11th Dress

[frilly_filly]

[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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[littlemiss101]

[Walking by.]

......are you alright?

[frilly_filly]

No, I am most certainly not 'all right!' My life's work is ruined!

[littlemiss101]

.....what's your life's work?

[frilly_filly]

What does it even matter now?

[motherofjegus]

Maybe we can find more fabric somewhere else.

[frilly_filly]

Where? Where would we possibly find more fabric? Look at this place! Everything is ruined!

[motherofjegus]

Perhaps there is some salvageable fabric somewhere? I know it seems unlikely but not everything could have been destroyed.

[frilly_filly]

But quality fabric is incredibly delicate. Even if it had survived the blast, it'll hardly be serviceable for use.

[hyon_soudaishou]

You alright there? [Okay, judging by her words, not okay at all.] Hey kid, you shouldn't wish for things like that.

1/3

[frilly_filly]

...Kid?

2/3

[frilly_filly]

Kid?

3/3

[frilly_filly]

Is that what I look like to you? A baby goat? Oh, I knew this stale air was doing terrible things to my complexion, but I didn't think it was that bad!

[partysense]

[Pinkie takes advantage of this fake unconsciousness to give Rarity a bone-crushing hug.]

HI RARITY!!

[frilly_filly]

[Rarity gasps for air and makes a few uncomfortable 'urrrrk' sounds as she struggles to breathe.]

P-Pinkie Pie...

[partysense]

Yay, I knew you were alive!

[frilly_filly]

Yes, I'm alive.

[siiiiiiiigh]

[frilly_filly]

No.

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

[frilly_filly]

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