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((Sorry for the no-notice hiatus! Many bad things happened. I won't go into it. Here's a pony who knows how to use a sewing machine.))

It had taken longer than she had expected. For all her unique and special gem-finding talents, this place seemed somewhat less gem-saturated than Equestria had been. And anything worth making was simply not worth making without at least a token gem or two. Or ten. And then, of course, she had to find house elves to assist her in digging them up, not having a useful and somewhat infatuated baby dragon willing to help her to keep her hooves from getting dirty.

Finally, after days of slaving away over her sewing machine, her room in Sparklypoo filled with scraps of fabric and completed ensembles and small heaps of carefully sorted unused gems, she sent out a few house elves (well-cleaned; they were not going to get her precious creations dirty!) with packages wrapped in very tasteful paper and notes attached. Her penmanship was, like everything else about her ~~so long as she was not stressed or in the throes of drama~~, impeccable.

( For Dialga: )

( For Jem: )

( For Beowulf: )

( For Lorne: )

( For Jaime: )

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The house elves had been busy most of the afternoon posting fliers, or simply leaving them in stacks on the tables in the Great Hall.

Karaoke Night at the Little Green Apple!
Sing a song and get a reading! Are you on the right path? Come find out!
Drink specials courtesy of La Fee Verite, music and readings courtesy of Lorne

No Barry Manilow, please.

It had been a long time since Lorne had done more than a few select readings for people, and when he was honest with himself, he missed it. He missed those nights in Caritas when the music was electric, the psychic energy crackling and the drinks.. well the drinks were always stellar. He always paid for the best bartenders in L.A. that dealt with demonic clientele.

After clearing it personally with the owner and obtaining her blessing as well as a promise to deliver some impressive drink specials, Lorne geared up for a good night of music, song and maybe a helpful reading or three. That night, he sat on the stool beside the karaoke machine, flipping through the song list and humming to himself, the first of many Seabreezes in hand.

((Just like Lorne’s sorting – if you’d like a reading to pertain to something you have planned for your character in either game or canon, please message me. Otherwise I’ll make it up as I go!))

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Talking to Jem had put Megan in an incredibly good mood, and she felt like sharing. She had spent the past few days shut in her room, working out the logistics, making decorations, going through her music collection (and what she could find in the radio station, once she finally stumbled over it) and at the last minute, scrambling over to the Hufflepuff food libraries for snacks.

Since it would take forever to decorate the Great Hall all by herself (even with her awesome wings and teleporting, that room was huge) she got a decent-sized flock or swarm or whatever you called a group of house elves to help tack up posters and streamers and lights while she sent off a quick owl and grabbed the music from her room. It was all fun stuff, easy to dance to, even what she had borrowed from the WART studio: Dazzler (naturally), Katy Perry, Pink, Lady Gaga, that sort of thing.

As a last measure, she 'ported around the school and scattered fliers. Because nothing said a dance like fliers.

((Share your favorite top 40-type dance songs if you want! Assume they are in whatever she grabbed from the WART studio. As a side note, I have been rocking out to my favorite late-nineties pop while writing this, mostly Aqua. It has been incredibly distracting. In any case, have your characters unwind and have fun!))

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A somewhat confused demon stood in the middle of the Sorting Room. His brilliant green skin, red horns and eyes contrasted sharply with the well tailored pale blue shirt and lemon yellow suit that he wore. He looked around and groaned. “Jumping Judas on a pogo stick, a castle? Isn’t this all a little, you know, cliché? I swear if the Powers sent me somewhere I can’t get my hands on a decent Seabreeze, I’m going on strike. Ya’ll can call Miss Cleo from now on.”

( Test? Can't I just hum a few bars? )

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