Okie Dokie Lokie, let's get this collab started!
Rules copied from Chrylight Collab, which in tun copied from it from the Twilestia Collab , which in turn copied from the Twiluna prompt collab, which copied(this is the last one) from the Appledash collab.

Alright Ponies! Let's do this thing! Octi and Vinyl shipping is a go!
Rules are as follows: Someone starts off by posting a 100-1500 word mini-fic about Vinyl and Octavia. At the end will be a one word prompt. If you would like to write a 100-1500 word Octascratch mini-fic relating to that prompt within the next four hours, comment right away to claim that prompt. Post the story when you finish, and add a one word prompt at the end for the next people to claim.
Simple enough? Just to make sure everything is clear: * The mini-fic can be in any style, any tag, AU, humanized, whatever. It can be a cute scene, a snippet of conversation, or an excerpt from an Equestrian history book. It's not expected to be preread or proofread, and if you've never written before that's just fine. Just try to keep it rated teen or lower and make sure it's 100-1500 words of fiction about Octi and Vinyl and it relates somehow to the prompt you claimed.
* Claim prompts with a quick post responding to the last post. Just the word "claimed" is fine. When you finish, make a post with the mini-fic and the next prompt.
* Your claim is valid for twenty-four hours, to keep someone from accidentally holding things up all day. After four hours, another person could post a claim for the same prompt. If you ran out of time, and no one else has claimed it, and you still want to write it, just go ahead and reclaim it.
* In the event that people become confused, and two fics are posted for the same prompt, the first one posted contains the official next prompt.
* Please include a one word prompt at the end of your fic. There are lots of words, and they can mean lots of things, and it's up to the next writer what they want to do with it.
So thats the rules! Anyone who's interested in playing once we have over 1,000 words I'll (That is me, Lyralover_777) publish our brand new story.
First Three Prompts:
Wub
Beat
Scratch

Sounds like it should be fun. I'll tentatively claim Beat. Depends on how much drive I have after writing my ChrysLight prompt.

Edit: May want to try and advertise this however possible as well. it'd suck if it didn't take off. OctaScratch is one of the bests ships.

We could always have people in trench coats going around saying "Hey...wanna write some OctaScratch?"

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Prompt: Wub.

