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At the Grand Galloping Gala - RainbowDoubleDash



The Lunaverse-6 must navigate the treacherous Grand Galloping Gala in order to bring aid to Ponyville

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8. Zizanie Again

Prince Blueblood knew that he was not considered to be one of the brightest members of the Night Court. He knew, too – in his most private and weakest of movements – that he could sometimes be a bit of a fop and an idiot, that key details could slip under his muzzle. Indeed, even when he had all the right information in front of him, he could still make mistakes.

His special talent was direction, namely, making the correct choices about where to go, and not simply on street corners. Unfortunately, in the muddled world of the Night Court, even a pony with a special talent of making the correct choices could be stymied, as he had indeed been following his elevation from baron to viscount. Specifically, just because one knew the correct choices to make in the short-term didn’t mean that one knew the long-term consequences. Further – he had to admit to himself – he could be persuaded to make choices that he didn’t think were in his own best interest, if the immediate payoff was good enough. In short, he’d been ignoring his special talent for the past few months, and that had nearly cost him dearly – and as a result, he was biting down on the bit and paying attention to it more.

Even if he hadn’t resolved to do such, however, looking at Trixie Lulamoon, his gut instincts, his experience as a courtier, and just plain common sense, were all screaming the same thing at him: this is a trap, you fool. Send her away before you’re caught in it.

…but then again…

“I see,” Blueblood said. He glanced around. While the rank of viscounty was the second-lowest in the Night Court – well, technically third-lowest, but nopony counted baronets, not even the baronets themselves – he had managed to secure a rather expansive office and apartments within Canterlot Castle, nearly as large as those typically awarded to dukes. At present, he was standing in the waiting room before his office proper, and alongside Trixie there was also some of his staff whom were pointedly staring at their work and neither Trixie nor Blueblood, and certainly weren’t paying close attention…

Blueblood waved his hooves at his staff. “Leave. Come back in an hour,” he ordered. Several looked disappointed on not being able to eavesdrop on the conversation, but all of Blueblood’s staff nevertheless stood and trotted out the front door. Once they had left the room, Blueblood turned and trotted back into his office, Trixie following him. Once inside, he looked again to Trixie. “What makes you think that I would want to go to the Gala with you?” he asked.

“The fact that you’ve asked me six years in a row,” she answered without hesitation

“And suppose I already have somepony I’m going with?” Blueblood stood up straight, running a hoof on his shirt as he offered a grin. “In fact, I all but have free pick from the herd. There are dozens – hundreds – of ponies who would do anything to spend a night with me, you know, and this is quite last minute of you. What if I already have a companion?”

Trixie shivered slightly as some thought passed through her mind. Blueblood frowned at that. He was a fine example of stallion physique and had three front covers of EToday proclaiming such to prove it. Mares throughout Equestria got weak knees and hocks at the sight of his illustrious person. No small number of stallions, as well.

At length, Trixie gathered herself and met Blueblood in the eye again. “Do you have one?” she asked.

Blueblood offered a smirk. “No. Oh, I know of several ponies planning to try and vie for my affections at the Gala – ” this was in fact true, despite Trixie rolling her eyes – “but no set plans, as luck would have it. But what makes you think I would even want to go to the Gala with you now?”

“You’ve been trying for years,” Trixie pointed out. “Though let’s be honest, you were just trying to get closer to Luna through me.”

Blueblood’s eyes narrowed at that, as he decided he’d pranced around the issue long enough. “You’re not here because you’ve had a change of heart, Miss Lulamoon,” he said as he scratched an errant itch on his cutie mark. “You want something from the Night Court, and as you have no land, no money, no favors or connections, no power, you’re using the one small, sad thing you could possibly offer me as a bargaining chip.”

Trixie didn’t seem surprised that Blueblood had figured her out, nor did she react to his belittling her. “What do you know,” she asked instead, “about a unicorn named Zizanie?”

Blueblood paused a moment, feigning thinking about the name. “Nothing,” he lied. Inwardly, he felt more than a little panic. He had hired Zizanie on many occasions – was in some ways her best customer, or at least her most constant, ever since he had ascended to the viscounty. However, their working relationship had gotten off to a rocky start – thanks in no small part to Trixie, whom Zizanie had been attempting to gather blackmail material on for Blueblood. It hadn’t worked, but Trixie had never learned that Blueblood was the one who had hired Zizanie.

Or had she?

