private Hearts and Hooves Day House Party RP

[Dawn Stripes 301]

@@Windy Scamper, 

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Shooting Star listened with interest to Slide's story. She could resonate with the embarrassment of feeling like a blank-flank at 18--although no stranger would find anything unusual about her flank, it was a private shame. The first weeks after Lilly found her flailing in a ditch, she would sneak off for hours and feel for magical talents until her horn ached, wondering what she was supposed to do.

 

Not unlike she wondered now. Shooting Star's muzzle hung open as she watched Windy Runner cover himself in tapioca pudding and chips. 

Her image of an arrogant stallion shattered into irreclaimable pieces on the floor. He'd even tied his wings shut with a piece of cord. What was he doing?

 

"I treated you like a possession of mine, and when you talked to Slide, I got so jealous."

 

He thought she was mad about that? 

Why aren't you mad about that? her brain reproached her. What did getting a few doughnuts in her mane matter? Making a mess was part of what made a fun party! She should have laughed at that, just like she should have been laughing at the sight of Windy turning himself into a foodstuff again. It was hilarious. 

 

That was the right response. Break out into laughter, tell him how ridiculous he was being, and go back to having a nice, relaxed party.

But she didn't laugh. She was too warm suddenly. That was the off-card that made everything that should make sense and follow rules go berserk. In between the gaping silence, a little figure with an odd, flat face in Shoots' head asked herself, How exactly can ponies blush, anyway, if they're covered with fur? You're about as red as a lollopop right now, but your fur doesn't have any blood vessels in it and it completely covers your skin. You know everypony can see how embarassed you are, but what sense does that make?

 

Windy Runner stared at Shooting Star--not fleeing, not saying anything, just, waiting. Goodness, how many ponies were looking at her? Normally that would be great--it had been great all night, but--he'd done this for her. She was the cause of this.

 

Faced with the unexplained again, Shooting Star did the only thing a conscentious, self-respecting but slightly addled filly could do when faced with an emotional declaration being made to her in public. She turned and ran, and didn't slow down until she was halfway down the road.

 

Shooting Star didn't stop there. She wore her hooves warm and soft against the dirt and then the cobbles, running without thinking, and found that she swiveled in a random direction before she reached Crayonberry Lane. The flat she knew as home wasn't shelter for her just yet. She didn't want Lilly to see her like this. She didn't even think about Dawn.

Instead, she stared at the space in front of her hooves until she found herself in a park. She hadn't been to this one before--at least, not that she could remember. Even if she could remember, the shapes of dogwood and magnolia trees were obscured by gentle sheets of rain that neatly deliniated the borders of the wide garden. Somepony must have ordered a nice rain shower here for Hearts and Hooves day. That at least meant it wasn't too cold. Shooting Star ground to a stop. She didn't want to run into whoever was here. She'd had enough of staring just now.

Instead she found a mulberry bush on a hill and half-huddled under its leaves while she caught her breath. She wasn't used to running so long. The rain gently stroked her sweat away--her mane was already wet from earlier, so she didn't much care. She didn't feel the drops. She didn't feel much of anything for a few minutes. She simply braced herself and let the melting world spin around her.

 

(OOC: Found a way around rain...localized weather phenomena! Shoulda' thought of it sooner)

Edited April 11, 2013 by Dawn Stripes

[Miss Light Diamond 2,803]

@@Umbreon,

 

 

Flame sighed and turned around then bumped right into somepony who had just walked through the door. "Ah buck. I'm sorry...m-miss." He said, only just getting a look at the rather pretty mare that had just trotted through the door. This party was just full of fancy ponies.

 

 

 

Ocean gave up trying to read...it was too loud, so she stood up and made her way to the snack table...where she spent a few moments just staring at the food.

She didn't really need to eat but she sometimes enjoyed it...but right now she wasn't in the mood so she turned around and looked for somepony to talk too.

[Windy Scamper 403]

Slide watched as Shoots ran away. "Shoots, wait! Where are you going?" He ran to the door to find her, but skidded as somepony else came in his way. Another mare, and another beatiful mare he might add. But she did look slightly familar, but not by much.

 

Her brown fur and sculpting cutie mark were also quite familar. Maybe he knew somepony she knew as well.

 

"Um, hello. I'm Slide Grease, the host of this party. How are you doing tonight?"

