[DE - 3] AiE : Intrepid

Continued from AiE : Tempest
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>As you stand up and dust the... cloud... off of yourself, a thought occurs.
>
>You're spending time at a friends house.
>And you didn't bring a change of clothes.
>
>Shit.
>
>
>Well, now what?
>You looked over to Dash, who was frolicking in the cloud mess she had stirred up.
>She's already been more help than you could possibly ask for.
>
>Fucking.
>Hell.
>
"Hey Dash"
>She stops mid frolic
>She looks up at you, covered in cloud.
>"Yeah Anon?" she asks
"I... may or may not have another... problem..." you said.
>You've spiked her curiosity now.
>"Whats up?"
"Well, I don't have any other... clothes."
>She looks at you for a second.
>"Oh is that all?  Phew!  I thought you'd broken something again."
>
"Well I can't just walk around in the same clothes all day!  They'll start to stink!"
>
>"Then why wear them?"
>
>Wut.
>
>
"What?"
>
>"Why wear clothes?  They just get in the way anyway.  See?  I'm not wearing any clothes."
>As she points this out, your brain begins its innuendos.
>
>God dammit brain.
>
>
"...Where I'm from, my people wear clothing all the time.  To be naked in public.... well, it isn't smiled upon, to say the least." you explain.
>
>
>"Well, if it means that much to you, I do know somepony that could probably help with that."
>
>Dodged a bullet there.

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>She flies over to you, and grips you with her forehooves.
>"Riding me will take some getting used to.  For the both of us.  I was having issues staying balanced on the way here."
>
>Shut.
>The fuck.
>Up.
>Brain.
>
"So you did a sonic rainboom anyway?"
>"Yup!  I said I had issues keeping my balance.  Didn't say I stopped being -awesome-"
>
>With that, she lifted off and flew you towards Ponyville once more.
>As you got closer to Ponyville, you were able to pick out just where she was taking you.
>And all the looks the two of you got while airborne.
>
>Fucks to give are nowhere to be found!
>
>You land at the carousel shaped building.
>After setting you down, Dash flies over and knocks on the door.
>"Come iiiinnn!" you hear from the other side of the door.
>Rainbow opens the door, and you follow her in.
>Making sure to shut the door behind you this time.
>
>Inside, a white pony with a purple mane and tail is walking down some stairs with a measuring tape draped eloquently over her shoulders.
>"Oh.  Hello Rainbow Dash.  What brings you here?"
>She seems rather uninterested, but presses on.
>"Rarity, meet Anon.  Anon, this is Rarity."
>Upon hearing this, Rarity makes her way further down the stairs.
>
>"Well its a um... pleasure to meet you, Anon." she says, something obviously bothering her.
>You must've been out of her view.
>She took everything Dash said in stride, until she actually looked at you.

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>She looks you over for a moment, and something seems to 'click' in her head.
>"Oh yes!  Your clothing!  The hospital sent it to me and asked me to repair it.  I knew there was something familiar about you!" Rarity said excitedly.
>
>"Really?" asked Dash
>"Of course dear!  Who else would you trust to mend clothing never seen by the eyes of pony before?"
>"Yeah, I guess you're right."
>Dash turned her attention to you.
>"Rarity runs this shop, and designs some amazing dresses."
>"Thank you dear!  But, you've still managed to avoid answering my question.  What brings you and your friend here?" Rarity asked rainbow
>"Well, I was wondering...  Could you make some clothes for him?  He's only got what he's wearing, and apparently humans aren't known for not wearing clothing." she explained.
>"Oh, but of course!  As a matter of fact, I made it a mental note to make your acquaintance after mending your... interesting... fashion choices."
"But, I can't pay you" you began to say
>"Oh dear, your arrival has all but inspired my latest line of dresses!  The least I could do is make you some clothes!" she interrupted.
>Well alrighty then.
>"Come with me dear, we'll have some clothes for you in no time at all!"
>With that, Rarity leads you to another room on the main floor.
>"Well, I'll let you do your thing Rarity.  Anon, I'm gonna go get my saddle bags and stock up on food.  I'll be back to pick you up in a little while, ok?"
"Ok Dash, I'll be here."
>
>With that, Dash heads out.

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>"Now then, on to fashion!" Rarity says, giddy with excitement
>She positions you in the center of the room, and starts gathering some supplies.
>"Now lets see here, I have some measurements from when I patched your clothes, so that won't be

necessary."
>"But I do need to know a few things before we get started."
>Question time!
"Ok, shoot"
>"Well, what are these pieces called?"
>With that, you begin going over what you're wearing.
"Well, this is a jacket" you say as you pull your jacket off to show her.
"This is a T-shirt" you say as you pat the piece of clothing
"And these are my pants." once more, gesturing towards what you had just described.
>"I was able to determine those for the most part dear, ponies tend to wear clothing to special events and the such." she said.
>"What I mean, is what was the smaller white piece of clothing the hospital sent me?  Are you wearing it now?"
>
>You somehow lost your socks and shoes in the crash.
>
>Shit.
>
>That leaves one option.
>
"You mean my underwear?" you ask tenatively
>"I suppose I do.  What is an... underwear?" she asks.
>God, that sentance ate away at you.
>Slowly.
>Painfuly.

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"Well, its a type of... protective garment." you say.
>
>"Odd, it doesn't seem like it would protect much."
>
"It... uh, well... Its not like an armor or anything.  Its... purpose is to... prevent damage to some more... sensitive... human areas."
>"Damage from what?"
"Mostly from pants.  Our pants can cause damage to those areas in rare occasions, or under specific circumstances."
>"So, you wear your underwear under your pants?"
>You nod your head in confirmation.
>"Certainly some odd choices, my dear.  Odd choices indeed.  But, we shall carry on!"
>"Oh goodness me, why are you so red?  Is it too hot in here?"
>You hadn't realized just how much you were blushing.
>Not everyday you talk to someone about your underwear in such... detail.
"Its...  Its just that humans don't typically discuss our underwear...  well, at all really."
>Get yourself together Anon!
>One hell of an impression so far.
>"Well, ok dear.  If you say so."
>"Now, lets go over some options for you, hmm?"
>She brings over a clipboard and offers it to you.
>The paper on the clipboard shows some designs she had been working on while you were talking.

