Ursa Major Campfire [early evening]

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke, after an afternoon of searching, had finally found the ride that went with the terrifyingly pony-sized helmet he'd woken up with.

Sadly, it wasn't a airplane. Or a shuttle.

It was...a scooter.

And the ground wasn't exactly level enough for a pony driving a scooter to be a comfortable match. So Luke's pretty, pretty  tail was now full of dirt and

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[multiplez]

Z trotted over. "Luke!...is that a scooter?" she wondered. "Why does a pony need a scooter?"

[tatooine_doofus]

"I have no idea," Luke admitted, "but they are very safety-conscious scooter people. It took Artoo ten minutes to get the helmet on my head."

Mostly because Artoo had been far too busy saving the entire day for posterity.

"Want to try it?"

[multiplez]

Z pranced a little as she thought about this. And told Artoo, "Here, this is my good side." Then it was back to the vexing issue of the scooter. "How do you even control it with your hooves?"

[tatooine_doofus]

"Your invisible little girl pushes you Very carefully," Luke said. "I've fallen off once or twice."

Artoo helpfully told Z exactly how many times Luke had fallen off. It was way more than twice.

[ecirpnellehada]

Even as a pony, Adah limped, and so the traverse back from the clinic took twice as long, because she had almost twice the body mass, twice the bum legs and twice the length of crooked spine. She swore that even her tail seemed to lilt tragically to the left. Either way, she was contemplating exactly how she intended to climb into bed like this once night fell as she approached the cabin and then stopped, head tilted.

She's spent the entire day as a pony with a DNA strand of her specific ailment tattooed on her ass. She thought that was strange.

And then she saw another pony on a scooter.

Her head tilted.

This possibly made up for the whole pony thing all together.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke tossed his mane in lieu of a wave. "Hello, Adah!" he said. "Strange day, huh?"

[ecirpnellehada]

Try as she might not to, Adah discovered that she couldn't really respond to that. Nothing more than a few blank blinks of her eyes, eyes of a light blue gem, that seemed to twinkle particularly so. Twinkle, and, if Adah had known they'd done it, she'd be tempted to find a way to gouge those gem eyes out and put them up for sale on some pony gem-eye black market.

[tatooine_doofus]

"Want to try it?" he asked. "I'm all scootered out."

[once_a_king]

Peter had spent most of the day cursing that he was a pony. AGAIN. So when he finally made his way out into public, he was at least a little bit amused that someone else had pony-related difficulties as well. He tilted his head, whickering his curiosity at the scooter.

[tatooine_doofus]

"I don't know!" Luke said. "I came with accessories!"

[once_a_king]

"Better than a hairbrush," Peter pointed out. "I had a hairbrush and a mirror next to me this morning. I don't have thumbs!"

[tatooine_doofus]

"That did seem strange," Luke admitted. "But helpful in figuring out I was a pony."

Pause.

"Not that I wanted to be a pony."