Canterlot Second Chance Fabrics is now {Open}

[QuickLime]

Welcome to Second Chance Fabrics! A beautiful two story store situated on one of Canterlot's busies streets! Inside this shop are several mannequins, shelves, and wracks, filled to bursting with clothes that have been restyled, spruced up, or made fabulous in some other manner! In this shop the owner believes in second chances, not just for ponies, but for clothing and jewelry pieces too!

Not only does the store sell a variety of second hand and well loved, one of a kind pieces refurbished art, it also doubles as a mending and repair store! Everything from jewelry, to button holes, hems and stains! If there is a problem Cardamom will fix it!

Mind the vampire bat though! Bazil is a bit of a fusspot.

The current agenda for today was embroider a tablecloth, very reminiscent of how he got his cutie mark actually! Humming to himself the stallion sat at his work bench, horn glowing gold with magic, the needle with it's indigo colored thread zipping in and out of the black cloth, leaving an outline of a rose in it's wake! After the outline was done, he thought a moment, tilting his head to the side, looking up, tapping his chin with his hoof "Hnnn" One eye squinting ever slightly before both widening, letting out a gaspy "Ah-HAH!" swooshing his head to the left, horn glowing all the more,a bobbin filled with beautiful shimmery amethyst thread floated over.

Threading the needle he got to work filling in the pattern he had laid out with color, there was a bell over the entrance of his shop, though perched upon that bell and hanging upside down was a very large vampire bat with bushy white eyebrows, wings wrapped around himself, snoring ever so softly.

Heaven knows what would happen the moment someone entered the shop!

[QuickLime]

(Gentle thread bump)

[Ciraxis]

And of course somepony entered the shop. With predictable results.

The sudden opening of the door no doubt woke up poor Bazil. But then again Swift Squall - for it was him who entered - never was good withe the animals.

Today was no different. While stallion wanted to greet master of the thread immediately, instead he found himself leering suspiciously over his shades ate the flying mammal.

His athletic silhouette was covered by some practical looking clothes - dusted duster, small pouches at both sides of the body, and of course a rather large sword hanging from the back. It didn't took a detective to conclude that stallion spent lot's of time in the road. Some could mistake him for an earth pony at first glance - with plumptious long green mane almost hiding his horn, and muscles more befitting of the farmer. Still neither those facts could hide magical aura surrounding small package that stallion was carrying with his telekinesis.

"Good morning...." said the stallion with warm sounding baritone while still glaring at the bat.

"I can embroider a clothes here, can I?" the question followed as he put the package on the desk. It didn't made a noise so it wasn't heavy.

"I would like to...." stallion tried to explain while unwrapping the bundle, but he paused as his eyes once again were drawn to the Bazil. However Squall's expression wasn't that of intimidated pony but more of....curiosity?

"........" stallion fell silent before removing the sunglasses that were covering his eyes. Unlike rest of his clothing, those shades looked very, very expensive. But they weren't as eye drawing as the eye's of the owner, that they were covering a second ago. Intensively emerald, the same shade as his mane. Their piercing gaze seemed to almost go through the Cardamom and probably even the walls behind him too. This were the eyes that gave impression that they can see every secret of your's. In combination with his voice it made a rather hypnotic effect.

"I am sorry but what kind of the bat is...he? She? I seen one's bigger then heron's in Unyasi, but never one of such species like this little guy." swordpony said this time to the Second Chance Fabrics owner - apparently unfazed by the large bat sitting on Threadweaver head. This was rather odd wording. Bazli weren't small by any means! For a bat anyway.

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Another pony entered the shop, with less predictable results, or at least the unexpected.

The smell of charred cloth, and a thick aroma of coffee was quick to fill the air when the next pony walked in. A tall and sort of lanky Stallion with a decently sturdy build had just pushed his through the doors and into the store. He was looking around rather nervously with his head hung low. His eyes were dancing around the various displays as he made his way into the shop. It was almost like he was embarrassed to be without any article of barding on his back, even when such a thing was quite common in the kingdom of Equestria. His mane was a mess, actually, more so than normal. His entire body was several different shades of lighter and darker browns.

The Stallion known as Javasun, according to a chipped magnetic tag located square on the chest area, was holding a badly damaged professional looking vest gingerly in his teeth. With it was a large roll of the material that looked almost identical to the material that the Stallion's vest had been made of. The vest was a typical professional's waist-coat, that seemed to hold it's shape quite well and resisted the urge to crumple like normal cloth. This common day peace of appear was quite obviously designed to take a thrashing. Though it was more sturdy than normal, it did have plenty of frayed threads located over the front section. small bits of metal and glass Plus singed areas where smoke still drifted into the air. Bits of metal and glass peppered the vest by simply being powdered and getting caught on the tightly woven threads. Or finding themselves embedded in the thick canvas like material that was used. The vest had seen much better days. And to be frank, the pony didn't quite seem quite to willing to just throw it in the garbage like old tomato.

"Uhm..... hi.." Javasun mumbled. His body was quivering, but mostly to his daily coffee intake - partly to the nervousness of being 'naked' in public. His voice took in a rustic note. He took a moment to clear this throat before draping the damaged item over his back. The extra material was carefully placed on the ground and braced against his leg so it wouldn't roll away. Once his jaws were free, he tried his best to seem composed, but it was a failed mess. His voice was a brassy deep baritone, with a mix of a deep bass that rumbled from the pony's chest.

"Erm... I was... hoping if it was possible for you to repair this.... this vest? It's... ah..... a bit.... well... a long story really," he sighed, his head slowly tilting back to gesture to what he had brought in. His eyes then dipped down to his feet, "I also brought in the material this vest uses... if that's needed."