Equestrian Fashions- Fillydelphian Dreamers (Closed: OOC topic for entry, Fillydelphia)

[SteelEagle]

Fillydelphia, a happening city on the razor's edge of Equestrian idealism. It embodied all the things that made Equestria special, from harmony and love to hard work and a certain hardiness. In the past, it had been Equestria's most western outpost, a frontier city to both the unknown west and mysterious south. It was fiercely independent and stood proudly, alone but unbowed. That spirit still resided in the heart of the city even as Equestria's expansion continued on and the city lost it's status as being the frontier, the spirit that fostered it remained. It wasn't the biggest fashion city in all of Equestria but it was a city that like any other had certain tastes and styles, and one that was often overlooked. Not this time. Equestrian fashions was coming to Fillydelphia and the old frontier spirit was going to get a makeover, or something similar.

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Sweet Celestia's everflowing Mane, Valen was in full-blown panic mode. Well, that was an exaggeration. He had it together on the outside, but on the inside he felt like he was running around with his mane on fire. He was the only model left standing, which meant the bulk of the modelling would come down on his lying little shoulders. Add onto that the fact that each designer had his or her own vision on how the night was to unfold, and Valen was a pony with some rather intense psychosis going into the festivities.

[colour=#3366cc]"Non! Non! My mane should not be so extravagant! Je jure c'est me conduire jusqu'au mur!"[/colour]

[colour=#3366cc]"Ze nails, vhy do you CUT THEM instead of TREATING THEM?! Qui êtes vous pour me juger?!"[/colour]

[colour=#3366cc]"AGGGH! Rarity, vos employés sont me conduire mad!"[/colour] Valen gave the most frustrated little squeak as his perfectly manicured hooves came down on the dressing room table. He pushed himself away, little heels clacking against the surface of the backstage as he trotted indignantly to the designer's room. He kicked the door in and came in with all the fury that was his stage right!

[colour=#3366cc]"Rarity, Glimmer, everypony- vought are you DOING zat ze hired help is acting ze part of the buffoons?! Je ne suis pas payés presque assez pour traiter de ces pauvres sous forme de soi-disant experts,"[/colour] He sighed heavily, pulling a piece of loose hair past his hair, [colour=#3366cc]"tell me zat at least YOU have ideas, yes?"[/colour]

[Bellosh]

For a couple of days there, it looked like Flakey Shards would earnestly enjoy being an apprentice member of a fashion show crew. On the train ride better, the crystal filly managed to get better acquainted with the mare who introduced Flakey to this outfit, the fabulous Lady Rarity. As it turned out, Rarity could be rather... cool, and not like all the other adults in her life who were either dumb enough to be swindled or yelled at her constantly for being a swindler. Aside from Rarity however, the little crystal pony eagerly anticipated the chance to work with real gems to craft into jewels spectacular enough for the most spectacular clothing.

But then in Fillydelphia, Flakey Shards met the twerp known as Gilded Lily. Gilded was a bothersome insufferable creature; a little filly who never stopped acting like a fuss ball. And the earth pony also constantly communicated in babble instead of words that Flakey understood. Since it seemed painfully obvious like Miss Lily wanted to be difficult, Miss Shards wouldn’t hold anything back with this gal. [colour=#99ccff]“Hey, listen uglyface!”[/colour] shouted Flakey as she angrily marched right up to Gilded with a tray of red freshly-cut sapphire gemstones on her back; [colour=#99ccff]“You want us to do things your way, why don't ya' talk like a normal pony?!”[/colour]

[SteelEagle]

Valen had only a rather passing familiarity with the Prench language, which had really limited the possibilities at first. of course, stuck as he was in the least profitable of situations imaginable, he had taken it upon himself to really learn the language. Now he had a relatuvely firm grasp of a language and the only fun part of his current situation was that he could explode into wonderfully accented rants in foreign language. Made him feel a bit more comfortable that if nothing else he had another well-made veil to hid behind while this ordeal continued. Of course that hadn't stopped him from starting to panic in great ways as he seemed to be the only model who would be active. All the work- he didn't know if he could do it!