It's been her and me for as long as I can remember now; it doesn't even seem strange any more, and no one in my laughably small social circle events comments on the unusualness. My life is one of routine, and I'm happy with that. My hoof slides down her body slowly, tracing every delicate curve of that smooth, silky shape.
The need overwhelms me and I reach for my bow; ribbon meets string, and music forms in the quiet apartment. It is amorphous and crude. My eyes are half-closed, I am lost in thought, and I let my hooves do what they will. Sad, sonorous notes sing out. I balance the cello against my chest while I fumble around for a piece of paper and a quill. The task would be much simpler were I a unicorn, but alas, I'm just an ordinary earth pony.
I quickly jot down the notes I am playing, the scratching sound of tip on parchment almost a tune in itself; the composition is rough, but it's something I can later refine. Like an author redrafting their stories. Music is another way of spinning a tale, and it has to be treated with just as much care.
Time passes and I realise that I am tiring; the cello leans heavily against me, though the cold wood is an odd comfort. Perhaps it's just the satisfaction of the familiar? I sleep, dreaming of my passion.
Wake up. Practice. Eat. Practice. Socialise. Practice. Run errands. Practice. Come home. Practice. This cello is my life and it dominates every waking thought I have … at least, it did, until this moment. A pony I've never seen before. Beautiful, wild, untamed. An electric blue mane contrasts sharply with an alabaster coat; I can't see her eyes, covered as they are by a gaudy pair of sunglasses.
The feeling is similar to the one I had when I received my cello, only more intense. I find it strange that I can feel this way about something that isn't a musical instrument. Her cutie mark is two bridged eighth notes, and I wonder … does she embody something that has been missing from my life up until now? Should I … talk to her? How do you talk to somepony who can do this to you without even realising it? What would my friends say?
“Play it cool.”
“Just be yourself.”
“The worst that can happen is that she'll say no.”
I approach her, words – stupid, pathetic words that mean so little due to overuse – being discarded as I try to find an opening gambit that won't make me appear foolish. I'm literally two feet away when my vision goes swimmy; it doesn't take me long to figure out that I've managed to trip over something, probably my own uncoordinated hooves, and am now sailing through the air.
With a thud, I collide with the gorgeous alabaster pony and she turns to look at me sharply. At least, I assume so, though her eyes remain hidden from me. “Careful,” she admonishes me bitingly, “you almost broke my stereo.”
My eyes flit to the ground and I see a rather expensive looking sound system that she's presumably just acquired, given how shiny it is. Her anger causes me to recoil and I can barely even stammer an apology.
I beat a hasty retreat back home, embarrassment etched across my muzzle. I feel sick to my stomach, so much so that I can't even muster the energy to go to my one true love. I collapse into bed, sobbing pitifully, wishing that I could take back the previous day and do things properly. Safely, boringly. Ponies like me are married to their work; they don't go on dates, or fall in love, or find a Special Somepony. Yet we're expected to write music about that stuff? What's that sound?
Somepony is knocking at the door. At this time of night, it's probably Lyra after having had another drunken fight with Sweetie Drops looking for somewhere to crash.
“Oh,” I say, opening the door, and I can only imagine the ridiculous expression on my face at seeing the last pony I ever expected standing there looking abashed.
“Hi,” she says. “Um, I hope you don't mind me turning up like this, but uh, a mutual friend told me where you lived and I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I'd had kind of a crappy day after a long gig and I just wanted to get home, but that's no excuse for my rudeness.”
“M-Mutual friend?” I asked.
“Lyra. I told her that somepony almost trampled my new stereo today, and when I described them to her, she said, Hey, that sounds like Octavia. Name's Vinyl Scratch, by the way.”
“Well, I appreciate you coming all this way to apologise, Miss Scratch. Um.” Don't screw this up now. “Uh, would you like to come in for a drink?”
“I'd appreciate that,” she says, tilting her sunglasses slightly so I can see her exquisite cerise eyes, stepping past me and into my small apartment. “Cosy. Nice cello,” she adds, spotting it lying astride the bed. “We should totally rock out one day.” She grins suggestively at me. “If you love the wubs, that is.”
My eyes darted between the beautiful pony and the cello. “I think I could learn to,” I say.

New prompt: Jingle.

3692769 Awesome! I have the story created and will post when it is one thousand words!

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3686675 I have submitted the story. I will post a link to it when it is visible.
Also, a new prompt has been made called Derpy, and Jingle is gone.
And for the heck of it I also create the prompt Record.

Here is a link to the collab! Octascratch Prompt Collab

what comes after jingle? by that I mean the next prompt?

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Derpy is the next prompt.

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ok thanks

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You're welcome. KoC came up with the prompt.

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I'll assume the Derpy prompt is already claimed, then?

3693147 Not at all. Feel free to claim it!
By the way, I will claim Scratch.

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Aww, damnit, I wanted to ask for that next.

Can you even claim your own prompts?!

3693166 Ehhhhhhh not really but there was nothing out else out there... Do you want Scratch? I'll give it to you if you're careful with it!

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It's not claimed until someone says they've claimed it.

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I'll PM you. You can decide for yourself if you like the idea or if you'd rather do something with it yourself.

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But nopony ever says that they claimed it. They only write that they claimed it. Which is a much better solution, since nopony can really hear you if you just say it in your room, or if you are outside someone might look at you funny.

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People look at me funny, anyway. What do I care that they're calling the nice men with the funny-smelling cloth whenever I run outside, screaming about pastel-coloured ponies and how they drive me insane with their constant demands for 'shipping collabs!

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'Kay.

Prompt List as of 10-11-14
Scratch- River Road
Scratch 2- Lyralover_777
Beat- Meltian
Derpy- OPEN
Record- OPEN
Cleaning- TaviPlaysTheBass

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Made it into the Popular Stories list.

3693503 IT DID!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?! OH MY FRICKIN GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

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Congrats.

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Hooray!
Here's to some more time in that box.

Okay Vinyl, take it cool. Her ear is twitching, but we can work with that. That doesn’t mean anything, her ear twitches all the time… It does whenever she talks to me, at least.

