3rd Dress
[Action; outside 836 Hastings Boulevard]
[Rarity's out for a trot around the neighborhood when she notices a package sitting on the front step of the Liebert household addressed to her.]
For me...? Whatever could this be?
[Blinking curiously, she gingerly bites at the string tying the package up and then meticulously opens it up with her hooves. She scarcely has time to be confused by the picture of a unicorn horn inside, because as soon as she touches it, there's a momentary flash of light near her face as her horn is restored.]
Oh my! Is it true? Is it my horn? I have to see!
[She runs back inside, coming back out with a small hand mirror floating in front of her as her horn sparkles with magic. Smiling and laughing cheerfully, she turns her head from side to side, admiring her reflection and making kissy-faces.]
Much better! Well, then, now that that's taken care of, I've got work to do!
[Action; around Mayfield; early afternoon]
[Later on, Rarity's managed to find a little red wagon and hitch herself up to it. She's got a small pouch filled with coins tied around her neck, and there's a piece of paper and a pencil floating in front of her face as she holds it there with her magic.]
Let's see... I'll need fabric, sewing needles, thread, buttons, a pincushion, some gemstones, lace, sequins...
[Feel free to stop her, since she's largely just musing to herself at this point. She may also be humming something to herself along the way.]
[Action; around Mayfield; late afternoon]
[It's a few hours later now, and Rarity's wagon is still empty. Several of the items on her list are crossed out entirely rather than checked. She hasn't been able to buy anything at all despite having money, because the proprietor of every shop she's attempted to visit has shooed her out of the doorway to the store before she even set foot inside. Worse still, they all seem to think she's a dog. You might catch her in the process of being kicked out of one of these businesses, or between them grumbling to herself about the drones and their extremely bad manners.]
Hmph... a dog indeed! Can't these silly drones tell the difference between a housepet and a unicorn pony?
[Rarity's out for a trot around the neighborhood when she notices a package sitting on the front step of the Liebert household addressed to her.]
For me...? Whatever could this be?
[Blinking curiously, she gingerly bites at the string tying the package up and then meticulously opens it up with her hooves. She scarcely has time to be confused by the picture of a unicorn horn inside, because as soon as she touches it, there's a momentary flash of light near her face as her horn is restored.]
Oh my! Is it true? Is it my horn? I have to see!
[She runs back inside, coming back out with a small hand mirror floating in front of her as her horn sparkles with magic. Smiling and laughing cheerfully, she turns her head from side to side, admiring her reflection and making kissy-faces.]
Much better! Well, then, now that that's taken care of, I've got work to do!
[Action; around Mayfield; early afternoon]
[Later on, Rarity's managed to find a little red wagon and hitch herself up to it. She's got a small pouch filled with coins tied around her neck, and there's a piece of paper and a pencil floating in front of her face as she holds it there with her magic.]
Let's see... I'll need fabric, sewing needles, thread, buttons, a pincushion, some gemstones, lace, sequins...
[Feel free to stop her, since she's largely just musing to herself at this point. She may also be humming something to herself along the way.]
[Action; around Mayfield; late afternoon]
[It's a few hours later now, and Rarity's wagon is still empty. Several of the items on her list are crossed out entirely rather than checked. She hasn't been able to buy anything at all despite having money, because the proprietor of every shop she's attempted to visit has shooed her out of the doorway to the store before she even set foot inside. Worse still, they all seem to think she's a dog. You might catch her in the process of being kicked out of one of these businesses, or between them grumbling to herself about the drones and their extremely bad manners.]
Hmph... a dog indeed! Can't these silly drones tell the difference between a housepet and a unicorn pony?