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Suddenly, as fashionably late as ever, Marina Bleu burst in, her chest heaving. “Oh… my… clam….” she panted, swiftly whipping out a mirror from under her wing and using it to quickly check her appearance, petting back any stray hairs from her intricately styled mane. Once she felt she looked presentable enough, she locked target on Flam, her beau, and trotted towards him. “You will not BELIEVE the TERRIBLE journey I had getting here!” she whined dramatically, all the while smoothing out her beautiful, soft blush coloured dress. “I was literally CHASED! Chased by these awful, brutish hooligans! Goodness knows why! Perhaps I looked too radiant and stunning?” And radiant she looked indeed, clearly the crystal pony had spent some time polishing her gorgeous crystalline fur. The light glimmered off of her in a mesmerizing way. “They had mentioned something… something about you? Ugh, I’m too frazzled to even remember why! Anyways….” Marina smiled dazzlingly at Flam, almost as if she hadn’t been late at all. “How is my wonderful fiancé doing today?”

*I would over hear and slide up in my semi-rhythm thief outfit.* Did I hear you say hooligans? Some ponies tried to harass you?

The ling remained still, still hiding within the claw machine wondering If He knew this stranger or not but a HEAVY case a deja vu was flooding his mind and thought's at this point...He also began to wonder if He took the blue cake-pop or the red cake pop!

Obsilion eventually gives up his search and decides to head back to Elizabeth. Maybe it's best to talk to Ghostbit on a later day.

Suddenly, the doors to the venue swung open and a couple of pizza delivery ponies trot in with a haul of pizza! squeed in delight before they skipped over to help the pizza deliverers lay out the boxes upon the tables in the centre of the room near the chocolate fountain. leaned into the microphone to speak, began to take out the goodie bags from underneath the DJ table and began to label them with the names of the dancers. would chant. Once all the pizzas were placed, gave the delivery ponies a tip and off they went. The smell of pizza wefts into the air of the venue. couldn’t help herself but grab a slice of cheese pizza pie! She meandered back over to the DJ table and grabbed the microphone to announce, chimed in.