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>Some are elegant
>Some are official looking
>Some are plain.  More day to day.
"I like all of these designs Rarity, but I think I need these the most." you say, indicating the

plain style of clothes.
>"I suppose one does need some, everyday clothes in an all-clothing society." she says.
>"Very well, I shall create some of these for you!"
"Thanks Rarity, I'll pay you back as soon as I ca--"
>"No no no dear!  Not another word about paying me.  I told you before, I want to do this for you!"
"But--"
>"No buts!  You need to get your things in order Anon.  The least I can do is clear up some of this

chaos for you!"
>"Besides, Rainbow seems to like you, so I can at least help you out for her."
>
>That cyan pony.
>
"Like me?  She crashed me into a cloud at super sonic speeds!"
>"Oh that was you she was carrying?  I couldn't tell from down here."
"Yeah, I don't know what possessed her to do that"
>"Its Rainbow Dash.  Give it time, you'll learn what that really means."
>"But she performed a sonic rainboom while carrying you?  You should count yourself lucky."
>No kidding.
>"She wouldn't do that with just anyone.  She must trust you more than you know."

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>Rainbow?
>Trusting you?
>Yeah right.
>
>A couple hours passed
>All the while, Rarity was making idle conversation with you.
>Asking generic questions.
>How'd you get here?
>Is there magic in your world?
>How many humans live in your town?
>Why did humans wear clothing?
>What kind of clothing did they wear?
>Was it cold there?
>Was it warm?
>Was there lots of water?
>
>God she was full of questions.
>She would go on and on, dragging out the details of every answer you gave her.
>
>"Did you have a special human back home?" she asked
>You thought about that for a minute.
>Not really.  You had a few friends that happened to be girls, but you weren't close to any of them.
>A few relationships here and there, but they always seemed to die off just as fast as they started.
>You'd had sex before, but it was never special.
"No, I don't suppose I did."
>That answer felt dry.
>Like you didn't want to admit it.
>
>Eh.  Don't matter now.

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"Why do you ask?"
>"Oh, no reason." she says in that coy, I'm not telling you anything, sort of way.
>
>Brain.  Stop it.
>Just.  Stop it.
>You twisted little fucker.
>
>"Alright Anon, I've got at least three outfits done!"
>"I'll have some more done for you tomorrow, but we at least have you a start."
"Well thank you Rarity.  I really appreciate what you're doing for me."
>"Its no problem at all, Anon.  Besides, this was almost a Fashion crisis!"
>"Now, I do believe Rainbow should be done shopping by now, you're welcome to wait in the lobby if she isn't though."
>With that you head back into the lobby.
>No Rainbow Dash?
>No Rainbow Dash.
>Guess you're waiting.
>
>Rarity left you in the lobby, and went back to another back room.
>Probably working on a project for somepony.
>
>Another hour goes by, and it's starting to get dark out.
>Well, Rarity probably needs to close soon.
>Guess you could walk around town for a bit.
>Maybe try this 'socializing' thing you've heard so much about.
>Could be fun.

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>You exit Rarity's shop, carrying the box of neatly folded, hand made clothing she had just made you.
>The sun is setting, not many ponies out and about anymore.
>Well, at least you can enjoy the scenery.
>
>You start walking towards what looks to be the town square.
>Lots of ponies packing up shops.
>A few are lingering around.  Probably waiting to see if anypony else comes by.
>As you approach, a few give you the 'I've never seen you before' or 'DAFUQ is that?' looks.
>But hey.
>You're new.
>
>As you're walking about the closing shops, you notice two ponies arguing over something.
>"No Berry!  I won't trade you some of my sweets for your punch!  I just don't want any, OK?"
>"But Bon Bon!  I just want a few pieces of candy!  Be reasonable!"
>"Berry.  Take your punch back, and go home.  Its late, and I've got to close up for the night."
>"Aww, come on Bon Bon!  Please??"
>"NO!"
>With that, the pony you'd figured to be Bon Bon, smacked a glass of punch off of her stand.
>You knew exactly what happened next.
>Before it actually happened.
>Fate must love to fuck with you.
>In slow motion, the glasses contents proceeded to drench you.
>Knowing the juice was inevitable, you quickly tossed your box to the side.
>
>Well, the box made it out alright.
>You, however, were soaked with a rather tangy punch.
>
>Both of the ponies stopped arguing when they heard the glass shatter.
>
>They both looked at you
>If Bon Bon could've turned any redder, she would've exploded.

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>Bon Bon was the first to speak.
>"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!"
>You hear Berry say "See, if you had just traded like I said in the first place, none of this would've happened!"
>"Berry!  We'll settle this later."
>"Fine."
>"I'm terribly sorry about that, here, let me help you." Bon Bon said, as she made her way out from behind her stand.
"No no, it's fine."
>"Well, at least let me give you something to make up for my outrageous behavior."
>She went back to her cart and got a small bottle of a semi-transparent light blue liquid, and a quart-sized bag filled with little candy drops.
>She put both into a brown bag, picked up the brown bag with her mouth.
>She walked back over to you, and offered you the bag.
>
>You paused for a moment.
>Stranger.
>Offering unknown substances.
>Be a dick and turn her down?
>Or take a chance and maybe earn a new friend?

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>Eh fuck it.
>Drugged up by a pony?
>At least it'll make an interesting story one day.
>
>You accept the brown bag of unknown goodies.
>
>"The liquid is a cleaning agent.  Just add it to water when you're washing your clothes, and the punch stains will come right out."
>
"Wait, if you sell sweets, why do you have a bottle of this at your stand?"
>
>She gives Berry a deadpan look
>Then returns her attention to you.
>"Berry is a nice pony, but she can be kind of clumsy sometimes."
>"Hay!"
>Another deadpan look from Bon Bon shut Berry up.
>"Never hurts when you have a shop not too far from hers."
"Well, thanks.  I think.  What were the little candies for?"
>"I can certainly do more than just clean your clothes.  Those candies are to make up for me and my... friends... behavior.  It was uncalled for."
>"The candies are some of my prouder creations; it's not much, but I hope it's enough that you'll forgive our behavior."