“Uhm… Tavi?” Vinyl slowly took a step towards her roommate, then very quickly took two steps back.

Okay, eye twitch. Eye twitch is bad, but we’ve seen it before. It’s nothing new.

…Maybe she won’t beat me up too much.

“Sooo… I guess I should probably have asked you before I took your stuff. But ponies do it all the time. It’s really not that big of a dea–“

Wrong choice of words! ALWAYS the wrong choice of words! Backtrack, abandon ship, do something!

“Okay, I understand that you are mad now. I mean, I took your stuff, and I’ll admit that there is a tiny… miniscule… practically non-existant chance that there is a little, unnoticeable indention in your Cartner record, but, uhm…”

Oh wow, I didn’t know her face could even look like that. Whatever you do, don’t look her in the eyes or you’ll–

Aaand there we are… Like a deer in the spotlights. It was nice knowing me. Try not to make a mess on the carpet when she kills us, or she might try to kill us a second time.

Vinyl instinctively ducked down, nervously grinning up at the other mare. “So, uhm… Do I get a headstart?”

Octavia took a deep breath, glaring past her nose at the unicorn. “You have two seconds. One…“

Vinyl was already out of the room and halfway through the house when she heard the ‘two’, followed by the sounds of hoofsteps in pursuit and the furious scream of a very angry Octavia Philharmonica.

“What kind of imbecile, braindead idiot would get the idea to forcibly drag a needle over a record just to spin the song back and forth?!”

New prompt: Cleaning

3693542 Loved it! My version of Scratch will be out sometime tomorrow!

Prompt: Scratch(2)

Drunk.
Everyone gets drunk.
And everyone who's been drunk knows that, well, once you're to far gone, there's no coming back until the morning with a lousy hangover.
But anyways, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were in the deepest depths of the word drunk. The were barely able to trot home, much less steer there bodies so they didn't hit anything.
Right?
Well, anyways, a drunken Vinyl, who was sloppily kissing Octavia on the neck, stumbled over a loose cobblestone in the road. She feel sideways and her horn dug deep into the side of a small carriage that ws well over the amount of money Vinyl would make in a year.
Or possibly her life, since it all went down the drain every time she got drunk.
Stuff happens.
Anyways, with her horn stuck in the expensive carriage's caboose, she pulled and began trotting along. She trotted until her horn popped free of the screeching metal of the vehicle.
She and Octavia looked behind themselves to see the carriage split in half, the top landing several feet away from its matching half.
And it's owner, the richest pony in Canterlot, Fancy Pants, had decided it was time to go home at that very moent.
In his new car.
But when he got outside, he saw two drunk mares standing next to his wrecked carriage. His face controted in anger as he set off after them. But being in a state of drunkenness himself, he tripped over a carriage part that had sprung free when it had become wrecked.
He toppled and rolled around the street. He was bowling quickly down the street, unable to control his movements. Octavia and Vinyl were in front of him, but barely, as their failed attempts at galloping left them wiping out across the whole road.
But soon the rolling ball of white fur that was Fancy Pants hit two mares, and all three were rolling down the road together like a giant white and gray snowball.
Soon, a manhole appeared. It stunk of filth and urine. It had bee left open by the construction ponies so they could work on it in the morning.
The pony snowball barreled towards the stinking hole, screaming louder.
Suddenly they plopped into the whole.
Screams of disgust and cries for help could be heard throughout the Canterlot night as the three ponies began to partially drown in feces.

Just a warning, this wasn't my best at all. My idea was kinda like River's, so I just modified it.
But it was still fun to write!
Next Prompt: Orchestra

I take Orchestra

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Drunk.

Everyone gets drunk.

And everyone who's been drunk knows that, well, once you're too far gone, there's no coming back until the morning with a lousy hangover.

But anyways, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were in the deepest depths of the word drunk. They were barely able to trot home, much less steer their bodies so they didn't hit anything.

Right?

Well, anyways, a drunken Vinyl, who was sloppily kissing Octavia on the neck, stumbled over a loose cobblestone in the road. She fell sideways and her horn dug deep into the side of a small carriage that ws well over the amount of money Vinyl would make in a year.

