Post by waxworks on Mar 29, 2013 1:13:40 GMT
What had once been a disused carriage house now exuded an ominous presence like some great looming dark creature made of wood. However this presence was somewhat undercut by an earth pony with the attitude of a fussy mother about to send her child off to its first day of school.
"Window blinds askew... check! Door super creaky, but not TOO creaky... check! Sconces illuminating flickering green lights and puffs of smoke every.... thirteen seconds! Check! That's the smoke... what am I forgetting... mirrors! Mirrors! Check! Smoke and mirrors? Check and check! Okay Waxworks, calm down, this is it, remember don't scare them until they're inside and paid their two bits and oh this is just so great and THE PONYVILLE HOUSE OF WAX IS OFFICIALLY OPEN!"
This proclamation bounced helplessly off a nearby wall, and thudded to the ground like a weakly propelled trout. A tumbleweed would've drifted past if it didn't have anything better to do, but tumbleweeds generally get up to some interesting things so the street was empty. Waxworks narrowed her eyes and leaned out peering this way and that, wondering if she had yelled loud enough.
"I should've put up fliers or something..." Her head bobbed back and forth for a moment as she thought, going a bit wall-eyed as she sunk deeper in thought. "AH! That's it!" Her eyes quickly snapped back to attention, having nodded off momentarily, "FANFARE! I need fanfare!"
With a preternatural speed Waxworks vanished into the dark recesses of the House of Wax's lobby and reemerged anxiously clutching a badly weathered concertina, a box of dried beans, and a thin cookie sheet.
"COME ONE COME ALL," she bellowed, squeezing a dramatic tone on the concertina, which wheezed and coughed. "Sensation! Horror! Shock!" She shook the box of beans, making a decent facsimile of a rainstorm, punctuating her statements with a single buck to the cookie sheet for simulated lightning strikes, "SEE THE CHANGLING QUEEN! COME FACE TO NON-FACE WITH THE HEADLESS HORSE! DARE YOU BRAVE THE HAUNTED HALLS OF THE HOUSE OF WAAAX?!"
And after this grand display she collapsed, the concertina sympathetically collapsing and groaning. She took several quick gasping breathes, "fiery furnaces... how the heck does Pinkie Pie pull this off twenty times a day..."
"Window blinds askew... check! Door super creaky, but not TOO creaky... check! Sconces illuminating flickering green lights and puffs of smoke every.... thirteen seconds! Check! That's the smoke... what am I forgetting... mirrors! Mirrors! Check! Smoke and mirrors? Check and check! Okay Waxworks, calm down, this is it, remember don't scare them until they're inside and paid their two bits and oh this is just so great and THE PONYVILLE HOUSE OF WAX IS OFFICIALLY OPEN!"
This proclamation bounced helplessly off a nearby wall, and thudded to the ground like a weakly propelled trout. A tumbleweed would've drifted past if it didn't have anything better to do, but tumbleweeds generally get up to some interesting things so the street was empty. Waxworks narrowed her eyes and leaned out peering this way and that, wondering if she had yelled loud enough.
"I should've put up fliers or something..." Her head bobbed back and forth for a moment as she thought, going a bit wall-eyed as she sunk deeper in thought. "AH! That's it!" Her eyes quickly snapped back to attention, having nodded off momentarily, "FANFARE! I need fanfare!"
With a preternatural speed Waxworks vanished into the dark recesses of the House of Wax's lobby and reemerged anxiously clutching a badly weathered concertina, a box of dried beans, and a thin cookie sheet.
"COME ONE COME ALL," she bellowed, squeezing a dramatic tone on the concertina, which wheezed and coughed. "Sensation! Horror! Shock!" She shook the box of beans, making a decent facsimile of a rainstorm, punctuating her statements with a single buck to the cookie sheet for simulated lightning strikes, "SEE THE CHANGLING QUEEN! COME FACE TO NON-FACE WITH THE HEADLESS HORSE! DARE YOU BRAVE THE HAUNTED HALLS OF THE HOUSE OF WAAAX?!"
And after this grand display she collapsed, the concertina sympathetically collapsing and groaning. She took several quick gasping breathes, "fiery furnaces... how the heck does Pinkie Pie pull this off twenty times a day..."