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>You consider everything thats gone on this evening.
>Well, you can accept their apology.
>At least she seems sincere.
>
"Well, thanks.  I'll have to come back some time and try out your punch and sweets properly."
>"No problem at all, mister..?"
"Anon."
>"Anon.  My name is Bon Bon, and the creator of the punch you're wearing is--"
>"Berry Punch!  Pleased to meet you!" said Berry, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Well, I've got to get going.  Nice meeting you both." you said, as you collected your box of clothing.
>With that, you turned around and headed back towards Rarity's shop.
>The sun was down completely now, and the moon had started its ascent.
>Rainbow was probably looking for you by now.
>
>As if on cue.
"Anon!  There you are!"
>Rainbow flew down to head level, and took up a position beside you.
>"Where have you been?  I thought we were supposed to meet back at Rarity's?"
"Well, you weren't there, so I figured I'd just walk around.  Maybe meet a few ponies."
>"Not cool dude.  You should'a said somethin to Rarity!  I was starting to get worried."
"Well, I'm here now.  You get all your groceries?"
>She noticed how you changed the subject, but seemed to be content with finding you.
>"Yup, you'll find out all about them when we eat dinner!"
>"Hey, why do you smell like punch?"
>You explain to her what happened at the square.

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>"Nice.  Well, at least you met somepony new!  Lets get back to my place and get you cleaned up."
>With that, she landed, and motioned for you to climb on.
"I thought my riding messed with your balance?"
>"It does, but I've got to adapt if you're gonna crash at my place for a while."
>"Besides, the groceries make a nice counter balance."
>
>Seems legit.
>
>"Put your things in my right saddle bag."
>In doing so, she notices the bag Bon Bon had given you.
>You didn't tell her that Bon Bon gave you sweets.
>You only mentioned the cleaner.
>"Is that the cleaner?  I thought it'd be in a bottle."
"It is, but I asked her for a bag so that it'd be easier to grip."
>She shrugged.
>"Well, you ready or what?"
>You hop on, and grip her neck as best you can with your arms.
>Your legs enter death grip mode.
>Your body is ready.

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>"Easy there big guy, no sonic rainboom this time." Dash says, as she fidgets with your tight grip.
>You loosen your grip ever so slightly.
>You're still not used to this whole riding a pegasus.
>You don't even know how to properly ride a horse.
>
>Dash jumps up into the air, her wings open.
>And so begins the ascent.
>You weren't heading towards the same group of clouds though.
>This time around, air isn't trying desperately to leave you.
"I thought we were going back to your place?"
>"We are.  You didn't think those clouds were my house did you?"
"Maybe I did."
>She face-hooves.
>"No, that was just a bit of fun.  My house is on the outskirts of Ponyville."
>Now your mind is trying to get ahead of you and figure out what a pegasus house looks like.
>Not a month ago, had someone told you that pegasi and unicorns not only existed, but had formed an intelligent civilization with ponies
>Well, you would've done your best to escape what horrors someone was putting you through.
>
>And now you're riding a talking pegasus.

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>Dash levels out above the clouds, and begins to simply glide.
"Aren't clouds not structurally sound?"
>"Structurally sound?  You mean sturdy?"
"Yeah.  Wouldn't a house of clouds just, well, blow away?"
>"You'd think, but the clouds we use for construction are refined."
"How do you 'refine' a cloud?"
>"I'll have to show you one day, but you basically twist it up really tight."
"It must be... unique to live in a cloud."
>"It has its ups and downs."
"Downs?  Like what?"
>"Well, for one, if there's ever a shortage of clouds, the weather team will start using cloud houses to cope with the shortage."
"Wouldn't that make you homeless though!?"
>"No, they would never completely take a cloud house.  Only non-essential parts of it."
"Makes sense I guess.  Do all pegasi live in cloud homes?"
>"No, some pegasi prefer more solid homes.  Fluttershy lives in a cottage on the edge of the Everfree forest."
>"Whats with all the questions?  You're beginning to remind me of when Twilight first came to town."
"Is that a bad thing?"
>"Not necessarily."

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>After a short while, you finally arrive at a house of clouds.
>Some have been spun into columns
>Others have been molded to resemble parts of a larger cloud.
>
"So this is your house huh?" you say as you and rainbow land.
>"Yup!  Watcha think?  Pretty awesome huh?"
"It is pretty cool."
>And expensive looking.
>
>Wait.
>Brain has a problem.
>
"So, where do you put groceries or things that would fall through clouds?"
>"Glad you asked!  Come on in, I'll show ya!"
>You follow her into one of the larger clouds.
>The door feels alien in your hands, like you shouldn't be able to manipulate it.
>But you manage to close it all the same.
>
>Rainbow's living room is very... open.
>There's a rainbow ribbon of sorts spanning the upper portion of the room.
>It was glowing, giving off the light you needed to see.
>
>You follow Dash through her living room, and into what appears to be a kitchen.
>The rainbow lighting seems to be the only lighting in her house.
>
>She flies over to a counter and shrugs her saddle bags onto it.
>They don't fall through.
>
>Logic?
>Nope.

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"So how's that work?"
>"Magic in a few spots, but remember how I told you we make refined clouds?"
"Yeah?"
>"Well, these clouds are refined, but have been electrocuted by lightning so they don't fall apart as easy."
>"They evenly spread out the weight to the rest of the clouds, so what they hold, doesn't just fall through."
>
>Sure.
>Why not.
>
>You helped her put away her groceries as best you could.
>You had no idea what some of this stuff was.
>
"Whats guerrilla munch?"
>"Oh!  Thats a really reeeeaaaaally tasty cereal.  You should try it some time!"
>
>The groceries have been put away, along with Rainbow's saddle bags.
>
"So where should I put this?" you ask, gesturing towards your bag and box of clothing.
>"In your room, duh."
"Well then, where is that?"
>"Right this way!"
>She flies back into the living room, and waits for you to catch up.
>After she sees you enter the living room, she flies up into a hole in the wall.
>"You'll be staying in the guest bedroom, right next to my bedroom."
"Uh, Rainbow--"
>"Here, let me turn on the lights."
"Rainbow."
>"And over here is your closet-"
"RAINBOW DASH!"
>She stops talking.
"I can't fly."

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>You assume she just realized she was showing off your room to no one in particular.
>She flies slowly back out, cheeks as red as could be.
>"Right.  Yeah.  About that.  Here, lemme just-- I'll be right back."
>With that she darts to another room in her house
>A minute later, she darts back into the living room, with what looks like a blowtorch and face mask.
>"You, may want to cover your eyes."
>With that, she lowers her mask, and begins to 'torch' the cloud leading to your room.
>You shield your eyes.
>Just in time too.
>After about a minute, she stops, and flies back to admire her handiwork.
>"There we go, all better!"
>There were now steps forming a make-shift ladder into your room.
>She flew back to put away her kit.
>You cautiously approach the ladder, and place a hand on it.
>It was so
>COLD.
>JESUS FUCK DAMN SHIT SON OF A BITCH WAS IT COLD.
>You holler out in pain, and Rainbow is at your side, pushing you away from the ladder.
>You look down at your hand, and there's a definite dark blue mark where you tried to touch the ladder.
>"Just calm down.  Thats it, deep breaths."