Or possibly her life, since it all went down the drain every time she got drunk.

Stuff happens.

Anyways, with her horn stuck in the expensive carriage's caboose, she pulled and began trotting along. She trotted until her horn popped free of the screeching metal of the vehicle.

She and Octavia looked behind themselves to see the carriage split in half, the top landing several feet away from its matching half.

And it's owner, the richest pony in Canterlot, Fancy Pants, had decided it was time to go home at that very moent.

In his new car.

But when he got outside, he saw two drunk mares standing next to his wrecked carriage. His face contorted in anger as he set off after them. But being in a state of drunkenness himself, he tripped over a carriage part that had sprung free when it had become wrecked.

He toppled and rolled around the street. He was bowling quickly down the street, unable to control his movements. Octavia and Vinyl were in front of him, but barely, as their failed attempts at galloping left them wiping out across the whole road.

But soon the rolling ball of white fur that was Fancy Pants hit two mares, and all three were rolling down the road together like a giant white and gray snowball.

Soon, a manhole appeared. It stunk of filth and urine. It had bee left open by the construction ponies so they could work on it in the morning.

The pony snowball barreled towards the stinking hole, screaming louder.

Suddenly they plopped into the hole.

Screams of disgust and cries for help could be heard throughout the Canterlot night as the three ponies began to partially drown in feces.

Just fixing a few typos there.
The story isn't bad, in general, but... I feel it could be a little more subtle. Or a lot more subtle. You're missing out on some suspense and comedic timing, in my personal opinion.

P.S.: When are you gonna upload my chapter?

3695236 Like I said, not my best work. Anyways, wrote at 5 in the morning. I wasn't the most aware of my surroundings myself. But thanks for the critique! I'm just gonna post my first because in the rules it says it doesn't need tpo be edited...but your help is highly appreciated!

Here is the new Prompt List as of 10-12-14

Cleaning- TaviPlaysTheBass
Orchestra-Cobalt Ravenscroft
Beat- Meltian
Record-Lyralover_777
Derpy- OPEN
Dye- OPEN

Prompt: Orchestra

Nerves. That’s good, nerves show you’re excited. But why now? This is my first night as First Chair and I have nerves.

Calm yourself, Octavia, I tell myself, she said she’d watch you, just focus on her.

Just as I pull myself out of my reverie the curtain raises, the stage of 50 performers suddenly exposed to the waiting eyes of the Canterlot elite. Full house, I notice as the applause begins quietly, reserved as always.

I quickly scan the gathered ponies, looking for my one beacon of calm, when I spot her with the rest of her Ponyville friends just off to the left of the stage a few rows back. They don’t matter, even if they are making more noise than anypony else here. No, all that matters is that my little ruffian came along to watch me. And she wore a suit, I giggled inside, I’ll enjoy taking that off later. She left her glasses at home, but her electric blue hair was enough for me to find her amongst the uniform blacks and greys of the orchestra’s usual audience.

Silence fell, and the conductor raised his baton in his magic, tapping it against his stand twice before the first note was played signalled to play. My first note. It was long, drawn out and sombre, the start of a true classic from Buck, centuries old but still able to draw a tear to my eye every time.

I played for a few minutes by myself, other sections slowly adding to the piece until everypony on stage was playing to the same slow tempo. It may not have been Vinyl’s cup of tea, or even her energy drink, but she was still swaying in her seat, lost to the timeless classic, maybe I could even take her to another orchestra, one I don’t have to perform in.

Back on track, muscle memory helping me to keep my composure while I zoned out, the first of our many songs was finishing. There was light applause from most but a loud cheer from Vinyl’s section, Was her name Pinkie? It would certainly fit.

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Four hours later and the orchestra’s last song finished, everypony on stage rising from their seats to the gentle vibrations of an auditorium full of emotional ponies clapping against the floor. The last piece was a personal favourite and the first piece I ever played to Vinyl, so I asked if that could be our finale, and since I was first chair the conductor agreed. I’m pretty sure I even saw a tear in Vinyl’s beautiful magenta eyes.

