out to be a nutcase. Ivy sighed
"What is your name miss?"
"PinkiePie, what's yours?"
"Ivy."
"Ivyyy."
PinkiePie rolled her name over her tongue.
"Well Ivy, as Ponyville's resident party planner I am obliged to throw you a party."
Ivy startled at the very thought of a party, let alone one where she was the star!
"Oh no, PinkiePie you really shouldn't."
"Yes, I I should and will. So come to Sugarcube Corner tomorrow at noon and the whole town will be there."
Ivy blanched at the words 'whole town'.
"Bu-."
"No buts Ivy, just be there or I will find you."
PinkiePie fixed Ivy with a gulp inducing stare before turning around and bouncing off.
Ivy groaned again except out loud this time.
"What do I do, I can't face the whole town yet no way!"
Ivy thought with fear as she walked back home. She walked in a trance all the way home not noticing anyone around her.
Walking through the door of her apartment, Ivy sat down on the edge off her bed and put her head in her hooves. Having just gotten over the shock Ivy started crying, no sobbing, over what was going to happen. What was she gonna do!
"Nothing."
She realized.
"There is nothing I can do. I am totally trapped! "