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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[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...