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Two Left Feet
By: Clarity Date: December 27, 2013, 9:06 pm
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Ponies from all over the district come to the park on Saturday,
dressed all in finery and nice things, though clothing was
encouraged but optional. In the center stands a 10-foot tall
ice sculpture of Princess Celestia and Luna side by side facing
opposite directions. On a small hill overlooking a large flat
area stands a stage, on which sit a piano and a variety of
instruments as well as a microphone. There's a small green
stallion working with it, getting everything set up. A small
crowd of young mares and stallions stands nearby, watching him
work with half curiosity and half humor. Some giggle, and one
who seems like he might know what's in store seems to be trying
ineffectually to convince them all to head for the hills.
Around the sculptures also stand some tables with various sweets
set on them, drinks and baked goods mainly with a large cooler
filled with what might be more sweets inside. It hasn't
officially started yet, but there are a few young ponies
gathered around it anyway, filching bits whenever they think
they can get away with it.
Clarity bounces up to the park, just a little ahead of Jazz and
Clairvoyant. She's wearing an elaborate black dress with gold
trimming, ears set with dangling earrings and her hair up in an
up-do unlike her usual around-the-shoulder style. "Okay, you
two do what you'd like, I have a few more things to set up, and
I need to see how Haywire's doing with the sound. I hope his
system's set up well enough to capture my beautiful voice for my
song. Remember, fun starts in 4 minutes, dancing in 20 after
that. I hope to dance with you at least once, Clair, so I'll
see you then!" She pops back to the other two and gives them a
pair of hugs before trotting off towards the stage.
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Haywire Date: December 28, 2013, 10:38 am
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All manner of sounds were coming from the largest piece of the
sound system being set up on the stage, the little green
stallion digging into it with screwdriver and hooves pulling
out, switching around, or otherwise screwing with its insides as
he tried to find out what he'd overlooked that was now causing
it to start failing on him. When he was on stage. Because where
else would it possibly want to start failing on him? Having his
head poke back up over the back side of the turntable, he held
in his hoof something looking much too similar to a spring from
a mattress to ever belong withing his invention, the stallion
eyeing it with curiosity and confusion, using another hoof to
start pushing on it to test its springyness for the sake of
knowing its level of consistent spring. "... Who put this in
here...?" He asked under his breath, not remembering the time
his invention had gotten uppity and tried to eat another one of
his weaker builds that was apparently stalling his workshop's
continuous march forward towards the future.
Shrugging and tossing the spring over his shoulder, Haywire
stood back up and lightly kicked the panel of his machine closed
with a hoof as he started making his way back to the showy side
of the machine, him not entirely comfortable about the small
crowd of young ponies gathered to watch him as it was making hin
feel like he was making a presentation to a hopefully interested
investor who would fund his work. He was never any good at
those, always having his machines malfunction, slipping up with
his words or somehow causing the pony watching to lose all of
his or her hair. Taking a breath and picking up the microphone
for the sound system, the inventor gave it a few taps and held
it up to speak into, "Testing. Testing. One, two." Nothing. The
speaker gave no sound back as he hummed in disapproval and felt
his ears start to droop in worry over how he seemed to be
letting Clarity down. Having his hum grow louder then cut off
with a shift towards determination overtaking his features, the
stallion once again approached his machine to look it over.
Then he noticed the small piece of tape with words written on it
with black marker set just beneath a large green button.
Press to make work
A second piece of tape beneath that one.
Read above note to make work
A third beneath the second.
We're out of milk
"... I need to pick up more milk..." Haywire said, eyes
narrowing as he understood what he would need to do once he
figured out his machine.
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Jazz Date: December 28, 2013, 3:19 pm
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Jazz returns Clarity's hug with a slight giggle, her daughter's
mood and the festive atmosphere plastering a wide grin on her
face. This particular party was a little more formal than what
she'd prefer, and necessitated that she, as a chaperon, be
dressed up to give a good impression. To that end, she wore a
light blue dress of relatively simple design, at least compared
to the one Clarity was wearing. She gives a parting wave as
Clarity walks off to finish preparations, and then turns to
Clairvoyant. "Anything you want to do to start with?" She asks
him as she leads him into the park proper, her eyes already
looking here and there to keep an eye on the ponies gathered.
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Clairvoyant Date: December 28, 2013, 5:26 pm
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Clair shakes his head semi-emphatically, not really comfortable
with being here and coming only by Clarity's request. He
couldn't really turn her down, could he? He just walks with
Jazz farther into the park, sure that all eyes were on him and
his simple clothes, a white shirt black pants Sunday Best combo
with black shoes and a black bowtie, his hair dyed a raven black
though the roots, as they always somehow did for some reason,
stayed white..
In fact, why not just confirm that? He tosses off a quick
echolocating pulse. He hears off to one side a group of ponies
engrossed in their expensive outfits and in another direction
more of the same. One couple in front of them is practicing
their dancing and somewhere on the side opposite of Jazz is
somepony who looks to be peering, looking for somepony else
perhaps separated or prearranged to meet. That's about as far
as he can hear his echolocation, and most ponies don't even have
their heads turned in his direction. Perfect. He may not be
able to check again for several minutes, but it was worth it, he
thinks. He sighs more happily and puts his head further into
Jazz's shoulder, smiling. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad.
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Clarity Date: December 28, 2013, 5:46 pm
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Clarity trots her way over to the stage and the inventor,
stopping for a couple of seconds at a few stops to exchange idle
pleasantries with a few ponies she knows. "Dart, nice mane!
Snoot, classy dress! Alvin...just try not to break any bones
tonight, okay?" The last is to a somewhat larger pony who has
trouble walking without help from a professional trainer, let
alone dance without causing a global crisis. He smiles
sheepishly back at her before the removal of his fourth leg from
the ground causes him to lose his balance and flip over. This
draws a few laughs, not the least of which from himself.
