The Carousel Boutique [Open]

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

Rarity stood in the simulation of The Carousel Boutique, recalling the colours and atmosphere of the place. A hologram of Opalescence was sitting on the table, swishing its tail and looking at Rarity.

"Do you think this gem would do, Opalescence?" She levitated a red gem and the cat blinked. "Or this one?" Rarity asked, levitating a blue one. The feline mewed and stretched.

The unicorn smiled and continued to play-work with the pony outfit she was currently pre-occupied with.

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[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Restless. That's what Mindy was at the moment, and after a long time practically drowning herself in the bathhouse, she figured it was time to move around. Walking over to the Sensorium's, whistling Axel F to herself, she walked in, wondering if she could at least get an hour of training.

She saw the simulation was occupied, but could help goggling for a moment It was like something out of a crazy circus dream, and she had, HAD to see what kind of twisted mind would come up with this sort of monstrosity. It looked like a Merry go round gone wild!

She walked in and came upon a curious sight: a cat dolled up to look like a kewpie doll, but that was nothing compared to who she heard actually talking: a pony. No wait, a fucking UNICORN. A unicorn in frou frou world. Or was she managing it? Who knew?

Now she'd seen everything.

"Uh," she said, trying not to look amused. "Hel-lo?"

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

Rarity was still busy choosing gems, continuously placing a gem on and taking it off. She heard a little child's voice and turned around. "Hello there! Welcome to The Carousel Boutique! How may I help you?"

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

"The Car-what now?" Mindy looked confused, still trying to wrap her head around a unicorn that looked like it owned a boutique.

"I was curious," she said. "What do you do here?"

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

"This is my boutique and I'm making clothes." Rarity said simply as she demonstrated her skills on the dress, the gems and thread were moving and re-arranging by themselves.

[misschocolover.livejournal.com]

M'gann, like all the relatively new crew members was rightfully fond of the sensoriums, always glad to have some place to escape to where just a thought could surround her with the physical sollace of home, though she'd yet to risk the emotional damage of recreating her family.

When she stepped in today though - already shapeshiftitly sweater and sneaker-clad with ginger hair tied into pigtails - it was occupied by perhaps the most whimsical little building she had ever laid eyes on. The spired roof with it's fluttering flags and brightly painted slats all but sparkled, set like a bright jewel in the middle of a lovely field of grass so green M'gann could have sworn it was painted there.

Stepping a little further into the scene M'gann made her way down the path to the building, peering in the window. The little white unicorn she had carried to the top of the podchambers when they had been released was happily bustling about inside, fussing over something flagrantly pink and frilly on a pony-shaped dressform. Ponies made dresses?! She'd had no idea!

M'gann tapped the glass of the window lightly and waved.

"Hi Rarity!"

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

Opalescence looked at the red-headed girl curiously and meowed, pawing at the window. The unicorn turned her attention to her pet and saw a familiar face outside the window. "Hi Megan, please come in!"

She used her magic on the door and it swung open as a sign of invitation.

[misschocolover.livejournal.com]

M'gann made a delighted face when she noticed the cat, skimming around the side of the house to float in the front door and set her feet back on the ground inside.

"Where are we? Did you think this place up?" she asked Rarity as the door swung shut again behind her.

[morganknight]

Without a word of explanation, Morgan wandered in, paying apparently no attention to his surroundings. On SOME level he must have been aware of what was around him, since he easily skirted the table without ever looking up from his thoughts, before stepping behind a large mirror.

He didn't come out, but after a moment, he sighed as he finally realized that once again he'd walked into a Sensorium without noticing it already had occupants. "...Sorry," he said, terribly sheepishly, still from behind that mirror.

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

Rarity jumped and yelped, knocking over a basket of accessories. "Who are you?!" She stood her ground, horn glowing to be safe.

[morganknight]

"The name's Morgan," he said, peering out from behind the mirror still quite contritely. "I really am sorry. I didn't notice this sensorium was occupied."

He left that hang there a moment before shaking his head self-deprecatingly, with a smile. "Yes. I honestly walked all the way in here without noticing. It's honestly not the most oblivious thing I've ever done."

[appletastic]

Applejack had been swept up in her attempts to grow and harvest some usable apples. There were other apple-like alien fruits to buck as well, but she'd never like them quite as much as her prized apples. They were one of the healthy staples of a pony's diet, one she wouldn't give up easily.

