Canterlot at heart [rarity&open]

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She smiled at her latest project, [purple]"oh it looks simply marvelous, doesn't it opalescence? "[/purple] she turned to a white persian who was curled up on her bed. The white cat lifted her head and meowed cheerfully. [purple]"Oh, I knew you would like it! Now I wonder who would want it..."[/purple] she looked out her window from the second floor. The ponyville ponies didn't exactly have the taste of clothing that she made. They were more designed for canterlot ponies. She sighed, alas, her fashion sense has overcome the town she was in. She put the attire on a hanger; a blue glow overcoming it, then placing on a rack  across the room. 

She looked up and spotted a city on the side of the mountain. [purple]"Idea!"[/purple] her eyes sparkled with hope. She turned around and trotted over to opal, the persian lifted her head in question. [purple]"How about we make a small vacation to canterlot? Try and get some business!"[/purple] she pulled a suitcase from under her canopy bed and began filling it with clothing for the weekend. [purple]"Won't it be fun, opalescence?"[/purple]

The train ride over was long as usual. This wasn't her first trip to canterlot, as it was her most favorite place in all of equestrian. [purple]"Oh, opal! I love canterlot! The fashion, the fancy ponies, the atmosphere! It is where I should be! Or where my fashion lines should be!"[/purple] she tossed her hair and her eyes sparkled. Her hooves clapped together with further excitement, [purple]"I wonder what business I can rustle up for the carrousel boutique! All I need is one fancy pony to get things rolling... But I wonder who..."[/purple] she looked over at her feline; who didn't seem very in tune with what she was saying. She huffed dramatically, then looked out the window. Canterlot was coming closer and closer.  

Ever since her first major visit to the glorious city the top suite was always given to her by princess celestia. Her eyes glowed, [purple]"this is another reason why I love canterlot! This marvelous suite! This spectacular view! Princess celestia is always so generous to me!"[/purple] she set her suitcases down in a more organized fashion. [purple]"Opal, would you like to join-"[/purple] she turned her head and frowned, as the white cat was curled up on the luxurious bed. [purple]"I guess I'll go out by myself..."[/purple] even though she didn't mind at all.

As soon as she was done with the long descend down the top suite stair case she bounded happily into the busy streets of canterlot. The food, the culture, the ponies, the fashion! It screamed for a pony like her. Although, some of the ponies already knew her. Coming up to her and saying "hi" and "how have you been?" being friends with fancy pants gave her that opportunity to become a very well known pony. Regardless of her living there or not. She strolled into a small cafe for some small pastries to begin her day the canterlot way.

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[Mortar Retort]

”These are Wild daffodils in my daisy-and-daffodil sandwich!” Exclaimed a rowdy patron of the café, making quiet a fuss over the nature of the daffodils in his sandwich, ”I distinctly asked for Pheasant’s Eye, now please, correct this situation post-haste.” The trouble was coming from a frazzled, blue-grey stallion whose mane was adorned with a velvety red fez. The waitress, a cream colored unicorn mare with a straight baby-blue mane, had the distinct look of restraint frustration about it. She seethed the constantly complaining by this particular pony and was at her wits end. With every sentence she spoke, she ended it with a flustered sigh.

“For the last time, Pheasant’s Eye isn’t in season. We’ve been over this, Retort, for the entire month. Please, for the love of all that is holy, just order something else.” She spoke in strained tones, wanting to be away from him and his nonsense.

The complaining pony, Retort, raised his brow curiously to here. ”Not in season? Well why didn’t you say so in the first place? If you knew I enjoy Pheasant’s Eye, why are attempting to pass off this affront to my palate. Fine then, bring me one of the day old confections. I prefer my baked goods aged.”

The waitress subtly rolled her eyes, “Right away.” As she turned away, before she could take more than two steps, Retort loudly cleared his throat – a soft groan rose from the other patrons. The unicorn waitress looked as if she was ready to strangle somepony. She spun around in an instant, “What!?” She asked, gritting her teeth.

”The sandwich, I can’t eat that. It’s just taking up valuable space on the table, alone, and uneaten. Please, just remove it.” Gesturing with a hoof at the source of the mare’s bane. The waitress let out a airy snort and ripped the sandwich and plate from the table with her telekinesis. She turned tail and left as quickly as she could before the stallion could bring up another ludicrous problem. As the waitress passed by Rarity, she muttered softly to the white mare a request, “Kill me.” Before disappearing into the back.

