Outside 75 Godiva Street, Monday morning
Pinkie loved her some Monday mornings, especially bright sunny ones, when lots of townspeople would be out and about to say hello to. This morning, she was wearing her very finest designer saddle bags (a gift from Rarity last Hearth's Warming Eve) as she trotted down Godiva Street to do some morning shopping. She knew most folks she passed by name at least and greeted them with a bright smile and a wave.
All was right in Pinkie Land. It almost always was.
EliotEliot was just returning home from an early jog around the island when he spotted it. Her. Jesus. He just didn't know. There was no mistaking her, even if she weren't singing cheerfully to herself in time to her own -- hooves? he guessed? Surely there wasn't more than one creature that color on the island.
"Seriously? People are calling that a horse?"
Pinkie"Pony, actually," Pinkie said, unphased. She trotted over. "And they probably mostly call me Pinkie Pie, 'cause that's my name!"
EliotHallucinogens, Eliot thought. That damned shit from Bogatá. There was no other explanation. Absolutely non. Never mind that he'd had his morning coffee, and the stuff from Bogatá didn't work with stimulants. Never mind that he didn't feel drugged. (It was a very distinctive feeling.) Fuck. He was going to have to start learning how to fight vampires and zombie viking bears, wasn't he. And, apparently, sentient disfigured horses.
PinkiePinkie blinked at him. He'd been quiet a good long while! Maybe he was shy.
"Hi!" she said brightly, offering a hoof. "Like I said, I'm Pinkie Pie. You must be new. I know that, 'cause I know everypony in town! At least I try to. Some of them are new. And others are shy. And some are both! It's okay to be new and/or shy, it's still superamzingtastic to meet you!"
EliotEliot stared a little longer. Then he slowly pulled out his phone, turned on the video function, and started recording.
Pinkie"Oh!" Pinkie said. "Is that how you communicate where you're from? That's super neat! Hang on!" She pulled her own phone out of her saddlebag with her teeth, grabbed it with her hoof, and held it up. It took some facial gymnastics, but Pinkie finally managed a stare to match Eliot's.
EliotEliot dropped his arm. "Don't do that."
Pinkie"Ooop! Sorry! I'm not totally fluent in human etiquette just yet. But -- oo! -- you spoke again! You can talk, hurray! What's your name?"
Eliot"Eliot." It came out before he could decide for sure if he actually wanted the creepy pink pony to know his name. "You're not a hallucination, are you?"
Pinkie"Nope! You're thinking of pink elephants."
EliotOh god. Why did he stop recording? He needed to send that one to Nate.
Pinkie"Anyhoo!" Pinkie checked the watch she was totally already wearing on her foreleg at the top of the scene. "I'm a little behind schedule. There's still lots to do before my new class starts on Wednesday! So no time to chat, I'm afraid. It was super great to meet you, Eliot! Let's do lunch sometime!"
EliotAnd that's how he got "let's do lunch" from a pony. Sophie needed that one.
PinkiePinkie blinked at him. He'd gone all quiet again. "If you were a pony," she decided, "you would have an empty speech bubble for a cutie mark. We can do a really quiet lunch. Toodaloo!" She waved and grinned one last time and trotted off.
EliotEliot watched her go, still working on processing the whole actual talking pink pony-like creature thing.
". . . What the fuck is a cutie mark?"
[ooc: That's right, it's so slow today at work that I just handcoded a preplay with myself. I regret nothing!]
All was right in Pinkie Land. It almost always was.
EliotEliot was just returning home from an early jog around the island when he spotted it. Her. Jesus. He just didn't know. There was no mistaking her, even if she weren't singing cheerfully to herself in time to her own -- hooves? he guessed? Surely there wasn't more than one creature that color on the island.
"Seriously? People are calling that a horse?"
Pinkie"Pony, actually," Pinkie said, unphased. She trotted over. "And they probably mostly call me Pinkie Pie, 'cause that's my name!"
EliotHallucinogens, Eliot thought. That damned shit from Bogatá. There was no other explanation. Absolutely non. Never mind that he'd had his morning coffee, and the stuff from Bogatá didn't work with stimulants. Never mind that he didn't feel drugged. (It was a very distinctive feeling.) Fuck. He was going to have to start learning how to fight vampires and zombie viking bears, wasn't he. And, apparently, sentient disfigured horses.
PinkiePinkie blinked at him. He'd been quiet a good long while! Maybe he was shy.
"Hi!" she said brightly, offering a hoof. "Like I said, I'm Pinkie Pie. You must be new. I know that, 'cause I know everypony in town! At least I try to. Some of them are new. And others are shy. And some are both! It's okay to be new and/or shy, it's still superamzingtastic to meet you!"
EliotEliot stared a little longer. Then he slowly pulled out his phone, turned on the video function, and started recording.
Pinkie"Oh!" Pinkie said. "Is that how you communicate where you're from? That's super neat! Hang on!" She pulled her own phone out of her saddlebag with her teeth, grabbed it with her hoof, and held it up. It took some facial gymnastics, but Pinkie finally managed a stare to match Eliot's.
EliotEliot dropped his arm. "Don't do that."
Pinkie"Ooop! Sorry! I'm not totally fluent in human etiquette just yet. But -- oo! -- you spoke again! You can talk, hurray! What's your name?"
Eliot"Eliot." It came out before he could decide for sure if he actually wanted the creepy pink pony to know his name. "You're not a hallucination, are you?"
Pinkie"Nope! You're thinking of pink elephants."
EliotOh god. Why did he stop recording? He needed to send that one to Nate.
Pinkie"Anyhoo!" Pinkie checked the watch she was totally already wearing on her foreleg at the top of the scene. "I'm a little behind schedule. There's still lots to do before my new class starts on Wednesday! So no time to chat, I'm afraid. It was super great to meet you, Eliot! Let's do lunch sometime!"
EliotAnd that's how he got "let's do lunch" from a pony. Sophie needed that one.
PinkiePinkie blinked at him. He'd gone all quiet again. "If you were a pony," she decided, "you would have an empty speech bubble for a cutie mark. We can do a really quiet lunch. Toodaloo!" She waved and grinned one last time and trotted off.
EliotEliot watched her go, still working on processing the whole actual talking pink pony-like creature thing.
". . . What the fuck is a cutie mark?"
[ooc: That's right, it's so slow today at work that I just handcoded a preplay with myself. I regret nothing!]