That, *She says, taking the flute from Whiplash Twister,* sounds like a great idea. *Quasar grins, offering the glass up in toast before downing it.*

Sure thing. *Gestures with her flute for Whiplash Twister to lead the way, blissfully ignorant of @mlp_Gerry nearby.* Right beside you.

*Spends her evening mingling and wreaking havoc.*

*Rubber-banding vigorously. She’s still wearing her gala dress but it’s looking a little worse for wear and she’s missing a horseshoe, and her hairs a mess.*

*Audible blink.*

blink

For what it's worth I'm not dead. ... Not officially. The doctor's will never take me alive! ... or dead.

YES, I SAID BLINK OUT LOUD. FIGHT ME. *Faceplants in a nettle-bush and passes out.*

*Beeep.*

*Growls~.*

*In her go-to position: face-down in the dirt. She’s laying in the garden, goosebumps prickling all over her body in the harsh fall breeze, but not seeming to care either.*

*A song plays in the back of her mind; a constant reminder of all of her failures. A repetitive prodding, nagging her thoughts with 'you could have done better'. Life stinks.* *Whinnies.*

*Shivers.*

*Quasar is cwtched up on the sofa with a pillow hugged against her middle, watching the record spin lazily in the turntable across the room. She's had the same song on repeat for hours now.*

Birthday gift for Ta-bee-a🐝(Tavia)🏳️‍🌈 ❤️🫂 #MLP #mlpoc #Birthday

>.o Urgh...

*Awakens where she had fallen asleep the night before; in a murky cave who knows where. Obviously, Quasar knows, but /you/ don't. She rubs her eyes with a yawn, takes one look around, then vanishes in a hornflash, the subsequent magi-splosion causing a rockslide in her wake.*

*Projectiles*

ô.o

*A little purple unicorn haunts just outside the boundaries of Equestria. Existing. She does little more.*