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Along with the hustle and bustle outside of the restaurant, there was already a commotion going on inside the small cafe. Customers and waiter ponies had obvious faces of irritation and discomfort. She looked around and easily spotted the problem, a navy blue stallion had not gotten what he wanted in his order. She didn't listen to the exact details, as her stomach had forced her to look at the menu.

Nearing her decision on a food choice, she was abruptly passed and had lost concentration. "Kill me..." was mentioned as the waitress mare passed. She smiled with empathy as the mare hurried back into the kitchen to redo his order. Her mind had trailed off track since she had made up her mind. Oh well, just go with the usual. A simple latte! She ordered quickly as soon as it was her turn.

She trotted to the beverage waiting area until her order was up. It seemed that she had gotten the rush hour of the cafe. It was busy; but wasn't it always? She smiled at the simple thought of a busy canterlot lifestyle. Much different than the sometimes dull ponyville. [orange]"Here you go miss. Rarity!"[/orange] she turned around to the waiter pony. She smiled, as she recognized the colt. [purple]"Orange Trot! How are you, darling?"[/purple] she could recognize that voice and cutie mark anywhere. The mark consisted of an orange half way peeled in a perfect spiraling curl with a couple of rind shavings underneath it.  The young colt blushed lightly, [orange]"I'm doing great! I love my job, maybe except for that pony over there... He sometimes makes the rest of the staff edgy..."[orange] he nodded his head towards the complaining colt from earlier. She smiled empathetically once more, [purple]"don't worry dear, every good business pony has to deal with picky customers"[/purple] she set her magical glow over the cup and winked a farewell towards the colt. He smiled and let her go on her way.

Now the tricky next step was finding a place to settle for the moment. It seemed that nearly every spot was taken. How unfortunate, sitting outside would usually be an option but the tables outside were also busy. She thought for a moment as her eyes scrolled over the teal pony. Maybe she could say some words that could help out her friend and the others to have him a bit more bearable. She trotted over to the table; where it seems nearly everypony was avoiding, and she smiled. [purple]"Excuse me, do you think you can spare the other side of the table for me? It seems the rest of the cafe is full and you and I are without a second guest..."[/purple] she hoped the pony would allow her the seat. It already seemed like he was a stubborn pony.

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[Mortar Retort]

As the waitress pony left, Retort returned to reading from a dusty, decrepit old tome that he had brought with him in the saddle bag that was resting against his flank. The Café closest to his apothecary, this café, was extremely convenient when hunger struck him but it was also terribly slow and Retort was not a terribly patient pony. He needed something to keep his mind active and most importantly distracted. The book was on old alchemical theories, mostly ignored by modern alchemists, Retort had hoped there would be something residing within its fading ink that would elicit a creative spark in his head. Though truthfully, what was written down in it looked like a garbled mess of notes and scribbles, even to a trained eye.

Retort had become so engrossed in his reading, he failed to realize that somepony had asked him a question. ”If this is about any of my potions-“ He spoke dismissively and autonomously, as if he had said this a thousand times before. His only other sign of recognition was the quick glance he made from behind the book, ”turning you into a marshmallow, I’m not liable. Read the waver you signed…” He dismissively stated. It was another, awkward moment, and another magical turn of the page, did he finally look up from his reading to see the elegant mare that had addressed him. Almost immediately he corrected himself, slapping the book shut and dropping it onto the table. ”Oh, sorry! Wasn’t paying attention.” He explained, ”Yes, wait, what was the question?” He glanced quickly around the room, Rarity’s question starting to finally penetrate his brain. ”Sitting! Sure, please, be my guest.”He rose to his hooves and with a flick of his magic, slid out the cushion from the other side of the table for her. ”You don’t happen to have my bear-claw do you? Silly question, never mind. Please, join me.” He extends a hoof to the seat.

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As she waited for the teal stallion to reply, he only briefly looked away from his book. Even so it as hardly a "look away" he only tilted his head partially and keep his eyes on his book. It must be interesting. He looked at her for a split second when continued to talk about defects with his potions. He called her a marshmallow. How rude. Then as soon as he did a double take, he finally realized who she was. Then he proceeded with having her sit.

She gladly took the spot he was offering to her. He asked her about food. She smiled. Briefly, [purple]"as much as I would like to help. I do. It have your... Bear law. My apologies..."[/purple] even thought in reality she didn't feel that sincere about it. He knows who she is and what she does, why would she have his food?
[sorry for the short post. I'm so tired, I fell asleep for a minute while typing this...]

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