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#Post#: 953--------------------------------------------------
Re: Derailed Plans
By: Octavia Melody Date: January 30, 2014, 6:56 pm
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Octavia simply watched Vinyl as she moved back around the booth
to stand up... Albeit wobbly, she seemed to be holding up okay.
The mare frowned to herself, trying to find the drive to stand
up as she half-rolled out of the seat onto her hooves, taking a
couple steps back as she tried to find her balance. Octavia
reached out to support herself against the wall for a moment,
but instead braced herself on what looked like... a cello... "Oh
horseapples!" She had completely forgot about carrying her
instrument inside, and while cellos aren't particularly heavy,
she wasn't sure if she'd be able to carry it with her lack of
balance and coordination. At least the room stopped spinning...
Octavia huffed and dug out the straps, sliding it over her
shoulders to wear like a big backpack. While she didn't like
carrying it this way, she didn't have much of a choice...
It took the mare a few moments, but she recovered enough to
follow Vinyl outside, also trying her best to not stumble while
accommodating the weight of her instrument. "About a dozen, to
be exact," Octavia replied flatly, following closely beside the
DJ. "And that was spread out over a couple years. Although, the
last couple had to be my favorite. I remember getting onto you
for threatening to clobber some creepy, poor sod for stalking
me. So then you pretended to be my marefriend for the day. While
it was a rather unorthodox and... unexpected approach, it
worked. And the look on their faces were priceless." Octavia
giggled quietly to herself as she reminisced... Her friends
still teased her about that one, but she didn't care. "Maybe we
can talk about it some more once we get back. We have to look
out for each other, right? Besides, Vi, you're not giving
yourself enough credit. Allow me to say this directly: You. Are.
Beautiful. Too. And you're beautiful to me." She paused for a
moment, a smile playing on her lips. Although, the cellist
couldn't help but wonder if the alcohol was talking for her now,
given her choice of words. "That's twice now that you've said
that. Say it again, and I'll smack you upside the head." Octavia
grinned, giving Vinyl a slight nudge.
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Re: Derailed Plans
By: Vinyl Scratch Date: February 5, 2014, 9:21 am
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Vinyl just rolled her eyes a bit behind her glasses when Octavia
corrected her about the number of guys she'd had to chase off.
Ten, twelve, twenty... What did it matter what the number was,
just as long as she kept Octavia from being harassed? Although,
Vinyl's melancholic expression began to brighten into a grin as
Octavia began recalling the time Vinyl had threatened to beat
somepony up for being really weird, then started acting as
Octavia's marefriend instead. Good times. And even though she
hadn't really done anything further with Octavia that time...
She still thought about it every now and then. How the idea of
it wasn't all that bad. How she did kind of enjoy being that
close to 'Tavi that day.
She nodded slightly as Octavia suggested talking about it more
once they got back home, actually kind of looking forward to
that as she thought about that day and what had been done. Then,
Vinyl glanced over to Octavia when she said that Vinyl was
beautiful to her, surprised that she was so... forward about
that. Did she mean anything by that? How long had she thought
that? Questions like that circled in Vinyl's head as she
walked/stumbled beside Octavia to the house they shared, silent
for the most part. When they arrived, she opened the door for
them both before stepping in and closing the door behind
Octavia. She then moved to the couch in the living room and
flopped down on it, glad for something stable underneath her.
She waited there for Octavia to join her, before shakily moving
so she could once more lean against the mare. "So... Let's talk.
You ever think about that day I pretended to be your marefriend
to keep the creeps at bay? 'Cause... well, I do. And I get all
fuzzy thinkin' about it~... Or, maybe that's the alcohol. Either
way, question still stands."
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Re: Derailed Plans
By: Octavia Melody Date: February 6, 2014, 12:04 am
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With a rather loud grunt, Octavia heaved the cello off of her
shoulders to prop it up against the corner, nearly losing her
balance completely as she stumbled and caught herself against
the wall with a loud thud. Smooth... The mare sighed, allowing
her senses to readjust before flopping on the couch herself,
which only proved to further disorientate her. She lied still
for a moment, eventually sitting up as Vinyl shifted over to
lean on her again. "You didn't see that...," she said sorely, or
even perhaps a little embarrassed. The cellist wasn't accustomed
to not having absolute control over herself, and it kind of
bugged her. This was probably the last time she would drink for
awhile...
