Manehattan Equestria's Next Top Model

[Malkav]

<p>(A few days ago)</p>

<p>The whole studio was in chaos. Her secretary, her under photographer, and all of her models had all decided to quit. Something about not getting the proper pay. <em>Vhy vould zhey be vorrying about zee proper pay?</em> she wondered to herself, <em>Vhen zhey should be vorrying about haw zee studio is going to be running!</em></p>

<p>The rest of the day was filled with getting the interns to print out advertisements, and post them in the paper, announcing a contest for Equestria's Next Top Model.</p>

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<p>(Now)</p>

<p>"Ok, so zee new models should be arriving sometime soon...I should make sure that zee studio is all swept up..." She glances about the studio. "KARL! VHY IS ZHER PAPER ON ZEE FLOOR?!"</p>

<p>She had decided to make it a contest. Each model would go through different challenges, and each week one would be forced to leave the studio. She also had decided to post each challenge in the paper, with the winner and the loser of each contest, therefore drawing more business to her studio! It was genius that only Photo Finish could cook up!</p>

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<p>All she had to do was be patient.</p>

[RoyalDice]

Survey strolls past the studio, looking curiously at the studio, and enters the door. He enters some doors, and notices that he found himself lost. ''W-wait, where did i come from?'' he asked himself, opening another door, and enters a strange room with alot of mirrors and clothing racks. He studied the dresses and notices they were not for colts. ''Wait, is this a... dressing room?'' he asked himself, getting poked in the back. He shrieked and turns around in suprise, ''AH! Don't hurt me!'' he said covering his face.

''Hey, you got to dress yourself if you're here.'' said the intern, handing him a dress and pushing him towards a small changing room. ''Crossdressers..'' he said to himself snerking and walking away. Survey, not knowing what is going on walked towards it and changed in the dress, still not knowing what is going on. He came out of the changing room and looked at himself in the mirror. ''W-w-what is t-this?!'' he yelled at himself seeing himself in the dress, and started pulling at it, trying to get it out. He was poked in the back again. ''AH! Not again!'' he said covering his face again. The intern had returned and was now pushing him towards a door, wich he opened and pushed him through it. ''Wait wait wait!'' he said to the intern, who then closed the door behind him.

Survey, confused, started to walk towards the door on the other side, stopping when he noticed that somepony was watching him. He looked at the pony and grabbed a Rubix Cube, blushing even more while starting to solve it. ''T-t-t-this i-is b-b-bad..'' he said towards himself. He was just standing there, blushing and sweating.

[Zevron]

Nhhhnnnhnnnneeeighhh!

Whilst adjusting a ceiling fixture, a Pegasus intern's ears pricked to the horrible noise coming from the entrance to the studio.

Eeeeeennnnhhhhnnnn!

"Isn't the music studio down the road?" The Pegasus muttered to herself, trying once more to concentrate on her work.

Rrrrgh!

She couldn't take it any more. While the studio was busy as ever, she couldn't stand that awful screeching. Disgruntled, she made a beeline for the doorway to find a beige earth pony, the handle of a large noodle box clutched between her teeth, her saddlebags stuffed with similar items. This must have been the team's order of grass stir-fry from the Shining Gong. The Pegasus cleared her throat.

The earth pony emitted a muffled, but undoubtedly loud neigh, rearing up onto her hind legs. After a short while and an exchange of long, blank stares, she calmed, sheepishly placing the box in her teeth onto the ground to speak. 

"Sorry about that. This is the order, yes?" She spoke fast, but with many pauses between each slurry of words. 

The poor intern responded with a nod, after which the beige mare proceeded to reach into a saddlebag for a clipboard... Only to quite ungracefully trip right over the box she had placed on the ground before her, her hooves like dominoes, tumbling to the ground in a messy heap of pony, cardboard, noodles, sauce and grass. 

Indignantly, she wrenched herself from the ground, only for her legs to buckle once again, sending her straight back into the mess she'd made of the food she'd meant to deliver. Her deep blue eyes slowly met with those of the shocked intern, looking as if she was about to soil herself.

"I'm... Going to tell my... Boss that this order and the order after are going to be free now..."

This poor, incompetent mare was none other than Fortune Cookie, arguably one of the better cooks at the Shining Gong, but also the likely cause of most of the restaurant's profit loss. The lucky charm coins emblazoned across her flanks got her the job, but the true meaning behind them would surely be the cause of her losing it. That, and her miraculous ability to mess up a delivery to such a painful extent.