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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.
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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.
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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?"
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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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