ITP: Pony

[yestothedress]

[A rather fabulous looking pony trots into camp, a pair of red-framed glasses on her head, shotgun and laptop glowing and floating around her. Horn's glowing too as she looks around.]

I can't possibly create a dress with these things, so why do I have them?

((OOC: May the post bombardment commence. COME AT ME, BRO.

ETA: Movie watching. BB in a

Comments

[bluetilator]

You create dresses?

[yestothedress]

Indeed I do. They're all original designs, and every dress I make is unique.

[bluetilator]

Could you fix my armor? The elbow burned off and I don't like it.

[yestothedress]

Probably. May I see it?

[bluetilator]

[shows the singed elbow. there's a nice black-edged hole in the material]

[yestothedress]

[Peering at it.]

Oh, that's an easy fix. Once I find some materials, I can fix it right away!

[bluetilator]

I hope you find these materials soon. I made it from the dust on my sarcophagus and I've forgotten how.

[yestothedress]

[Going to pretend she didn't hear that dust bit.]

No need to worry; I'm sure it'll be easy.

[bluetilator]

That is good. You are not displeasing and I also do not understand the functions of the little machine.