Octavia's ears perked a bit as Vinyl began to speak, questioning
to herself why Vinyl was revisiting the subject. Her soft gaze
drooped in thought as she attempted to weed out Vinyl's words
apart from her usual drunken statements, which surprisingly
seemed to be rather tame this time around. Even if she answered
the question, where was this particular line of conversation
leading, anyways? Octavia smiled to herself... She'll play
Vinyl's game and see where it would lead... "Do I ever think
about it? From time to time... Although I'm reminded of it every
so often when I stroll around Canterlot. Some ponies up there
made it a point to remember and like to poke fun at me, but it
doesn't bother me. I'm actually rather fond of that memory,
shenanigans and all." Octavia turned her gaze on Vinyl,
wondering how long it would take for her to sober up again. "By
the way... Those shades still look silly."
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Re: Derailed Plans
By: Vinyl Scratch Date: February 6, 2014, 8:11 am
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Vinyl continued grinning to herself while Octavia revisited
those moments back in Canterlot in question, and mentioned being
reminded of it every so often. She was fond of it, which was
good. Certainly wouldn't have felt all that good if Octavia said
she'd been embarrassed by what happened... But, she had to
wonder, just how fond was she of it? Would she go for Vinyl
trying to do that again in an attempt to help cheer her up?
Where was all of this even coming from? Wherever or whatever it
was, Octavia sure was pretty... As she stared over at the mare
and thought about that, it was mentioned once again that her
glasses looked silly, causing Vinyl to scrunch her nose a bit as
she lifted a hoof to take them from her eyes. "Pfffff, your
fffface looks silly," she said as she did so, then set the
glasses down safe nearby. "Lookin' all grey and... fuzzy,
an'..."
She didn't manage to finish her train of thought, because as she
said 'fuzzy', she rose a hoof to stroke Octavia's cheek and jaw,
lost in the action for a few moments before abruptly pushing
herself up from the couch. "'Kay, gotta pee," was the blunt
reason she gave as she moved into another room. A few moments
passed, then she came back and returned to her spot on the
couch, this time lying down on her back so her head was in
Octavia's lap. "Mmk, time to stop bein' sad, and time to be
awesome instead. Tell you wwwhat, since you're so fond of those
memories, I'ma help you stop feelin' so alone by bein' your
marefriend again. Even though you totally jus' wanna get in my
pants," she said with a giggle as she squirmed against Octavia.
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Re: Derailed Plans
By: Octavia Melody Date: February 12, 2014, 3:54 am
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Octavia grinned slightly at Vinyl's 'clever rebuttal' against
the cellist's remark about her glasses. Eyup... That's Vinyl for
you. At least the DJ actually took them off this time. Octavia
never really had any problem with those shades. They may have
looked clumsy and unorthodox, but it was the frequency at which
Vinyl wore them that bothered the cellist. Heck, she'd often
sleep with them on, for whatever reason Octavia could never
decipher. The thought suddenly occurred to Octavia that she
didn't like those glasses because she couldn't see into Vinyl's
eyes when they were talking... She was aware of Vinyl's touch
against her face, but her thought process was immediately
derailed when Vinyl made her sudden proclamation about having to
use the bathroom.
The mare shook her head and rolled her eyes as Vinyl left and
returned, a tiny smile playing at her lips. "You know, a simple
'be right back' would have sufficed just as well. But it's all
right." Octavia knew that Vinyl could exercise a bit of tact...
If she really wanted to. Then again, it was probably the product
of alcohol... Yet another thought suddenly occurred to Octavia.
Due to the cellist's lifestyle, she would have immediately
discredited anypony who harbored such habits as Vinyl. And while
it was true that they fought more often than not when they had
first moved in, she had grown quite... fond... of Vinyl's
peculiar and sometimes unkempt habits. In fact, it would
sometimes cause her to involuntarily smile, such as what had
just happened now... And once more, her train of thought crashed
as Vinyl continued speaking.
She sat stock still for a moment, wondering if she heard what
Vinyl had said correctly. That was a bold statement, even if she
was drunk. Octavia's first thought was to immediately question
it, but what the mare said next surprised even herself. "Vinyl,
dear, I don't think I've even seen you wear pants. Or
practically anything, for that matter." Octavia remained still
for a few more moments, mulling over the statement in her
head... And then she broke out in laughter, border lining a
giggle-fit. But she wasn't laughing at Vinyl, or even the idea,
for that matter. It was a true, heartfelt thing, if a laugh
could be described as such. "You would really do that for me?