 

@Umbreon.

[Undyne 1,483]

@@Umbreon,

 

 

Flame sighed and turned around then bumped right into somepony who had just walked through the door. "Ah buck. I'm sorry...m-miss." He said, only just getting a look at the rather pretty mare that had just trotted through the door. This party was just full of fancy ponies.

 

 

 

Ocean gave up trying to read...it was too loud, so she stood up and made her way to the snack table...where she spent a few moments just staring at the food.

She didn't really need to eat but she sometimes enjoyed it...but right now she wasn't in the mood so she turned around and looked for somepony to talk too.

Rockshire nearly lost her balance when a blue stallion bumped into her, but she had managed to stay put easily, looking back to him.

 

"No worries, I'm all right... Uh... Do I know you? You look oddly familiar...", she pondered, looking at the stallion for a bit. Why did he seem so familiar to her?

 

Then, another stallion had walked up to her, saying that he was the host.

 

"It's nice to meet you, Slide Grease. I'm Rockshire."

Edited April 11, 2013 by Umbreon

[Miss Light Diamond 2,803]

Slide watched as Shoots ran away. "Shoots, wait! Where are you going?" He ran to the door to find her, but skidded as somepony else came in his way. Another mare, and another beatiful mare he might add. But she did look slightly familar, but not by much.

 

Her brown fur and sculpting cutie mark were also quite familar. Maybe he knew somepony she knew as well.

 

"Um, hello. I'm Slide Grease, the host of this party. How are you doing tonight?"

 

@Umbreon.

 

Rockshire nearly lost her balance when a blue stallion bumped into her, but she had managed to stay put easily, looking back to him.

 

"No worries, I'm all right... Uh... Do I know you? You look oddly familiar...", she pondered, looking at the stallion for a bit. Why did he seem so familiar to her?

 

"Maybe...if you follow the circus than yea...the name's Flame Dancer. And what might your name be ?" He asked, holding out a hoof but putting it back down on the ground as Slide walked over...again.

Flame and Slide were friends...but Flame had always found it slightly annoying as Slide attempted to capture Every mare he saw with his charm's...it was never that great to be around.

[Undyne 1,483]

"Maybe...if you follow the circus than yea...the name's Flame Dancer. And what might your name be ?" He asked, holding out a hoof but putting it back down on the ground as Slide walked over...again.

Flame and Slide were friends...but Flame had always found it slightly annoying as Slide attempted to capture Every mare he saw with his charm's...it was never that great to be around.

Rockshire's face lit up a bit, finally recognizing him. The circus! "Yeah, now I know you! You were that fire Pegasus, weren't you?! Man, I've seen only one performance by you, but it's still as though I could just replay the whole thing in my head! I can't believe it!"

[Windy Scamper 403]

Rockshire's face lit up a bit, finally recognizing him. The circus! "Yeah, now I know you! You were that fire Pegasus, weren't you?! Man, I've seen only one performance by you, but it's still as though I could just replay the whole thing in my head! I can't believe it!"

The circus? He thought. Didn't Scamps do something in that...? Oh well. Then again, if I bring it up, I might understand why I know this pony, or don't.

 

"Oh, yeah, one of my friends was in the circus. A magician by the name of Windy Scamper. Do you know her?" He asked, hoping he wouuld start connecting the dots in his head.

[Undyne 1,483]

The circus? He thought. Didn't Scamps do something in that...? Oh well. Then again, if I bring it up, I might understand why I know this pony, or don't.

 

"Oh, yeah, one of my friends was in the circus. A magician by the name of Windy Scamper. Do you know her?" He asked, hoping he wouuld start connecting the dots in his head.

"Windy... Scamper? Uh... I don't recognize the mane right off the bat, but she does sound a little familiar... Mainly, I just remember Flame Dancer here and that freak show pony, uh... Short... Fizz, I think? The one with the broken horn.", Rockshire explained, looking to both of the stallions.

 

To be honest, they both look kinda cute...

[Miss Light Diamond 2,803]

"Windy... Scamper? Uh... I don't recognize the mane right off the bat, but she does sound a little familiar... Mainly, I just remember Flame Dancer here and that freak show pony, uh... Short... Fizz, I think? The one with the broken horn.", Rockshire explained, looking to both of the stallions.

