Unpredictable (Balloons)

Around half an hour after Rarity had returned home, she heard a knock at the door. She opened it only to find a simple note-

Rarity,

I need a suit made for me. It needs to be finished around noon on Sunday (tomorrow). Needs to be as discreet as possible. I will pay well, and I guarantee I will get you plenty of publicity. Make it however you see fit. Measurements are on the back. I will be here around 12:30 pm. Thank you.                                        -  CJ

The letter was obviously not faked, the hoofwriting was incredibly well-done and unicorn-made. The measurements were indeed written on the back, and seemed to match Swiftpen perfectly. She really had no idea why he needed this, but she was glad to receive publicity and coin from a famous pony. Also, she was glad to help out. She figured that she’d start straightaway and sleep in. Thinking was easier for her at night.

Pinkie was downcast, Twilight had visited her to notify her that Swiftpen could not do anything today. She had it prepared and everything. She got over it quickly, figuring that she could just do it the next night, though a Monday night party was slightly odd. Pinkie didn't care. The party couldn't wait any longer.

Swiftpen Escrib returned from his book signing and publicity event at around 11:45 pm. His agent had promised him that he’d be back well before midnight. Ha, she was never wrong.

He definitely didn't forget to credit Rarity at the event, and was certain that she would be absolutely busy and pleased the next day. He did not regret it, the suit was surprisingly dashing and matched him quite well. The price was incredibly reasonable, though he didn't care much for coin. He was rich, after all, though material possessions were mostly useless to him. He had honestly not had much time to think about all of his new friends, and would probably spend most of the next morning considering his options and how to go about befriending them all even more. He really was quite new to the whole friendship deal, despite having had one friend a “long time ago”, even though with all technicality it was in the future, not in the past. He wondered about his long lost friend, Nym. He hoped to meet back up with him someday, despite their age differences. Nym was so hopeful, so optimistic.. for Swiftpen. He had quite low self-esteem, though, and it saddened Swiftpen. He figured it was not the time to drag on the past.. future.. whatever, and slumped on his bed, prepared for whatever sleep that came. It was a surprisingly enjoyable, dream-filled rest.

He woke up and realized that it was a Monday. He got up and headed straight for Ponyville, as he had something he needed to get back in the habit of- buying a newspaper. He used to do this every weekday morning, but eventually fell out of the habit. He brought with him 10 bits, which he knew was much more than enough, but didn't really care anyway. He bought the newspaper from a stand within the city, and then returned to the café for coffee. He had a plan set up for the next week, as he knew that work was not an option. He needed to be as awake as possible. He skimmed through the newspaper, reading small stories within the small town, until finally coming upon what he was really looking for.

An article on CJ’s most recent book signing/publicity event. One highlight of the event was his choice of clothing- a spectacularly made suit that matched him perfectly. Rarity was credited, and Swiftpen was truly glad that she was mentioned. She would get plenty of business from it, especially since a famous author praised her work. After a while, around noon, he reported to Twilight’s library and told her about his plan. She wasn't surprised at the stallion’s organization, as that was one of the reasons why she hired him.

She said the plan seemed… a little odd, but could work. His plan was as such- to further befriend the mares he had recently met, he would spend one day with each of them.

“I know it seems a mite unorthodox and perhaps a little forced, but this is how I know best to do things. Methodical and organized. Please, Ms. Twilight, meet with your friends and discuss my ‘plan’. All things considered, it should start tomorrow and I shall not waste any of your friends’ time.” She agreed after some careful consideration. She knew of her friends’ interest in the author, and honestly was feigning disinterest herself right then.

“I’ll meet up with them later today. You are dismissed.” Swiftpen couldn't resist bowing before he left to his home.

He returned to the Princess’s library around 3 hours later to see that all the other mares had left. They had apparently worked everything out.

“Alright, we have an order and everything. Tomorrow, the plan will start with Fluttershy. Then Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, Applejack, Rarity, and finally, me.  And tonight you will report to Sugar Cube Corner at 6:00 pm.” He wondered what Twilight could possibly want him there for, but nodded his head curtly anyway. He really didn't care what the order was, but he wrote it down anyway. He had plans. He wanted to surprise the ponies, and that’s exactly what he was going to do. He was prepared for anything.