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>THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.
>"Sorry, let me get some ointment."
>She darts into the kitchen again.
>Some rustling.
>She returns with a bottle of a strange looking ointment, and some bandages.
>"Hold out your...  uhh..."
"Hand?" you ask as you offer it up, eager to make the pain stop.
>"Right.  Hand." she says as she squirts a small amount onto the ever-darkening blue patch.
>Your hand starts to thaw, rapidly.
>"You ok?" she asks, after bandaging your hand.
"Yeah, feels much better now."
>"You'll need to keep the bandage on overnight, but it should be good by morning."
"What was that?  Why was it so cold?  It didn't look that cold!"
>"That, was a special type of liquid we use to mold clouds.  We can't weld them, because they'd evaporate, so we freeze them."
>"It definitely looked cold, it just takes a trained eye to spot it."
"You could've warned me about that!"
>"I'm sorry!  I didn't figure you'd try to touch it so soon!"
>She has a point.
>You did just try to touch something after it went through a process equivalent of welding.
>
>Idiot.
>
"You're right, my bad."
>"Hey, everypony's gotta learn sometime.  I should'a warned you."
"No no, its cool.  Its my bad.  So how long until I can use that ladder?"
>"Not long, probably another hour or so.  But I'll fly you up there since its late."
>She picks you up by your arms, and flies you into her room.
>
>
"Rainbow, isn't this, your room?"

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>Rainbow stops where she is.
>"Right.  My bad.  I don't get many visitors here."
>She then flies you out of her room, and into yours.
>"There we go.  Its basically a mirror image of my room."
>You look around, and admire the craftsmanship.
>The rainbow light wrapped around the length of your room.
>There was a closet, dresser, even a little bathroom.
>But no bed.
>
"Its a great looking room, but wheres the bed?"
>"Oh!  I keep that put away when its not in use."
>She swoops down to the floor, and pulls on a tuft of cloud.
>A cloud bed seems to spring out of nowhere, rainbow sheets and all.
>You shake your head.
>Don't try brain.  Just don't.
>
"When its not in use?  When was the last time someone used it?"
>You think you see a hint of red in her cheeks when she answers
>"It hasn't been used before.  Like I said, I don't get many visitors up here."
>Huh.

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"A popular pony like you?  Surely you jest." you say as you put your clothes away in the closet.
>When she doesn't retaliate, you look back at her to see whats wrong.
>She has a depressed sort of look, and is sitting down on the floor.
"Whats wrong Rainbow?"
>This gets her attention
>"Wha?  Huh?  Oh, uh...  Nothing!  Nothing at all!"
>"I don't have many ponies over... because I don't like cleaning up after them!"
>You could see the lie a mile away, but you let it slide.
>You'll discover the truth soon enough, you figure.
>
>You walk over, scoop up Rainbow Dash, and squeeze life back into her in a near lethal bear trap hug.
>"Hey, what gives!" she says as she returns the hug.
"You looked like you needed it."
>"Yeah yeah.  Listen, I know its hard, but try and keep the mushy stuff to yourself, ok?" she says as she breaks the embrace.
>She appears to be back to her self now.
"I'll do my best." you say.
>She gives you a light punch in the shoulder.
>"Yeah well, its getting late.  How about we eat some dinner and head to bed?"
"Sounds like a plan."
>With that, you ride her down back into the living room.
>"The laundry room is over there, why don't you go take care of your shirt while I cook something up?" she says, gesturing towards a doorway in the kitchen.
>You head over to the room, and Dash proceeds to  get some ingredients out and start making dinner.
>You've gotta admit, you haven't seen a laundry room like this except for in a museum.
>There's a wash board, a big tub thingy, and a line with clothing pins on it.
>Well, best get to work.

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>You take your shirt off, and throw it into the tub, and start running warm water.
>How these pegasi got clouds to act as faucets, or to store hot water, is beyond you.
>You open your bag Bon Bon had given you, and take out the bottle of cleaning fluid.
>You dump it into the water with your shirt, and begin the tedious task of scrubbing.
>Bon Bon wasn't kidding about this cleaner taking the punch stain out.
>The punch seemed to evaporate after the addition of the cleaner.
>Might as well go all out.
>You take your pants off, and throw them in too.
>Same result, the punch just evaporates.
>
>After some time scrubbing, you are satisfied that your clothes are sufficiently clean, and hang them up on the line.
>
>You see a pink cloud sitting on a shelf with the label "express dry"
>You pick it up, and its a bit warm to the touch.
>You take the cloud, and run it over your hanging shirt.
>It doesn't evaporate the water, it absorbs it.
>Interesting reverse psychology going on here.
>Fuck it.
>You continue this, and your shirt and pants are dried in a matter of minutes.
>You look at the cleaning cloud, and it now looks much darker, and feels a little colder.
>You hold it over the tub and wring it out, just like a sponge.
>You put it back on the shelf, and begin to take your clothes down.

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>"Hey Anon, dinner is almost ready, how you doin in here?"
>You jump like a scared cat, straight up into the air.
>"Wow, nice air.  You ok?"
>You composed yourself as best you could, being only in your underwear.
"Sorry, you startled me.  I didn't hear you come in."
>"No biggie.  Sorry I startled you.  Wow, that stuff Bon Bon gave you sure did the trick."
"No kidding.  I was skeptical at first, but hey, it worked."
>"Whats that you're wearing?" she asks, gesturing towards your underwear.
>Dammit.
"I'll.... tell you later."
>"Ok Anon, whatever you say" she says as she heads back into the kitchen, giggling to herself.
>You resume the task at hand, dressing yourself.
>
>As you're putting your shirt back on, you notice your six pack.
>Six pack.
>What.
>You didn't have a six pack when you arrived in Equestria.
>You didn't work out before, and you certainly didn't do anything worthy of a six pack during your time here.
>You examine your arms, and they're more defined as well.
>The fuck is this shit.
>
>Maybe you didn't notice it before?
>No, there's something going on.
>You're sure of it.
>
>But your hunger outdoes your curiosity.
>For now.

