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       #Post#: 235--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 244--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 247--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 248--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 249--------------------------------------------------
       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?"
       #Post#: 253--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 264--------------------------------------------------
       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?"
       #Post#: 266--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 267--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 269--------------------------------------------------
       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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