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       #Post#: 466--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Jazz Date: January 7, 2014, 2:19 pm
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       Jazz reaches out and pulls Clairvoyant into a short hug when he
       taps out his message to her. "You did great Clair." She assures,
       giving him a squeeze before letting him go. {I don't have any
       aspirin, sorry. It shouldn't be too much longe-} Her sentence
       cuts off as the mare she'd sent to get Thyme returns to tell
       them she was here. {She's here now, are you ready to go?}
       #Post#: 472--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Clarity Date: January 7, 2014, 6:36 pm
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       {I am.  I am SO ready.}  She looks to the mare waiting to take
       her away, then back to her brother.  He's so happy...that's a
       plus, at least.  She gives Jazz one more hug to pass on another
       message.  {Make sure he has a good time.  I made him come, and
       now I have to go.  Tell him sorry for me.}  She doesn't tell him
       herself, unsure of her voice and her tapping skills without
       direct contact with her hearing out, and she doesn't want to
       hurt his head by bringing it up to him.  {G'bye, Jmom.  See you
       whenever.}  Giving one more squeeze, she disengages and begins
       trotting off after the other chaperone.  At least at the
       hospital they'd doubtless have aspirin.
       #Post#: 474--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Clairvoyant Date: January 7, 2014, 7:10 pm
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       Clair recoils a bit back toward Misty when Clarity steps up to
       Jazz again, getting near him as well.
       And then the group onstage begins playing.  Wow, they DO sound
       awful.  Their instruments don't blend together well and they're
       not in tune anyway, and rushing and slowing happens regularly,
       the drummer heading probably 16% faster than the rest of the
       players.  He buries one ear against her shoulder and brings up a
       hoof to cover his other, cringing.  Several of the dancers give
       similar reactions, covering their ears against the cacophony.
       At least their lead singer was sick today.
       #Post#: 486--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Jazz Date: January 8, 2014, 9:30 am
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       Jazz returns a message of her own when Clarity hugs her. {Don't
       worry, I'm sure he will. See you later Clarity.} One final
       squeeze later and she turns back to Clairvoyant and Misty.
       "Clarity says she's sorry you didn't get to dance with her." She
       says to her son, wincing slightly as the music starts up.
       Okay... maybe they were that bad. For a moment she wonders how
       they'd even gotten picked to play. "So... want to go get a snack
       while we wait for this... song... to finish?" She says, slightly
       forcing a grin. That noise from the stage really is
       exceptionally grating.
       #Post#: 489--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Haywire Date: January 8, 2014, 10:57 am
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       What were these things anyway? Haywire pondered, staring at the
       treat in his hoof and looking rather confused. For some odd
       reason the only words that ever seemed to be coming to mind for
       the inventor when he tried to describe the treats he'd been
       munching on were "treats" "sweets" and "mphmhm". "... I'm just
       gonna call you 'brownie.2's..." He... thought he said. He felt
       his mouth move and from the words, but he didn't seem to hear
       them so... maybe he'd whispered them more quietly than he'd
       thought?
       Glancing back up at the gathered ponies, after popping his B.2
       into his mouth of course, Haywire noticed that now everypony was
       covering their ears again.
       ... This was a weird dance... He wasn't exactly an expert on
       social gatherings such as these, but the silence followed by
       some kind of showing that they didn't want to "hear" anything
       seemed an increasingly odd theme that was starting to weird him
       out a bit. In an effort to play along, and not be seen as the
       non-believer who would then be shunned by everypony else
       present, Haywire put his hooves over his own ears... then
       started to think and piece together that maybe they didn't like
       his sound system... Even though it seemed to not even be on...
       Odd...
       "Mayb- may- MAY!"
       Oh.
       He was deaf.
       ...
       With a sweep of his hoof several more B.2s were on their way to
       being devoured, Haywire wanting a few more before trying to
       decipher what was actually going on in light of this new
       information.
       #Post#: 494--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Misty Breeze Date: January 8, 2014, 7:18 pm
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       Silence. Just more and more silence from the other ponies as she
       sat there, waiting, trying her hardest to figure out what to say
       to fill in this awkward, growing silence. But she couldn't think
       of anything. She just sat there, glancing between the other
       ponies around her, a light frown on her face. Then the band
       starts playing. At first, she glanced over to the stage in
       excitement, but that excitement quickly faded into horror at how
       bad they were. She wanted to say that maybe that were bad, but
       not that bad but no. These guys were bad. Baaaaaaaaad.
       Wincing a little bit, Misty  rose the hoof not set on Clair's
       head up to her ear and covered it, though that barely did
       anything. Her other ear was still free and picking up the awful
       noise coming from the stage. This was useless... Sighing
       quietly, Misty returned her hoof to the ground below her, only
       to pick up something Jazz was saying a moment later. She was
       finally talking! And... said that Clarity said she was sorry?
       When the hay did she say that? When did she leave?! Groaning
       quietly in frustration, Misty only shrugged at Jazz's suggestion
       that they go and get a snack. "I guess, Mrs. Jay. I'm not really
       doin' much else. Ugh, these guys really are awful, aren't they?