 

To be honest, they both look kinda cute...

 

 

The circus? He thought. Didn't Scamps do something in that...? Oh well. Then again, if I bring it up, I might understand why I know this pony, or don't.

 

"Oh, yeah, one of my friends was in the circus. A magician by the name of Windy Scamper. Do you know her?" He asked, hoping he wouuld start connecting the dots in his head.

 

Flame smiled. "That would be me. I'm happy you enjoyed the show. And the pony in the freak show...his name is Short Fuse...he was a pretty cool pony. At first he was grumpy but after a while he loosened up. And I also remember Scamps...her and her...coltfriend ? I think they may have been married...anyway, they put on a wonderful show." He said, looking at Slide.

Edited April 11, 2013 by Jolteon

[Adente 1,000]

@@Dawn Stripes,

 

"Nice going ace. Not only did you stun your potential special sompeony into silence by turning yourself into all you can eat buffet for absolutely no reason, but you RAN HER OUT OF THE BUCKING PARTY! Well what are you going to go? Just stand there rooted to the spot like the snack table you now resemble? Don't let her get away or I swear to Celestia I'll make you so guilty you won't want to ever go out in public ever again!" 

 

"Stupid brain! I'm thinking ok?" Windy muttered. His usually laid back brain was insulting him? That wasn't supposed to happen to normal ponies. "Brain, why are you doing this to me?" Windy asked out loud, feeling more and more ridiculous for holding a conversation with himself out loud, but nopony was listening to him thankfully. And Slide even had the gall to just let Shoots go and check out the newest mare at the party? Let him have her! Let him have every mare at this whole party. Windy made a decision right then, and began running out of the house, shaking off the pudding and chips as he went. When he got out into the street, Shoots was already out of sight. Crying out in frustration, Windy reach down and bit off the cord around his wings, tearing out some feathers as he hurried to free his wings. Ignoring the shooting pain, he took off into the sky. He hoped to see her from the air, but it was too dark, and like a star at dusk, she had already vanished into the blackness of the night. "SHOOTING STAR! SHOOTING STAR?" Windy called out, praying she would hear him. With no response, he almost began bawling in frustration, but decided he could cry all he wanted later, and began searching the whole town over from the air, flying faster than he had thought he could. Still, he was luckless. 

 

Windy kept flying all over town nonstop, even when a storm blew in and a rainstorm had started weighing him down. "I can't keep flying in this weather, it'll tire me out too much to even stand if I'm up here much longer. Well, time to pick a direction to search in and keep it up on hoof. But which way to pick? What was that old cliche my uncle used to say? 'Your heart is your compass; follow it!' Alright Uncle Raybeam, you better be right!" Touching down and folding in his now blood-splattered wings, which had lost a large number of feathers to him crashing through bushes and trees looking desperately, Windy picked the path that 'felt right' and began running like his life depended on it. He soon arrived at a park he hadn't searched through very thoroughly before, and stopped under an arch to catch his breath for a moment. Gathering his breath for one more shout, he yelled into the park "SHOOTING STAR, ARE YOU HERE?" before collapsing back against the arch and gasping for air, fighting to stay conscious due to being so tired and beaten down by the weather and his growing hopelessness.

Edited April 11, 2013 by Windy Runner

[Dawn Stripes 301]

@,

 

(OOC: I believe PG-13 was the law set. I'm going off 'occasional language' is indeed PG-13)

 

"SHOOTING STAR, ARE YOU HERE?" 

 

Shoots' dizziness had passed enough that she could hear the plaintive yet booming shout from across the fairway of the park. More than aware enough to hear the needles of sadness, and to want to give herself a good buck in the face for it. But she'd never been all that good at bucking. One of the reasons Dawn didn't want her going out to late parties.

Shooting Star couldn't just leave him there. She half-slid, half-trotted downhill until she found a certain pegasus propped up by a trellis that barely supported his weight.

Her vision started to swim, again, and Shoots forced it back. She took the warmth and locked it in a cell, and stamped on the dizziness until it was dead.

As she said, she was a big filly. Time to do this right.

"Windy Runner? Are you okay?" That was what she meant to say. Instead, the apologies poured our of her muzzle the minute she opened it. "I'm so sorry! I can't believe I didn't say something when Slide was yelling at you! I ruined your whole Hearts and Hooves Day! I can't even have a simple conversation with you without somepony turning into food, or, or...I'm an ass!"

