The Discworld is a Matriarchial Society

[deaths_heritor]

[to family]

Since I don't think we're expecting any more new arrivals, I suggest we begin establishing some ground rules for us all to follow.  A tight ship is a happy ship.  For those of you less apt to picking up on this sort of thing, that's code for 'assigning chores', but there are other things that might bear discussing.  If we're going to

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[partysense]

[Pinkie Pie cheerfully comes home, a bunch of bright pink, yellow, purple, magenta, and other hideous shades of flowery dresses slung over her back. Bouncing into the house, she calls out happily.]

I found these really pretty free clothes!!

Ooh, when's the meeting again?

[deaths_heritor]

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[If Susan were an anime character, that vein would be twitching pretty darn hard. Settle for rapid hair rearrangement instead.]

Of course you did. You... You can just keep them in the basement, then.

And it's seven.

[partysense]

[Pinkie, as always, remains oblivious to anything but an atmosphere of good cheer.] I wonder why someone would leave this stuff lying around? I'm gonna wear one to the meeting tonight! [she speaks of the meeting as if it's an exciting party and not the distribution of chores.]

[deaths_heritor]

...I'm sure there was a perfectly good reason.

And I don't quite think you'll fit, Pinkie Pie. You'd need arms, for one thing. And a much smaller head.

[partysense]

O-oh... Maybe I'll do a bit of modifications! I'll get Rarity to help.

[...idea!] Do you want to wear one too, Miss Susan?

[deaths_heritor]

Oh. Oh, no, I have plenty of dresses already. Thanks.

[partysense]

Aw, okay. But you'd look so nice in this... [Holds up a magenta and yellow monstrosity with large hibiscus flowers all over it.]

[deaths_heritor]

What a terrible shame.

I'll tell you what. You'll just have to wear them for me. I'll help you cut holes - large holes - in all of these to fit you better.

[partysense]

Miss Susan, that's so nice of you! Thank you!

[guess who's already planning to surprise Susan with a bright rainbow one day.

guess who.]

[deaths_heritor]

You're very welcome.

Here, you can get started with these scissors while I clean up the dishes. Don't worry if you mess it up; there's plenty to work with here.

[Susan may vaporize.]

[partysense]

[Pinkie lets the dresses drop in a brightly-colored heap onto the floor and takes the scissors.] I'll be careful!

[she will now proceed to Be Distracted for At Least Five (5) Minutes.]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan will take this as a victory. The dishes are washed in a considerably more relaxed mood than when Pinkie Pie first walked in. She'll peer over when she's finished.]

How goes the project?

[Are they all cut to ribbons yet.]

[partysense]

[somehow, Pinkie's managed to cut out a variety of shapes from the dresses. none of them are circles. there's hearts, stars, diamonds, flowers, snowflakes, and even little people. Pinkie's managed to string a bunch of these together so that they're somehow sticking out of her mane and wrapped around her.

there are also several cut-out stars hanging from the ceiling by threads.]

Isn't it pretty?!

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan will stare silently for a moment or two, accessing her wordbanks to attempt to find the correct adjective for this. Pretty was decidedly not the right one.]

It... suits you.

[And indeed there was nothing she could think of that would be more fitting for the horse to wear.]

How on the Disc did you manage to reach the ceiling?

[partysense]

I jumped, of course!

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan will surreptitiously glance around to see if anything's fallen off the walls.]

But you'd have to have done a backwards flip to get anywhere close to the ceiling with your hooves. And you still don't have fingers.