[IC] STOMP Super Spooktacular Special!

[CoffeeHorse]

The situation does not improve on its own.

"Would anypony help me up?"

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Maple's front leg shifts into a long tendril that coils around Night Cap and stands him on his feet. ... letting him go is recoils in on itself and returns to the shape of a tiny horse leg.

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"Thank you, Maplejack."

Green Night Cap then makes an effort - well, effort is a strong word- Green Night Cap then makes an attempt to wipe away some of the slime. It's not very effective, as his limbs are already coated too.

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Static grinned. "Some of the coolest comic heroes do wear eyepatches," he mused.

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"Static, you poor dear," said Amber, looking him over and putting a hoof on his shoulder.

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[CoffeeHorse]

Static takes a deep sigh and shrugs."Thanks, Amber. But I think it's better we just focus on the good side. Unfortunately, we lost some ponies last night. But...we did manage to save more than we lost. A lot of ponies are still alive that wouldn't otherwise be." He looks to Rhapsody. "Or at least...undead. A few added scars can't be counted as too bad a thing. Although..." Static rubs his chin thoughtfully. "...if anypony has some pruning sheers, I do have a bit of a vendetta against a certain rosebush!"

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Maple gasps... "GASP!" as her gardener instincts kick in.

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"Does anyone have a really tough brush? Or a mop?"

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"If you can stretch up enough for me to get under you, I can pick you up and carry you out of here Mr. Night Cap... I mean, if nopony did bring any goop remover." Maple answers after rummaging in her pack and coming up empty.

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"I only have a hairbrush, but Miss Monsoon might be able to help you, Mr. Cap," said Amber, still glancing uneasily at Static.

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[CoffeeHorse]

Static as still mulling over the reality of no depth perception. So he hadn't even considered how his field of vision had also been impacted. He hadn't noticed Amber staring at him until she got his attention by talking to Night Cap.

He sighed as he finally caught her glance. "Don't worry about me, Amber. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's adapt. I hardly got the worst of it tonight," he says, lifting his chin to the now vampiric Rhapsody. "You two should probably talk."

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As he inhaled sharply from the massive intake of alchohol, Scarlet felt like he been smacked in the face. Hard.

Clambering to his feet and finding it much harder than it should be, Scarlet 'walked' over to Static. Swaying only slightly, he hoped, the pegasus gave his friend a reassuring look.

"I'ym surr it'ss notas bd as you thing Static. Waittil we get some medics to look you ovre befrore resignin yurself. This niyt cud have bin far ,far wurse.

Frowning slightly, Scarlet added.

"Th rooms not actully spinnin, right?"

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Static raises an eyebrow. It only just then occured to him that he hadn't checked the bottle before giving it to Scarlet. He grabs the bottle and his eyes pop wide open. "Mezcal?" And the bottle was empty. "As long as you were on the wagon...please till me you didn't just down this in one gulp!"

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Scarlet laughed slightly unsteadily and grinned. Voice still strained and a bit raspy from the strong drink, Scarlet said.

"Aftre ths night. You bet i did!

...?

Why?"

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"I'll...have the aspirin ready for you in the morning."

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