cue the sparkling scroll || visual

[carouselboutique]

[And so we see Ponyville’s sweetheart on the scroll with a huge grin plastered on her face. No one’s seen or heard from her in weeks, and there was a good reason for that.

Behind her we see a portion her gigantic room, covered up by curtains. An covered area that clearly wasn’t there before and the curtains were obviously something she threw together just to be able to hide whatever thing she had behind it.

Honestly? For a victim of kidnapping, she seemed really happy]

Why hello there darlings! Yes, I’m still stuck in this horrible place but I do have some good news for you ponies.

I finished my summer line!

Yes! The moment I find a way to get out of this…poorly decorated castle, find a way to transport these beautiful new dresses out of here and rebuild my boutique, I’ll be sure to hold a fashion show to showcase my beautiful new designs!

Just be patient ponyville, I’ll be home soon.

As for the kind and generous pony that took me from my home and locked me here…

[Hear that? That’s sarcasm.]

I left something for you outside my door.

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[carouselboutique]

[Excuse him! Her clown costumes were quite in demand with the party happy ponies...namely Pinkie.

But no, that wasn't what was waiting for him outside her door. Outside her door sat a little silver box, and inside said little silver box was a pendant resting on a purple cushion, and a note that said

"I needed the practice"

So no, it's not a thank you present. It's surplus.]

[badassfreakingoverlord]

[Zetta lets out a low whistle. Snazzy!]

[Without any delay, he magics it over his head, lifting a hoof to knock on the door at the same time.]

[carouselboutique]

[She pokes her head out from behind the door, hiding her smile as she sees him wearing the pendant and puts on her all too familiar frown.]

What?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

[Aaaand Zetta freezes up, having just realized he hadn't decided between releasing her in honor of her tribute, or admitting that this had stopped being fun.]

[Awkward pause, and...]

Hmph. Your style doesn't shine here. Frankly, it's embarrassing to both of us to have your new line on display in this room. It needs to go someplace it'll look its best.

[carouselboutique]

Like where?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

How should I know? There's the north tower... the main hall... your boutique is fixed... I'm not so sure about the basement, it's spacious but not much for decor...

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[carouselboutique]

Oh what wonderful choi--

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[carouselboutique]

wait...what was that about my boutique?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Oh, it got fixed.

[He says this with an air of total distracted unconcern, as if it were of secondary importance, all while watching her from the corner of his eye.]

[carouselboutique]

...how?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

You're a darling of Ponyville, have good friends, and are a famous fashion designer. You really think people'd just let it rot and leave you homeless?

[carouselboutique]

...no really, what happened?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Do I look like I've been camping out keeping watching on the place? All I know is, the last time I saw it, it looked like new. [Technically true!]

[carouselboutique]

Hm...well that's nice, I suppose. Now if only I could get out of here.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

[Zetta almost recoils at her failure to trick him!]

...Yeah, wouldn't that solve all your problems...

[carouselboutique]

Yes well...unless you have anything else to tell me, I'll be heading back to work now.

[Actually no, she didn't bother to wait to see if he needed anything else. She just shuts the door in his face.]