 

She half-sank to sitting worriedly on her haunches, torn between trying to shore of the pegasus' shaky-looking integrity and...well, keeping a safe distance.

"What are you doing here?" she finished, more forcefully than she'd intended to. 

It wasn't like it wasn't a little bit obvious. She was the reason he was here. Like the worst, most picky...ugh, there weren't even words for it. She made him run out in the rain. For her.

 

And he did it--without a second thought from the looks of it. Shoots was going to tell him to go HOME, or at least to go back to his party, but obviously, if he was stupid enough to keep following her...that wasn't what he wanted.

Edited April 11, 2013 by Dawn Stripes

[lobsterbob 22]

  Without a response, Storm decided to mope over to some other area to find the owner. He knew what he guessed was enough about the pony's appearance. Slide Grease... an earth pony, also a talented musician. He should be somewhat distinct. Should, wasn't. What with all of the other colts at the party it was almost impossible to tell who was who or what or why... if that was needed. He wasn't going to be able to tell unless he checked the flank of everypony at the party. There was, however, a colt standing with most of the other party-goers and talking. Even if he wasn't the host, maybe he'd know about the drinks. Why am I worrying about this? it's just alcohol...

Even so, it would be polite to at least introduce himself and give thanks for the party.

  The idea didn't seem as great when he approached, how could he avoid talking to everypony else? There were conversations taking place and some of them might be close to finding their special somepony. Too late now anyway. Storming Star tried to improve his posture, his arched neck pointing upwards now and his eyes almost making contact. Next to the group, quietly, he uttered "I just thought I'd say thank you for the party, and all... it's very nice." Even if the host managed to hear Storm, he turned around and started walking away slowly. He did plan on leaving soon, his morning shift demanded sleep. Maybe that was a poor excuse.

[Adente 1,000]

@@Dawn Stripes,

 

"What am I doing here? Shoots, I came looking for you! I was so worried about you, and I wanted to apologize and then I went and turned myself into a buffet table instead, and grrr! I am so dense sometimes!" Pausing for breath, he continued, with a now confused look on his face, 

 

"Besides Shoots, what do you have to be sorry for? The blame lies squarely with me. I don't know what made me act the way I did, I never lose my composure like that over anypony! I just don't know what came over me, but whenever you were near me, I felt like I was made of jello! I felt I had to prove myself to you, and all I did was make myself look like an ass. You weren't being an ass, you handled it as well as anypony could ask to given the... extenuating circumstances." 

 

"You're motor-mouthing again Windy... Are you going to say just come out and say it? Or are you going to keep being a verbal matador and dancing around the issue? Grab it by the horns! It'll make her understand!"

 

Windy then opened his mouth and blurted out in one fast breath without thinking his words through, "Shoots, I acted the way I did because you made me feel different than anypony else ever has. I just so wanted you to be my Special Somepony that I went off the deep end trying to do so. Can you forgive me for my behavior? Can we start over?" 

Edited April 11, 2013 by Windy Runner

[Dawn Stripes 301]

(OOC: Gonna' be last post for tonight. But all be up bright and early to digitally stalk you once again, fillies and gentlecolts. Same place, all times)

 

@, 

 

"...you made me feel different than anypony else ever has..."

 

"Me too..." Shooting Star whimpered with inaudible flimsiness. It wasn't a sly whisper, or demure--it was a miserable, mother-please-tuck-me-in sort of whimper.

 

"Would..." She started, then caught on a jump in her throat. "W....Would'y..." she couldn't speak; she couldn't even get halfway before her body turned into sludge and she petered out.
But her legs could still move. Windy Runner looked distinctly un-sexy at the moment; his breathing was weak, his beautiful wings were ragged and torn, his coat was mussed in all directions and chock-full of burs. Bits of tapioca pudding still clung to his rain-plastered mane--along with a spattering of mud and even some blood, just to dispell any interesting fantasies that might have conjured.

 

Weaving through the gate, Shooting Star walked a full circle around Windy Runner and took a good look at him. She did it again. If he tried to move, she exerted a little telekenesis to help keep his hooves firmly planted in place. He was....he was the same as before. And that was some kind of miracle. This was the stallion that had been ready to fight just to talk to her. This was the colt who'd done something as stupid as tying his wings shut and pulling a five-year old's comedy routine because he inconvenienced her. This was the pony who was here, in so many senses of this time and place.