You know you don't really have to do that... Would you?" She was
running circles around herself, unsure of what to think of the
matter. "Are you sure that's not the alcohol talking?"
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Re: Derailed Plans
By: Vinyl Scratch Date: February 12, 2014, 7:46 pm
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Vinyl only huffed at Octavia's procalamation that she'd never
seen the mare wear anything, her nose scrunched as well.
"Totally not the point," she grumped, before staring up at
Octavia in confusion when the mare began laughing. "Wut. Have
you lost your mind, woman?" Vinyl asked, not really seeing what
was so funny. She just stared up at Octavia with slightly
crossed eyes, before rolling them after it was asked if Vinyl
would really do what she said she would, followed by a scoff
when Octavia asked if she was sure it wasn't the alcohol
talking. After the question, Vinyl moved again so she could pull
herself up and into Octavia's lap, settling herself in there
before wrapping her hooves around the mare's shoulders.
"'Tavi, you sssilly... You know alcohol can't talk. I mean, what
would it even say, if it could? 'Driiiiiiink meeeeeeee'?" she
asked in a higher pitched voice, possibly trying to imitate what
a tiny object might sound like. "That'd be silly. You're silly,"
Vinyl continued, this time just staring at Octavia for a few
seconds after without answering her other questions. However,
she seemed to remember herself and blinked before speaking
again. "Anyway, I said I'd do it, wouldn't I? So 'course I'm
gonna do that for you. An' for me too, have I told you how
prrrretty you are? An' fuzzy, too," she drawled as she took one
of her hooves from Octavia's shoulders to stroke her cheek
again. "An' you can be my marefriend too, 'kay?"
#Post#: 1391--------------------------------------------------
Re: Derailed Plans
By: Octavia Melody Date: February 17, 2014, 8:00 am
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Octavia couldn't help but snicker at Vinyl's high pitched voice,
but she otherwise remained relatively silent and still as the DJ
continued to speak and re-situate herself... Her gaze never
really returned to Vinyl, however, as they were now locked on a
nearby pillow. She was in deep thought, her brows furrowed
slightly as she wrestled both mentally and emotionally with the
idea, weighing out the pros and cons of dedicating herself to
such a commitment. On one hoof, they were bound to be happy...
But how long would it last? What if something went wrong? Was it
something one or both would regret come tomorrow? Octavia
blinked and sighed quietly to herself. Too many questions and
'what ifs' came to mind, yet despite all these questions, she
somehow felt more comfortable with Vinyl than anypony else she
had been with for any length of time.
"You know what?" You're silly!" Octavia glanced down at Vinyl
for a moment, wondering just how comfortable she was.... And
then a sly grin crept along the mare's face as she slowly leaned
in closer and closer... And then suddenly turned the tables as
she wrapped herself around Vinyl like a vice and began to tickle
her. "I asked you not even an hour ago if you were hitting on
me, and you said no. What's this, then? Hmm?" The mare stopped
for a moment, now grinning ear to ear as she relaxed her hold.
"Well, since you're obviously giving me no choice in the matter,
I suppose I'll just have to accept," she stated jokingly,
perhaps even playfully. "You're a braver mare than I. And by the
way..." Octavia lowered her voice to a whisper. "We're all
fuzzy."
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Re: Derailed Plans
By: Vinyl Scratch Date: February 25, 2014, 8:10 am
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Continuing to gently stroke Octavia's cheek, the slightly
inebriated DJ stared at Octavia expectantly, obviously waiting
for some kind of answer. In the meantime, Vinyl just contented
herself with feeling how fuzzy Octavia was, the sensation
apparently strange--or perhaps pleasant--to the touch. However,
as she noticed Octavia leaning forward, closer and closer, Vinyl
felt her breath catch in her throat as she paused, mind not sure
whether it liked where things seemed to be going. It didn't have
to make much of a choice though, as she soon began squirming and
cackling under the onslaught of Octavia's tickling hooves, her
own hooves pulling away from around Octy's shoulders so she
could tuck her legs close to her body in an attempt to free
herself from the sensitive torture.
