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What must Manehattan have thought when it saw the black-chitin tower of the Changeling exhibition being constructed in the Park? “What in the name of Tartarus is that?” Would likely have come first, closely followed by, “AAAHH! Changelings!” It was Kahz’s mission to change that. Not just figuratively, either; he was here on official assignment from the Hive to act as a kind of ‘cultural ambassador,’ and to overall make ponies less paranoid about his kind in general. After all, ponies and changelings weren’t actually going to kill each other, right? So the rest was just haggling over details like who would actually be in charge. Minor quibbles! And, given that two previous invasions had not resolved the issue, it couldn’t hurt for the Hive to keep its options open, right? That was the argument that he’d given Queen Chrysalis, and surprisingly enough, she agreed, and put him in charge of the whole thing! What was even more surprising, however, was that Princess Celestia had given her OK to it as well! Apparently, she was orchestrating some sort of program of her own to attract changelings to Equestria, and defect from their own Kingdom. Which would probably mean that this exhibit would not only be a meeting place of pony and changeling, but also of Loyalist and Defector. Kahz held out no hope that this would be any great source of love, but it would certainly be an education for all involved. Also, a barely controlled three-ring circus surrounding a tower that looked like it came out of a bad horror movie, with a short, crooked-spine changeling drone as ringmaster. And what a circus! Kahz was kept busy all throughout set up time, buzzing first to the architects,“Fantastic! The Queen will probably want to move in which she sees this!”, then to the gate-greeters “Lovely smiles! Feel free to flirt all you like, just put on like starving waifs if anypony gets mad. After all, we gotta eat, don’t we?”, and finally to the musicians, “Remember, we can takeany request; heck, we’re probably the best possible cover band in HISTORY. Who else can replicate any musician ever, eh?”, and back again, all the while shouting encouragement and egging them on to further efforts. The Changeling Kingdom didn’t allow much scope for art and creativity, it had to be said, so this was a rare opportunity for his whole crew to go all-out on making the Hive look good! When it came time for the gates to open, Khaz had finally come to a stop, still wired with energy, at the foot of the chitinous construction that the architects had erected around the initial booth allotted them. The guests were here, and soon the show would begin! He couldn’t wait, and what’s more, he was genuinely happy to see them. Kahz didn’t bear anybody ill will, changeling or pony; he just was secure in his loyalties. Maybe he could get them all to understand…
Sigrun had volunteered for a very important mission, although unlike many of the quests she oh-so-often partook in, this one required diplomacy rather than violence... and with the ponies of Equestria no less! The Chieftain of the Askr Clan had been interacting with ponies much more often than she normally would, a development she had to attribute to her sister's influence on her life. Sadly it seemed that The clan's high priestess was going to be unable to attend this occasion, but that just meant that this particular cow was goign to have to pull twice the weight; a challenge she welcomed with open hooves. The 'Jarl' of Askr had made sure to make the best of the space that she was allotted for this event. She'd made sure that given the still somewhat wary ponies of equestria's recent brush with the rebel clan of Olin that her own came in piece for this expo, as such she'd forgone almost all weaponry save for her own personal sword which rarely left her side anyway; were left back home. Only nonthreatening exhibits were at this section of the exposition. Despite the species' of whitescar's reputation for the love of battle, they did considerably more than make weapons and implements to do eachother harm. At the entrance of the exhibit's and various stalls were a series of banners representing the various clans united under the High king Dragonsong. Beyond the rows of symbol stamped banners laid a multitude of small stalls offering various things that exemplified Caribou culture, Woodcarvings, Jewelry, art and even some of the rarely seen caribou fashion that wasn't designed to protect the wearer from stray arrows! There were even some very fragrant and delightful smelling dishes and snack stalls using caribou recipes and ingredients from Whitescar. The silver eyed cow's personal favourite exhibit was the one in the center of the circle of stalls. She'd brought one of her clan's flying longboats to the expo and it was open for anypony or other species to step in and explore... thankfully only her clan knew how to make the boat fly so there was no risk of having some mischievous foals try and take the vessel for a joy-ride. All around the sides of the boat were numerous tapestries and paintings and carvings depicting caribou heroes and legends and one very large stone stood before the bow of the vessel, depicting a battle of golems battling a gigantic lyndwurm; presumably the World serpent of myth... Sigrun was currently standing proudly at the bow of the vessel she brought, as if a lookout for approaching visitors. She'd taken a few herbs her sister had reccomended so she could better tolerate the equestrian climate... they weren't ridding the Jarl of her nasal ills but at least she likely wouldn't be letting out one of her characteristic kingdom/city shaking sneezes anytime soon. To signal that the exhibit was open, She approached a large horn situated near the bow and took a deep breath before blowing with skill... (ooc: so you get an idea what the horn sounds like.)
