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[Ah, Vatheon. How lovely it must be for all of you who are topside right now. Surely you are enjoying the sun, the shade, the lovely ocean water and beautiful sea life~

... But then. Are those the sound of hooves?]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

[And now a shriek! A panicked shriek of a damsel in distress! Could someone be hurt, is someone drowning? Oh, whatever is going on now?]

Oh, oh, no, no, no, this is awful! Simply dreadful! Oho, how could this have happened!?

[For anyone watching or even on the island right now, she will make herself known: a beautiful white mare shivering and tromping about in the sand. Oh, it's sticking to her hooves! Her beautifully polished hooves! Rarity barely realizes she's tapped the communicator beside her, nor does she pay attention to the lovely vest. (Really, Princess Zelda, the shade is lovely, but Rarity is currently preoccupied with more important things!)

Pawing at the sand and with tears in her big blue eyes, she sniffles.]

O-oh. My poor mane. A-and my coat. Ooh, it's all ruined!

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[What this situation desperately needs is six+ feet of alien clown.

Gamzee had accidentally come across Rarity in his beach wanderings, tipping his bottle of faygo down to vacantly stare at her for a few seconds. Man, speaking ponies. Not something you see-- actually, Rainbow Dash visits a bunch so it is kinda something you see every day. Still fuckin' miraculous though.

He should help her calm down though, be a good bro. He nears a little, dropping down to his haunches to be more on her level, giving her a friendly --well, it is intended to be friendly, but he does have huge fucking chompers-- smile, his arms dangling loosely between his legs.]

Awww, hey man, you just chill your lil' pretty hooves there, aight? It's cool, shit's gonna be fine. You just let that motherfuckin' daystar all be doin' its miracle work and you're gonna be fuckin' right as bitchtits again in no motherfuckin' time at all.

[She's trying to stay still so she won't accidentally trip and get even more sand all over herself, but she's definitely still shivering and uncomfortable. Is that a bit of seaweed in her mane? Ew, it feels slimy and gross and she doesn't like this one bit!

Hearing that voice, however, she starts, leaping up then turning in time to see that sharp smile.]

What manner of creature are you!? Identify yourself! If you are the one who has brought me here, then I will have you know I will not make this easy for you!

Haha, naw, I can't do stuff like that.

[He shakes his head, though he doesn't particularly seem bothered by her reaction to him. Sometimes he wished he could bring people here though. He'd bring all his friends back and stuff would be awesome.]

Just another motherfucker what got brought here same what you did. I'm Gamzee.

[Well... he isn't doing anything bad. Rarity supposes she can calm down, even for a little bit. There's still the matter of her hair and coat to fuss over, however!]

I... see.

[Sigh as she looks away for a moment to observe her tail. Oh. It's all soggy and droopy...]

I am Rarity. I wish it t'were a better occasion for us to have met. I look completely unpresentable. Most unbecoming!

Can't all be thinking of any better motherfuckin' time for meeting new bros than what is the now. The miracle of motherfuckin' friendship gotta be something what you get your experience on for whenever you up and fuckin' can, you know? Besides, you fuckin' look like all sorts of motherfuckin' becoming to this bro.

[He is... not hitting on a pony, seriously. She just looks nice to him! Everything looks nice to him! You'd need a lot for Gamzee to think you look like a wreck. Maybe be covered in a pile of stink. That would probably do it, maybe.]

[... Your language is terrible. But Rarity can stomach it. For now. And thankfully that compliment is all sorts of lovely! She bats her eyelashes at him.]

Do I really? Honestly and truly?

Hell yeah, you're lookin' like a million boonbucks to me. I wouldn't fuckin' lie about shit like that.

[He even gives her a thumbs up.]

[Her eyes. Look how they sparkle!]

Why thank you, darling. And you-

[... You are so... unique looking! She squints, staring at his face for a bit.]

-Do you do your own makeup?

Sure as motherfucker do. I just don't all feel like my own motherfuckin' self without my face on.

[It is a religious thing. A really weird clown religion thing.]

So this is a thing you do every day? Does it not clog your pores at all? Surely you must allow your skin time to breathe now and again, yes?

[Ahem, but she doesn't want to seem rude! Honest. ... She's just so curious.]

[To be honest, underneath his make up, Gamzee's skin is probably pretty dry. But who needs skin care when you've got religion!

And also, Gamzee doesn't have a clue what a pore is.]

Yeah, a motherfucker gotta, you know? It's a motherfuckin' faith thing, all determined by what stuff I get belief on to most holy. When you're down with the clown, you gotta fuckin' show it.

Clowns?

[Oh, well that explains everything. And if it's a belief and everything, then who is she to judge? Hm. Perhaps she can learn a little more about this.]

Do you also dress as a clown does?

Naw, clothes aren't any sort of motherfuckin' important. It's about what's up inside of a brother's pump. And his motherfuckin' face.

Your... pump?

[Oh! Perhaps he means heart? That sounds about right.]

How... charming! Usually I only see ponies wearing clown things when it's Nightmare Night, you see. Red noses, rainbow wigs, large shoes- Oh, it's quite fun. Though I suppose you would not know what Nightmare Night is, would you?

[Nightmare night? Red noses, rainbow wings and large shoes? omg ponies have a dark carnival. Goddamn, the Zahhaks are right, they are superior lifeforms.]

That does sound a whole motherfuckin' lot like the Dark Carnival what I get my belief on in. You'd be down for telling me more?

[He'll even lean forward, he is totally so super intrigued by this.]

I am not so sure if they would be the same, but-

[She flattens out the sand around her as best as she can so she can lie down.]

You see, Nightmare Night is a festival which occurs once every year in Ponyville. On this night, all the little foals don a variety of costumes and go door to door to ask for candy! However, most of the candy they do not keep for themselves... which is rather nice when you think about it. All of that candy can be terrible for your teeth.

... Anyway! After a night of celebrating with games and a few "harmless" pranks, all the ponies offer their candy before the statue of the legendary mare known as Nightmare Moon. According to legend, if Nightmare Moon accepts the offering, then she will not devour the ponies instead.

[A small laugh.]

Rather silly, wouldn't you say?

[Gamzee has been listening to her with an open, curious expression. Almost rather childlike if you just think away the facepaint. Well, he is rather young still. Only 16, when his life will span literal centuries. But this kind of subject. It just really gets him excited.]

Sounds fuckin' wonderful to me. Real legit.

Oh, I have no doubt you would fit right in at Nightmare Night then! Why, with a few additions, perhaps even a cute little horn to carry around, your look would be absolutely perfect!

[She loves thinking about costumes! That's her favorite part of the entire festival.]

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