 

At least she found her voice, at least to say something. "You're kind of a hot-head, aren't you?" she drawled, much more statement than question.

 

So she stepped in closer and leaned back on her hooves until her spine cracked. She listened to the equine breath flaring from Windy Runner's nostrils--pained, labored, heavy. Very attentive to her. Not closing her eyes, she stood on tip-hoof and raised her face, and tapped the tip of her nose gently against Windy's. A prick of moisture, shared between them for a second.

Forgiveness, quiet and unmistakable.

 

"W-windy..." Luna clop her, why did that name have to sound like a hypocorism in its own form? "Would you be....be....m..." When her chin had just about come to burying itself in the ground, she gave up trying to finish the sentence.

[Adente 1,000]

@@Dawn Stripes,

 

It was all Windy could do to not collapse on the spot due to tiredness, or maybe the warm feeling in his chest that was expanding the more he looked at Shoots. However, when she ever so delicately touched his nose, Windy froze up stiff as a board. A stupid grin began to form on his battered face, and grew large enough to look like his face had split open. His eyes glazed over and he fell into a trance like state. He forgot about the rain, the cold, the pain in his wings, everything. The only thing he felt was the tiny bit of warmth on the end of his nose.

 

 

 

"W-windy..."

 

"Would you be....be....m..."

 

 

Shaking out of his trance, Windy listened to Shoots stutter and then fall silent, placing her head toward the ground. Windy was sure he had heard her correctly, despite the noise of the storm, but he still was terrified that he had misheard her and that she hadn't been wanting him to be her special somepony. "Oh well," Windy thought, "this is do or die."

 

Gathering his courage and spirit, Windy leaned over and ever so gently lifted Shoot's face up to meet his, and their eyes locked. "Shoots, will you make me the happiest stallion in all of Equestria and be my special somepony?" Windy asked softly. 

[PinkieShyFlutterPie 408]

Heather saw as Windy went to go see the pony he likes "Good luck!" Heather said almost not shy at all. Heather sat there for a little wile then decided to go in "Seems everypony is still talking to each other...maybe i'll find somepony to talk to if i wait" Heather said to herself walking over to the couch 

[Dawn Stripes 301]

@,

 

"TOTALLY!"

 

The warmth in Shooting Star broke free of its cage and electrified her. It wandered through the streets as a prophet, spreading the word of how its spirit had left its body and received visions upon traveling to a strange, windswept land flowing with milk and pudding. The populace was amazed at the power it had exerted to escape the bondage of the Queen Regent Maturity.

After dancing a jig in the town square with Ambitions, Warmth and its dance partner went on to overthrow the tyrant and establish a new rule by posing as immortal alicorns. Warmth itself drew the enchanted assassination knife across Maturity's throat, which fated weapon would soon wind up in the Museum of Dusty Artifacts and Curious Occurances.

A brand new palace was constructed at the north end of the Lonely Street of Dreams. Dreams herself was paid for the property with an invitation to become the palace jester and make all actual decision related to the administration of hte land. The new kind and queen established an age of prosperity, commissioning ballads and television shows to be written about themselves after enacting the Happiness Civil Works Reform to ensure that no impulse would ever languish unheeded. They brokered a revolutionary peace treaty between the pre-unification tribes of muscle cells, serotonin-linked hormones, and synaptic nerve cells.

 

Lyra obviously didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Insignificant words, what rubbish. Bucking magical words, they were.

 

"Like, finally! You're totally cute, and I couldn't even, like, look at you without wanting to ask you to be my special somepony. Oh, this is so cool!" 

 

Shooting Star cantered in place for a couple seconds, grinning from ear to ear; they were alone in a quiet place, but despite Star's long night, it didn't matter anymore. Windy filled up whatever room he was in. Shoots could have run another mile....oops! There was a little something she ought to do. The trellis arch was rattling. She excused herself from the court of Love, explaining to Warmth that she had an important pilgrimage of her own to make. Her special somepony looked just about ready to collapse.

She slid in between the gate and took over its place as primary support before Windy Runner's weight could put an end to it. Burrs and a little bit of blood stuck to her sides. "Gosh, how bad are you hurt? Do you, uh, need to go to the hospital?"

