[Visual]

[robotfightclub]

[You know what's nice? Canterlot. Arcee had never been to such a nice city before- Well, scratch that, one where she didn't spend the majority of the time underground. New York doesn't count. Despite everything, her short time there definitely left an impact. She'd...she'd really like to go again during different circumstances.]

The more I hear about this gala, the more I think I want to go. Not trying to get my hopes up, it's not like I'd make top of a VIP list, just...a nice thought.

[Just kidding, she'd totally crash if she wasn't invited.]

I don't know, maybe I just want someone to tell me I'm not crazy.

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[brightestspark]

I don't believe you are. Why would you think you're crazy?

[Silly cat.]

A... gala? Here? What's the ocassion?

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[robotfightclub]

[Arcee has to blink a few times before answering, she can't believe a mouse has the gall to address her. He's either very brave or- wait. Mice can't talk. WHAT'S ALL THIS THEN? What the heck did she miss?]

Couldn't tell you the occasion.

[Which is true.]

FYI, I was exaggerating. Fancy scrap like that isn't something I normally attend. Not unless there's a brawl involved.

[brightestspark]

[It's a typical reaction now, and Rung seems to brush it off easily. Eitger that or he doesn't even notice it. His whiskers twitch, eyebrows raised.]

So you're thinking of infiltrating it?

[robotfightclub]

If I have to. People around here tend to be nice enough to involve everyone.

[But considering some of the things she's done, she wouldn't be surprised if she was knocked off the guest list. ...If she was even on it at all.]

[brightestspark]

[The mouse puffs up his chest confidently.]

If what you say is true, then I don't think you have to worry about not being invited.

[robotfightclub]

[Ha ha, yeah... Maybe if she didn't argue with the very person who was throwing this shindig.]

Tell you what, I'm gonna hold you to that.

[Visual]

[foolish_seal]

Nah, you're fine. I'd like to go, too.

[Visual]

[robotfightclub]

Well at least this way if you're wrong, I'm not the only crazy one around here.

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[stormbroken]

...I don't think you'll be gettin' what you want outta me, ki-- [Cough.] Arcee.

[She's already indirectly calling the cat crazy, she shouldn't add insult to injury by calling her "kitty".]

That said, I think you could pull it off better than I ever could; not like snob ponies would bat an eye at a fancy cat with tiny cakes. They'd probably welcome ya, even.

[brightestspark]

[He blinks before he slowly crosses his arms.]

Unless, you've already built up a reputation of the negative kind...

[vis]

[robotfightclub]

[s2g flare she is going to cut you]

You'd be surprised. Remember, I'm the cat Hoovesweek likes to claim hates ponies.

[robotfightclub]

[Well look at, it's like he can read her mind.]

I'd like to think of it more as a reputation worth remembering.

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[stormbroken]

Living on the Murder Commune, yeah. Trust me, I've read enough of the crap they shovel to know that anyone that actually believes it is better off hung upside down from a tree.

[brightestspark]

[He rubs at his brow and sighs heavily, which comes out as a small squeak.]

Is this the first gala they've ever had?

[robotfightclub]

[Oh no, he squeaks too. Why did he have to be a mouse? Why not something less delicious?]

From what I've heard? No.

[vis]

[robotfightclub]

As much as I hate stupidity, I can't say I agree it should be punishable by death.

Just saying.

[brightestspark]

[He rubs his furry chin before he looks down at himself. He keeps forgetting his own size. Rung smiles back up at the scroll.]

Well, if you do manage to get invited, or get into it by other means, let mw know how it is. It sounds like fun.

[robotfightclub]

Please. If I get invited, then I doubt you wouldn't be. Not unless you set scrap on fire.

[Please don't tell her you set things on fire.]

[vis]

[stormbroken]

I said hung upside down. By the rear hooves. To kill someone, you gotta do it right-side up.

[...Flare, what even.]

So not death, just embarassment and all the blood rushin' to their admittedly tiny brains.

1/3

[brightestspark]

I would never--

[brightestspark]

[Wait a minute. That lingo.]

[brightestspark]

[His paws fidget.]

You wouldn't happen to be Cybertronian... would you?

[vis]

[robotfightclub]

[What are you talking about, horses breathe through their feet.

Okay, so maybe Arcee knows absolutely nothing about how animals work, but she's fairly certain no one should hang upside-down.]

Guess I just don't like the idea of hurting people who don't know better. Now, if they threw a punch my way...

[robotfightclub]

[Well THAT caught her off guard.]

...Are you?

[brightestspark]

Yes I am.

My name is Rung, a therapist upon the Lost Light. And who might you be?