       Do they even know? And when did Clarity say she was sorry? Did I
       just not hear her over these guys?"
       #Post#: 496--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Clairvoyant Date: January 8, 2014, 7:56 pm
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       Clair is fine without any refreshments as long as he has his
       rock candy, but anything to get farther away from that awful
       sound is a good idea to him.  He nods, both to Jazz's suggestion
       and her message from Clarity, his hearing sharp enough to hear
       their conversation and, unfortunately, the 'music' despite his
       ear's position against Misty and his hoof against the other ear
       attempting to block out the sound.  He begins reaching over to
       Jazz for her to help guide him, but puts it back when he
       remembers that doing so will expose his ears further to it.
       Though maybe she could do something with her magic to help them
       not hear it.  Could she filter out that noise without clearing
       the rest of the sound?  He removes his hoof from his ear again
       to ask, but stops again, deciding it wasn't worth it.  Well, he
       could walk with just his three hooves.  The questions he could
       leave Jazz to answer.  They're not really ones that need his
       input.
       #Post#: 500--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Jazz Date: January 8, 2014, 9:19 pm
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       "Oh, sorry." Jazz says, momentarily grimacing at the realization
       that they'd left Misty to sit awkwardly in silence. "We have a
       code so Clair can talk to us, I guess I forgot you wouldn't know
       that..." Her ear flicks in irritation as the music from the
       stage shifts, somehow becoming even more annoying briefly. She
       really wishes she could use her magic to get rid of this
       terrible noise, but she doubts she'd be able to keep the spell
       going on all three of them for the whole song, and they need to
       be able to talk. Seeing their less than enthusiastic reactions
       to her suggestion, Jazz just shrugs. "If you aren't up for
       snacks we could just wait for this..." She pauses, not quite
       sure she can justify calling it a song at this point. "To end,
       then get back to dancing."
       #Post#: 504--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Misty Breeze Date: January 9, 2014, 9:22 am
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       Misty blinked once as Jazz mentioned having some sort of code so
       Clair could talk to them. They had a code? What? But they hadn't
       done anything! They'd just... sat there. And why would Clair
       need something like that to talk to them?? Her frustration only
       grew a little bit at the compounded questions, though the
       frustration at her ignorance was mostly created from the awful
       noise the band on stage created. It was just so BAD! Normally
       she could just grin and bear things like this, but this was a
       special level of awful. Heck, this could probably work for some
       kind of torture, or cruel and unusual punishment!
       "I'm cool with snacks. I am runnin' a lil' bit on empty. Why the
       hay did Clarity get these guys to play for the dance? This's
       just... ugh!" she spat out in distaste, scrunching up her nose a
       little bit as she stood up to walk with Clair to the refreshment
       table. "So what's up with this code you guys have? What is it?
       And how come Clair needs somethin' like that to talk to you? I
       thought he was just super shy?"
       #Post#: 506--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Two Left Feet
       By: Clairvoyant Date: January 9, 2014, 10:31 am
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       At this point the drummer has actually finished his part and is
       looking confusedly at the rest of the band.  Why hadn't they
       stopped playing?  It's over.  Right?  Still, rather than be a
       wet blanket, he improvises in some random cymbal crashes and
       floor toms, not really having a whole lot to contribute now that
       they were beyond his part.  He means, seriously, he learned his
       part and he learned it well, but didn't learn it in relation to
       theirs.  They were supposed to follow him.  And some
       enterprising unicorn sneaks up to the base of the stage and
       peers at the sound system, looking for some way to silence the
       destructive beats coming from above, though without the sped-up
       drum line it does sound more bearable.  Was that what Clarity
       had played with to make herself louder?  He hopes so, because
       he's sick of those guys already.  With a glow of his horn, he
       flicks the knob.
       And regrets it.  The speakers grow much louder for a moment
       before he flicks it in the other direction, quieting it down
       significantly.  The other dancers sigh in relief as it falls to
       more manageable levels, and the nearest ones high five him as he
       returns to the floor while they laugh.  Only the drummer notices
       that they're quieter, but when he tries to bring it up to the
       others, they seem to be going off on a tangent, facing each
       other and seeming to do...is that dueling banjos?  Well, they
       are playing a banjo and a mandolin, but still.  They weren't
       supposed to be playing that.
       Well, it wasn't Clarity's fault they were playing.  She had
       tried her best to keep them from the program, but they were good
       friends with the class president, and she'd insisted they play.
       Clarity had been rather frustrated with that.  Almost as
       frustrated as Misty is getting, and transferring over to Clair.
       Why is it so hard for her to understand?  Certainly she'd
       noticed his lack of speech, and if he wasn't shy enough to turn
       down the dance (admittedly at his sister's behest, but still)
       then why would he be too shy to talk?  And last time he tried
       communicating with her, she just couldn't grasp such a simple
       concept as pain.  What's with that?
       As they begin walking in the direction he can only assume from
       their conversation would lead them to the snack table he begins
       emitting a choked gasping sound and leaning harder against her,
       which still isn't much given his light frame.  Is this clear
       enough for her!?
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