 

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Lyra pulled herself away from Bon-Bon quickly enough to reach under the park bench for her box while the candy-colored mare wasn't looking. She grinned enterprisingly, trying to gauge her marefriend's reaction. Bon-bon was happier than she'd ever seen her. Perfect.

Now, how to pull this off perfectly? Lyra's heart was fluttering, because she wanted it to be perfect. She didn't want to be too traditional or anything, but she knew Bon-bon would rather she make it romantic...

"So, yeah," she started lamely, popping open the box with one hoof to reveal a pair of gilt hitching ropes with a familiar pair of cutie marks decorating them as pendents. "Maybe we should just, you know, get married?"

Bon-Bon gasped.

 

"Totally!"

 

Both ponies swiveled to stare at the hill across which the shout had come. Lyra flattened her ears in disbeleif, but Bon-Bon just shrugged as she grabbed the rope with a lyre pendant and pulled it over her marefriend's soaked neck. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

Edited April 11, 2013 by Dawn Stripes

[Miss Light Diamond 2,803]

@@PinkieShyFlutterPie,

 

 

Ocean noticed a mare trot over and sit down next to her.

It wasn't really Ocean's thing to be talkative...but she thought she would give it a go. "Uh...Hi." She said, smiling slightly. "I'm Ocean...Ocean Wind." She said, holding out a hoof. "What's your name ?" She asked, still holding out her hoof to shake the mare's.

[Adente 1,000]

@@Dawn Stripes,

 

Windy's stupid smile returned with a vengeance when he heard Shoot's enthusiastic answer.  However, he wobbled once again on his hooves and she instantly was by his side to support him, both in the literal and spiritual sense. When she mentioned the word 'hospital', though he yelped and jumped away. 

 

"NO! ...I mean, thanks for the concern, but I think I'm ok Shoots." Seeing her unconvinced face, he broke quickly, "Alright, so hospitals give me the creeps, ok? I'm scared of 'em ever since I spent two weeks in one with all those doctors putting tubes in my body and my head after my injury! I just can't go back to one, the smell, the sounds... UGH!" 

 

Pausing for a moment to gasp for breath, he replied, much calmer, "But I'm not getting my breath back quickly, and I pride myself on my stamina. Maybe I am a little more hurt than I thought, and the adrenaline just won't let me feel it. Let me just give myself a once over to be sure." Glancing over his wings and hooves, Windy found nothing more than the usual burrs and bruises he'd expected to find. "There's more blood here than there ought to be though... I should check my underbelly, just to be sure." 

 

Looking down under his chest, Windy saw something that made his stomach sick. His head snapped back up, and his eyes dilated in fear. 

 

"Maybe I should take you up on that hospital offer..." Windy said, twisting to show Shoots his underbelly, or, more specifically, the sizable branch sticking out of it. 

 

"Uh... Everything is spinning... Shoots, can you stop the spinning...?" Windy asked stupidly before falling down onto the grass.

[Dawn Stripes 301]

@,

 

"Windy? Hey, what-"

Shooting Star stumbled as she suddenly bore the full weight of the collapsing pegasus, gasping at the sight of a branch stuck in his barrel. She tried to keep her special somepony upright, but she wasn't big enough to carry him. The best she could do was keep from being trapped underneath his bulk as she half-lowered, half-dropped him on the grass.

"Ah! Windy Runner? You have to get up!" She nosed him, and got only a groggy, barely moving response. Something about spinning. "I can't carry you Windy, you...UrhgK!" She strained at him, trying to prop his wind up under her wither--the only limb she coudl get a hold off--but the rest of the pony didn't come with it, only a warning popping sound that made her pop the appendage back against his side with an apologetic nudge of her hoof. Windy Runner didn't seem to notice. That was good, right? It meant he wasn't hurt that bad. Or--maybe it just meant he wasn't conscious any more.

 

She trotted whole sprials around him. She pulled with her horn, but even her magic wasn't strong enough--it would take a skilled telekenetic to lift a grown stallion, and Shooting Star didn't use her horn for much more than decorating. "I--help. SOMEPONY, ANYPONY, HELP!" she yelled as loud as she could.

 

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(OOC: May post again when I get out of class......or not, whatever happens.)