Trixie studied his features for several long moments. “Okay,” she said. “I’m going to make this as plain as possible. I’m sick and tired of the Night Court, sick and tired of my friends and my town being hurt. And at the center of all of that has been you and Greengrass and who knows how many other ponies, all because we’re the Elements of Harmony.”

Trixie put her hat back on her head. “I want Greengrass out of my mane, out of everypony’s mane, and I think that Zizanie can help,” she said. “And I think you know her, or know somepony who knows her, because that’s how the Night Court works, right? So that’s what the deal is. Get me in contact with Zizanie, today, and I’ll go to the Gala with you. And…well, I’ll owe you one.”

Blueblood’s smirk slowly returned. “I see,” he said. “I assume that this favor you’d owe me would come with the usual provisos…nothing you find offensive, and so on.”

“Yeah.”

Blueblood thought. Trixie was up to something – never a good sign. The last time she had been up to something, several thousand gallons of ice-cold water had created a second, if temporary, waterfall over the edge of the cliff that Canterlot sat upon. But, on the other hoof, there was no denying that this Trixie was…different…from the vainglorious, egotistical student of Luna that she had been six months ago. She still had those qualities, but they were tempered now…and she was eager to begin flexing her muscles in the Night Court, dip her hooves in and start her climb through its halls.

Blueblood considered that perhaps he should change his priorities: rather than trying to gain political control over Trixie Lulamoon, Element of Magic, he should instead perhaps be playing the role of patron to Trixie Lulamoon, nascent member of the Night Court. Less fame…but another ally in the Court, even one junior to himself, could never hurt.

And as to her specific plan…whatever it was, it involved ousting Greengrass. Getting rid of that slime was very high on Blueblood’s list of things-to-do. Or she might fail…but that would still leave her in Blueblood’s debt. He could see only marginal risk, and every possibility of some sort of reward, if he went in this direction.

This was his opportunity, what he had been waiting for to unseat Greengrass and make the path from viscount to full count that much easier, and he was going to seize it. Blueblood stepped forward. “Very well,” he said. “I’ll get you in contact with Zizanie, but I expect you to meet me, here, to go to the Gala for eight. And you shall owe me further. Agreed?”

Trixie nodded, holding out one hoof. Blueblood touched his own to hers, sealing the deal.

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3:00. Cliffside Hangar. Come alone.

– Z.

Raindrops looked down at note again. “You’re kind of not alone, Trixie,” she pointed out as she, Trixie, and Carrot Top trotted through Canterlot, towards the Cliffside Hangar. What ‘cliffside’ meant was easy enough to figure out, since Canterlot was built alongside a cliff face, but neither she, nor Trixie, nor Carrot Top had ever heard of a ‘hangar’ before.

Trixie looked to Raindrops. “Zizanie’s crazy if she thinks that I’ll actually come alone.”

“And I wouldn’t let you,” Carrot Top said firmly. Ditzy, Cheerilee, and Lyra were all getting their manes styled, their coats brushed, and just generally readying themselves for the Gala. Trixie needed to meet with Zizanie, however, while Raindrops looked better with a somewhat-messy anyway, even for so formal an event, and Carrot Top was quite adept at quickly styling her mane, the money she spent on keeping it in good condition being her one true vice. “Worst comes to worst,” Carrot Top continued, “she doesn’t show up, and the plan’s cancelled.” She looked to Trixie. “Right?”

“Plan doesn’t work without her,” Trixie confirmed as the three ponies reached the edge of the cliff that Canterlot sat upon. It was guarded by a tall, sturdy wall to prevent ponies who couldn’t fly from accidentally tumbling over the side, but the wall opened up at several points to stairs that lead down along the cliff face, to a select few structures built into the side of the cliff itself. Trixie had been to several, most notably a restaurant set right behind the Canterlot waterfall. However, they were fairly far from that location – instead, the directions they had acquired to the Cliffside Hangar were taking them down the northern slope of the wall (Carrot Top hugging the cliff wall tightly and looking very grateful for the rail set into the stairs), down hundreds of feet before finally leading the trio to a set of doors labeled “Cliffside Hangar” and a guard shack. The guard shack, however, was empty, and the doors were slightly ajar.

“Creepy,” Raindrops noted, as the three made their way forward and through the doors. There was a twenty-foot corridor leading to another set of doors, and on the other side, Raindrops, Trixie, and Carrot Top encountered the offspring of a balloon and a whale.

