Pinkie Pie awoke to find a toothless baby alligator with enormous purple eyes staring her in the face ( Read more... )

Derek might have managed to convince Pinkie to leave him alone last night (but only because she had to pass on the super-secret exciting news to Britta that he Liked her!), but that wasn't going to stop Pinkie from making sure he felt super-duper welcome in Fandom! And nothing made anypony feel more welcome than a great surprise welcome-to-our- ( Read more... )

Pinkamena Diane Pie had been up since bright and early that morning, trying to get prepared. It seemed like all her cupcake making supplies had gone AWOL, including her special dress! That just wouldn't do at all. Now she was going to have to start over ( Read more... )

Pinkie was in an almost disgustingly good mood, today. She'd just gotten back to Fandom that morning after spending Spring Break back home in Ponyville, where she hadn't been since she'd started teaching last summer. They'd done so much! They'd all gotten dressed up and gone to the Grand Galloping Gala which sooooo wasn't all it was cracked up ( Read more... )

Pinkie had actually been singing continuously since she'd gotten out of bed that morning.

Which, admittedly, was odd even for her.

Nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan. . . .

[ooc: Yep. Open!]

Pinkie was hard at work in her office today. She had a stack of t-shirts set up on one side of her desk, and a stack of papers bearing print-outs of her students' Danger-Shop-created cutie marks on the other. And an iron in her mouth ( Read more... )

Pinkie was pacing back and forth in her office. It wasn't something she usually did -- usually it was more like bouncing -- but then, these weren't your usual circumstances.

Communication with Equestria wasn't the easiest thing to do when one didn't have a baby dragon to express mail scrolls, but communication from Equestria wasn't usually a ( Read more... )

Pinkie was humming as she sorted out her plans for tomorrow's class. She'd be singing, but her mouth was full.

Of rubber chicken.

It's usually best not to ask.

[ooc: open!]

Pinkie woke up in her usual way, rolling out of bed with a jaw cracking yawn, shaking out her mane, and then trotting toward the kitchen to see what sort of snacks she had for breakfast. She got about three paces from her bed today before she froze mid-trot ( Read more... )

The letter Petra had helped her type last week had worked! At least, Pinkie assumed it had, as she came into her office to find a giant keyboard taking up about half the floor space of her office. The giant keys were a perfect fit for her hooves, and the best part was, typing on it was almost like dancing ( Read more... )