Edited April 11, 2013 by Dawn Stripes

[Descant 1,898]

((Sorry, @, I didn't realize you'd posted, and the RP sorta took off faster than I thought it would. My bad. Anyhoo, it's time to skim over the last few pages.))

 

Cascade had managed to sufficiently distract herself with eating the apple she had plucked out of the buffet table to the point where the colt she had been talking to merely trotted away. She almost seemed surprised at the fact, but shrugged and trotted out to where the pool was behind the house, and sat on its edge, listening to the tunes the DJ was playing.

 

((Good time to approach Cascade.))

[lobsterbob 22]

((Sorry, @, I didn't realize you'd posted, and the RP sorta took off faster than I thought it would. My bad. Anyhoo, it's time to skim over the last few pages.))

 

Cascade had managed to sufficiently distract herself with eating the apple she had plucked out of the buffet table to the point where the colt she had been talking to merely trotted away. She almost seemed surprised at the fact, but shrugged and trotted out to where the pool was behind the house, and sat on its edge, listening to the tunes the DJ was playing.

 

((Good time to approach Cascade.))

((Not a problem, it had been going quickly and I never mentioned or quoted you...))

 

  Perhaps it was time to actually leave the party. Storming Star was sure everypony had already found a special somepony, though he wasn't too upset. The food was delicious, right? Besides, if they were all happy he should be. Right? The question floated around his head as he poured one last glass of punch. If he did become intoxicated it wouldn't matter seeing as he wouldn't be around anyone. His wings didn't feel stiff, they felt loose again. Keeping them out at his sides, Storm tiphooved towards the door quietly. There'd be plenty of other parties to go to if he honestly wanted to attend any, and the outside air cooled him off and reassured him of his decision. 

 

((If you desperately want to interact you can, but I'm otherwise out for now.))

[Dawn Stripes 301]

'SOMEPONY! ANYPONY, HELP!"

 

Bon-Bon started, which she immediately regretted, as it broke the spell of the best kiss of her life. Lyra didn't look angry, though; she was all-ears cocked in the direction of the noise, haunches bunched ready to run towards it by the time Bon-Bon could sigh.

The last thing she wanted was to move. If they did, this moment would be over. Why did something have to happen now of all times? she begged. Couldn't just...take a couple more minutes for ourselves?

Lyra glared at her as though she could read her thoughts. Bon-Bon sighed and made to follow her lead.

 

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"What do you mean I can't see him yet? That's my special somepony for Hearts and Hooves Day in there!"

Nurse Redheart glared at Shooting Star over a reception desk. "The last thing that patient needs is to be woken up right now." She shot a particularly derisive glance over the scratching of the fountain pen in her teeth. "You oughta' have taken better care of him in the first place, if you care about him so much."

Shooting Star was just about to defend herself, but wound up hanging her head silently. Wasn't she right? It was her fault this ended up happening to him. If she'd just been able to react a little less, her Windy wouldn't have taken everything so hard. If she hadn't ran away, nopony would have had to chase her.

"Your friends said they had to pull a branch out of his gut when they found you. What were you so busy doing you couldn't do that?"

At that, Shoots burst. "I was SCARED, okay? I just finally found a special somepony of my own and two seconds later he's hurt, and I don't know how to deal with that, and I couldn't carry him, and I didn't know if I could pull the stick out without hurting him and there was nopony else around and I PANICKED, okay?"

Nurse Redheart gave her a couple minutes of silence.

 

The sad part was that this wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation. When Shooting Star had followed Lyra and Bon-Bon into the waiting room, the nurse had taken one look at Shooting Star and demanded she get herself cleaned up before she caught hypothermia and other, more embarassing blood-borne diseases whose names and implications Shoots immediately chose to forgot. She'd planted herself outside the door to the urgent care wings instead, intending to leave her flank right there until they let her in. What was Redheart going to do, bodily force her into a shower and scrub her herself or mummify her in a towel so tight she couldn't even squirm?

 

Well, as it turned out, she could do all that.

 

Shoots was making for the door now that she was clean and dry, and riddled with survivor's guilt over it. Lyra was waiting for her.

"Hi, Shoots," said the mint mare, "you look better!"

