@RainbowDash69
A friendly hipster? That is
out there, man.
let me see if i can work with it…
(Roseluck wanders in to Rarity’s newest shop, a vintage/used clothing store called “D’occasion for All Occasions”. …i’m not a native French-speaker, okay?)
Hipstershy: (flipping through a magazine at the register) Hey, like…welcome to the place.
Roseluck: Hi. I’ve never been in this shop before. What do you sell here?
Hipstershy: We got clothes that other ponies stopped, like, being ready for? Though I’m sooo sure they tried their best to stay ready.
Roseluck: …so, it’s all second-hoof?
Hipstershy: Uh-huh. It’s mostly stuff that ponies didn’t feel like hauling from home A to home B? So they, like, left it here so it’d have a place to squat. Which was so generous of them, and we totally appreciate it. So, like, go ahead and eyeball our stuff. ‘f’you need ‘nything, just like, let me know and whatever, ‘kay? (turns the page. odd, semi-melodic music plays over the intentionally-cheap speakers)
Roseluck: uh, sure. (she stops and listens) Interesting music. I don’t think I recognize it.
Hipstershy: Oh, ha-ha, I’m
sure you don’t recognize it. Most ponies don’t. They’re this totally lit band from Horsepun county, Coltorado? Who use vacuum cleaners, pieces of broken bells and the pained screams of ponies in burn wards to transmute the silent ether into their sound. So,
yeah, not quite the corporate top 40 stuff the big radio stations spoon-feed you. Though that new Songbird Serenade song is super-catchy, isn’t it? I may be a little…well, like you with this band when it comes to dating and like, kiss-culture? But to me, an old-fashioned love song is never gonna be passe`, you know?
Roseluck: I guess not. I mean, I guess…so?
Hipstershy: If you want to expand your horizons and open your mind to some tunes that are like whoa, we sell the music we play in here. And if you like it, or even if you’re just completely like
‘uuuuh, no!’, I’d love to talk about it with you.
Roseluck: Oh, well, I suppose I could always spare some time for new music. Plus, I just got a new cassette player and I should put it to good use.
Hipstershy: Pardon you? ‘Cassette’? As in, not wax cylinders? Oh, you precious little summer cinnamon child-roll. We play
oo-WAX-sssssss here, savvy? Oh! Do you wanna borrow my wax cylinder-player? I can’t leave the place unsupervised right this sec’, but tell Fluttershy I said you could use it.
Roseluck: wh-? Oh! Oh, I’m sorry, I kinda thought you
were Fluttershy.
Hipstershy: I get that
all the time and it’s kind of triggering me? But it’s like, not worth the stress to dwell on it, so I’m like, ‘who
ever’, you know? And it would really be lame if you got stressed out about it, so like…please don’t, okay? Hashtag notFlutterstressed.
Roseluck: ‘What’, not Flutter-stressed?
Hipstershy: I don’t know, it’s just a thing that feels right to say before I voice my thoughts sometimes.
And that’s what I think hipsters sound like. Also, it turns out I really couldn’t work with it. But at least I took up a minute of your time.