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Dance Dance Reprobation
Neither tree nor stone form the Promenade now. It is instead a long bridge over a shallow and brilliant pool, the gentle ripples of which catch the afternoon sun and scatter it into a million highlights that play over the Great Hall, the bridge, and those who walk down it. There is no formal receiving line, merely a gentle procession of people across the bridge at whatever speed feels comfortable, slowly making their way to the Great Hall. The Great Hall itself has been enchanted to be completely invisible while one is inside it, save for the outline of doors so people can actually find their way out through means other than smacking their noses into the invisible walls till they find a place with no resistance. Thus the twilight for which the ball is named will show all around the dancers, while they are protected from any errant breezes, faint hints of rain, or slime monsters that might otherwise threaten the festivity. Come in. Find your date and get comfortable. The fun is just beginning.
But as the dance progresses, they play something for everyone. Martial waltzes and slow dance ballroom numbers. Powerful tunes to lose yourself in, and gentle melodies that slip beneath conversation and encourage intimacy and closeness. Professors Trammel and King treat everyone to an exhibition of what an Earth resident might call 'swing dancing on amphetamines' and many students do call 'the closest I have ever come to death'. No pause for speeches, no announcements or interruptions -- just a steady stream of music, bringing dates and lovers together in dance, as the sun sets and casts the room into gentle and romantic twilight. Also a dolphin and a whale are swimming through the floor and they, too, are unmistakably dancing. If this is the weirdest thing you've seen all night, you need your eyes checked.
At one end of the table, an owl the size of a cupboard sits on a perch, serenely watching the varied drinks laid out for consumption. 'Spiking the punch' is so cliche that no one is going to pretend it won't happen or the students will behave on their honor, so here you get a chaperone. Even so, this whole area is a popular gathering spot for those between dances or partners, drawing steady attention throughout the night.
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Back to the story proper...
"Fluttershy, to who dear Ballet belonged to, was thrust into panic, searching for her familiar! We teamed up trying to locate the beasts, and found them just as Tango had delivered a devastating blow! We took out our wands, ready to fight back... but it became clear that we could not interfere. To make matters worse, Tango suddenly thrust at us a letter we couldn't decipher! What were we to do!"
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And as the story went on, the one thing that stuck out in his mind was that Ballet was Fluttershy's. And while he's not sure that he understands this story or if it's even real, he had to ask.
"What happened next?"
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A triumphant flourish, and big spin!
"... Turns out Tango wanted to ask Ballet to this dance."
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Yuki had just tried to wrestle the thing because that's all he had to keep it from bothering Fluttershy, but she'd pulled out her wand and helped him out a lot.
So his head turned towards the swimming pair after Webby did her spin. He was certainly glad he didn't have to go through all of that to ask Fluttershy to this dance.
Turning back to Webby, he tried a smile. "At least their story seems to have a happy ending."
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A happily ever after, in the strangest way.
"It's the perfect love story. Dancing, love letters, and swords!"
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"A perfect love story involves swords?" This is strange to him but here in this place where just about everything was strange, maybe Webby was onto something here.
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"Is..that how they do things where you're from?"
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Webby hadn't had that effect on him yet though, and for that he was grateful. He looked back at Tango and Ballet for a moment and then back to his companion.
"You never know, you might find someone like that here."
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"Huh? What do you mean?"
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"I'm sorry that I wasn't clear. I meant that you might find someone who thinks as you do."
After all, everyone got pulled from their homes and ended up here.
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And at least (or he didn't think she did) she couldn't turn into something else if hugged.
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"It..it's not?"
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She says casually, as if all they were doing was discussing the weather.
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"Mystical golf and murder ponies?" Somehow he's pretty sure that he's heard it all now.
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"Uncle Scrooge and his business rival, Flintheart Glomgold were playing against each other, and we all got teleported to another realm where if we didn't finish the course, we'd all be turned into stone."
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"So you finished the game and went back home."
At least he's figuring that's how the story ended.
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"Yep, and we got a really neat trophy for it! And Uncle Scrooge and Dewey got to bond, that was nice."
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In his eyes, Webby had to be pretty resilient and brave if something like this didn't faze her like it didn't seem to.
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Just talking about it makes her so excited she begins bouncing on her heels.
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A moment passed before he had a thought.
"I suppose we can always look at the library."
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"Do you want to study in the library together?"
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