"I don't feel better," Shoots grumbled. Then facehoofed. That was no way to treat the mare who maybe just saved Windy Runner's life. "Look, like...thanks so much, Lye. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there." Her eyes drifted to an elegant-looking rope tied around Lyra's neck, with a pendant that looked like a pair of wrapped candies. It looked really special. "Were you in the middle of something?"

Lyra giggled, running a hoof through Shoots' hair to smooth it and the frazzled nerves of the filly beneath it. "Right, don't want to forget that. Bon-Bon's gonna' be waiting for me."

"Waiting for..." Shoots' eyes dialated as she watched Bon-Bon trot in, looking impatienty for a certain somepony, and saw what she was wearing. They were unbeleivably precious in those. "Oh! Er...you don't have to stay, you guys." Shoots earned a few grateful looks from Lyra's friend as she all but scooted Lyra out of the hospital herself.

 

Back in front of the door, where the world was waiting. Nurse Redheart abandoned her post at the desk and clipped her way over to Shoots, face set to tell her to get out of the way and go home. The tears forming in Shooting Star's eyes were probably what warned her off.

 

(OOC: Ball in Windy Runner's court. 15-Love.)

[Windy Scamper 403]

Slide nodded at Rockshire. "It's okay. If you didn't know her. Well, anyways, I kinda need to go find somepony, but welcome to the party."

 

He was almost out the door before his phone. Rang.

 

"What? Hr's hurt. Are you sure this is him, from my party. No no no, he didn't have any alcohol. Gosh, I didn't see him get hurt. There's another one hurt too? I'll be down in a few minutes."

 

He put the phone back and rsn over to Flame Dancer. "Emergency. Got to go. You're in charge."

 

With that, Slide sprinted out the door, running as fast as possible in the rain. High school track, I could really use you now.

 

Within a few minutes he burst in. He bolted for the reception desk, knowing these two ponies were his responsibility. But a certain glare of fur caught him, and he rushed over.

 

"SHHOTS! You're okay!" He said, grabbin gher and checking temperature and all that doctor stuff. "Are you alright? What about Windy? The hospital called since you guys were at my place, to make sure you two weren' t drunk or anything, and I knew I had to come and...I'm sorry I didn' t come earlier, it's all my fault. Another guest came in and blocked me at the dolr, and then I got caught up....But that's beside the point. Are you and Windy okay?"

[Adente 1,000]

@@Dawn Stripes,

 

"Am I dead? What am I thinking, of course not stupid, you wouldn't be asking if you were dead if you were indeed deceased. Weird... I FEEL dead though. What happened anyways? I remember searching, searching all over... Adrenaline pumping, fear of losing her... But I found her! I finally got her to be my special somepony! But then... pain. That branch... How did I not notice that before? Was I that obsessed with finding Shoots that I didn't know I had impaled myself on a tree branch somewhere along the way? I'm lucky to be alive! But who saved me...? It had to have been Shoots, nopony else was around. Mental note: thank her later... But how in the hay did she carry me herself all the way to the... to the... hospital??" 

 

Windy's eyes snapped wide open. He had bandages around both wings, which were bound to his body lightly to prevent movement, and, more disturbingly, he had a large bandage on his chest, and what looked like... tubes going into it! Not only that, but he had a tube into his nose?? Panic started to rise like bile in Windy's throat, he hated, hated, hated hospitals! On the bright side, he was cleaned up and tucked snugly into his bed, a welcome change from the freezing rainstorm he remembered. 

 

"Deep breaths Windy, deep breaths... Why can't I breathe deep? Did I puncture a lung? If so, that throws a wrench in my soccer career, that's for sure... Then again, I'll have more time while recovering for other things... and other ponies, especially one orange beauty." Windy's musings were interrupted by a savage growl from his stomach; he had no idea how much time had passed since he had last eaten a real meal, not counting the occasional snacks here or there at the party or the copious amounts of cider he drank throughout the night. Wincing slightly as he twisted his torso to look around for a nurse call button, he was dismayed to find none near him. 

 

"Yeesh, what kind of hospital doesn't have a call button? There must be a nurse nearby though, so maybe she'll hear me?"

 

Booming out much louder than he had intended, and resonating up and down the halls of the hospital came a pathetic, "HELLO? SOMEPONY? ANYPONY?!" 

 

"Wow, that was louder than I thought... On the bright side, maybe that'll convince the hospital staff that I'm well enough to have visitors, or even just one very special visitor?"