-------------------

>Whatever Dash made, it sure smelled good.
>You walk into the kitchen, now fully dressed, and see what horrors she has concocted.
>There's an assortment of food on the counter.
>A big bowl of a fruit salad.
>Some cookies.  Oatmeal maybe?
>A bowl of punch was out.
>Luckily, it didn't appear to be the same color as Berry's punch.
>A large amount of pasta has been made.  It looks similar to macaroni and cheese, but it smells... exotic.
>Like it was seasoned.
>You didn't think Rainbow could cook.
>She didn't seem like the type to have that sort of patience.
>You've yet to taste it, the jury is still out.
>You're trying really hard to figure out why it smells so... delectable.
>Fuck it.  No backing out now.
>
>Rainbow was off in another room; you could hear what sounded like silverware.
>
>Ponies use silverware?
>
>But... How?
>
>Rainbow came back into the kitchen, and saw you admiring her handiwork.
>She had some silverware in her mouth, rolled up in some napkins.
>She set the silverware on the counter.
>"You like what you see?"

-------------------

"I--"
>"Wait!  Don't answer that!  You don't get to critique my cooking until you taste it."
>"Here, you take these into the living room, and I'll carry this."
>She had gestured for you to carry the silverware rolls, and the salad bowl, while she collected the noodles and cookies.
>You bring your designated food items into the living room, and set them on the small table there.
"I'll get the punch" you start to say
>Rainbow cuts you off
>"Ah ah ah!  I can get it myself!  Besides, can't have you goofing and spilling it."
>She set her collection on the table, and returned to get the punch.
>She returned shortly there after, holding the punchbowl in her mouth by a handle, and had extended her wings to carry some plates.
>Balancing act of the century right here, if she managed to not spill anything.
>
>Mother of god, she didn't.
>With that, you both sit down and prepare to consume the glorious meal before you.
>It was simple.
>Concise.
>And begging to be consumed in a manner that would shame a shark feeding frenzy.

-------------------

>You collect your plate, and begin piling food on.
>Some salad, and some of those glorious smelling noodles.
>Rainbow does the same, while you fix the two of you some glasses of punch.
>The meal that followed was one of the most delectable things ever to touch your disgraced and deprived tongue.
>
>Was Rainbow a master chef or something?
>What the actual fuck?
>
>After you both finished, you helped take the dishes back into the kitchen
>You both set the dishes in the sink
>"So what did you think?"
>
"That.  Was one of the best meals.  I have ever eaten."
"Of all time."
"What are you, a master chef or something?"
>
>She has turned such a lovely shade of red.
>"Aww, you didn't have to say all that...  Jeeze..."
>
"I'm dead serious.  Are you a chef or something?  I wouldn't picture you as the cooking type."
>
>"No, I'm no chef.  I learned most of my cooking through trial and error."
>You had both walked back into the living room, and plopped down on the couch.
"Wow, does it run in the family?  Secret master chef bloodlines or something?"
>
>She pauses for a moment, and gets a very sad expression on her face.
>"I...  I wouldn't know.  I've never met my parents.  I grew up in an orphanage."
>The words hit you like a ton of bricks.
>Shit.
"I...  I'm so sorry Rainbow.  I--"
>"No no, its ok.  You didn't know.  Besides, I was told that they were dead when I was found."
>
>Fuck.

-------------------

>You look over and Rainbow is looking at the floor now.
>You scoot over to her side of the couch, and give her a hug.
>"H-hey, what'd I tell you about the mushy stuff?"
>You let go.
>And then go back for a full on bear hug.
>"Hey!  Thats more mus--  oh forget it!"
>With that she returns the bear hug full force.
>You can feel her start quietly crying on your shoulder.
>You sit there for a while, just holding her.
>Letting her cry.
>When she was finally done, she broke the embrace and looked up at you.
>"Th...  Thanks.  I...  I needed that.  I'm not always this mushy."
"No problem.  What are friends for anyways?"
>She smiles, and returns to the hugging position.
"Hey, I think I have something that might just cheer you up."
"Now, wait right here."
>With that, she releases you, and waits as patiently as she can on the couch.
>You think for a minute before continuing.
"And close your eyes."
>"Awww, come on!"
"Nope, close em!"
>"Fine."  with that she shuts her eyes.
>You climb up your (now-thawed) ladder to your room, and collect the bag of candies Bon Bon gave you.
>You make your way back to the living room, bag of goodies in hand.
>You take your spot next to her on the couch, and pull the bag out.
"Ok, you can open your eyes now."
>She opens her eyes, and sees the large assortment of Bon Bon's candies.
>"Are...  Are those... Is that..."
"Its some of Bon Bon's candy.  She gave it to me when she spilled the punch on me."
>She punched you lightly on the shoulder
>"You've been holding out on me."
>With that, you both spend the next hour or so munching away on Bon Bon's sweets, Rainbow now almost an appendage to your hip.
>
>All things considered, today was a good day.

-------------------

>You sat there, enjoying just relaxing.
>It had been an eventful couple of days since your release from the hospital.
>But you weren't dead or being chased down by an angry mob for being an alien.
>So far so good.
>
>You looked to your right, and Rainbow had dozed ofShe set the silverware on the counter.
She set the silverware on the counter.
f.
>She had curled up next to you, and was lightly snoring.
>
>You smiled to yourself.
>Not a bad day at all.
>
>But it was getting late.
>You really didn't want to wake Rainbow up, so you stood up as carefully as you could.
>You stretch for a moment, and look at Rainbow.
>Might as well. She is your host after all.
>
>You scoop her up in your left arm, and begin climbing the ladder to your room.
>Thank god it was an angled ladder, or else that feat would've been impossible.
>
>When you completed your mighty trek up to your room, you went through the small door to her room.
>You gently placed her in her bed, and covered her in her sheets.

-------------------

>You went back to your room, making sure to turn the lights out on your way out of Rainbow's room.
>You shut the door as quietly as possible, and proceed to sit down on your cloud bed.
>
>You look at the nightstand holding your phone and knife.
>Your only belongings besides the clothes you were wearing when you got here.
>Your phone's screen was cracked pretty severely, so it ws practically useless.
>That broken piece of tech goodness held the vast majority of music you'd managed to collect on Earth.
>
>And now you'll never hear any of it again.

