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brokethefourthwall) wrote2012-04-06 11:23 pm
brokethefourthwall) wrote2012-04-06 11:23 pm
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[Hello, citizens of Luceti. I hope you're all enjoying your daily routine. Picking up your lunch for the afternoon, or catching up on some reading by the fountain. Maybe even taking a trip to the item shop for some... window shopping.
Because you're not getting inside.
That's right. Anyone approaching the item shop will instantly notice the wagon in the doorway. A wagon holding a mountain of items so random that it would take some kind of evil genius to see how they all fit together. Or Pinkie Pie. You should probably suspect Pinkie Pie. The bubblegum-pink pony is happily darting from pile to pile, shelf to shelf, picking up and playing with just about everything she can get her hoofs on. Every once in a while, she'll gasp in excitement, before tossing an item onto her ever-growing mound.]
This is the best. Store. Ever!
Because you're not getting inside.
That's right. Anyone approaching the item shop will instantly notice the wagon in the doorway. A wagon holding a mountain of items so random that it would take some kind of evil genius to see how they all fit together. Or Pinkie Pie. You should probably suspect Pinkie Pie. The bubblegum-pink pony is happily darting from pile to pile, shelf to shelf, picking up and playing with just about everything she can get her hoofs on. Every once in a while, she'll gasp in excitement, before tossing an item onto her ever-growing mound.]
This is the best. Store. Ever!
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[Watching her for a moment, he then adds:] Uh... I don' mean to, er, ruin y'party or nothin', but some a' that stuff b'longs t'other people, an' somebody might really need it, y'know? ...Jus' sayin'.
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[She blinks, pouting up at the pile of stuff she's collected.]
...Oh no.
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[Inevitably, his thoughts drift to Doc, his eyes soft with wistfulness and fondness at the memory of receiving the green pair of leather gloves that marked the beginning of his professional career.]
...They's very special t'me.
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[She sulks, turning and looking back at the pile.]
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[He frowns, looking mildly apologetic at her disappointment.]
...Well, y'know, you can ask a lot a' people t'help you out so that this party ends up bein' real awesome. [A shrug.] I mean, I can help ya out if y'want with, like, gettin' food or somethin'.
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Good idea! I can bring all this stuff to the party, and when everypony shows up, all their special things will be waiting for them! [She giggles with glee.] Now I can use this stuff for a great party, and they can all go back to their rightful owners!
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[He's happy for her because, well, planning parties can be tricky work; he had plenty of help when arranging his birthday celebration, and even so, it took a fair bit of effort.]
So when y'plannin' this thing?
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[Hah - he's pretty sure that is what Kazooie had called him when they had first met.]