19th Dress

[prissy_hooves]

[Action; 7135 Brooks; outside]

[There's a bit of a belated package arriving today for Rarity.  Of course, never having gotten back anything terribly debilitating or depressing yet, she gently unwraps it right away to see what's inside.  A small photograph of her live-in dress shop in Ponyville, Carousel Boutique, floats up out of the package propelled by her magic before disappearing in a flash.  At the same time, behind Rarity, there is now a large circus tent top situated on top of the Kadoya household, forming a new top floor to the structure.  Surprised, she whirls around and silently regards the new addition to the house for a moment before breaking into a smile.]

My goodness, what a generous offering!  I wonder what I did to deserve something like this!

[Action; 7135 Brooks; inside]

[Housemates will notice Rarity busybodying around the house all day long, moving things from the small spare bedroom she's been afforded to sleep and work in up until now and floating them upstairs to the house's new third story.  There's much more space up there, after all, and it's much closer to the sort of lodgings she's used to.  She'll be in and out and back and forth all day, periodically leaving the house to come back with curtains and small pieces of furniture and all sorts of things.]

Oh, so much to do!  Busy busy busy!

Comments

[768mph]

Yeah...and if we ever got the opportunity to get our stuff back, gettin' outta here will probably be tied up along with it.

[prissy_hooves]

Yes, I'm sure there are all sorts of conditions attached to that. Assuming they ever plan to let us leave.

[768mph]

Its...hard to just not do anything. Part of me wants to just rush in like I usually do...but I know it'd be suicide...or worse.

I can't stand to see people suffer like this...

[prissy_hooves]

I know what you mean. It really is rather depressing when you think of it that way.

[768mph]

Which is why I try not to. Thinking that way kicks your focus in the butt.

[prissy_hooves]

I find it preferable to distract oneself with hobbies instead.

[768mph]

Same here. Though...some of my hobbies are kinda forced on me.

[Eggman...thhhaaaaaaaaannkksssss.]

[prissy_hooves]

Forced? Whatever do you mean?

[768mph]

Well...I tend to get roped into saving the world. It's like foiling Eggman has become my job or something.

[prissy_hooves]

Eggman? Who is that?

[768mph]

You might've seen him around town here. Big, egg-shaped human that's got stick arms and legs and a giant mustache. Usually has a pack of robots following him around.

Back home, he's always stirring up trouble.

[prissy_hooves]

I'll be certain to keep an eye out for him, then.

[768mph]

You'll recognize where he lives. The town just gave him a giant rusty, broken airship.

....

As opposed to all the working ones that this place seems to have.

[prissy_hooves]

Yes, I suppose in light of that sort of thing, I really shouldn't have been so surprised to get an entire floor of a house back.