-------------------

>Well, you suppose you could get used to new music, but fuck if you already missed your music.
>You're no musician, and you couldn't hope to repair your phone, so you were stuck with fond memories at best.
>
>Damn.
>
>With that, you lay down on your bed and revel in the music you could remember.
>Maybe there'll be something similar here.
>Maybe you'll find something better here.
>
>Maybe.
>
>With that, you drift off to sleep.
>A gloriously refreshing, dreamless sleep.
>
>
>"Hey come on now, it's time to get up!"
>You grumpily take your cloud pillow and throw it on top of your head.
>"Well come on, I've got to get to work, and you have some job hunting to do."
>You give up. You weren't in the mood to argue.
>Not that you had a case anyway.
>
>You sit up, and Rainbow is wearing some sort of bright yellow cap.
>Seeing you've sat up and are aware, Rainbow darts out of the room leaving you to get ready for a new day.
>Fucking day.
>
"Hey Rainbow, do you have a shower?"
>"Uuuhh yeah, its in the bathroom."
"Where is that, exactly?"
>"Other side of my room."
>With that, you head over to the bathroom, and begin to clean yourself.

-------------------

>It was an entertaining experience, to say the least.
>You've never had a shower from a thundercloud before.
>
>Or dried of with a cloud.
>Or used a cloud for a towel.
>
>You change into some of the clothes Rarity had made for you.
>So comfortable.
>It was like wearing a lightly warmed cloud, in the beginning of Autumn.
>Whatever that unicorn did to your clothes, it was amazing.
>You made a mental note to thank her in some form or another one day.
>
>With that you head down to the kitchen, where Rainbow had made some toast and was munching away.
"So what should I have for breakfast, boss?"
>"Try the Guerrilla munch. Its pretty good."
>After a bit of fumbling, you manage to find a bowl and the guerrilla munch.
"You have any milk?"
>"Yeah, its in the fridge."
>At this point, you looked at her to see where she was pointing, and noticed she was wearing a white hard hat, with a red line running along its rim.
"Whats with the hat?" you ask as you find the jug of what you hoped was milk.
>"Well, the hospital told the Cloudsdale weather board about my injuries, and that I shouldn't exert my wings too much for another week or so."
>"So, I'll be helping out with cloud refinement today. The red line shows any weather captains that I shouldn't be flying for long periods of time."
"Ah"
>You'd sat down across from Rainbow and started eating your munch.
>Thank god it was milk.
>
>The munch tasted kind of like froot loops.
>Not bad.

-------------------

>Rainbow flew you down to Ponyville.
>"Meet me at the square when the sun starts going down, ok?"
"Gotcha."
>"Oh, and here are some bits for lunch."
>She opened one of her saddle bags with her wing.
>"Take that brown bag."
>You do so, and it contains a small amount of gold coins.
>"Alright, I'll see ya later Anon!"
>With that, she's off.
>Well, on to the task at hand.
>Might as well start back at the square.
>At least you knew some ponies there.
>You make your way to the square, enduring the still frequent 'the fuck is that?' looks.
>No biggie.  It'll take time.
>At least they're not going apeshit on you and trying to kill you.
>
>Out of habit, you'd taken your phone and knife with you.
>Fucking why?
>The knife - could have some uses.  At least it still functions.
>The phone - nope, got nothin.  Old habits die hard?
>
>Oh well.
>You spot Bon Bon at her stand, and walk over to say hi.
"Hi Bon Bon" you say.
>"Oh Hi Anon!  Did... Did the punch come out?" Bon Bon asked, worriedly
"Oh absolutely!  Whatever that stuff was, it sure did the trick."
"By the way, those candies you gave me, were delicious."
>"Good to hear!  And thank you for your kind words."
>"So what brings you to the square today?"
"Well, I've been looking for a job.  I really need to start earning my keep around here."
>"Oh, well I know a few ponies are looking for some help, maybe I could point you in the right direction?"
"That'd be fantastic!"
>"Ok, well, lets see...  You have any special talents or hobbies you're really good at?"
>You think about that for a moment.

-------------------

>The entire time you've been here, you haven't seen an inkling of anything computer related.
>There goes the majority of your skill set.
>Well, you're not in the worst of shape, maybe you could do some lifting or something?
>You've also got thumbs.
>Probably not as good as magic, but hey, everything counts.
"Well, not really, now that I think about it..."
>"Hmmm...." Bon Bon has a deep thinking look on her face now.
"Most of my skills revolve around things like this" you say as you pull out your phone and show her.
>"What...  What is it?"
"Well, it was my phone.  Its broken now."
>"What exactly is a um... phone?"
"Its main use is to speak with someone over great distances.  Most people I know use them for music and games though."
>"Music?  Thats an instrument?"
"No, not exactly.  It can play recorded music though."
>"Well...  Its definitely the most... interesting... phone I've ever seen!" she says, feigning a smile.
>"While we're on the topic of music though...  I"ve got a friend in the Canterlot Royal Orchestra."
>"They could probably use someone like you.  Maybe not to play, but definitely to help around the stages when they do play."
>Well, take what you can get.
"Ok, where can I find her?"
>"Oh I'll take you to her!"
"But, what about your stand?"
>"I always have a backup plan dear.  Oh Berry!"
>Berry appears, as if warped out of thin air.
>"Yes, Bon Bon?"
>"Could you be a dear and watch my cart for a while?  I'm going to take Anon here to meet somepony."
>"Sure thing Bon Bon!"
>Berry takes a militant stance behind the cart, awaiting all the contingencies she could think up.
>You follow Bon Bon, away from the square.
"Doesn't Berry have her own cart to look after though?"
>"She does, but its right next to mine.  Always is."