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I was so happy that my apartment was so close to the auditorium, and even happier that Vinyl offered to carry my cello in its case in her magic. My muscles were so sore from the repetitive motion but it was pleasant, letting me know I had earned the applause and adoration.

But all I needed right now was Vinyl, now lying on my bed still in her suit. I’d soon change that.

WOO! I did a thing, so long since I actually wrote anything.
Next prompt: Dye

Imma claim Record.

I claim Derpy!

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Five hours ago she was watching TV with her wife.
Two hours ago she left the house to go to the weekly lesson of Sweetie belle.
Three minutes ago she reached her house to see something disturbingly shocking

“What the hay are the two of you doing!” Screamed Octavia at the top of her lungs.

On entrance’s floor of the house was none other than her wife, Vinyl Scratch, and the local mailmare, Derpy Hooves. But that wasn’t the shocking part, what was though was seeing them kiss.

“Wait Tavi, I can explain!” Vinyl shouted as she scrambled her legs to stand up.
“One moment misses philharmonica, It’s all my…” Despy started but,
“Right, I’m sure you have a really good excuse for having the mailmare kissing you on the floor” Octavia angrily interrupted.
“I really do Tavi, you know that I love you and that you’re the only one for me” Vinyl pleaded.
“She is saying the tru...” Derpy started again but, “Look Derpy, right now I want to know why my wife was kissing another mare in the entrance of our house. I’ll ki-talk to you later” Octavia commanded in a tone that ALMOST concealed her fury.

“Yes, sir! Good luck, misses Scratch” Derpy said as she started to walk outside of the house.

“Now, Vinyl my dea-mmh” Octavia started, but Derpy being a little bit herself, tripped on the door mat and ended up on top of Octavia with their lips touching.
To them it was clear it was an accident, but if another pony would have, let’s say, walked by and looked, It would have seemed as if they were kissing.

“I told you I had a good explanation!” Said Vinyl as she helped her wife up.

My attempt at comedy.
So yeah, I think that anypony who has watched a little bit of anime, has seen this scene. That’s what I was going for, though.

The next prompt will be… Spork!

Just after posting it I saw that I started in first person and magically changed to third!

Yes, Golden is mine, be prepared for feels

Golden

As it always was when she came here, it was raining. At least ponies couldn’t see her crying, that wouldn’t be cool.

And at least she wasn’t alone. No, that was wrong, she was never alone, but this time she was joined by a grey mare she loved deeply.

They made it to their destination, most of the journey having been silent, as was fitting. The two mares; one old and white with a faded blue mane, and the other young and grey with a softer blue mane.

“Hi babe,” Vinyl spoke to the stone in front of her, her age not showing in her voice, “it would have been 50 years today, y’know?”

Silence responded, as it had for the past four and a half years.

The younger mare wrapped a hoof around Vinyl’s withers, pulling her close, “It’s okay, mum,” Vinyl’s daughter spoke softly, her own motherly experience showing through her own grief.

“Thanks, Arpeggio,” the aged mare said between sobs.

“Wow, my full name this time, you must be sad,” Arpeggio teased, a habit she picked up from the mare she was embracing.

Vinyl chuckled, thinking before she spoke, a habit her late wife had taught her, “Octi chose it, only seems right to use it around her.”

Silence fell over the mares again. The only sound around them was the pattering of rain on their black umbrella, but neither mare cared at that point. Vinyl was just glad she could spend time with her wife with nopony interrupting her. Arpeggio was glad her mother was smiling; it had been so long since she’d done anything to make her happy.

After what seemed to be the longest time Vinyl had ever been silent, her daughter broke the embrace and spoke up, “Hey, mum,” she started quietly so as not to startle the reminiscing mare, “you’ll never guess what the twins found this morning.”

This got Vinyl’s attention, her grandfoals always managed to do something to brighten her day, “What was it sweetie?” She turned to face her daughter who brought something out of her saddle bags with her rose coloured magic. Floating in front of Vinyl’s bare face was a small plastic case, inside which was a CD.

“Do you remember this one, mum?”

“Of course, Arppy,” Vinyl smiled softly, “it was my first track with our favourite mare. Look babe,” she turned with the disk now in her magic, now facing her wife’s headstone, “our track.”

