Author's Note

Mare Miss Blossom Plot's POV

Capture is the Prologue: 1

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”I am Miss Blossom Plot!” I presented myself as I signed in for the room I had booked prior to departing on the train to Manehattan.

“Greetings, Miss Blossom Plot!” the mare tending the reception desk responded with a wide and friendly grin plastered all over her face.

“I booked a room at the Hotel!” I continued.

“Ah yeah, there is indeed a room booked under the name Miss Blossom Plot!” she responded, and her face lit up.

“Thank you!” I responded.

“If you would sign here;” she said, pointing a hoof at the line, “and I can hoof you the key to the room!” she then responded.

"Okay, here you go!” I responded as I signed my name on the indicated line and picked up the key, before trotting to the elevator.

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I slipped out of the lift on my level and merrily trotted to the door of my room, where I stopped and unlocked the door before slipping inside.

I closed the door and locked after myself. This is after all the big city Manehattan. In a city as proud as Canterlot, you don’t take the chance on getting caught breaking into a Pony’s home. In a small village like Ponyville, you know you are on the next day’s paper, and the front the first time you tried that stupid stunt in the first place. After that, you are on the first train out, or in jail.

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Of course, the first thing facing me is the small but light hall. I can appreciate the stone tiles leaving the impression it had been here for ages, but with nary a trace of the time passing by. I can leave my boots to the right, just under where I could leave my jacket. There is also a stand for my umbrella, in case it had been a rainy day. They actually do have these, even if a city like Manehattan, as much as one may refuse to believe in such a case.

The walls apparently covered in light red cherry wood. Then there are several small lights lining the wall.

Once I enter the larger living space of the apartment, the floor is a light beech wood, while the walls apparently stick with the previous theme. Of course, I guess the wood can make it on the floor in the living room. No mud, no wet hooves or boots.

I can see a large corner sofa and a table in the middle. I even have a bookshelf with books in it. Even if most of the space is empty and void with decorative pieces in between.

I have a bed room with a mandatory bed. The theme of the room is the same as in the living room, naturally. Only the bed and a bed stand, nothing much or fancy. But, it is for sleep. I am intended to sleep there.

A mare’s room and a shower are both hidden behind the space where I have my boots. There are regular doors before them, like in any common home in Equestria, just as I expected to see in Manehattan.

Of course I also find the small pantry, where I could prepare a light meal in case I felt like it. Otherwise, they have a restaurant on the ground level, serving most hours of the day, including the small, dark hours.

The final space is a fairly large balcony. Several roses are potted. There are a few more plants hanging from the side walls. Flowers blossoming brightly, growing over both in and out on the fence.

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I ended up, ordering in a light salad to my room. Nothing fancy, just a daisy and daffodil salad.

Once the salad had arrived, it had been placed on the table. I have a small bowl and a fork. Then I placed a pitcher of scented water by the side and a glass.

Looking closer, I noticed that it is supposed to taste just like apple, while it smells like apple blossoms in early spring, as the label had it. All these curious details.

I had enjoyed my salad, and the water is quite nice, once you get used to it all. Just not what I had expected, or what I had been used to. Yet, I guess I did not like the notion of just pouring myself a glass of tap water. Not so much that I doubted the quality, I just did not feel like it right now.

Ordering in the salad is just the touch of fancy, without going out, or taking the time to prepare the meal on your own. I like it like this, maybe I am funny this way?

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Once I had had something a little to eat, I guess it is time to properly establish myself in the room. I just need to make a few minor changes and place a few of my belongings in the room to add that special and personal touch to the space. Making it feel like home, rather than just a cold and white, clinical room in a Hotel.

Who likes to live like this, anyway? Certainly not I. I am a Pony who loves colours and special personal touches. The mark on my flank means something to me, not just a line of work.

Beside the regular standard works I find in the bookshelves, I place a few of my very own works. Maybe these are not overly common or well read, but they give me a more personal touch to the room. I just like to see them on the shelves where I live, hence I carry a few copies of them with me when, and where ever I go.

Then I added a few more personal touches, figurines and a few frames I intend to take with me when I leave. The books I may intend to read, I place by the bed, where I commonly do all my reading anyway.

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Now, I love drawing images, mostly of blossoms, like Orchid, Cherry and Apple. Why I prefer these, I have no idea, they just speak to me like no others ever could. Then again, I do the occasional Pony doodles as well. Mainly when I am in a different mood, yet commonly feeling inspired. Otherwise, I commonly do write down stories I write. I enjoy spinning the plots along different routs, compared with what I see in the books I commonly see in the store or library. Not even the library choose the one I spin all that often. Maybe I should have asked the Librarians?