Jigsaw Puzzle
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twilightponyWe got back in the wee hours this morning from Manehattan, where we had been setting up Rarity's boutique, Rarity For You. It was a wild day and then some. Rarity has left her new staff in charge of running the boutique while she sews more dresses to replace the ones that were sold yesterday.
Rarity had us helping her at really the last moment. The boutique had to open then, that evening, of that same day. It was "the last night of the fall season", and since Rarity had decided to plunge headlong into that scene, everything had to come together right then.
Rarity's plan was, we arrive, we clean, the clothes arrive by parcel post, her "sales associate" Miss Coco Pommel after that, we put the clothes on display, and the boutique is open for business. It wasn't that easy.
The boutique was filthy. The landlord came calling and he foisted his daughter on Rarity (as employee and creative consultant). Rarity found raccoons living in the store room. Pounding music alerted us that there's a Club Pony Party Palace upstairs. And then Coco called in sick with a cold.
After sweeping the place clear, we divided up tasks. Pinkie was to get the Club Pony to turn down the volume. Dash was to hire a sales pony to assist customers. I got to sort and organize Rarity's dresses, which had arrived in disarray. Rarity tasked herself with setting up the shop window display. Applejack was to try and put a damper on the suggestions that the landlord's daughter (Plaid Stripe) came up with, and Fluttershy was to ask the raccoons to move out.
That didn't go so well at first. Dash couldn't decide which of three applicants to choose for the job of clerk, Fluttershy got the raccoons angry, Pinkie failed to stop the music pounding through the ceiling, and Applejack found herself getting shouted at by the landlord. In fact, it was going so bad, I might have locked Rarity in the window display to borrow enough time to try and sort out the mess we were making.
By the time Rarity finished making the perfect window display, we'd come up with some pretty innovative solutions. Fluttershy let the raccoons stay, but they had to contribute to the opening, by carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres to the customers, after taking baths and putting on suits and ties. I don't know where Fluttershy found raccoon sized suits. Maybe she made alterations on costumes for foals. She's pretty adept at sewing. Pinkie convinced the DJ of the Club Pony Party Palace to set up in Rarity's boutique, thus making it part dance club. Dash hired all three candidates, which was fortunate. Ponies were lining up at the door to get in. And Applejack admitted that she liked Plaid Stripe's spoon clothes idea, and so did some of the customers. As for me, I organized Rarity's wares in a way that was both aesthetically pleasing to look at and very practical. Just in time for the evening opening.
Several of the ponies that had been waiting for Rarity For You to open were apparently in the business of scouting out the trends and new faces in the clothes fashion scene. Since it was the last day for fall fashions to be introduced, I guess Rarity's Manehattan boutique was the newest of the new blood and the only fresh venue that evening. So they came in droves.
One of those customers was a reporter who decided to interview Rarity, and then each of us in turn, about the work that went into creating this innovative dance club boutique in the heart of Saddle Row. We went to a diner after the opening, and it was there that we each got interviewed. We were all feeling pretty giddy at our success, so we weren't too careful about what we said.
It was late after we'd finished eating, but Fluttershy was anxious about her spring critters and Rarity had to get back to her Ponyville sewing room to replace what she had sold. Since she had left the boutique in the care of Coco and the sales ponies, we decided to catch the overnight train back to Ponyville.
Rarity retired to her compartment early, but the rest of us squeezed into Rainbow Dash's compartment to chat for a while. We talked about Rarity's new boutique and boasted about how we turned a disaster into something spectacular, in a good way. We marveled about the surprising number of customers that had turned up on the opening night, and we exchanged stories about getting interviewed. We didn't stay up long, it had been a really long day.
The train pulled into Ponyville right before dawn. We stumbled out of our compartments and out on the platform, where we yawned our goodbyes and went home. Except Applejack, she seemed wide awake and chipper. She's a morning pony.
It seemed I'd no sooner drifted back asleep in my own bed when Spike woke me. He's was leaving for the train station to go to the Crystal Empire for another evening of fireworks (it's Tall Tale's turn to wow the judges), and Rainbow Dash wanted to see me. Now. She said it was urgent. Then Dash came into my bedroom. She couldn't wait. She had had a flash.
Dash had thought back to those "Gabby Gums" articles that had been about us and other ponies in the Foal Free Press a while back, and she was now worried about what the reporter had written. She had already rounded up Applejack, Fluttershy and Pinkie, they were waiting downstairs. There was a review of Rarity For You in the fashion section of the Manehattan newspaper (Dash had checked). Since Rarity subscribes to that newspaper, we rushed over to the Carousel Boutique. Dash hoped we could somehow keep Rarity from reading what we expect would be a bad review of her new shop. If that failed, we were prepared to apologize together for not being more careful about what we say to the press.