So maybe he should calm down. Probably. But he needed somepony to calm down, somepony to ease him into what was sure to be a night of anxiety that could be made fun with the right hooves, trusted hooves. Instead, the first pony to come up was an admittedly talented crystal pony who was just as angry as him, but with much less cause. All she had to do was spin fabric and create beautiful designs- he had to then model it, and then her night was done. But Valen had to contend with different styles and different demands while living the greatest of lies. Plus, who was this Flakey Shards to order Valen around? She hadn't done a thing yet, while he could count on his experience in one huge modelling event. She was nopony!

Valen gave a smirk and rolled his eyes, pushing past Flakey Shards gently, not wanting to tip the tray of gemstones. It was more valuable than Flakey was at the moment!

"Deary, vhen you've produced anything of note in ze world of fashion, zhen you may tell me vhen I may or may not speak ze language of fashion- une froide journée de tartare pour en être sûr, oui?" Valen ended smugly, oddly at peace. Getting a little more of the cattiness improved his frazzled mood a bit as he approached the rest of the designers.

"I do believe that ze group haz decided on vhat it is doing, oui?"

[Davroth]

Ah, Fillydelphia. Photo Finish had a very mixed opinion on this city. Nopony, not even herself, could quite deny that it was one of the key locations of the Equestrian fashion scene, but on the other hoof, so much about this city seemed so mundane and common, much unlike Manehattan, a city that practically breathed art and fashion. It made her wonder, in her rare, more self reflective moments, what it was that made this place a breeding ground for talent.

She had arrived by train this morning, and her team had took up camp outside the location. She made her way quickly inside, her entourage right behind her.

However, now that she arrived here at the site, she was wondering if the talented ponies that seemed to pour out of Fillydelphia was some kind of crazy fluke. This stage was a /mess/. Not to the untrained eye of course, but it was just all wrong from a designer's standpoint. No colour harmony, the fabrics looked all fake and... was that faux silk?!? This wouldn't stand, but there was nowhere here to yell at. But there was light coming from under the door to the backstage area, and she thought she heard faint, but familiar voices.

She clopped her left fronthoof on the ground sharply, and half of her team started to redecorate. They didn't need much guidance for that, they had done it several times in the past. And coincidentally, one of the many boxes they had always with them contained an "emergency redecoration package". It had saved a show or two in the past, and by "saved", I of course mean changed a stage decoration that would look perfectly fine for about 99% of the population into something that made that one percent happy, even if it meant that, naturally, since it was Photo Finish's team redecorating, that her stylized counterfeit would be all over it.

As she made her way to the back room, the voices became louder, swinging the door open with a loud cracking sound, stepping decisively into the room.

"I, Photo Finish, haf arrived!"

[Bellosh]

What’s this girl’s big idea? Who did Gilded Lily think she was, Princess Celestia? Such wrathful questions crossed the mind of Flakey Shards as she found herself snubbed by the wannabe fashion model. That little earth pony was going to pay for ever crossing the blue crystal filly. Maybe Flakey would spit on whatever gems she provides for Gilded’s outfits? Maybe she could pull a prank on the model? Or maybe even dig up some dirt on her? As Miss Shards stood there with fury in her eyes, the possibilities for revenge seemed limitless.

Flakey’s thoughts found themselves rudely thrown off when some big-shot grown-up blasted her presence throughout the backroom, causing her and the gems in her tray to briefly jump into the air. The little girl wondered exactly how many ponies in fashion talked funny, for this Photo Finish did too in her own style. Why was she even important to begin with? Clearly showing on her face how confused she was, Miss Shard tilted her head while quietly responded with a simple; “Okaaaaay.....?”

[Davroth]

Photo Finish's eyes darted through the room, taking note that there were only two ponies here right now, and one she didn't know so she couldn't possibly be of any importance. She knew the other one, though. And it was just the filly she was looking for.

"Aaah, Gilded Lilly. Wunderbar. I haf looked for you." She began, striking a pose. "Ve haf a lot of vork to do. Zat cat walk iz not acceptable."

She glanced to the Filly holding that tray of gems. Now she noticed that she was one of those new "Kristall Ponys" she had heard about. She hadn't really paid attention to them save for a feature she had seen in her fashion magazine. Though undeniably, there was some good, creative talent among those ponies, she didn't quite understand what the fuzz was about. Their designs looked like they were stuck in the past for a few hundred years.

"Vere is everyone? Vere are ze designers? Ze crew?" She asked the room in general, true to form not looking at anyone directly, but keenly eyeing them through her tinted glasses.