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"Seeeee. She likes me." Sprinkles momentarily stuck the edge of her tongue out, making a hilariously derpy face. Her face only became more comical as she she was accosted and squished by another phony.

With Cotton latched onto her, Sprinkles jostled back and forth on her rocking moon like a really, really soft mechanical bull. But the pudgy mare didn't seem to mind it at all, and the rocking pace wasn't wild. Instead, Sprinkles was excited by yet more attention. " YOU SAID I'M CUTE TOO. EVERYONE IS SO NICE HERE. Take me home, where's you're home?"

Then a bright idea hit her "We can have a slumber party! Do you have space for a slumber party mystery sailor? And perhaps chips and pop corn? We can play party games and gab all night. Error, you'd like that too right!? With this skull-y Bubble? And Macaron??"

Sprinkles paused "and this BANANA TOO?"






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At Jolly's warning that she wouldn't be forgiven if she continued to ask, Delicacy regretted having said anything at all. She hadn't wanted to cause this phony even more discomfort than he was already feeling! He must have thought her annoying and rude for not respecting her elders as her father had taught her was important. It was bad enough to have one's dignity poked at by a peer, but by a foal? No wonder he'd been irritable!

Hard Truths didn't seem to think she deserved chastising, though. He was busy causing his own mischief. Delicacy was shocked to find her father provoke the green unicorn further by taking off his beak. As usual, though, the vermilion stallion didn't seem phased even when Jolly snapped at him before departing with the cowboy draft.

What was more was that when the cowboy excused himself, Truths' nod of acknowledgement was accompanied by what Delicacy swore was a soft chuckle to himself. It was hard to tell because he still wore his full-faced Guy Fawkes mask, but since the filly was right beneath him, she was sure she had heard it.

"...Father?" she inquired softly.

Truths was silent a moment, still watching after the cowboy and parrot before bowing his head to look at her. His mask wore a permanent smile, but she could almost sense the real amusement emanating from the phony who wore it.

"Hm?"

"What's so funny?"

"What? Nothing," Truths was quick to say. By then he had recomposed himself. "Delicacy, I'm going to go look around a little more. Why don't you go find some new phonies to make friends with since your latest one seems to be...a bit occupied? Maybe if they're a little closer to your age, it might be easier."

The little unicorn considered this. Somehow foals her age made her more shy, but she trusted her father and didn't want to disappoint him. "Okay," she agreed, stepping out from beneath him to face him properly.

"That's my girl," he praised her, dipping his head. "I'll just be around if you need me. You've been awfully brave so far, though, so I'm sure you won't," he continued, walking off with a final wave of his hoof. "Keep it up. Oh, and try to have fun, will you? That's what parties are for."

Delicacy smiled feebly in response, but she wasn't so sure she agreed. If parties like this were always full of strangers, she wasn't sure how she could relax enough to have fun. There were so many things to worry about. She'd just barely thought this, though, when she was distracted by the sight of a pretty mare in a pale pink outfit and long, platinum blonde hair.

Her eyes went wide in wonder as she forgot to be cautious. Surely someone like that couldn't have been that scary, could they have? Forcing herself to move, the tentative filly slowly summoned the courage to walk up to the newcomer who seemed to be headed toward the food. It took her several more long minutes before she could gather the strength and find the voice to speak to the unfamiliar mare.

"Um...e-excuse me," she stammered, forcing herself to meet the older phony's eyes as was considered polite. "M-may...may I, um...ask who...you're being?" She reddened as she quickly added, "You look very pretty."

While Night did catch a few eyes as she strolled through the gala, the first phony to approach her gave her some pause. She smiled at the other pegasus -- the other batwing -- with her brows curiously raised above her half-lidded eyes. Deep red lips curved pleasantly at the skull mask and the arrangement of bone all over her.

