The sheepkin sat in front of her little podium near the entrance, emitting a yawn as she listlessly fiddles with the open guestlist in front her. The gala had been going on for quite some time now and almost everyone came at the very beginning, so she hadn't seen a single guest come in during her shift. The last hour or so has been quite the dull one indeed. Her eyes start to droop closed, and as she tries to blink herself awake she notices her vision blurring. She takes a moment to rub the sleep out of her eye.
When she looks back up she's shocked to see not one, but a little over a dozen figures entering. They were certainly larger than sheep, but that's about all she could tell of them, as their entire bodies were hidden in long white cloaks, with hoods pulled far over their heads, all of which seemed to have a strange protrusion.
She was a bit weirded out by the sight but nonetheless put on a smile and spoke up in her cheeriest fake voice, "Hello, and welcome to the Gala! Who might you all be?"
Not a single answer; they all quietly walk down the hall and pass her. "Uh, hey, wait a minute everyone! I need to get your names and make sure you've been invited!"
The figure at the front turns towards her, and lifts up a leg to expose a cloven hoof. He slowly waves it around near her face, and says, "You don't need to know our names. We've all been invited."
"I don't need to know your names." she hypnotically repeats. "You've all been invited."
She turns away from them, staring blankly at the entrance, allowing them all to proceed.
Yep. That just happened.
Silently they all step into the main hall, where most of the actually invited ungulates were enjoying themselves. The lead figure speaks up loudly, "Excuse me."
A few heads zip towards the group, who invite more than a few odd looks.
He takes off his hood, revealing a long white mane resting on even whiter fur, and most prominently a lengthy horn. From head to hoof he was about as pure white as could be, the closest thing to color being the shimmering silver of his irises. As the other figures behind him followed suit, they earned more and more wide-eyed gazes. Very very few of the partygoers had ever laid eyes on one before but it was clear as day to all of them that they were looking at a band of unicorns.
The head unicorn slowly looks around the room with a calm smile on his face. "I don't wish to be a bother, but by any chance, might any of you go by the name... DungeonMiner?"
When she looks back up she's shocked to see not one, but a little over a dozen figures entering. They were certainly larger than sheep, but that's about all she could tell of them, as their entire bodies were hidden in long white cloaks, with hoods pulled far over their heads, all of which seemed to have a strange protrusion.
She was a bit weirded out by the sight but nonetheless put on a smile and spoke up in her cheeriest fake voice, "Hello, and welcome to the Gala! Who might you all be?"
Not a single answer; they all quietly walk down the hall and pass her. "Uh, hey, wait a minute everyone! I need to get your names and make sure you've been invited!"
The figure at the front turns towards her, and lifts up a leg to expose a cloven hoof. He slowly waves it around near her face, and says, "You don't need to know our names. We've all been invited."
"I don't need to know your names." she hypnotically repeats. "You've all been invited."
She turns away from them, staring blankly at the entrance, allowing them all to proceed.
Yep. That just happened.
Silently they all step into the main hall, where most of the actually invited ungulates were enjoying themselves. The lead figure speaks up loudly, "Excuse me."
A few heads zip towards the group, who invite more than a few odd looks.
He takes off his hood, revealing a long white mane resting on even whiter fur, and most prominently a lengthy horn. From head to hoof he was about as pure white as could be, the closest thing to color being the shimmering silver of his irises. As the other figures behind him followed suit, they earned more and more wide-eyed gazes. Very very few of the partygoers had ever laid eyes on one before but it was clear as day to all of them that they were looking at a band of unicorns.
The head unicorn slowly looks around the room with a calm smile on his face. "I don't wish to be a bother, but by any chance, might any of you go by the name... DungeonMiner?"