Telekinesis Part 6

"What a peculiar occurrence."
>Fluttershy's cottage is spinning in mid air.
>Guess you'd better see what's going on.
>You sidejump until you're at the edge of the pit where the cottage used to be.
>Hop up a bit, grab the air, start airladdering.
>You quickly make it to the cottage, but it's still spinning.
>You grab onto the corner as it goes past, and plant your feet firmly where the ground should be.
>You are now spinning with the cottage. Or is the ground spinning now, while the cottage stays still?
>It's probably just a matter of perspective.
>You walk around to the front door, open it, and walk in.
>There's a couch spinning in the middle of the room.
>Or the cottage is spinning and the couch is staying parallel with the ground.
>Regardless, the couch has something lying on it.
>A chimera, of sorts. Really long body, all sorts of different limbs, couple of mismatched horns, and a single fang just sort of hanging out of his mouth.
>And apparently the voice of Q.
>"Oh, hello. I wasn't expecting visitors."
>You pull yourself into the air, and start matching the spin of the couch and chimera.
>You climb your way to the couch, and sit in the air opposite it.
"Evening. My name is Anon Yttri Mous. And yours is?"
>You extend your hand for a handshake.
>"Discord. Pleased to meet you."
>He accepts the handshake.
>Everything is off to a wonderful start.
>"Say, how about a game? A contest really."
>You raise a single inquisitive eyebrow.
>He flashes a pair of chocolate milks into existence, and passes one to you.
>"A drinking contest!"
>He tips back his glass and drinks the glass, leaving the milk where it is.
"Woah, that's cool."
>You pick up your glass, and tip it back slightly. The chocolate milk pours forth.
>That's not what needs to happen at all.
>You level the glass again, and think.
>You need to drink the glass away from the milk.
>So it can't be a glass of chocolate milk...
>It has to be a milk of chocolate glass.
>You tip the beverage to your lips again, and drink.
>The glass drains away, and the milk stays where it is.
"Chocolatey."
>You toss the milk behind you, whereupon it explodes.
>How fortunate you didn't drink that.
>Discord seems surprised.
>"I wasn't expecting that."
"Keep 'em coming."
>Another two milks of chocolate glass.
>Drink.
>Another.
>Drink.
>You strike up a conversation between drinks.
"So, what's your deal?"
>"Master of Chaos."
"I think I knew a guy like that once. Turned into a dragon or something."
>Another drink.
>"And what's your deal?"
"I'm just some guy. I live in Twilight's library."
>He doesn't seem to believe you.
>Drink.
"What's with the spinning?"
>"I like it like this."
"I can sympathise with that."
>Drink.
>"Why do you live with Twilight?"
"I don't really live with her, I just break into the library and sleep there, despite her protests."
>"I can drink to that."
>Drink.
>At this point, Fluttershy flies in.
>"Uh. Discord? Why is my house spinning?"
"The same reason the curtains aren't on fire. Because he likes it that way."
>"You said to make myself comfortable, but I wouldn't want to overstep my bounds."
>You tune out the conversation, and start watching the room spin.
>Now that you pay attention to it, it's making you a bit dizzy.
>You tilt your self to match the room, and start spinning with it.
>Now the room stays still, while Fluttershy and Discord spin.
>Eventually Fluttershy leaves for one reason or another, and you can get back to drinking.
"There's not much point in continuing this drinking game if these aren't alcoholic."
>"They aren't?"
"Well it stands to reason, doesn't it? You can't put alcohol in the actual glass, it just wouldn't go."
>He takes a closer look at a conjured milk of chocolate glass.
>"Oh."
>And he's passed out.
>That makes no sense. Perhaps only his were alcoholic? Must have been.
>Guess you win.
>You get up and walk around in circles for a bit, before lying down on the flattened air and going to sleep.
>You awaken some time later to something poking you.
>"Wake up, we have a dinner party to prepare."
>You stretch and tap discord on the head.
