• Published 1st Jun 2014
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DJ Octavia - Hopeful_Ink_Hoof



Octavia tries to fill in as DJ for a sick Vinyl

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Home Again

Vinyl Scratch was bored. Bored, bored, bored! BORED! BORED!

She had slept as much as she could, and she could not sleep anymore. She was wide awake. Her fever had broken as far as she could tell, and she could get up without getting dizzy. Unfortunately, she really had nothing to do. Working on her equipment was a bad idea, and she could not focus enough to work on her latest songs or such. Vinyl had tried reading, but she had gone through all of her science-fiction novels, and could never get into Octavia's romance novels (they were just so silly).

As a result, Vinyl found herself sprawled out on the couch, listening to some of Octavia's records. It had been quite a surprise -- and a thrilling one at that -- when she discovered that one of the songs had cannons in it. Actual, honest to Celestia cannons! It was now her absolute favorite classical music song ever. It also gave her a couple of ideas that she would totally have to try with her own music. Although where would she get a cannon? Then again, she would have to find a way to get permission to fire. Probably have to promise not to use any actual ammunition in it (not that she would, although it was kind of tempting).

Still, even with the kickin' tunes, she was having a hard time just sitting around and doing nothing. It was strange since she had easily done such things before. Now she was kind of supposed to, and it was not easy. She wanted to do something, anything other than lie around and rest in order to get better.

The sound of the door opening got Vinyl's attention. Considering the time, it could only possibly mean one thing. Vinyl Scratch sat up, grinning. The grin turned into a wince at the sight.

Octavia slammed the door as she came in. Her ears drooped and teeth bared. The mare's eyes were narrowed into slits, but a tinge of red could be seen. One half of Octavia's normally well-kept mane was so frazzled and mussed, it nearly looked like Vinyl's when performing. The other half was plastered against the side of her head and neck, like something sticky and wet had been dumped onto it. Strangest of all was the bow tie. It was still around her neck, but completely untied. Vinyl had never -- never -- seen Octavia wearing the tie untied around her neck like that.

"So, how did it go?" Vinyl asked, trying to sound as calm and neutral as she possibly could.

"I'm sorry," Octavia growled. "I can't quite hear you. You see between ear-splitting feedback, ear bursting music, and somehow getting soda in them when some unhappy ponies threw their drinks at me, I cannot hear very well at the moment."

"They threw their drinks at you?"

"Indeed. It seems that they were not satisfied with simply telling me how badly I..." she groaned and rolled her eyes, "'suck royal flank' is the term I believed they used."

"Ah, Tavi," Vinyl said, "I'm sorry."

"Yes, well there is good news. There was no explosion and your equipment is still in one piece.... although I will admit to times when it was tempting."

"So I guess I don't have to worry about you taking my job?"

"Oh don't worry," Octavia said. "You do not have to worry about seeing DJ Gr-8 Note ever again. Now, if you will excuse me, I reek of soda -- among other... liquids -- smoke, artificial fog, and I cannot even begin to count how many different perfumes and colognes of questionable value. So I am going to take a nice, long, hot shower and scrub every inch of my coat until I am nearly bald."

"Alright," Vinyl called out. "Enjoy your shower." She moved to lie back down and stopped. "Oh! And Tavi?"

Octavia stopped and turned to look at Vinyl, raising an eyebrow. Vinyl shifted and grinned as wide as she could, eyes glowing with humor.

"I told you so."

Comments ( 9 )

Although where would she get a cannon? Then she would have to find a way to get permission to fire. Probably have to promise not to use any actual ammunition in it (not that she would, although it was kind of tempting).

She could always use Pinkie Pie's party cannon. Pinkie Pie probably wouldn't mind. :pinkiesmile:

She moved to lie back down and stopped. "Oh! And Tavi?"

Octavia stopped and turned to look at Vinyl, raising an eyebrow. Vinyl shifted and grinned as wide as she could, eyes glowing with humor.

"I told you so."

I liked this quite a bit

very entertaining...i cringed at tavi's attempt at being a DJ xD

:rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh:.I couldn't stop laughing at the last line.:rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh::rainbowlaugh:

So that's where she got the idea of the bass cannon!

This is a good story, I would like to see something like this but slightly diffrent. I would like to see it where Octi thinks she did horrible BUT the papers say otherwise, she becomes a famus DJ under her monaker and no one knows who she is, but Vinyl dose. And while Tavi tries to hide this part of her life from everyone Vinyl sets up secret shows and forces her to go to them because as she told Vinyl "You do have Oblagations to your fans Vinyl, one cannot simply be lazy and not do their shows because they are tired."

This is my thought on an interesing story though...

"Alright," Vinyl called out. "Enjoy your shower." She moved to lie back down and stopped. "Oh! And Tavi?"
Octavia stopped and turned to look at Vinyl, raising an eyebrow. Vinyl shifted and grinned as wide as she could, eyes glowing with humor.
"I told you so."

Knew it.

Poor Tavi but she did doom herself from the start loled at the last line.

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