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Post by spookytale on Nov 17, 2003 20:52:00 GMT -5
*midafternoon*
Spookytale shambled in from Bloomin' Blossoms, still radiating an aura of "recently tumbled out of sick bed", though she smelled both like menthol and like cough drops. Her mane had been combed down in front, but the back was still somewhat crazy and there was a comb stuck in it.
She put her medicines on the corner of the counter and did her best to look respectable and not sick.
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Post by Stellaluna on Nov 18, 2003 15:11:52 GMT -5
(this is Cotton Candy Cafe, not bloomin' blossoms.)
A waitress walked up with a smiled. "Hello! Welcome to the cafe! Are you ready to order or shall I give you a little mortime to deci..." she paused, looking over spookytale's sickly condition. "Madam are you feeling alright?"
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Post by spookytale on Nov 19, 2003 22:30:18 GMT -5
(I know, I've just come from there)
Spookytale tossed her silvery bedhead mane dismissively and snorted, which prompted a discreet coughing fit. She smiled wryly and said "Oh well, I caught pneumonia while I was visiting my Mummy. Could I possibly have some tea with honey?" She paused to catch her breath, while still trying not to look all THAT ill. " And could you possibly tell me if I'm sick and delerious, or if it's likely that the castle has collapsed and my apartment has burned down?"
Spooktale smiled again, somewhat expecting to hear that she'd gone totally nutters.
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Post by Stellaluna on Nov 20, 2003 18:09:55 GMT -5
Snowflake blinked. "Yes, the castle did collapse. And I'm told that part of the neiborhood has been burned away." She stared of into space, recalling her own experience as the castle crumbled, then shook the thought out of her head and smiled. "So," She started at a lighter tone, (she didn't want to worry the customer) "I'll get you that tea right away. It'll fix you right up." She said referring to Spookytale's condition. She went into the kitchen and a few minutes later returned with the tea. It smelled verry good. "Here you are." Said Snowflake, setting it down on the table. "Enjoy!"
She then smiled and walked off to her other duties.
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Post by spookytale on Nov 21, 2003 13:57:25 GMT -5
Spookytale smiled wanly and watched the blue pony make her escape. She felt really horrible for being so tactless, it just seemed more likely that she had gone crazy then that the town had...gone. Well, just large parts of it. She thought about zombies, and blobs, and vampires, and all sorts of weebling horrible things - and realized that what the town had gone through while she was gone was scarier then all of them. Spookytale wasn't entirely certain about what had occured, but she'd heard ghosts of stories. She took a sip of her tea - it was perfectly soothing- and then with a soft and raspy sigh she laid her shimmery grey head down on the table. She let her thoughts tumble around in her head as she morosely watched the patrons.
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Post by spookytale on Nov 23, 2003 21:24:57 GMT -5
The more she watched, the more she got ideas, or saw things she wanted to remember. This was how ponies coped with stress, that was a very impressive way of eating danishes very rapidly.
What she saw was that while things were bleak, they were also tender and hopeful. Like a bright white snowdrop surrounded by black and frothy ash hope and humor bubbled forth from the aftermath of tragedy and triumph.
She bent over in a coughing fit, then spotted a lost pencil under the table. Without thinking she picked it up and started making notes on napkins. It wasn't that she wanted to violate anyone's privacy by writing, and it wasn't that she was particularly good at her craft, and it wasn't even that was concerned about getting better. It was just something she impulsively did, just like she'd often tell off the wall stories for no discernable reason.
So while she sipped her tea, and coughed up a lung or two, she watched the patrons and made her notes. For all appearances she seemed totally unaware that her behavior might be disconcerting, she seemed to have completely forgotten that anyone could see her..
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Post by spookytale on Nov 28, 2003 0:30:20 GMT -5
Spookytale wrote away, eventually starting to have difficulty breathing as the tea lost it's effect. She wobbled her head, as if trying to dislodge the sick feelings. Then she gathered up her notes and various medicines and she trotted out, leaving behind a generoud amount of money (apparently still feeling guilty for scaring away the blue mare).
(cont. in Neighborhood)
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