Raindrops blinked. The three found themselves standing atop a long catwalk inside a cavernous chamber. One end of the chamber had the cavern wide-open, revealing the wide open plains of Equestria beyond, while most of the interior was hewn from rock, with crystals along its length, crystals that had been enchanted to glow brightly, illuminating the…thing that sat, or hovered, in front of them. It was more than a hundred feet from end to end, a long tube of fabric over what looked like some kind of skeleton that tapered off to a point at either end. The rear – Raindrops assumed it was the rear, anyway, as it was located at the rear of the chamber – had what looked like a ship’s rudder, except there were four of them, one on the bottom, one on the top, one let, and one right. The entire ship was silver, though towards the front it looked like somepony had begun to paint it in blues and purples, but hadn’t finished yet. Attached to the underside of the tube, meanwhile, was some kind of cabin or gondola, constructed of metal and glass, though she couldn’t see inside. At the rear of the gondola, and in a ring around the middle of the tube, were propellers. The catwalk that the three were standing on led to the gondola’s main door.

But that was not what struck Raindrops as odd. What got to her was that the thing was hovering, held in place only by tethers attached to the chamber floor and swaying to and fro slightly. Yet Raindrops could see no wings, no flame for hot air, no telltale glow for telekinetic magic (though what unicorn could possibly have the magic to lift this thing?)…it just floated, defying all reason and sanity while doing so.

“It’s called,” a voice said from somewhere in the chamber, “An airship.

Raindrops’ wings raised in challenge at the voice, as she, Carrot Top, and Trixie looked around. Trixie’s eyes narrowed. “Zizanie,” she informed the other two, who had not yet met the professional blackmailer.

“It’s really quite amazing,” Zizanie continued, from wherever she was hiding. “The balloon is made of cotton. Inside there’s a light metal skeleton – I forget what kind of metal – and rubberized cotton gas bags filled with helium. It can lift more than fifty hot-air balloons could, and can travel faster and further. It’ll cut the cost of importing stuff up to the pegasus cloud cities by a factor of ten, at least, and let earth ponies and unicorns fly across the country without needing expensive spells.”

The door to the gondola opened, and standing inside, wearing a dark cloak with its hood down, was a white unicorn with a purple mane – Zizanie, Raindrops presumed. The unicorn trotted out from the gondola, stopping about halfway towards the three of them to turn around and look up at the ‘airship.’ “I’m going to be honest, I think I’ve fallen in love. I was hired to sabotage this thing by certain interests who don’t want the cost of surface-to-air imports to plummet, and I have, but I think after it fails to launch I’ll swoop in and rescue to the company from bankruptcy. Gotta put all those bits I’m paid to use, right? I want to see this thing fly.”

Zizanie turned back around, looking at Raindrops, then Carrot Top, then lastly Trixie. “So…you were supposed to come alone,” she pointed out.

Trixie blinked a few times, tearing her eyes from the airship and focusing on Zizanie. “I didn’t,” she said instead. “Is that a problem?”

Zizanie stared at Trixie for a few moments, then shrugged. “Not really. You can’t afford to meet my price no matter what you’ve got planned. I’m only meeting with you at all ‘cause Blueblood shelled out some bits to make me.” She smirked. “I think that was very nice of him. You’ll make a cute couple. Think you could name one of the foals Zizanie?”

Trixie sputtered at that, stepping back several paces at Zizanie’s implication. The white unicorn’s smirk grew, though at the sight of that Raindrops snorted, and she stepped forward. “Don’t,” she warned.

“You should at least hear us out,” Carrot Top interjected, before Zizanie could bait Raindrops, an action she would most likely regret.

Zizanie sat back on her haunches, horn glowing lightly. A pocket watch was lifted out from her cape, and she considered its face. “Alright, you’ve got one minute to wow me,” she said.

Trixie had recovered from the bleak thoughts Zizanie had implanted in her mind of her carrying Blueblood’s foals. She looked the white unicorn in the eye. “I want to use a truth poison on the Night Court so that I can blackmail them into leaving me and my friends alone.”

Zizanie blinked a few times, and she put away her pocket watch. “That has wowed me. With stupidity, mind, but wowed me nonetheless.” She waved her two front hooves. “Continue.”

Trixie reached into the folds of her own cloak, producing a vial of greenish liquid, which she floated over to Zizanie, who took it into her own telekinetic grip. “That’s called Truth is a Scourge,” Trixie said. “It’s a zebra truth poison. Give somepony a few drops, and they can only speak the truth…and have to speak. Even worse, they say exactly what they think, the moment they think it.” Trixie tapped her hooves together. “I’ve modified it a little so that it doesn’t go into effect immediately, it can be activated as long as it’s in the drinker’s system. And it can turn it off, too. I’ll show you how to do that.”