"Let's get this started, then."
>You and Discord then prepare the cottage. Clean up everything, lay out the table, fresh coat of paint on the walls, complete restructuring of the inside of the place, those sorts of things.
>There's several hours to go before the guests arrive, so the two of you are just brainstorming how to make things more interesting.
>"So can you be in two places at once?"
"Probably. Let me check."
>You sit down, and at the same time, open the door and walk inside.
"Hi, me."
"Hi, me."
>You and you look towards Discord and speak at the same time.
"Evidently so."
>"This gives me an idea."
>Furious planning and preparation follows.
>The guests arrive, you among them.
>Fluttershy has been here for a while, to make sure we weren't going to burn the place down.
>Nevertheless.
>You're also inside the cottage, in a fancy suit. You're also inside Discords tongue. And there's a few more of you lying around just in case.
>Discord says something, and unrolls his tongue. You pop out and say your line.
"We're so delighted that you've come."
>Another you pops in around the corner of the doorway.
"Please, do come in."
>You and the group enter, and there's more talking. It's kind of hard to pay attention to conversations when you're as many of you as you are.
>To help with that, you stop being some of your more redundant selves.
>Like the you outside that has said your piece and will never be used again. You stop being there.
>You take your place, and you enter from the kitchen with a large assortment of foodstuffs.
>You serve Fluttershy first, then Discord, then yourself, then everybody else in turn, going clockwise around the table.
>You stand off to the side, while you dig in.
>You eye yourself enviously, you're pretty hungry.
>Enough of that.
>Paying attention to what's going on, finally, you notice Dash getting pummelled by candles.
>Alright then.
>Other things happen, and you hear Twilight say something stupid.
>"There's something fishy going on."
>And the soup tureen blasts her with soup.
>It hops around in impotent rage, giving soup to all the others at the table. When it comes to you, you hold up your hand and shake your head, and it passes you by.
>Other things happen. So much conversation, so little attention to pay to it.
>You stop being in the rafters, in the kitchen, outside the window and under the floorboards.
>There's just you at the table and you as the butler.
>Oh, and apparently we're playing charades with a rabbit.
>Let's see...
>Water, apple, belonging to Applejack...
"Sweet Apple Acres has flooded."
>Shock and awe. Really, it isn't that surprising.
>Everyone except you, you, Fluttershy and Discord leave in a huff.
>You stop being the butler, and start being one person again.
"Guess we're leaving?"
>So you do.
>You stop being in Fluttershy's cottage
>And start being at Sweet Apple Acres.
>You immediately fall into the water.
>Right. Flooding.
>You take a deep breath, and fill your lungs with water.
>Right. Flooding.
>Well, you breath oxygen, right? And water is two oxygen and a hydrogen.
>Therefore, you can breathe water.
>Yet another crisis averted by your quick thinking.
>You swim around a bit, getting used to breathing water instead of air. This gets boring quickly.
>You stop being in the water
>And start being on dry land, amongst the others.
>Fluttershy is speaking.
>"Do you all think I'm just a silly gullible fool?"
>Everypony starts speaking at once, and as soon as they stop, you speak up.
"Nope!"
>"I've just been trying to gain his friendship any way I can, so he'd come to trust and listen to me!"
>And Discord is water skiing.
>Blah blah, words words.
>You start paying attention soon, though.
>"... reckless behaviour. You need to fix this."
"Fix is such a subjective term. You could fix this by turning the sun up to eleven and just boiling the water away, or you could fix it by turning gravity upside down and letting the water drain into the sky."
>Everyone looks at you.
>You shrug.
"Let's try the term 'treat', like you would treat a wound of some sort."
>Awkward silence.
"You were saying?"
>And so they keep talking.
>Oh, and suddenly ice.
>Ice everywhere.
>This is exactly what you were talking about.
"That's it, I'm out."
>You turn to Twilight.
"Telekinesis lessons when you get back from this, yeah?"