4 Stitches: Let Us Never Speak of This Again, Redux

[sailorgenerous]

[Rarity is stretched out, mane and tail very mussed, on a bed that is obviously not hers, in a room that is obviously not hers - in fact, judging from the pants in the closet that Cambot picks up in its slow pan of the room, it looks like it's Terra's room.

That's about the only thing that still looks masculine in this room, as the rest of it is filled to the brim with chaise lounges in every color and fabric imaginable. Who knows how they even got there. Tucked in the corner is one very large rock, dressed in one hastily-made very sparkly outfit, complete with a large nametag that reads "MARK." Evidently Rarity was busy last night.

Right now, however, she's a bit bleary.]

Oh...dear. What did happen last night?

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[halfdarkened.livejournal.com]

[Seems he found the recording slightly later, maybe?]

I'm not sure I wanna know.

[sailorgenerous]

Well, part of me does, so I can make the appropriate apologies if needed, but the other part would simply rather...not.

[Though she did manage to avoid waking up with anypony's undergarments on her head, so that is a plus.]

[halfdarkened.livejournal.com]

Probably safe to say though that everyone wants to forget this happened.

[sailorgenerous]

Oh, I'm sure somepony enjoyed it. There's always at least one.

[halfdarkened.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid to think who.

[sailorkindness.livejournal.com]

[Fluttershy looks blearily into Cambot from under the lid of a bucket overturned on her head.]

N'sure... but I think... we had fun...

[sailorgenerous]

[She's waking up a bit more now, trying in vain to pat her mane back into place]

Yes, I think we must have, and I did manage to collect quite a few-

[And then she sees it.

The Rock.

In Her Room.

Or At Least, the Room She Has Appropriated As Hers At the Moment.

Oh.

No.

She gives an almighty huff and turns pointedly away from it.]

[sailorkindness.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think you left your... thing...

[She tries shaking her head to clear it, but it only makes the bucket clatter around, and she winces]

[Cambot zooms out a little, it appears Fluttershy fell asleep in a nest made out of confetti and streamers on the Nature Deck... and someone put stickers on the haunches of any animal in sight]

[sailorgenerous]

Oh, I'm sure I left quite a few of my things just about everywhere.

[...she's not sure whether to ask about the streamers and the stickers. She just isn't.] Did you, ah...have fun last night?

[sailorkindness.livejournal.com]

...I think so... at least, I hope so... umm...

[eroded-earth.livejournal.com]

[Shortly After Terra had ran out of Aqua's room in nothing but a sheet he made it safely back to his own room. He still had NO idea what had happened and he was starting to panic a bit. No, first he needed to get some pants on and then---]

OW.

[Terra stumbled into a chaise lounge near the door, tripping onto it and the sheet dropping a bit from his hand before promptly being caught.]

What are all of these---[he notices Rarity] Rarity? What?

[sailorgenerous]

[There is a Terra. In her room. No, she hasn't really gotten a good look around yet.

He's not wearing any pants.

Just a sheet.

With nothing under it.

Here, Terra, have an UNHOLY SHRIEK.]

What are you doing?! Get out of my room! And where are your PANTS?!

[eroded-earth.livejournal.com]

[winces at the unholy shriek it is super effective]

Ouch! Rarity! I can't do that because you're IN my room where my pants ARE.

[sailorgenerous]

[Nope, sorry, Terra, not listening. She's too busy throwing pillows at you and continuing to shriek because you are PANTSLESS IN HER ROOM AND THIS IS NOT HOW GENTLECOLTS ACT]

Get out! Out! Do you have no sense of DECENCY? Of all the horrible, indecent, and utterly RUDE things I've ever seen, I-

[-wait.]

...I'm sorry, did you say...your...room?

[eroded-earth.livejournal.com]

[Terra actually dodges a few pillows and catches one, all while keeping his hand FIRMLY on the sheet around his waist. Great, now Rarity was going to hate him and she wouldn't even LISTEN]

Rarity! Come on! I'm trying to---

[finally there was a pause, he sighed]

Yes. My room. I'm sorry about this, but it's not like I have my pants anywhere else. Why would I come to your room like this anyway?

[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

I dunno about YOU, Rarity, but I spent the whole entire party being serious and boring and I don't even know why, but I missed EVERYTHING! We need to do it all again!

[sailorgenerous]

[Rarity simply rolls over and pulls a pillow onto her stomach, flopping both forelegs over it. Pinkie Pie's seen her at her fashion-meltdown I-don't-even-know-what-I'm-supposed-to-wallow-in worst - she can't look too much worse than that right now, can she?]

Pinkie, dear, I don't know if I can handle doing all of that again. Evidently it required a lot of heavy lifting. [She waves a hoof at the plethora of chaise lounges in the room, as if to illustrate her point.]

[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

Wow. You should really make Terra move his own furniture, Rarity, he's like WAAAAAAY bigger than you anyway!

But all the rest of it was THE. BEST. PARTY. EVER. And I was Miss Let's-Stop-Having-Fun, Dancing-On-Tables-Is-Dangerous Pony the entire time! I turned into SAM!!!

[sailorgenerous]

Terra? Pinkie, I... [She trails off and looks around the room. Oh. This isn't her room, is it. Um.] ...I suppose I should, shouldn't I.

[She will not crack a smile at that analogy. She will not. Okay, she'll try, at least.] Surely it wasn't as bad as that.

[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

Rarity. I spent all night drinking water and eating pretzels. I thought cupcakes were TOO SUGARY! Too sugary!

...I guess it wasn't ALL bad, though. I got to wear Liz's armor!