PopcornPie
Dazed, confused, but chugging on.
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Grim Matchstick
"S-S-Sorry, sir." The dragon spoke. "You can't b-b-bring that in with you. Safety first."
"But I won't blast it in there!" The "sir" in question was a hot tempered, little red rabbit, sporting a mechanical paw on his right nub. "I may look like a loose cannon, but I've been changin', laddie!"
"It's not that I d-d-don't trust you." Grim Matchstick replied, smiling. "It's just that a-a-accidents can happen, right?"
"Ugh...Yeah. You're right." The rabbit handed over the foot, mumbling about how he wouldn't cause any accidents.
"Thank you, s-s-sir!" Grim stuttered happily. "Now have a nice st-t-tay!"
"I'm hopin' to...Just don't scuff that thing! I went through a lotta trouble to get it." The rabbit replied, as he waddled into the main area.
As the customer departed, Grim safely stored the metal paw on a shelf. It wouldn't be lonely; Surrounding it was a party's worth of swords, guns, and magical items.
Entrapta
"Lucky!" The bartender...bartendress?...waved an enormous lavender ponytail towards the rabbit as he drew near. "Same thing, right?"
"Nah, lassie." The rabbit sighed, his tone downbeat. "Had it rough this week, I did."
"Oh." Entrapta's peppy mood was undamaged. "Want something bubbly?"
"Yeah, sure. And put lime in it. Lime helps me."
Obediently, Entrapta's two ponytails split into eight, grabbing a variety of drink ingredients.
Sierra
If you were backstage, you would hear someone playfully hiss to you, "Everyone, wrap up your rehearsals! The show's about to start!"
The backstage manager is a Sylveon, one who seems taller than the average Ribbon Pokémon. The pink parts of her coat are much redder, too. And, yes, those are sparkly star stickers in her fur. "Pain for the art", she claims.
As she stepped onto the stage, she split the curtains with her ribbons as easily as Moses parted the Red Sea. "Gooooood evening, everyone! We love seeing such a great turnout every night!" Her voice rose high above the crowd, like a lion's roar. "But I, personally, get even happier to see so many young men and women preparing to share their talents! Please, sit back, get your favorite refreshments, and enjoy tonight's stylings!" She backed into the curtains gracefully, before whirling around to face whoever wanted to perform first. "You're on, whoever you are!"
(Oh, and here is a simple map of the place)
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Grim Matchstick
"S-S-Sorry, sir." The dragon spoke. "You can't b-b-bring that in with you. Safety first."
"But I won't blast it in there!" The "sir" in question was a hot tempered, little red rabbit, sporting a mechanical paw on his right nub. "I may look like a loose cannon, but I've been changin', laddie!"
"It's not that I d-d-don't trust you." Grim Matchstick replied, smiling. "It's just that a-a-accidents can happen, right?"
"Ugh...Yeah. You're right." The rabbit handed over the foot, mumbling about how he wouldn't cause any accidents.
"Thank you, s-s-sir!" Grim stuttered happily. "Now have a nice st-t-tay!"
"I'm hopin' to...Just don't scuff that thing! I went through a lotta trouble to get it." The rabbit replied, as he waddled into the main area.
As the customer departed, Grim safely stored the metal paw on a shelf. It wouldn't be lonely; Surrounding it was a party's worth of swords, guns, and magical items.
Entrapta
"Lucky!" The bartender...bartendress?...waved an enormous lavender ponytail towards the rabbit as he drew near. "Same thing, right?"
"Nah, lassie." The rabbit sighed, his tone downbeat. "Had it rough this week, I did."
"Oh." Entrapta's peppy mood was undamaged. "Want something bubbly?"
"Yeah, sure. And put lime in it. Lime helps me."
Obediently, Entrapta's two ponytails split into eight, grabbing a variety of drink ingredients.
Sierra
If you were backstage, you would hear someone playfully hiss to you, "Everyone, wrap up your rehearsals! The show's about to start!"
The backstage manager is a Sylveon, one who seems taller than the average Ribbon Pokémon. The pink parts of her coat are much redder, too. And, yes, those are sparkly star stickers in her fur. "Pain for the art", she claims.
As she stepped onto the stage, she split the curtains with her ribbons as easily as Moses parted the Red Sea. "Gooooood evening, everyone! We love seeing such a great turnout every night!" Her voice rose high above the crowd, like a lion's roar. "But I, personally, get even happier to see so many young men and women preparing to share their talents! Please, sit back, get your favorite refreshments, and enjoy tonight's stylings!" She backed into the curtains gracefully, before whirling around to face whoever wanted to perform first. "You're on, whoever you are!"
(Oh, and here is a simple map of the place)
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