More silence followed, but Vinyl felt her wife smiling down at her as the clouds began to part above their heads.

“Arpeggio,” Vinyl addressed her daughter, suddenly sounding serious.

“Yes, mother,” she replied, almost hesitantly, “what is it?”

“Just mum with me sweetie,” the older unicorn corrected sweetly, “Do you know your mother’s part?”

This took the younger unicorn by surprise. She had inherited Octavia’s skill with the cello, following in her footsteps as much as she could, even down to learning her own songs, “O-of co-course, mum, why do you ask?” She had an idea, but the very thought made her eyes well up with tears.

“What do you say we play it later? At the party?” the DJ asked.

“M-mum, thank you,” Arpeggio was crying freely now, “I’d be honoured.”

“And it would be an honour for me to play with you too,” Vinyl hugged her daughter tight, “I think I need to remind my friends how cool I still am.”

Arpeggio giggled, her tears of joy slowly tracing along her muzzle as she completed the embrace, “Maybe even get your glasses off the mantle?”

“You bet.”

They held their embrace for some time until the grey mare broke it, “She really loved you, mum,” she said with a half-smile on her face.

“And I never loved anything more, not even my music,” Vinyl was still smiling, but fresh tears were forming in her eyes, “And I made it very clear.”

“And there’s the Vinyl she fell in love with,” her daughter teased.

Vinyl chuckled, the only thing that defined her age, “Come on, let’s let my babe sleep. Bye Octavia, I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you, mother, I’ll come back soon.”

What do you guys think? Not my best but I felt this was the best way to get my own experience across. Btw, if you didn't get the Golden aspect, think 50th wedding anniversary.
Next prompt: Mouse

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3701066 I take "Mouse" then. Be prepared for.....something, I don't know I haven't started it yet

3701091 I'm sorry Fluttershy, please don't cry

Well, I've never written anything this fast, but what can I say? The wubs inspired me....

Vinyl couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. The mare she so loved was standing on the tip of her hooves, trying her best not to touch the ground, her forelegs wrapped around her pelvis.

“C’mon” – Vinyl couldn’t help but let her amusement pass through her voice, the situation was just that funny. – “It’s just a mouse, what are you so afraid of?”

She could feel the irregular heartbeat of the other mare, as well as her shaky hooves running through her body. The mare wanted comfort, and while Vinyl wouldn’t mind, and in fact, would appreciate the closeness, she couldn’t see why a mouse, a creature dozens of times smaller than Octavia, would scare her like that.

“They just.....oh” – Vinyl once again felt the closeness and the way she stumbled into her words, and the sharp breath she had taken, she could see the small pearly tears starting to form, and she didn’t like it one bit. She might not have been the best mare friend, or friend, or just the best person who Octavia would like to spend some time with (though, for some semblance of a miracle it was her she had chosen), but she could see she was shaken.

It was due to that circumstance that her voice, previously tainted with the sound of amusement, went down to a whisper and she sounded worried, her next line was one spoken with the utmost care.
“They just what? What’s wrong Octavia? Is there anything....?”

The responses was a desperate and whinny no, and Vinyl, careful not to let the mare that had buried her head in her fur see, rolled her eyes.

“I just don’t like them! They’re filthy, they spread disease, and they’re very very very bad!”

Vinyl felt the urge to roll her eyes again, but something stopped her, she could see those bright eyes looking at her, and even obscured by some salty water, she still could see how much she loved them.
She started slowly stroking the back of Octavia’s mane, going further down and down into her back before returning upwards, she wasn’t very good at that, but she had least had to try.

Octavia smiled at the effort, and though it was a shaky one, Vinyl beamed with happiness when she saw the smile of her mare-friend.

“Look....” Vinyl had a slightly slurred speech, she had been drinking and partying, and she had just stumbled home in the early crack of dawn, only to be awakened by that high pierced scream. She wasn’t annoyed though, she just.....