Shaking her head, Clarity reaches the stage where Haywire is
working with his contribution to the dance. "Hey, Hay," she
says, giggling at her certainly extremely original
never-before-heard joke. "How are the speakers working out?
Are we just about ready to get this party started?" She sits on
the edge of the stage and crosses one leg over the other,
resting her head on one of her forehooves. Her eyes survey the
scene with a quiet smile in them, perhaps a bit of curiosity as
well. "So how does all this work? This wire goes to this port,
and that one goes there, but what do they all do?"
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Haywire Date: December 28, 2013, 7:52 pm
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"Hey!" Haywire replied after Clarity's greeting, him having been
staring at the tape he was finding on his machine, the stallion
slowly waking circles around his invention in search of more
that could maybe help him. So far he'd compiled a small shopping
list, found his own written warning regarding being sure to turn
off that project he had going in the back room of his workshop
before leaving, and been reminded that Bubo needed an oil change
soon. "Well... the speakers are being kind of stubborn today,"
he admitted after being asked about his progress in setting
things up, ears slightly drooping just as they had before, "I've
been trying all kinds of things to get it to work, and I know
the last time I used it it was fine. I just can't put my hoof on
what's bothering it today... Don't worry, though," he added,
picking up his attitude again and smiling, "I'll have it ready
soon... ish... I hope...
"How does it work? Well, when it actually decides to work," a
short glare casted in the machines direction as the stallion
began to walk a half circle around his invention to start
fidgeting with some components, "Well, the doosiwhats and dingly
doos both work along-" he took a screwdriver in his mouth as he
continued, the tool slurring his speech but doing little to slow
hos explanation down, "-wih the sprindre wiresh to shend
shignalsh to da dribble bushh whish maksh the shpeakarsh trembry
dingsh work. Can yu hel re back here ror a shec?" He asked,
laying down on his belly to better reach a panel on that side of
his machine to dig into.
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Clarity Date: December 28, 2013, 11:47 pm
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Clarity listens with a half-smile to the technical mumbo-jumbo
Haywire seems to be tossing around. It makes no sense to her,
but it seemed to- Well...she hadn't actually seen anything he'd
made actually work yet, but if he's to be believed, he must
really know his stuff. And that flying bird was rather
interesting. She kind of zones out, daydreaming about having
her own mechanical animal following her around. A dog? Naw,
too conventional. Ostrich? Inconvenient. Besides, Haywire
already has a bird. What about a walrus? Just no. Too fat.
But how about a seal? That could work. Yeah...her very own
automatic seal...that would be neat. Swimming with it...Do
those need food?
"...Hm? Oh, uh, sure," she says, crawling up onto the stage and
walking over to him. She tilts her head curiously at what he
seems to be working at, then she surreptitiously glances up and
down the stallion. Kinda greasy...not very big...but if he was
half as smart as he seemed to think he was...
Her eyes survey the surroundings. Hm, nopony she doesn't
recognize or sort of recognize. "Did you bring anypony to the
dance?"
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Haywire Date: December 29, 2013, 12:03 am
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"Tanksh," Hay said, dropping the screwdriver once he'd gotten
the panel open, him then pulling out oddly shaped doodads and
whatsits and setting them down near Clarity, "just make sure
these things don't go rolling off on their own while I'm working
and I'd appreciate it." Slowly he started to crawl into the
machine, pausing only to adjust his goggles and then address her
question, "Uh... Well, no, I didn't. It kinda felt like the
dance wasn't really meant for me what with me just being a
technician here and all. Besides, I've never been much of a
dancer myself, nor really used to being invited to these kinds
of gatherings unless it was to work on something." answer having
been given, the Inventor started to again mess about with the
machines innards, different shaped objects being removed and
added to the small like near Clarity as he worked.
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Misty Breeze Date: December 29, 2013, 12:34 am
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Sporting nothing else besides her trademark bandana and the
studs in her ears, Misty trotted up to the park that this dance
she'd seen advertised recently was supposed to be hosted at, the
excited grin already on her face only managing to spread when
she saw the multitude of ponies gathered there. She had no idea
whether she was late or early, but she was super excited about
mingling and meeting new ponies... Even if she wasn't at all a
part of the class that this dance was supposed to be for.
As if she wasn't out of place at all, Misty walked right into
the park and in the midst of all the ponies there, excited
amethyst eyes scanning over the crowd to see all the interesting
sights--or rather the ponies thereof--and all the decorations
that had been set up around the park. Most of it was pretty
tame, but there seemed to be some kind of strange activity going
on up on the stage. Ponies were snickering and staring, making
her wonder what exactly was going on. If that was the
entertainment, it seemed kinda lame...
Her gaze continued on from the stage, only to catch sight of a
pony shortly thereafter--a pony with a black and white outfit,
as well as a black white mane. With her jaw dropped slightly and
her mouth curved into a small "o", she walked over to inspect
the pony closer. "Duuuuude, I love your mane! That looks so
spiffy! Your outfit's pretty sharp too! Oh wow, your eyes too?!
That's so awesome, is that some kinda color spell or somethin'?"
She asked, each comment and question firing off in rapid speed,
genuine excitement and curiosity coming from the mare as she
questioned Clairvoyant.
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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Clairvoyant Date: December 29, 2013, 1:30 am
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Clair stops and stares forward, blushing as he's accosted
by...somepony. She seems rather excited to be talking at him,
and it's slightly infectious to him, increasing his pulse and
breathing rate. He leans harder against Jazz and taps out
asking who's talking to him. It's not a voice he recognizes,
but that isn't saying much.
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