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Dolly's Factory was an extortionary place, wonderful, magical even. Lights have their darks of course, who knows how many plushies had perished from the hands of their rejected forms. Speaking of the plushies, what makes a place feel so alive without the ones who live themselves?
There's Cinnabun, the timid yet sweet rabbit, Hi-Fly, the bird who always enjoys listening to a good tune, Shrubi, the curious scientist, a rose with magnificent brewing skills if you will. That is only naming a few of the plushies who reside within the factory.
Then there's the jester who will be the star of this tale, the one and only Meistro, a performer, director, and so much more; to entertain is his purpose, shall he do nothing more than to have a spotlight given to him and have the audience trilled with emotions only the best of plays can bring.
Not too long ago, something quite interesting had made itself present into the factory. Strange beings from the stars, "Kelpies" they were called, such fascinating things; upon their arrival, they had brought gifts and had been seen by the plushies while they explore the factory. Dolly, the maker of the plushies, had seem to enjoy their presence, such as excepted from her. Dexter seemed disconcerted by them but nonetheless took interest with what they had supplied.
What was the most interesting was that the Kelpies had presented constellational counterparts for the plushies, perhaps this was Dolly's doing with the assistance of these galactic creatures, Spinnette could have associated with the making of them as well, with those enchanting outfits they wear.
Meistro was surprisingly not doing much, he had seated himself on a bench of the train station where the plushies go to travel around the factory. It was not long then until his great friend and helpful seamstress, Spinnette, pranced her way to him with a similar, must one say bluer, replica of the arachnid.
"Heya Meistro!" Spinnette greeted with glee, "what are you doing?"
"Greetings to you too," Meistro replied "I do admit, I have not much to do."
"Do you want to spend time with us? It isn't often I see you hang around without doing anything."
"Sounds splendid indeed," he stood up from the bench, "now dear Spinettes, shall you take the lead."
"Oh, I have something!" Spinnette's constellational friend chimed "Mr. Playwriter, have you not seen the other you? The one that is like me but looks like yourself."
"I have not been aware," Meistro responded, "a me from the stars is here somewhere!"
"I know exactly where he would be, follow me." The blue-toned plush hopped away, Spinnette and Meistro followed.
The three went to the shop that was barely a stroll away. The interstellar seamstress was leading them to the roof of the building, however the only way to ascend to their destination is by a rather small elevator.
"Best if we go one at a time," Meistro said, "let's not make a cramped climb."
"I shall make my way up first, then the other me, then you." said the blue Spinnette, "How does that sound."
"That suits an orderly paste, hurry along with no time to waste!"
The elevator works quite swift. While waiting his turn, Meistro was still was thrilled to meet his constellational counterpart was when he was when he was informed about him existing. However, he had to ponder, would he be like him? Perhaps he might have a different way of speech such as the galactic variant of his dear friend. The style of communication is thin with difference; they share the same emotion yet way they express is slightly different.
Meistro was in such deep thought that it had took him a moment to realize the elevator had lifted up the others and had descended down for him to enter. He made his way into the piece of mechanical transportation and waited for it to send him upon the roof.
As the elevator stopped it ascent and open to release the performer, he could already hear chattering of familiar voices and one that sounded like his own. Having his gaze in front of him, he saw the Spinnettes interacting with what looks to be the cosmic version of him. What outfit he had, it was much more dashing, formal in a way. Meistro made his way over to the trio to greet him. The blue jester glanced over to see him, his expression appearing wonderstruck.
"I've been willing to meet you quite a lot," Meistro announced, "for it is I, your alternate counterpart." He bowed.
"Tis a pleasure to finally encounter you," the interstellar jester replied, "art thou this establishment's magnificent Meistro?" He spoke in an early modern style and his tone more smooth-spoken as if he was one to perform in plays of a restful setting. Meistro was expecting him to act differently but something about this unique take of him was, to put simply, charming.
"That is what I am known as, my, you do speak with such unique class." Meistro praised, wanting to note upon the way the other spoke in a positive sense. His galactic counterpart hummed in amusement.
"I expected the way I speak to be something easy to notice, must I say thou also have a voice of magnificence." The performer of the stars complimented. Meistro had been praised for many things, his writing, his acting, the plays he'd accomplished, to have something little as a vocal trait be adored was quite flattering.
The two arachnids had been listening, they looked at each other, they seemed to have a similar idea with the jesters' first dialogue with each other.
"You know I think Queenie hasn't met with her spacey version either." Spinnette blurted into the discussion, "The other me and I are going to go have them talk too, you two can stay hear if you want."
"It would be a delight for us to linger here longer." the blue playwriter responded, "Shall thou part with us I will not mind."
"Alright then, see you guys later." the two eight-legged plushies went to descend the way they made their way up the roof, Meistro waved goodbye while his mellow version only glanced with a grin.
"Now to recollect the motion," the constellational jester spoke, "shall we continue our discussion?"
"If that's what you want to do," Meistro replied, "then I'll love to."