Equestrian Shippers: OctaScratch
Operation: OctaScratch
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Operation: OctaScratch
*click*
A light turned off in the dark basement. The stone walls gave a lot of room for the few rows of metal fold out chairs set up. On one end of the room, there was a big linen sheet hanging from the ceiling and excess lying on the floor, while on the other side stood on a projector on a tall stack of books.
*click*
With the flip of a switch, the projector came to life, revealing the long drapes in the room to truly be white. After a moment’s pause a yellow unicorn with a brown mane trotted into the right corner of the screen without looking to her audience.
After she stopped gave a sharp turn to face the projector.
Her horn ignited and three note cards materialized in the air next to her. She forced a cough into her right hoof before she spoke up, “Erhumm, ladies and gentlecolts, I would like to thank you all for coming out on such short notice for an emergency meeting of the Equestrian Shippers Society.”
A faint cheer from a mare echoed the room, “Woooooh!”
The unicorn gave quick nod to the enthusiastic club member, “As you all probably know, I’m Commander in Chief of the Canterlot Area, Fresca. Our goal is to make all OTP’s come true, and tonight, we’ve gotten an important development regarding Operation: OctaScratch.”
The photo slide projector turned to display a drawing of a two toned electric blue maned, white unicorn mare with purple shades resting on her horn holding a grey, black maned earthpony mare wearing a pink bowtie.
"As you all may or may not know, these two ponies displayed here are Octavia Philaharmonica and Vinyl Scratch aka DJ-Pon3. These two have been at the top of our list since the conception of our organization."
The projector switched from the picture of Octavia and Vinyl to lone picture of Octavia.
“Octavia Philiharmonic is renown cellist and lead member of a famous quartet the name of which eludes us for now.”
“We also think she might be a country, fiddle player and member of the Apple family, but we have yet to confirm any concrete connection between the pony in the picture and Octavia.”
“We also have some theorists who think she might also be a guitarist for a mariachi band, but this idea has yet to bear any legitimacy yet.”
“Now we have Vinyl Scratch, a nighttime DJ who plays for clubs in downtown Canterlot, but has been known to take other gigs in a variety of other locations. Vinyl Scratch is a electronic musician whose popularity has grown to extreme heights due to her pioneering in the new genre of 'dubstep'.”
“Frustratingly, these two have been living together for three years as roommates, but haven't taken it any further. It seems as though they are actually satisfied with being friends… and nothing more.”
“Noooooooo!!!”
“Worry not ESS members, for we now have a new plan of operation to bring those two together to make a harmonious love relationship.”
“Now, with intel that has been gathered through discreet methods, we have found that Octavia and Vinyl are both going to the Grand Galloping Gala tonight and neither were commissioned for their services as musicians, forcing them to mingle and talk amongst other guests. This puts them, and us, in a perfect opportunity to give them the nudge they need to realize their feeling for each other.”
“Now top field operatives, Second in Command Screwpine-”
“Woooh, that’s me!”
“-and myself, will both disguise ourselves as part of the catering crew. I worked our disguises well enough so that the guards won't recognize us from our previous failure, Operation: Twilestia.”
“After we have successfully infiltrated the castle we will change into high class attire to mingle amongst the guests dropping hints here and there that Vinyl and Octavia are in a relationship and are, infact, OTP. After enough seeds of unrealized truth have been planted, Screwpine and I will both make our way to the castle intercom system and play a classical dubstep fusion of both Octavia and Vinyl’s recorded music over loud speakers. After that, it should lead others to believe that the two are spending much time together, enough for the topic to keep being mentioned in their company. They will spend so much time together debunking these lies, that they will see the light in each other enough for them to question their feelings and how much further they want to go together.”
*click**click*
And with the light switch and projector switch both flipped by a magical aura, turning off the projector and turning on the lights, to reveal that there was only one lone green Pegasus mare with two tones of green and white in the audience eating popcorn from a bowl.
Fresca not surprised at all at the number of attendants, looks at Screwpine and asks, “Any questions?”
Screwpine shakes her head.
Fresca starts to walk toward the stairs that exit the room and motions for the Pegasus to follow, “Now remember, subtlety is the key to this mission. We can't go screwing this up and revealing ourselves. We were lucky that the Royal Guard only think we're amatuer thieves.”
“Don’t worry,” Screwpine replied coolly, “subtlety is my middle name.”
Later that very same night…
“YOU TWO ARE GOING TO LOVE EACH OTHER!!!”
The sounds of rattling of shaking chains could be heard faintly with the high pitched whine of sirens outside Screwpine’s house. The owner of the house in question was still in her ball dress, but it was slightly torn and covered in blotches of red splattered on.
A platoon of Royal Guard had already established a perimeter and set up the spotlights aimed at a window in the middle of the attic. One guard with a megaphone in his hoof looked up the black silhouette of a standing pegasus mare and spoke in a loud, monotonous voice,
“You're surrounded. Release the hostages and give yourselves up.”
In loose chains, two musicians held each other tight in one another’s’ forelegs, shaking in fear of the deranged green pegasus who had been repeating the instruction for cooking Ramen Noodles for half an hour while they were on the crazy chariot ride which had ended up with every passengers fainting, and Screwpine getting a very unique, golden lawn ornament planted in front of her house.
Fresca, was pacing nervously on the opposite side of the room from the captives. After a few seconds of internal screaming, she was ready for external screaming, so she grabbed Screwpine by the shoulders with her forehooves, and started yelling, “Why didn't you stick to the plan?! We were supposed to be subtle!”
Screwpine unphased by her friend’s outburst, smiled with pride, “I think this is pretty subtle.”
Fresca started shaking the maniac, “The Royal Guard think we’re holding hostages here!”
Screwpine replied while scratching a cheek, “Well, we kinda are.”
The panicked unicorn's eyes went wide and pointed to a red spot on Screwpine’s dress and yelled, “Where did all this blood come from!?”
The pegasus’ smile dropped and shrugged, “Okay, to be honest, I have no clue how that happened.”
“What!?”
Octavia looked away from her captors and turned to her roommate with a look of fear in her eye, “Vinyl, can’t you use your horn to free us?”
Vinyl's eyes were just as wide as Octavia's with her fore hooves wrapped around her hind legs in a fetal position as she rocked back and forth slowly, repeating the same lines over and over again with the occasional twitch in her eye.
“... two cups of water to a boil, add noodles, place in microwave and heat for three minutes on high, open packet, add flavoring. Bring two cups of water to a boil, add noodles... ” She mumbled off, fitting in perfectly with the chaotic scene that was the upstairs attic.
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