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Re: Two Left Feet
By: Jazz Date: January 9, 2014, 11:28 am
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Jazz nods and starts walking toward the snack table. She's
relieved when at least the drummer stops, reducing the band's
playing from making her want to gouge out her eardrums to just
'nails on a chalkboard'. "She really didn't want them to, but I
guess one of the other organizers likes them or something." She
glances at the stage as the heroic dancer turns the speakers
down. "Though I don't know how anypony could." The white mare's
eyes go back to Misty and Clairvoyant at her question, and the
subsequent gasping Clairvoyant makes, which seems to be his way
of demonstrating why they needed the code. "Clair can't talk."
She says simply. "So we use a code of hoof taps so he can talk
to us." She stamps her hoof on the ground a few times as an
example. She turns to look over the spread as they reach the
table, noting that the weird brownie things are mostly gone.
Darn, those things are good too... Instead she just takes a
chocolate cupcake, taking a bite out of it and turning back
toward Misty and Clairvoyant.
#Post#: 517--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Misty Breeze Date: January 9, 2014, 9:49 pm
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To Misty's relief, the drummer quit playing, drastically
reducing the noise coming from the stage and the frustration
Misty felt. Only for a moment, though. He quickly picked back up
with wanton cymbal crashes and such, now seeming as if he was
trying to be twice as obnoxious than before. Misty grumbled yet
again at the horrible 'music', not realizing the effect it was
having on the stallion beside her. Thankfully though, none of
that really lasted that much longer, as for some reason the
noise level of the entire band just... decreased.
Misty breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the assault on her ears
stopped, her frustration diminishing now that she didn't have to
deal with the noise of the band--at least not as much as before.
Then, she blinked in surprise and worry when Clairvoyant gasped
for air, immediately reaching a hoof over to slap his back a few
times as if to try and help him recover before glancing over to
Jazz when she said... He couldn't talk. "Huh! Well that explains
everything! I thought it was a lil' strange that you seemed so
happy out there dancin' with me, but weren't sayin' a word. Now
I feel a lil' silly for not figurin' it out before!"
She gently nuzzled Clairvoyant after that, before leading him up
to the snack table, her previous frustration now replaced by
mild happiness as she focused less on the band and more on the
ponies around her. Especially now that most of her questions had
been answered. "So whaddya want, Clairdude? Some punch? A treat
or two? There's all kindsa stuff here, just lemme know--or, uh,
let Mrs. Jay know, I guess--what ya want!"
#Post#: 518--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Clairvoyant Date: January 9, 2014, 10:51 pm
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Clair stops making his choked gasping once his point is gotten
across, but he isn't comfortable. Far from it. He'd forgotten
just how much trying to talk irritated his throat. He should
probably suck on more of his candy. But first he's kind of
thirsty. He taps out to Jazz asking her for some drink,
swallowing several times in an attempt to tide his throat over
until he could get it soothed.
Up on the stage, the drummer has just given up and is just
sitting back, watching the other two flail at their instruments.
They're not even taking turns anymore, or even seemingly
following the original song, just trying to blast the other out
of the ring with their music. The unicorn flicks the volume
down another notch, much to the rejoicing of the other guests at
the dance.
#Post#: 532--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Jazz Date: January 10, 2014, 5:42 pm
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Jazz glances up at the stage for a moment as the 'music' takes
yet another random turn. The two who were still playing weren't
even trying to be coherent anymore. She's surprised somepony
hasn't stopped them yet. She'd do it herself, but she's keeping
an eye on Clairvoyant, though she could probably leave him with
Misty if she needs to. It's much easier to pick out the sound of
Clair's tapping now that the music has been turned down, and she
levitates a cup of punch down the table. She steps in closer to
the pair of younger ponies and lifts Clairvoyant's hoof up with
her own before pressing the cup into it. Once he has it in his
grasp, she drops her hoof back to the ground and takes a glance
around. She probably ought to be keeping a better eye out
anyway. There's still no sign of trouble, though she does spot a
green stallion nearby who she knows is not another chaperon. Too
young to be a parent... Oh, was the the stallion who had
provided the sound system? He'd been right up at the stage with
Clarity when it had turned on, hadn't he? She better make sure
he's okay. "Excuse me a minute, I need to go check on
something." She says to Misty and Clairoyant, and turns to walk
over to Haywire. "Hello?" she says as she approaches him, her
voice raised a little in case he'd also been deafened.