"A dark and ominous one, terrifying to behold. But my, I have to ask the same of you," she gave a slight dip of her head, never breaking eye contact, "I'm Night Flyer. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Cotton gleed even louder when the adorable cow acknowledged her and only released her hug grip after she had lifted the poor pudgey cowpegi's front half up and huggled her nice and tight from behind, as if she were trying to lift and hug a very heavy cat. A giggle escaped her lips at the other's idea and she nodded. "Of course! A slumber party sounds fun! I have so many stuffies and plushies for great snuggling! Everyone is invited!" she beamed, turning to each pony in turn from the cow to the hatter, the cutie banana and lastly towards her fellow super hero. "You'd come too, right Captain? It's not a party without the Cap!" she beamed, clapping her hooves together, party plans already forming in her mind.

The pirate left and the cowboy was left with a sort of vindicated feeling -- though he hadn't the faintest idea why. Rocky was intent to make good on his dancing comment, but everyone seemed busy -- the ladies from before were involved and laughing and having a good time, and far be it from him to be the type to interject and make himself the star. (Accepting attention? Sure, but making it the only important thing? No sir.)

That, and there was a sinuous djinn mer that had a deathglare that prompted him to give her and those she was with a wide berth.

Rocky meandered a bit, passing by the food area, watching the dancers, an observer in the party. He noted the owner of the place aside from the party itself, and how the music never seemed to lose the whole 'untz untz untz' sound no matter what the song was. It all suddenly seemed less exciting and new, and just seemed more...distant.

By the time he rounded back, he spotted the surly looking pirate and immediately brightened, trotting back over to him with a devious smile. "Ya miss me?" he grinned, already anticipating the answer. "I didn't get to dance. Took a gander 'round the area and came back t'go outside fer fresh air and found somethin' better~"

Out of Orbit was practically clinging to Totoro like a Bush Baby would cling to a tree. However, as her steed so expertly repositioned herself in a more friendly angle, the filly was "daring" enough to reach out and snatch up a few pieces of candy. Then a few more. And then a few more than that.

She stuffed the candies into her mouth and filled up her cheeks nice and tight. Out of Orbit looked like a hamster, though the warmth of her cheeks made the candies dissolve pretty quickly, deflating the cheeks as quickly as they had filled up in the first place.

After that first bout of candy, the filly remembered something quite important. Narrowing her eyes briefly, she managed to find a stack of napkins. Having a pale pelt meant extra care when it came to cleanliness! Carefully, she swiped a few and laid them out on Totoro's back for future use. Now that she was properly prepared for more food, Out of Orbit reached out for the marshmallow treats her steed had located first. And she couldn't quite reach this time.

"Th-thank you, Totoro! Could I ask if you could help me get some of those...?" Her hoof waggled towards the spooky mallows.

Caramell could only see out the sides of her eyes when Out of Orbit reached over to grab as many pieces of candies she could shovel into her cheeks with a shovel. She let out a soft giggle. "First Confetti, now you! Its like I've got a pair of super adorable chipmunks or something!" she smiled. At least for the little filly's sake, the candies seemed to melt rapidly and her cheeks didn't stay cute and puffy for long. Bringing the plate forward, she held up the spooky ghostmallows towards her little back companion. "Here you go, a plate of spooks fit enough for a ballerina! Just let me know if you see anything else you like, we'll adventure our way there!" she beamed, hoping the little ones wouldn't get a tummy ache from all this less she'd have to go tell some parents... oops!

When he found the cowboy in the crowd, Jolly Roger gave a very good show of looking anywhere else, still standing in the doorway and apparently finding the nearby wall incredibly interesting. His heart sped up, tripping over itself in his chest, much to his annoyance, when the other stallion trotted over with that damnable smile.

He turned his head with deliberate slowness and gave his most unimpressed glare, a look that almost immediately turned into confusion. Something better? What was it? Jolly Roger waited for more but when all he got was a grin, he finally asked, "what did you find?" If it was treasure, he should probably take a pirate-y interest in it.