Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.
This is a bit dated, yes, but it's not getting any less so.
It was a truth universally acknowledged, even after the world changed, that no one liked Mondays. Even Twilight had to admit that she'd rather plan out her own curriculum for improved socialization, understanding of magic, and general study than go through the motions in classes she'd already mastered.
But this Monday seemed especially noisome to some members of the Lunch Table of the Pantheon. (Sunset had all but commanded her worshipers to stop calling it that. It hadn't helped.) Three scowled down at their lunches like they'd insulted their mothers.
Pinkie Pie skipped her way there, tray in hand. "Hiya, girls! How were your weekends?"
Fluttershy, Twilight, and Sunset all gave her looks of varying levels of nervousness. The others just grunted.
"Yeesh, tough crowd. What hit you guys with the the grumpy stick? I thought you were all excited about the Ultra Bowl!"
Twilight blinked. "Oh. That was this weekend?"
"You wouldn't think it," spat Dash. "That game was a freaking nothing-burger!"
Applejack nodded. "Double nothin'-burger with a side o' hooey is what it was."
Rarity set down the fork she'd been using to mutilate her salad and sat up. "Darlings, you're being far too kind. That absolute travesty of a football game was a painstakingly prepared nothing étouffée served on a bed of wilted competitive balance, liberally seasoned with overblown production values, and tainted with the bitter aftertaste of hypocritical overofficiation. And as if to add insult to injury, the Loyalists won again." After a moment of everyone else at the table staring at her, she cleared her throat and said, "Er, not that I—"
Applejack shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. "Rares, that was our date last night. Y'ain't foolin' no one by sayin' y' don't care about football."
"With your dad, it's in your blood," added Dash.
Pinkie raised a finger. "So are we just going to ignore Rarity's crown of plastic forks, or..."
"I was going to bring up the halo of cutlery if no one else was," said Twilight.
"Hmm?" Rarity blinked and noticed something pass by in the top of her vision. She whipped out her compact a moment later to see half a dozen forks orbiting her head, along with the occasional bluish crystal, all wrapped in her magic. The tableware went back to the table and the crystals evaporated into nothing even as she watched. "Oh. Goodness. I hadn't realized I felt quite that strongly about the whole debacle."
"Hey, I'm right there with you," said Dash. Applejack nodded.
"That would explain the wave of dissatisfaction that swept the nation last night," said Sunset. "Still, it's not like there were riots like last year."
"Yeah," Applejack said with a shrug, "well, it helped that—"
Rarity elbowed her in the ribs. "We found a different and unspecified outlet for any and all frustration we might have felt at the time." A few forks began to orbit her head again. "Which we needn't elaborate upon."
Applejack dragged her hat over her face. "I was jus' gonna say it helped that we wasn't expectin' much."
"Oh." Rarity took the looks the others were giving her and felt herself flush. "Oh dear."
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Nice!
And the stress telekinesis is new?
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I stopped caring about American football a few years ago, but even I could tell that this year's Super Bowl was a lot of nothing. Guess that's what happens when both teams suddenly prioritize defense over offense.
Both sides were on the defensive? Good grief. If it were both sides being offensive or at least one. It would of been entertaining at least.
I didn't see the Superbowl. What was bad about it?
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Worse. Stress HALOS. The worship is just making all this so much worse.
"the halo of cutlery" sounds like something a gourmet angel might have. I approve!
Wait, didn't the girls already know about Rarikack? Or is it a new development and I'm mixing stories?
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Knowing they're dating is a different matter from knowing the whens and whys of them getting physical.
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I'm not sure if they know or not, but knowing that they were goinking each others brains out is another thing entirely.
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Plenty offensive about American Football. There was a proper winner, though.
The advertisers.
I see what ya did there
"coughcough" But yeah, I'm with Eroraf86: I'm not really into football, not even when I was little. Kept expecting to get a pointy ball to the face Not to say that this wasn't awesome, of course! Especially the RariJack
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Stress + high-dexterity telekinesis + affinity for needles = Queen of Blades (not the Zerg one.) This is one of the reasons why it's a very good thing that Sunset kept the geodes in the Stump of Harmony in this world; if Rarity had had hers on hand, this would've gotten a lot more Final-Fantasy-bossy before it got better.
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Nothing happened. It was a largely defense-oriented standoff with only six points scored in the first three quarters. The most interesting thing that happened was the first pass of the game getting intercepted.
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The shock was definitely more over the intimate details than the couple being a couple. Rarity's insistence for the rest of the day that they were just "playing a very intense game of Scrabble" not only didn't help, it cemented "Scrabble" as an in-joke euphemism within the group.
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That's actually debatable. It felt like the network was using half of the advertising spots. Not sure if they'd reserved those in advance or if the spots undersold. Either way, not a lot of exposure for anyone other than CBS.
The entire thing could be symbolized by the halftime show.
A brief taste of "Sweet Victory", followed by a flood of disappointment.