#Post#: 533--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Misty Breeze Date: January 10, 2014, 7:31 pm
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Okay, at this point the ponies on the stage were just trying to
be obnoxious. Why did they consider themselves a band, exactly?
Whatever though, they were turned down again, not like it really
mattered. She blinked slightly when Jazz appeared a moment later
with a glass of punch for Clair, still wondering just how this
code of theirs worked. Jazz had stamped her hoof on the ground,
so was that what they'd been doing with their hooves? Or was she
just being a little weird for a moment?
"Uh, alright, Mrs. Jay. We'll be here, or nearby," Misty
responded when Jazz stepped away before sitting for a few
moments in awkward silence. Now how did you converse with
somepony who was blind and mute? She kind of wanted to find
somepony else to talk to, but she couldn't just abandon
Clairdude like that. Jazz was kinda counting on her right now
anyway. Sighing quietly out of her nostrils, Misty levitated her
own glass of punch over to herself and took a sip from it before
speaking.
"Always wondered why they called it 'punch'. It's like, 'what
the hay', you know? I mean, where did that word even come from?
I know it's not like the physical punch that can ruin somepony's
day, but could you imagine if that was the case? 'Here, have a
glass of punch--WHAM!'. Ponies with bleedin' noses left and
right. Punch should totally be the drink that's served at boxing
matches. That's, like, super meta. Watchin' pones get punched
while gettin' punched 'cause you're drinking punch. I just think
I blew my own mind!"
#Post#: 534--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Haywire Date: January 10, 2014, 8:07 pm
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... How many more...? How many more friends must he suffer
through losing this day? Why must this always happen to him? Was
he not a nice pony? Had he caused somepony else harm or
destroyed something somepony considered beautiful? When? How?
Why? Oh, Celestia, why!?
Haywire sat near the refreshments table, staring at his hooves
with a slight look of horror at how they held nothing. Nothing
but crumbs... First juice box, and now hos B.2s were... gone....
He'd only just met them, and they'd hit it off so well. It was
the beginning of a beautiful friendship that he felt would have
truly been magic had he only been given the chance to enjoy it
for a few minutes more... But now... Now there's just nothing
left but his memories of what once wa-
Oh, wait... Out of the corner of the inventors eye he caught a
glimpse of a brown square hiding behind his cup of punch, the
small stallion having forgotten about both the beverage and his
newly acquired emergency supply of B.2s. His hoof reached out to
claim the treat, his face once again bearing a happy grin, but
hesitated halfway. Should he go to his emergency stash so
soon,he wondered, hoof hovering indecisive in the gap between
him and the table. He should know by now how fast they go when
around him... Perhaps he should try to save it? Try and make
sure that it would be there when he needed it most. Would it
really be worth it to just finish off his sweets now instead of
wait and save it for a time when he could have it as possibly a
reward for something he accom-
Set up the sound system, that was good enough, or so he told
himself, the pony realizing he'd already taken a huge bite out
his treat by this time. Shrugging, the stallion closed his eyes
as he enjoyed the chocolatey flavor of the B.2, most likely
distancing himself from the rest of the world in that moment to
be able to tune it out even if he didn't have his current deaf
handicap to assist him. Eyes popping back open, Hay was slightly
startled to see a mare had approached and looked to be trying to
talk to him. "I'm sowwy," he said around his mouthful with a
slight shake of his head and his free hoof pointed towards his
ear, "cont eaws. Heawing bwokan fwom speekahs."
#Post#: 535--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Clairvoyant Date: January 10, 2014, 8:31 pm
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Clair feels Jazz pressing the glass of drink into his hoof and
he grips it telekinetically and guides it up to his mouth with
his hoof. He drains it into his mouth in long pulls, letting
the cool liquid soothe his throat. He finishes it in short
order, then brings it back down to his side, held in his hoof
without the help of his magic. His throat seems to have gotten
better since last time he did that, its irritation gone with
nothing more than the punch, without the necessity for his
candy. That's a relief. He sighs and leans his head against
Misty.