“Neat,” Zizanie observed, considering the vial. “And it works?”

“Drink it and find out,” Raindrops challenged.

Zizanie smiled. “I don’t think so. But I think I’ll hold onto it and test it later.” She looked to Trixie. “How do you turn it on and off?” she asked, horn glowing slightly as she got ready to observe

Trixie demonstrated how to do so – it was just sending a tiny bit of magic into the potion, not even a true spell. Zizanie was able to duplicate it in just a few minutes. “So assuming it really does work,” Zizanie continued, “how would this go down?”

Trixie tapped her hooves together. This, Raindrops knew, was the hardest part of the plan, requiring a careful balance of truth and lies told to a pony who dealt in lies as a basic part of her profession. “I said the Night Court,” Trixie said, “but really I’m just talking about a few ponies at first. Duke Greengrass, Archduke Fisher, Viceroy Night Light, and Blueblood.”

Zizanie’s eyes widened a little. “Oh my,” she said. “Betrayal already? You’re taking to the Night Court like a fish to water.”

Trixie ignored Zizanie. “I want to get more, though. I want to get everypony on the Night Court who’s done wrong…who’s likely to just step in and take the place of Greengrass once he’s been embarrassed. So that’s the first part of where you come in: I’ll need a list of ponies like that. I’m sure you can think them up.”

“And the second part?” Zizanie asked.

Trixie looked to Raindrops and Carrot Top, both of whom grimaced. “I don’t want to just spike a punch bowl,” she said. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the venue’s changed at the Gala at the last minute, and there's a bunch of Ponyvillians coming. There’s going to be a lot of innocent ponies there. So me and my friends are going to be going around, getting drops of Truth is a Scourge into the drinks of everypony we want to target. Then I’ll activate it…and from then, until I end the spell, I want you to go around to as many ponies as you can, in disguise, and just start collecting blackmail information.”

Zizanie thought, her smirk dropping at last as she considered. “First point,” she said. “Why all this? In my line of work it pays to have some information on each client I take, just in case. An insurance policy, basically. So why not try and just get that from me?”

Trixie shook her head. “Because all that information you have is useless if somepony else has it and plans on using it – blackmail only works if the victim isn’t exposed. This way, the ponies I’ll be blackmailing will know that it was because of something that they let slip at the Gala and won’t suspect you. They’ll know I'm the one who embarassed them at the Gala, I can ruin them forever, and they’ll also have an example of what I can do to them if they don’t leave us alone.”

“Ah,” Zizanie said, nodding. “You’re sending a message. Fair enough, but that leads to my second point: how are you paying me?”

Trixie shifted, as did Carrot Top and Raindrops. This was the other vulnerable point of the plan. “In cash silver,” Carrot Top answered for Trixie. “How does a hundred thousand bits sound?”

Zizanie stared, her face incredulous. “It sounds like a vicious lie,” she answered. “I don’t recall any of you Elements being made mention of as millionaires, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t think you could manage that.”

Raindrops sighed. She hated this part of the plan, but she had to try and sell the lie, which she couldn’t do if she let Trixie do all the talking. “It’s real,” she said. “The REMM is sending cash to Ponyville to pay our relief. It’d be pretty easy for us to get access to it.”

Zizanie blanched. “You’re stealing your own relief money?” she asked. Apparently even she thought that was low.

Trixie shook her head. “Borrowing it. Once we get the blackmail information, we could extort it back easily.”

“But at the moment, barring your robbery, you don’t actually have access to it.”

Trixie nodded. “If you help us,” Trixie said, “I wouldn’t expect you to give us any of the blackmail information you get until we actually paid you. That’s fair. And, you’d have your own blackmail information on us as insurance – the fact that we set everything up to begin with.”

Zizanie considered, both her hooves pressed together in front of her, weighing her options. For several long minutes, there was no sound at all within the vast chamber that held the airship, apart from Trixie shifting occasionally from hoof to hoof, Carrot Top humming slightly to keep calm, and Raindrops shifting her wings.

Eventually, Zizanie looked back to them, and held up her vial of Truth is a Scourge. “If this works when I test it,” she said, “and if you show me how to make it afterwards…then alright, Lulamoon. You’ve got a deal.”

Author's Note:

Trixie tapped her hooves together. This, Raindrops knew, was the hardest part of the plan, requiring a careful balance of truth and lies told to a pony who dealt in lies as a basic part of her profession.

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