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interstellar55552016-02-10 05:24 pm
iitrebel) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-10 05:24 pm
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3 ♊ Take your dark days
Who: Artolo Apemis and any Pride who will put up with him for an extended period of time
What: Art is going lion shopping. This is not slang of any sort. You've been invited.
When: Throughout the day of February 11th
Where: Roman's Animal Sanctuary
Warnings: None planned. Feel free to treat this as a mingle log
For there to be any extended space in Vista City, things tend to be... crowded. It's the obvious solution when a city gets big enough. Roman's Animal Sanctuary has the delightful honor of having established a space the size of a baseball field some time before the city swallowed it up. The problem became when they needed to expand, but simply couldn't.
The solution: Get with the times and build upwards.
With high ceilings on all floors meant to cycle through different times of day in accordance with actual daytime, enormous windows, and certain measures taken to mimic appropriate weather, Roman's is half a zoo (to help fund its upkeep) besides just being an animal sanctuary for various abused or abandoned animals of the more exotic sort.
This includes lions.
Coincidentally, lions are why you're here.
Somehow, one Artolo Apemis has invited you to go what he called "lion shopping" and that, as it turns out, is not slang even remotely. Roman's been alerted of this high profile visit from a bunch of Pride jackasses, and is more than happy to allow the musicians to check out some of the staff areas behind the scenes instead of just being stuck in the public areas. Yes, you can feed the publicly approved llamas and goats plus large animals with sharp teeth. Under strict supervision, of course.
What: Art is going lion shopping. This is not slang of any sort. You've been invited.
When: Throughout the day of February 11th
Where: Roman's Animal Sanctuary
Warnings: None planned. Feel free to treat this as a mingle log
For there to be any extended space in Vista City, things tend to be... crowded. It's the obvious solution when a city gets big enough. Roman's Animal Sanctuary has the delightful honor of having established a space the size of a baseball field some time before the city swallowed it up. The problem became when they needed to expand, but simply couldn't.
The solution: Get with the times and build upwards.
With high ceilings on all floors meant to cycle through different times of day in accordance with actual daytime, enormous windows, and certain measures taken to mimic appropriate weather, Roman's is half a zoo (to help fund its upkeep) besides just being an animal sanctuary for various abused or abandoned animals of the more exotic sort.
This includes lions.
Coincidentally, lions are why you're here.
Somehow, one Artolo Apemis has invited you to go what he called "lion shopping" and that, as it turns out, is not slang even remotely. Roman's been alerted of this high profile visit from a bunch of Pride jackasses, and is more than happy to allow the musicians to check out some of the staff areas behind the scenes instead of just being stuck in the public areas. Yes, you can feed the publicly approved llamas and goats plus large animals with sharp teeth. Under strict supervision, of course.
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This is some Feelings Territory, and Artolo realizes he should have seen this coming, but he didn't, because he's a jackass. Shit. He freezes up for a moment, wondering how the hell he's going to respond to this.
"Well... What's not to like about how you are now?"
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"I dunno." What doesn't she like? What does she like? "I like my hair? And...my clothes are okay." She sort of likes her tattoos, maybe. They still don't seem quite right, but it's nicer to have them than to not.
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"Maybe... You won't figure out what you like until it shows up." He fiddles with his glasses. "Like, I thought I was okay with my eyes, but now they're like this, and it doesn't... feel as weird as I guess it should be." He shrugs. "Like, this is how I want them, and I just didn't know it before."
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"But you can't hide everything that easy." Particularly not a persistent desire to walk on four limbs and not have fingers anymore.
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"I guess if it ever got that bad... Shit, I cannot even believe I'm repeating this, but maybe, like... Staying in Pride wouldn't be viable or something, you know?" Every single word is practically dragged out of him reluctantly. Considering his own condition, he doesn't want to consider it either. Things could very easily get worse, after all.
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"What would I do then?" She can't go back home. She doesn't even really remember where it is she used to live. Pride is sort of a terrible place lately, but it's not like there's any other options.
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"Do you think he even HAS a couch?" He always seems to kinda just...appear. And then vanish. Pinkie's not even entirely sure he's not a ghost. "It's kinda weird to think about him with like, a house and normal things."
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It's so dumb. He can't believe this might be his life now.
"You know, when things calm down, maybe we can all just crash at my place. So long as no one is allergic. I mean, it'll be hard to find room with all the cats, but hey."
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