Heh. Punch. That was funny. He smiles against the shoulder
he's leaning against. That sounds like something he should tell
somepony. Rizzy might like it, and probably Mom. He begins
tapping out a response before remembering that, oh right, he
can't talk to her like that. Maybe...no, it's been too long for
him to even remember how words were shaped. Reading his lips
was out, as was "talking" his thoughts into her shoulder.
Um...maybe letting her know it was funny and clever was a little
bit out there, but he could probably at least let her know that
he appreciated it. He slips his hoof over her shoulder and
squeezes her a hug. She's soft and warm...
Up onstage, the dueling string strummers finish out their "song"
with a flourish and a final chord that...actually sounds good.
The pose in that finishing position, panting and grinning at
each other. The drummer takes his cue and gives out one more
cymbal crash as the finale, then the three turn to the audience
and bow, waiting for their applause. It comes out halfheartedly
from a few ponies, while most of the rest just laugh. Their
grins falter and the drummer tosses his sticks to the side and
the three begin walking off the stage as the announcer mare
steps back onto the stage, pulling her earplugs out of her ears.
She'd come prepared. "Alright, now after a short break, Amyst
will take the stage to play for you 'Fall Asleep Under the
Sky'." The crowd cheers and applauds louder, approving of the
group and the song choice.
The three leaving the stage stop and perk up their ears at the
applause. The two strummers grin at each other and leap into
the air, giving a hoof bump, while the drummer just sighs and
follows along behind, muttering something about how he should
find somepony else to join. Also he needs a raise.
#Post#: 536--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Jazz Date: January 10, 2014, 9:11 pm
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Jazz nods slightly at Haywire's answer. She'd been expecting
that. Unfortunately she doesn't have a piece of paper or
anything to write with, so it looks like she's going to have to
resort to shouting. At least the next band is starting up, so
ponies will be less bothered by her noise. She hopes. "Are you
okay? How are you feeling?" She almost-yells, hoping her voice
can get through to him. At least he seemed to be in better shape
than Clarity had been; from the look of him the only trouble he
was having was the deafness.
#Post#: 546--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Misty Breeze Date: January 11, 2014, 8:25 pm
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Misty blinked a little bit when Clair began tapping her and
glanced down to him, wondering just what it was he was trying to
get her attention for. Then, he slipped his hoof over her
shoulder and hugged her, earning a quiet "Awwww~' as she
returned the hug, a tight-lipped smirk
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next band was announced soon after, resulting in Misty pulling
away from the hug a little bit. "C'mon, Clairdude. Whaddya say
we go dance a lil' more?" she asked, gently taking one of his
hooves in hers once more. "We'll see what we can do for a dance
if this one's a lil' faster.
#Post#: 548--------------------------------------------------
Re: Two Left Feet
By: Haywire Date: January 11, 2014, 8:58 pm
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Haywire continued to chew as the mare said something else, the
small green stallion narrowing his eyes a little behind his
goggles to focus on her mouth to try and read what she was
saying. When shed finished Haywire deduced that she had either
asked if he was okay... or insulted his mother's cooking.... How
dare she... Deciding to risk assuming it was the former, Haywire
cleared his throat and replied, "I'm fine, actually, thanks for
asking," his voice was level and of normal conversational
volume, the Inventor having had plenty of time to practice
speaking without the aid of his sense of hearing after countless
mess ups with his inventions, "just completely unable to hear
anything right now is all. Probably last for an hour or so, this
time having been a bit harsher than the last. But there's no
need to worry." He went to take another bite of his B.2, but his
teeth merely slammed against each other as they found to traces
of the delicious sweet in his hoof. "Or, at least, there wasn't
Amy need..." Haywire sounded destroyed now, him staring down at
his hoof with a quivering lip for a few seconds before instantly
snapping back to normal and giving a wide grin, his now empty
hoof being extended out in an offer of a friendly shake. "My
names Hay. Hay Wire. But most just call me Haywire. Who are
you?"
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