-------------------

"So, how far away is this Canterlot?"
>"Anon, we aren't going to Canterlot.  The Orchestra is in town for the week.  Most of them visiting family."
>Great.  Bothering somepony you don't even know on her vacation.
>Bon Bon leads you to a taller building.
>Looks like it has multiple floors.  An apartment building maybe?  Or a hotel?
>"Wait right here, and I'll be right back!"
>With that, you take a seat in the lobby.
>Yup, definitely a hotel.
>Bon Bon scurried off towards a staircase, and disappeared up a couple of floors.
>Wonder what you could do for an Orchestra?
>Move the instruments maybe?
>Oh well.  Guess you'll find out when you meet Bon Bon's friend.
>Speak of the devil.
>Bon Bon comes down the stairs, talking to a pony with a brown coat, and dark brown hair.
>Risking a quick glance, you see that she has a music symbol on her flank.
>What was it called again?  A cleft?
>Thats it!  A treble cleft!
>Best stop staring.  Don't want to give any misleading looks.
>Staring at a horses ass.
>That could potentially be your boss.
>
>"Anon, this is my friend, Octavia"
>"A pleasure." Octavia says as she looks you over.
>She doesn't seem phased by your being an alien.
>Good start so far.
"Nice to meat you, Ms. Octavia.  Bon Bon was telling me you might have a need for some hired help?"
>"Well, not really, no.  There isn't much thats already taken care of."
>Damn.  Oh well, long shot.
>"However, I would be interested in seeing this, what did you call it Bonnie?  A phone?"
>Bon Bon answered, "yup.  Phone.  Sounds weird right?"
"Sure, but its broken, and I don't think I can fix it." you say as you pull your phone out of your pocket.

-------------------

>"And this... Phone... can play music?"
"Well, yeah--"
>"But how does one play it?  I don't see any strings or keys.  Is it a percussion instrument?"
"No, nothing like that.  It plays back recorded music."
>"You mean like a record player?"
"Yeah I suppose so, but it can hold much more music."
>"Interesting.  Could you play some of this music for me and my orchestra if we could get it fixed?"
"Sure, but why would you want to hear music from my world?"
>"Hearing alien music is sure to cause some inspiration in somepony."
>Point taken.
>Plus one for the alien card today.
"Well, I'm all for letting you try, but I don't think there's much you can do."
>"Maybe not, but I know somepony that could." she says with distaste.
>"Well then, I'll leave you two to your repairs.  I've got to get back to my stand before Berry eats all of my candy."
>"Very well, I'll see you later Bonnie."
>Bon Bon heads out of the hotel, and back to her stand.
>"Well lets go then.  If you would be so kind as to follow me."
>You oblige, and follow Octavia out of the hotel.
>The two of you don't talk much on the way to wherever the hell she's taking you.
>You eventually wind up at that dome looking building you saw earlier.
>It looks like a stadium of some sort.  A music hall maybe?
"Ummm, Octavia, who are you taking me to see, exactly?"
>"Her name is... Vinyl Scratch."  she says, almost spitting the name.
"Is there some sort of bad blood between you or something?"
>"Yes."
>Damn.
>No Anon, she doesn't wanna talk about it.

-------------------

>You follow Octavia to one of the building's side entrances.
>There are what look to be bouncers guarding the entrance.
>"Would you mind telling Vinyl that Octavia is here to see her?"
>One of the bouncers raises an eyebrow and asks "And what business da you and dis...  freak have wit Vinyl?"
>The New York thug accent is strong with this one.
>"None of your business.  If you don't get her, I'll be forced to tell her exactly what you called her very special somepony here."
>"Somepony?  Thats no pony." says the second guard.
>"Obviously.  You and I both know that Vinyl has... interesting taste.  Now are you going to get her or am I going to have to write a rather nasty letter?"
>The thought of having this 'Vinyl Scratch' upset with them really didn't sit well.
>And Octavia just called you Vinyl's boyfriend.
>This mare is out to get somepony, you're just not sure who yet.
>"Follow me." the second guard says.
>The first opens the doors to let you in, as you follow the second guard.
>After you're inside the door shuts and the second guard turns to you.
>"Alright.  You two wait right here, and don't touch anything.  I'll go tell Vinyl you're here."
>And he's off.
"Octavia, what the hell was that about?"
>"What was what about?"
"I'm not Vinyl's boyfriend, special somepony or anything like that!"
>"That may be true, but the guards don't know that.  Besides, it worked didn't it?"
"Well yes, but don't you think she'll be suspicio--"
>"Not a chance.  I've known her for a while, and I know exactly how she thinks."
"Well what am I gonna do when her actual 'special somepony' shows up to exact his revenge?"
>"Nothing.  She doesn't have a special somepony."
"But...  Then why would she come?"
>"Because my name will be mentioned.  She never misses an opportunity to try and get me to listen to her... music.  Uugghh."
>She shudders at the last part.
"Well, what does she do anyway?"
>"She produces a... deranged style of music.  Many of the younger ponies love it.  They have no class."
"Wait, so she's a singer or something?"
>"Hahaha, no, never!"
"So what does she do?  Is she a DJ, a soloist?  What?"
>"You'll find out soon enough."

-------------------

>"OCTAVIA!!!"
>Oh shit.
>A white unicorn with blue hair and goggles was bounding down the hallway as fast as she possibly could towards Octavia.
>"Now wait just a--"
>POW
>"I'm so glad you decided to come to my show!  Aww man, this'll be awesome!"
>"I'M NOT HERE TO LISTEN TO YOUR AUDIO HORRORS VINYL!"
>"Aww man, why you gotta be like that?"
>"I'm here to help this fellow out.  Now, would you mind letting me up?"
>"Oooooohhh, the alien?  I've heard some shit about you my man.  Can you really fly?"
"What?  Uuuhh, no, not that I know of."
>"Well that sucks.  What about magic, can yo--"
>"VINYL!  WILL YOU LET ME EXPLAIN?"
>"Ok ok, fine."
>"Now then.  He has a device which I think falls under your... talents."
>"Oooh, a gadget, a thingymabob, a doohickey?"
>"VINYL."
>"Right.  Quiet time."
>"This, device of his, apparently has the ability to store vast amounts of music AND play it.  He'd like you to take a look at it, see if you can fix it."
>"Sure thing!  You gotta name, Alien dude?"
"Anon."
>"I'm Vinyl Scratch, nice to meet ya!  So lets see this gadget already!"
"Its called a phone, and please be careful with it." you say as you hand over your busted phone.
>Her horn glows, and she lifts it out of your hand to examine it.
>Her expression and mood drop.  She's suddenly become extremely focused on your phone.
>Intently.
>Using her left hoof, she raises her goggles off of her eyes and looks closer at your phone.
>The goggles had hidden her eyes until now, and boy did you get a good look.
>Her eyes were red.
>And intense.
>Almost glowing it seemed.