She didn't even hear what Octavia had to say about Vinyl's
earlier statement that she hadn't been hitting on the mare
because of what was happening, though when Octavia finally let
her catch her breath, she was able to just lay there in her
hooves, legs still held tight against her body for a few more
moments. She groaned against Octavia as she recovered, before
perking her ears up when Octavia accepted Vinyl's terms, causing
her own crooked grin to spread on her lips--until Octavia told
her they were all fuzzy. Scoffing at that, Vinyl unsteadily
repositioned herself back upright in Octavia's lap before
setting a hoof over the mare's mouth. "Don'ccchhhhhu go 'round
spreadin' rumors like that, Octypus. Can you imagine the
paparazzi if that got out?"
She burped a little bit after that--possibly some kind of added
protest provided by her body--before she began patting Octavia's
snout with her hoof. "Image nightmare, lemme tell you. Oh, and,"
she brought her head forward, turning Octavia's head slightly at
the same time so she could leave another kiss on the mare's
cheek. "Had to do it 'cause we're marefriends now! Also 'cause I
couldn't resist it anymore after sittin' like this." She
squirmed a little bit more in Octavia's lap before she let out
an 'ooooh' and rolled out of Octavia's lap. "New song idea.
Berb," she said before trotting unsteadily into her studio, only
to trot back out and retrieve her glasses, before trotting back
into the studio, then trotting back out again--wearing her
glasses--to grab another bottle of alcohol from the cooler,
followed by her trotting back into the studio, and then, of
course, her trotting back out. Only this time, she got
distracted the moment she saw Octavia and moved over to her,
'greeting' her with a tight hug. "'Tavi~. I missed my favorite
marefriend. How yyyou doin'?"
#Post#: 2434--------------------------------------------------
Re: Derailed Plans
By: Octavia Melody Date: April 29, 2014, 5:48 am
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Octavia laughed nervously at Vinyl's next remark, although
rumors regarding their apparent 'fuzziness' were the furthest
from her mind. She could see it all now... The paparazzi in
general were cunning, and some were genuinely ruthless when it
came to stories that were perceived 'out of the norm'. While two
mares diving headfirst into a relationship was hardly
newsworthy, it would indeed prove to be an image nightmare for
somepony such as herself and Vinyl. Octavia was a refined member
of the Canterlot Symphony, and Vinyl Scratch likewise shared a
similar prestige pursuing her own venue of music. The paparazzi
would be all over the story like fruit bats to apples... The
fact of the matter, however, was that the news would get out one
way or the other, and instead of trying to prevent it, Octavia
simply resigned to be prepared. Who knows? Perhaps it would be
good for a change.
The cellist scrunched up her snout slightly after Vinyl belched,
waving a hoof dismissively in front of her nose. "You needn't
worry, Vinyl, dear. I won't tell a soul about our fuzziness. Or
lack thereof, if you prefer." The mare clamped onto Vinyl for a
little while longer, blushing lightly as she was kissed on the
cheek. Octavia couldn't help but wonder if Vinyl would remain
this affectionate as time would go on, and how this would affect
their friendship overall... While she didn't seem very excited
at the moment, Octavia was beyond ecstatic; she just didn't
quite know how to show it without being overly-awkward on the
matter... She reluctantly let Vinyl go as the DJ proceeded to
wander back and forth between her studio and the living room,
seemingly forgetting something each time until Vinyl ultimately
stopped to give the cellist a hug.
"Uhh... I'm doing fine, Vi," Octavia replied, albeit with a hint
of confusion as she returned the hug with a bright smile. "You
mentioned something about a song idea? Or did you decide against
it?" With all that had just happened in the course of the past
couple hours or so, it was possible that Vinyl had simply
just... forgot already. Or got distracted. Or both. Octavia
chuckled to herself... This was going to be more fun than she
thought.
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Re: Derailed Plans
By: Vinyl Scratch Date: April 29, 2014, 5:58 am
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"Gooooooooood," Vinyl hummed in response as Octavia returned the
hug, her cheek slowly rubbing against the mare as she wore a
pleased smile, her eyes closed. After Octavia asked about the
song idea and what her plan was with it, Vinyl said, "Yeah,
yeah, song later. Rest now." With that, Vinyl abandoned the
embrace and scrambled up onto the couch before lying down on it
and reaching her hooves out for Vinyl like a child grabbing at
their just-out-of-reach stuffed animal. "C'moooon, sleep with
me, Octypus," she begged, her intentions not matching up with
her words as she involuntarily widened her mouth in a yawn, her
glasses still covering her eyes.
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