The world was a large place with many sorts of ponies in it, and many tribes and nations who were not, in fact, ponies at all. Living so far apart as they did, only the most well-traveled had anything more than a vague idea of what they were really like. The problem was that if most living in the world were left strangers to each other, ignorance could breed all sorts of fantastic rumors, and worse! Thus was the World Friendship Exposition founded! Held in Manehattan for its inauguration, the various pavilions and exhibits had taken over the Central Park, spreading all the shining jewels of culture the world had to offer! The great hope was that ordinary ponies could come and see horses, zebras, and even more exotic creatures that previously had just been words associated with map labels, and draw everypony together in a greater global harmony! As Equestria was the leading force and sponsor for this event, of course it too would have an exhibit. And for the great task of organizing and running the exhibit that would bind the event together, and show the best Equestria had to offer to any foreign visitors, Princess Celestia had chosen…. OK, maybe not the best. Still, to be fair to the fellow, he knew perfectly well how most ponies thought of him, and had lately been trying to rehabilitate his reputation, however clumsily. So, his Auntie had decided to give an opportunity to show his sincerity, and test his resolve, by sponsoring and running a major event. It didn’t take longer than five minutes for him to realize just how far out of his depth he was. “Look, I know you have better music to show to the world. Beethooven was from Germaney, for Faust’s Sake!” “Ve can play Beethooven on an oompah band!” Thing was, the Equestrian Exhibit was actually a lot of mini-exhibits, to show off the pluralistic culture within its borders. You could see most of what Equestria was like in the city outside the grounds, but the more far-flung districts, such as Germaney, Prance, and Itaily had their own booths. Well, booths wasn’t quite an accurate way of putting it. The Prance exhibit consisted of a specially-constructed façade of a café, exterior tables for visitors to sit at and sample the culinary greatness the region was known for, and whose smells surrounded the area in a haze of deliciousness. The ‘interior’ of the café had a display of the art of the region, including a section dedicated to the new ‘moving pictures’ industry of Calnais. Young foals could, if they liked, stage and shoot a scene with professional directors and camera ponies standing by. That was all well and good, but right now Blueblood was concerned with the Germain exhibit, which was of… rougher construction. Somepony had the bright idea of trying to replicate the wooded landscape, and so the exhibit was surrounding a gazebo in the midst of a clump of trees. While sight and smell was the sensory key to the Prench exhibit, Germaney was focusing on the touch of cool forest air, and the sound of music. The Prince was a fan of the musical traditions of the place, but not when they pandered to the tastes of the vulgar and stereotyped. Still, he couldn’t very well fit an entire orchestra into a gazebo, so oompah it was. The resonances of tubas opening the 5th Symphony followed the unicorn prince as he trotted out, seeing the weather pegasi finish their last cloud-wrangling, and begin to open the gates. Wait, opening time already? He’d lost track of time! Hurriedly, Blueblood ran to the front of the Grand Pavilion, pausing only to put his mane back into impeccable order and give his white coat a brush-over. There, fit to meet guests! Hopefully, things would go well. He hadn’t time to inspect everything, but surely no disaster would mar this grand exhibition; there wasn’t any place in his schedule for one!