-------------------

>She sits down on the floor, still intently focused on your phone.
>"Hmmm...  I've never seen anything like this before, but I think I can fix it" Vinyl says as she turns her head to you for permission.
>Wut.
>Well, might as well try.
"Go for it."
>With that, her gaze returns to your phone.
>This time, her eyes begin to really glow.
>Her horn is glowing brighter now, along with the aura encasing your phone.
>Yeah, that could easily terrify anyone it needed to.
>Suddenly, the light crescendos and you're temporarily blinded.
>Once you can see again, Vinyl is no longer glowing intensely, and your phone isn't cracked anymore.
>"Ok, I think that did it."  Vinyl says, as she moves the phone to you again.
>You reach out an collect it.
>Feels normal.
>You press the power button to turn it on.
>
>The motherfucker boots up.
>Holy shit.
>This pony did it.
"You did it.  Its turning on" you say in mild dis-belief.
>"You doubted I could fix it?  Its blazingly obvious that you're new to ponyville.  If it makes sounds, I can work it baby!"
>She's starting to remind you of Rainbow Dash.
>"Well, are you going to play something or not?" Octavia asks.
>The phone has booted up, and you navigate to your music.
"Well, Octavia did lead me to you Vinyl, so I'll play something from an orchestra first."
>With that, you play the first song you find by an orchestra.
"This is called 'The Art of War' by an orchestra called 'The Valve Studio Orchestra'" you say as you press play. -- http://youtu.be/8ek0dTCRGs8
>You play the song, and Octavia is now paying close attention, as is Vinyl.
>Both of them have their ears perked, as to not miss a single bit of some alien music.
>The song finished, and Octavia doesn't say anything.
>She seems to be contemplating what she just heard.
>"So what'cha got for me Anon?  Anything with some beats?" asks Vinyl excitedly.
>You go through a bit of music, until you find a song you hope will sate her curiosity.
"This is called 'Maths' by 'Deadmau5'" you say. -- http://youtu.be/wk-iScJwuCA
>As the song plays, Vinyl becomes deathly silent.

-------------------

>"Wow." says Vinyl.
>"You got anymore like that?"
"Sure I'v--"
>"Now wait just a minute!  I would like to hear some more orchestras if you don't mind!"
>"But orchestras are lame!  Its all so sappy and slow!"
>"It's not sappy!  It has depth and meaning!  The thought of an orchestra attempting to play some of your 'beats' boggles the mind!"
>"Are you kidding?  You don't see hordes of ponies showing up to see an orchestra play!"
>"Just how isolated are you Vinyl?  Have you ever been to a performance by the Royal Orchestra?"
>"No, because it'd be boring and full of sappy music!"
>"I BEG YOUR PARDON."
>The arguing escalates.
>Boy if this argument didn't sound like youtube comments.
>This music is better, that music sucks, yadda yadda.
"Actually, let me play something for the both of you." you say, trying to smooth the argument over.
>They both stop arguing, and give you their full attention.
"This song is widely known for being remixed."
>"Yes!" Vinyl exclaims.
"It started as a folk song, was remixed into a newer style song, and is played here by an orchestra."
>"Ha!" says Octavia.
>With that you start playing 'Tetris Theme (Korobeiniki)' by 'The London Philharmonic Orchestra' -- http://youtu.be/2l-yUHo44hc
>After the song is over, both mares are silent.
"So, what did you think?"
>"I...  I think I need some time to process what I just heard." says Octavia.
>Vinyl remained silent.
>"Anon, will you be able to find your way back to Ponyville?"
"I thin--"
>"I'll take him" says Vinyl.
>"Well, then I'll be on my way.  Thank you for your... interesting look into your world's music, Anon."
>Octavia left out the same door you had come in, leaving you alone with Vinyl Scratch.

-------------------

>You feel your phone vibrate, as it shuts off due to an empty battery.
"God dammit."
>"What?  What happened?" Vinyl asks as she comes out of her daze.
"My phone just died."
>"What??  But I thought it was working?!"
"It was, but it needs to be charged.  It can't run forever."
>"Well what kind of crap is that anyway?"
"Well, it was good while it lasted.  Thanks again, by the way."
>"Hey, no problem.  You've given me about a million ideas for new stuff.  I've never thought to remix an orchestra before..."
"Glad I could help.  I hate to bail on you, but I've got some stuff to take care of in Ponyville."
>"Well, its almost lunchtime.  Wanna get something to eat?"
>"I've got a bit to think about, and I don't know anypony that knows alien music quite like you."
"Sure.  Where'd you have in mind?"
>"Normally I just chill and munch on some chips.  But your music has my brain going.  I'm gonna need some brain food."
>Ok, but that doesn't tell you anything.
"So, where to?"
>"I know this little restaurant that makes dandelion sandwiches to DIE for."
"Sounds like a plan."
>You both head back towards Ponyville.

-------------------

>You sit down at your table, and order your food.
>Not much pony food you can stomach, but you manage to get by with a cheese sandwich and a salad.
>The place is empty except for the two of you and the staff.
>"So Anon, what do you do for a living?"
"Well, thats what I was working on today actually."
>"What do you mean?"
"I don't have a job."
>"WAT.  The only alien in all of Equestria, doesn't have a job yet?  You're lying."
"No, I'm pretty serious."
>"How has somepony not snatched you up by now?  That's wild."
>You remain silent, considering where you should try next for a job.
>"Hey, how'd you like to work for me?"
"What?  Seriously?  What could I do to for you?"
>"Careful how you throw that question around, Anon.  There are some mares that are more adventurous than you'd think."
>Shit.
>She's right.
>"But anyway, you could help set up and manage my equipment!  I'm sure those hands make dealing with fine details a bit easier than hooves."
"Not as easy as I'd imagine magic would, but yeah, I suppose so."
>"So whaddya say?  You up for the job?  I pay my employees reeeaaal nice."
"Well, I'll have to talk to my roomie about it, but I think you've got yourself an employee."
>"Sweet!  If you're good to go, just show up back at the auditorium tomorrow at noon.  I'll tell the guys to let you in."
"Sounds like a plan."
>"Speaking of guards, what was the deal with Octavia calling you my special somepony?"
>Damn.
"I don't know.  I figured she was trying to get under your skin."
>"Yeah, thats what I figured."
"Whats the deal between you two?  She seems to hate you."
>"I'll tell ya some other time.  Time for brain to feed right now."
>You finish your lunch, and pay the waiter for your food.
>"Well, I'm going to head back to my place and write down some of that awesome you put in my head before I forget it all!"
>"I'll see you tomorrow though, ok?"
"I think so.  See you then."

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