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no_vampires_plz) wrote2014-02-09 07:23 pm
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Keep Calm and Flutter On, part 7
Despite her misgivings, Twilight passed on Fluttershy's invitation to the rest of her pony friends. At six o'clock that evening, she, Spike, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie are all gathered on Fluttershy's front lawn.
"I can't believe we're having a dinner party with Discord," says Rainbow Dash.
"This evening is sure to be a disaster," agrees Rarity. She looks over her rhinestone-trimmed taffeta gown. "Glad I didn't bother wearing my fanciest outfit."
"Fluttershy thinks this is the way to reform Discord, and asked us to give it a chance," Twilight reminds them gently. Here's hoping she doesn't regret this.
...oh, who is she kidding? She knows she's going to regret this.
"I can't believe we're having a dinner party with Discord," says Rainbow Dash.
"This evening is sure to be a disaster," agrees Rarity. She looks over her rhinestone-trimmed taffeta gown. "Glad I didn't bother wearing my fanciest outfit."
"Fluttershy thinks this is the way to reform Discord, and asked us to give it a chance," Twilight reminds them gently. Here's hoping she doesn't regret this.
...oh, who is she kidding? She knows she's going to regret this.
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"Oh, our pony guests!" he cries before opening his mouth to disgorge an enormous, bright red tongue. The tongue proceeds to rapidly unroll from Discord's jaws spiraling down the path before flopping over one final time to reveal... Discord.
"We're so delighted that you've come." He sighs in a posh voice. "Please, do come in."
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It really is a nice table-setting. Everything looks just like it's supposed to.
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"May I take your *ahem* hats, ladies?" asks Discord, reaching for the tiara currently sitting on Twilight's head.
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"Hang on to your Elements, girls. It's gonna be a bumpy night."
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At that point she notices that Pinkie Pie has already started eating her mashed potatoes. It occurs to her that a demonstration might be even better than a report. "Pinkie Pie, care for some gravy?" she offers, hoping Discord will pick up on the hint.
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The gravy boat springs to sudden life, panting happily as it bounds across the table.
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Rainbow Dash is less sanguine. "That's one creepy little gravy boat if you ask me."
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It's Discord's first real try at friendliness; surely you can forgive a minor mistake or two in how he does it?
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Um.
"Oops! I, ah heh... Well, I'm so sorry!; Discord offers her a placating grin. Oh, gravy boat, whatever are we going to do with you?
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"Hey! That's hot!" yelps Rainbow Dash, shooting straight up into the air and hovering there. She glares at Discord. "He did that on purpose!"
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Besides, it looks like the floor show has arrived!
"Oh, look everypony, dancing candles!"
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...or so one assumes. We may never know, because the candles stop moving the moment Rainbow Dash blows them out.
"I'm not falling for that. Discord's just trying to distract us from--"
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As if on cue, the blowfish-shaped soup tureen hops forward and spits tomato soup in her face.
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On the table the tureen pivots on its base, angling towards Rarity.
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But Rarity's pleas are to no avail.
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This really isn't how Fluttershy imagined this dinner would go.
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Rainbow Dash finally manages to get the candles to back off. Unfortunately, that gives the tureen an opening to attack.
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"What's gotten in to you?" says Dash. "Why do you keep cutting him so much slack?"
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"Because that's what friends do."
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"... We're friends?"
He tentatively raises a talon to indicate the two of them.
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This wasn't-
"Oh... Well, I've never really... had a friend before..."
What is this?!
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This touching moment is interrupted by Angel, who comes in by the window and starts squealing and waving his arms.
"Now is not a good time, Angel," Fluttershy scolds him. "We're having a dinner party."
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What exactly that message might be is unclear, though. He pours a glass of water over his head and flops for a moment. When that garners no response, he pulls an apple out of the table's fruit bowl.
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"'Apple'!" the assembled ponies chorus.
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"Ooh, ooh!" says Rarity. "'Sweet Apple Acres'?"
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"'Flooding at Sweet Apple Acres'! And we all know who's behind that, now, don't we?"
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Ugh.
"Who, me?" he gasps. A halo materializes over his horns.
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"Oh, give it a rest!" sneers Rainbow Dash over her shoulder as she leaves. "What do you think of your 'friend' now, Fluttershy?"
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Why is she looking at him like that?
Why does it matter?