MCFbronies

Twilight Sparkle was in a nondescript room. Hipparcos had said something about each member of the crew furnishing her own room, but the mare had completely forgotten about it. Well, not exactly forgotten. It had not really registered in her mind at all. That is, until she had entered her simple chamber, with its monochrome spread and default, flat-sided nightstand and dresser, and had been thoroughly bored by it. Somepony just now meeting Twilight might assume that she would like things utilitarian, simple, and uncomplicated. Granted, this wasn’t exactly untrue, but like anyone she preferred a measure of personalization, of familiarit