11th Dress

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[If anyone was ever wondering how Rarity would deal with suddenly being forced to live in a hellish post-apocalyptic nuclear wasteland, the answer is 'not well.'  She's just lying there in the middle of what used to be Hastings Boulevard with the tattered remains of the fluffy pink robe she wears to bed every night just barely hanging off her form

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No.

[She stubbornly lies there on her back, arms folded and lips firmly locked into 'poutyface.']

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I don't think there's much of anywhere left that qualifies as 'safe' at this point.

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Oh, it's quite comfortable once you get used to it. I suppose I shall have to accustom myself to sleeping in dirt every night from now on.

[frilly_filly]

If you insist.

[Rarity finally hauls herself up. She'll come along, but she doesn't have to like it.]

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I just hope he has running water. I could really use a good, long soak.

[ugh ugh dirt everywhere post-apocalyptic world y u b so dirty]