“I know I’m not the most clean of ponies, or heck, there are probably sewer ponies who stink less than my house, and me, do.” – She took a tantalizing sniff at herself, she had just stumbled into bed, not even bothering with a shower. – “And, yeah, I’ve got a rat or two in here, I call them Mickey and Minnie”

Her crass attempt at a joke wasn’t really that funny, and Octavia winced at that particular joke. – “But if it means so much to you, I’ll throw them out, they don’t pay rent anyway.” – This joke caused her to give a small chuckle, and Vinyl loved that smile.

“Th...thanks” – She could see it, the wet fur of Octavia’s face was starting to get less and less soaked, as the smile passed through the sadness.

And, more than anything she loved the feeling that it gave her, making the other mare happy. Mice or no mice.

And now I need a prompt, eh, what about.....Classic

That sounds good. Good luck!

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Prompt: Record

Octavia struggled to stand upright as she aimed the video camera at Vinyl's face, who was quickly mixing a few beats together. The product was a loud clashing of instruments that made you want to dance.
Octavia watched as the camera wobble din her hooves. Vinyl began to crank up the sound until it was blasting the most decibels it could.
Octavia watched as the camera shook, moving around frantically like a foal doing the potty dance. Soon the camera launched itself from her hooves when a strong blast of snare drum emitted from Vinyl's disc scratching and tune mixing.
Octavia juggled the camera in her hooves for several seconds before tripping over a stray cord that connected to Vinyl's sound board. She fell and yanked the cord out of its socket. \
The loud blasting music ceased instantly. The quiet seemed to have a sound as Octavia groaned, rolling onto her back, rubbing her ears slowly to ease the pain.
Vinyl leaned over her, smiling ecstatically.
"Did ya get it?" she inquired.
Octavia groaned and held up the wretched video camera. Vinyl swooped it up with her levitation, clicking the buttons, trying to bring up the video.
"Tavi, it didn't even record!"
Octavia groaned before collapsing in a heap.
"Want to do it again?"
"NO!"

Next Prompt: Vibrations

3701951 Here's an updated prompt list!
Prompt List as of 10-14-14

Beat- Beat is now OPEN since Meltian hasn't renewed their hold on it.
Spork- OPEN
Classic-OPEN
Vibratons-OPEN
And since we seem to be running a tad short on prompts at the moment, I hereby create the prompt:
Tirek- OPEN

Um, I'd like to join the festivities here in this musical world. I hereby claim the prompt Vibrations and will be posting shortly, I hope.

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It's the prompt dye taken? if it's not then I won't mind using it...

3702336 Don't think anyone took it, have fun with it

I'll be disregarding most of my reservations. Behold the product of relatively rapid writing and little filtering. I hope you come to enjoy this.
Current prompt: Vibrations.

Octavia was trotting away. The music simply stopped following her, abruptly. She didn't like it when the music stopped. Not when it always felt so lonely without. Everypony had a music. A song. When she looked at ponies, she could feel them, hear them, hear their music as they trotted about carelessly. Perhaps with a purpose. Vinyl felt lost in the darkness, cold in the darkness where she stood. She could no longer tell where she was. Her sense of time dwindled away with the rest of the song trailing behind the mare.

"If you're so sure of yourself, then go. You don't need me. You never did need me."

She wanted to gallop after her. She wished to chase that black tail and the immaculate grey mare it belonged to. No doubt, the mare would laugh if she learned that Vinyl Scratch would ever use such a formal word. The pristine white DJ was, after all, anything but formal. Vinyl often described herself as a beast. A beast of beats, somepony to bring a more profound livelihood to festivities and to other celebrations.

"That's what you wanted, right?"

And now, here she stood; lost, no longer a beast as she stared hopelessly after the cellist. Suddenly, Vinyl sang, the notes dancing about in her throat and in her chest, as if they were about to rip themselves out of her body. The singing didn't stop. Vinyl continued to sing as more and more notes fled from her song and intertwined with the mare's as they both faded into the distance. Her throat felt dry, yet she continued to sing. Her song become a melodious screech, and a pain started to form softly around her heart, in her lungs. Her throat hurt so much.

"I'll let you do what you want. You're strong enough to handle yourself on your own."

The mare didn't look back. She teased her, she was still perceivable where she trotted in her slow, careless gait. The world started getting darker. The mare trotted on without a care. The song was sung, enveloping her. Vinyl could feel it too. The song was taken from her. She fed her, after all. That mare. She...