Between her apple quests, she'd started to hear a hubbub about an event called a 'prom'. Near as she could figure, it was something akin to the Grand Galloping Gala...well, that sure made it sound appealing. She made a little face and set off, hoping to check on something in one of these Sensorium huts.

The one she chose definitely threw her off balance, as she appeared to be back in Equestria for a moment. She was with Rarity and Opal at the Carousel Boutique, one of the fine Ponyville establishments she happened to visit infrequently.

"Oh hey Rarity," Applejack greeted, poking her head around one of the pony mannequins. "Funny, I thought you'd be busier than all of this. Need a hoof spreading the word?"

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

"Hello Applejack! I'm just feeling a little nostalgic. I got orders for prom outfits at the clothiers but I miss designing pony outfits." Rarity replied as she smoothed a crease on the dress.

Opalescence walked up to Applejack, happy to see a familiar face and mewed.

[appletastic]

"Right, that prom thing. It's something like the Gala, right?" Whatever it was, Applejack wanted no part of it. She smiled down at Opal, gently offering a hoof to the kitten.

"Have you got a dress for yourself in that head of yours?"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi stepped into the Sensoriums, then slowwwwwly turned on his heel and was about to leave.

Maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to shoot that brand off his forehead.

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

"May I help you?" Rarity asked, putting down her work. It was impolite to ignore guests when they visited the boutique.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Wait, was this apparition real? Was this an actual crew member?

He took another look at her. Come to think of it, didn't she resemble (very, very loosely) one of the crew members he'd met when he'd first arrived here?

"I... I wasn't really looking for anything in particular, really. Er... is this a store of some kind?"

[gi-ant-man.livejournal.com]

Hank had not had a chance to see the sensoriums quite yet, being busy studying real things, but for now he wanted to see just how convincing these things could be. Not exactly sure what to do, Hank enters one. he looks around to see what looks like a fashion studio.

"Well this was unexpected."

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

Rarity looked over at the blonde man. "What is unexpected, good sir?"

[gi-ant-man.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I just didn't realize that someone was already here." Hank says before he spots Rarity. He's a little surprised by there being a talking unicorn, but at this point there's little that could shock him.

"You're not a part of the simulation, are you?"

[mylittlelolny.livejournal.com]

Pinkie had heard of the Sensoriums and what they could do, but this was the first time she had been able to try them out for herself. Her plan was to try and recreate Sugarcube Corner, so you can imagine her surprise when she stepped in and found herself in front of Rarity's boutique, instead.

"Hey! This thing is broken!" She announced loudly as she burst through the door, but then her demeanor changed immediately. "Rarity!"

She dashed over to her friend excitedly. "Hi Rarity! Applejack told me you were here too but I hadn't seen you, but now I have and this is great!"

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

She may have been a little startled by her appearance but Rarity greeted her friend happily. "Pinkie Pie, it's so good to see you!" The unicorn gave the pink pony a big hug.

[mylittlelolny.livejournal.com]

"Rarity, did you hear? We're gonna go find the Home and tell them to give Equestria back!" Pinkie blurted out, already going a mile a minute. "Wow! Did you get it to do this all by yourself? It's like I'm really here at your boutique!"

[caringcassie.livejournal.com]

Cassie had wandered over to the Sensoriums on a whim, curious to check it out after what she'd heard of the place. She wasn't really sure of what she had expected to see when she arrived, but she'd decided to keep an open mind.

Even with an open mind though, the large colorful building that she saw as she entered was not what she'd expected to see. She stepped inside cautiously and spotted a pretty unicorn standing not too far away, reminding her vaguely of the two other ponies she'd met so far on the ship.

She smiled and spoke up quietly, not wanting to startle the pony. "Hi there. I... I hope that I'm not bothering you."

[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

Rarity immediately put down her work as she trotted up to the new guest to greet her with a wide smile. "You are not bothering me, I'm almost quite done with my work. Welcome to The Carousel Boutique, my shop and home back where I come from. I'm Rarity, what's your name?" She extended a hoof as a greeting.

[caringcassie.livejournal.com]

Cassie smiled and took the hoof in her own hand. Given all the things that she'd seen and done, you wouldn't think that it would seem odd to shake a horse's hoof as though it were a hand, but it was. Still, she was not about to be discouraged.

"It's nice to meet you, Rarity," she greeted warmly. "I'm Cassie." Her eyes surveyed the area around her. "This is a pretty place. What did you do before you came here?"