rare_fabulosity (rare_fabulosity) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-22 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~rarity |
Who: Rarity and Mac
When: Aug 22, 1pm
Where: Stark Tower >> Out and About
What: Finding the perfect boutique location
Rating
Closed
Complete
Most of her morning had been spent tidying up the apartment she had moved into at the Stark Tower after so kindly being offered it by Applejack. She was quite thankful for her friend, and Rarity wanted to make sure she could give AJ the perfect wedding gift and throw the best baby shower. Of course, that not only meant having a place to craft that was not her apartment, but also having...well...things to craft with. Rarity had no idea how that was going to work. Not a clue. Where was she going to find fabric in a place like this? Would it just appear if she hoped for it? Maybe the island would take pity on her, for she had no other talents. It seemed, with some luck, a few of her things had appeared, which she had earlier in the morning dragged over from the run down little hovel she had holed herself up in, to the tower. The list of her things was not so terribly long, and Rarity dearly missed all of her stuff. She loved stuff. She was a material girl and did not mind it one bit.
Neatly putting rolls and bolts of fabric away, she took stock and kept out a few that she would use to build the perfect dress. She was only so fortunate it had arrived. Plenty of satin had shown up, in about five different colors. Cottons of different weights, different colors, different textures, too. Lace, only one and she was thankful it was white. Perfect! Her sewing box, a rather large kit filled with all sorts of notions including spools and spools of thread, scissors, pins and needles, measuring tape, hem tape, bias tape, buttons and closures... Rarity may not have loved this place, but what ever was making this place run had seemed to found it in their heart to at least give her something to work with.
She left out the roll of white satin and bolt of lace by her machine. Truth be told, she was not sure how to use her machine without her magic. Only once, now, had she conjured up her magic to do anything. Without her horn, she was not sure where the power came from, where it was focused, how to use it without that place. A hand touched her forehead as she stepped outside of the elevator, her feet having taken her there to begin her quest to find her new shoppe. Poor horn. You were so loved. I barely knew thee. With a sigh, she fixed at her sunglasses and kerchief. No one must see. It was atrocious. She was ugly without a doubt. Rarity didn't even want to look at herself. At least she was better dressed, having borrowed a few things from her bestie upstairs. A red blouse with a black and white skirt, that on her legs looked far too short for she was much taller than Apple, and a pair of pumps that made her even taller but felt fantastic dressed her up. These shoes were hers, don't worry, she had found them and kept them because, why not? Madness was the only thing that happened here.
"I wonder if Big Macintosh is in..."
Stepping up to his door, she debated not bothering him, but she had promised to say hello after all, and had yet to really do so. She knocked three times, then waited, feeling strangely nervous.