With that, the song stopped.

Vinyl awoke sobbing. She gasped, her gaze fearful as she looked about the unfamiliar room, tears were streaming down her eyes with her labored breathing. It was still dark.

She candidly dried her tears with her hoof, noisily blowing her nose on the side of her foreleg. A little "ahem," and she felt almost cool once more.

She realized now that she wasn't in a stranger's home. Last night finally came to mind. Vinyl had always been that kind of filly. Walking about in the dead of night, catching notes and beats, sometimes a little rest. When not gathering, she enjoyed attending parties or performing in them. There were sufficient with beats there.
Vinyl particularly enjoyed beat over note. They seemed much more clear and rememberable. Not like an old lullaby, a transient capriccio, or a distant sonata...

Then there was Octavia. Proud, strong, kind and the little arrogant Octavia. She was the complete opposite of the profound and clear. She was timeless, beautiful, vivid, yet like a dream, and Vinyl couldn't help losing herself just a little in her eyes whenever they would meet hers.
Of course, she knew it was wrong. Not to feel this way, naturally. Vinyl didn't give a dam or hay what any mule of a pony had to say of their relationship. They had been together now for almost six months. What plagued Vinyl so was simply the incessant mind of hers, playing tricks on her, making her lose her cool.

Finally, she could think straight. The darkness was still annoying, but it was at least bearable. Vinyl stepped out of bed, and gazed into the hallway beyond her door. Trotting outside, she could sense the song coming from downstairs, and she could smell something delicious in the same area. Vinyl licked her lips, and promptly made her way down the stairs; "Good morning, Vinyl. Have we slept well?" The comment was accompanied with a little smile, no doubt. Vinyl trotted into the kitchen, abruptly assaulted with a myriad of various smells. Octavia's cooking was something to look forward to, Vinyl recalled swiftly. "Yeah, Octy! I've been just peachy all night long. Particularly during my sleep." The obligatory joke. "Although now that you you mention it, I've been feeling a bit under the weather. I have been yearning for a few octaves to play through my dreams now and then..."

"In your dreams indeed." Octavia rolled her eyes and gave the DJ a peck on the cheek. "Do find yourself a chair, princess charming." And on the horn, Vinyl giggling. "I fear you may contract a dreadful case of baboonitis should you stand about as you are. We must quarantine you to the dining room for now." Octavia turned around and resumed making breakfast. Obediently, Vinyl entered the adjutant space, and found herself a chair on which to wait.

Vinyl sighed. Sometimes, it felt so easy to just pretend. It was difficult, no doubt, but at least she wouldn't feel so bad that she kept it secret. The notes were far more tranquil now. She could keep them somewhat apart. She felt as though she could finally get back into being herself.

"...Are you going to talk about what's wrong?"
Vinyl started. She didn't recognize that note.
"Vinyl, please tell me me what's troubling you."
Everything was wrong. Why was everything wrong? It had been completely fine just a moment earlier.
Vinyl panicked. It was dark. It was dark, again. Vinyl felt a chill travel her spine, her horn itching, her eyes drying up. Nothing made sense. The dark ess erased.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?!"
A shocked silence followed. She realized she had made a mistake. "Vinyl? Are you... quite all right?"
"Octy?"

Sweet Celestia, she had ruined everything. It was all over.

An image of a wide-eyed mare blurred into existence. Her coat was grey, her mane black as darkness.
"I-I....O-o-octy?"

Tears streamed both both of their eyes. They streamed down all four. There were no words. Only sadness.
Wordlessly, the song continued. Octavia lunged. Vinyl almost sang with it. Hooves came swiftly, fast and merciless. Suddenly they were around her. The song went on, then—
Vinyl wrapped her hooves around her marefriend. They shared warmth. Vinyl felt she was returning.

The food starting overcooking. Octavia placed a kiss on her marefriend's lips, and the two locked tight their sorrow. It was only them that moment. Octavia, Vinyl, and the ruined breakfast. For now, Vinyl thought, they could sing one song at a time, at a faster pace.

She wept just a little, too.

Next prompt: Stolen.