We failed to convince Rarity not to read it, but fortunately, it was a fair, and fairly glowing, report. We did apologize for not telling Rarity of our stumbling first attempts at setting up her boutique. But all is well that finishes well, and Rarity went back to sewing.
Rarity had us helping her at really the last moment. The boutique had to open then, that evening, of that same day. It was "the last night of the fall season", and since Rarity had decided to plunge headlong into that scene, everything had to come together right then.
Rarity's plan was, we arrive, we clean, the clothes arrive by parcel post, her "sales associate" Miss Coco Pommel after that, we put the clothes on display, and the boutique is open for business. It wasn't that easy.
The boutique was filthy. The landlord came calling and he foisted his daughter on Rarity (as employee and creative consultant). Rarity found raccoons living in the store room. Pounding music alerted us that there's a Club Pony Party Palace upstairs. And then Coco called in sick with a cold.
After sweeping the place clear, we divided up tasks. Pinkie was to get the Club Pony to turn down the volume. Dash was to hire a sales pony to assist customers. I got to sort and organize Rarity's dresses, which had arrived in disarray. Rarity tasked herself with setting up the shop window display. Applejack was to try and put a damper on the suggestions that the landlord's daughter (Plaid Stripe) came up with, and Fluttershy was to ask the raccoons to move out.
That didn't go so well at first. Dash couldn't decide which of three applicants to choose for the job of clerk, Fluttershy got the raccoons angry, Pinkie failed to stop the music pounding through the ceiling, and Applejack found herself getting shouted at by the landlord. In fact, it was going so bad, I might have locked Rarity in the window display to borrow enough time to try and sort out the mess we were making.
By the time Rarity finished making the perfect window display, we'd come up with some pretty innovative solutions. Fluttershy let the raccoons stay, but they had to contribute to the opening, by carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres to the customers, after taking baths and putting on suits and ties. I don't know where Fluttershy found raccoon sized suits. Maybe she made alterations on costumes for foals. She's pretty adept at sewing. Pinkie convinced the DJ of the Club Pony Party Palace to set up in Rarity's boutique, thus making it part dance club. Dash hired all three candidates, which was fortunate. Ponies were lining up at the door to get in. And Applejack admitted that she liked Plaid Stripe's spoon clothes idea, and so did some of the customers. As for me, I organized Rarity's wares in a way that was both aesthetically pleasing to look at and very practical. Just in time for the evening opening.
Several of the ponies that had been waiting for Rarity For You to open were apparently in the business of scouting out the trends and new faces in the clothes fashion scene. Since it was the last day for fall fashions to be introduced, I guess Rarity's Manehattan boutique was the newest of the new blood and the only fresh venue that evening. So they came in droves.
One of those customers was a reporter who decided to interview Rarity, and then each of us in turn, about the work that went into creating this innovative dance club boutique in the heart of Saddle Row. We went to a diner after the opening, and it was there that we each got interviewed. We were all feeling pretty giddy at our success, so we weren't too careful about what we said.
It was late after we'd finished eating, but Fluttershy was anxious about her spring critters and Rarity had to get back to her Ponyville sewing room to replace what she had sold. Since she had left the boutique in the care of Coco and the sales ponies, we decided to catch the overnight train back to Ponyville.
Rarity retired to her compartment early, but the rest of us squeezed into Rainbow Dash's compartment to chat for a while. We talked about Rarity's new boutique and boasted about how we turned a disaster into something spectacular, in a good way. We marveled about the surprising number of customers that had turned up on the opening night, and we exchanged stories about getting interviewed. We didn't stay up long, it had been a really long day.
The train pulled into Ponyville right before dawn. We stumbled out of our compartments and out on the platform, where we yawned our goodbyes and went home. Except Applejack, she seemed wide awake and chipper. She's a morning pony.
It seemed I'd no sooner drifted back asleep in my own bed when Spike woke me. He's was leaving for the train station to go to the Crystal Empire for another evening of fireworks (it's Tall Tale's turn to wow the judges), and Rainbow Dash wanted to see me. Now. She said it was urgent. Then Dash came into my bedroom. She couldn't wait. She had had a flash.
Dash had thought back to those "Gabby Gums" articles that had been about us and other ponies in the Foal Free Press a while back, and she was now worried about what the reporter had written. She had already rounded up Applejack, Fluttershy and Pinkie, they were waiting downstairs. There was a review of Rarity For You in the fashion section of the Manehattan newspaper (Dash had checked). Since Rarity subscribes to that newspaper, we rushed over to the Carousel Boutique. Dash hoped we could somehow keep Rarity from reading what we expect would be a bad review of her new shop. If that failed, we were prepared to apologize together for not being more careful about what we say to the press.
We failed to convince Rarity not to read it, but fortunately, it was a fair, and fairly glowing, report. We did apologize for not telling Rarity of our stumbling first attempts at setting up her boutique. But all is well that finishes well, and Rarity went back to sewing.
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