Tenth Party
[Pinkie Pie has been diligently working all week, like a good filly taught to farm the rocks. Except the ghosts kept clearing away her 'harvest', so she had to store it somewhere new each time. This time was right outside a certain cowboy's door.]
[John's become used to expecting just about anything to be outside of his door when he opens it in the mornings. It's what comes to a person when you've lived in the castle long enough. What he WASN'T expecting, however, was a pile of rocks and a tiny pony. Largely because they're both below his eyeline. It's no surprise, then, that John falls over said pile of rocks, landing with a thud in the hallway, the journal falling out of his pocket to pick his surprise up] Why the hell are there all these rocks here?!!
Oh no! Now I'll have to tidy the harvest all over again...
[Yes. It's a harvest of rocks. Deal with it, John.]
[...What is his life even] ...You're harvesting rocks. [Ow, oh damn he hopes he hasn't broken anything] ...I'm goin' to regret askin' why, ain't I?
What else would I harvest except... [There's a pause, and then the faint POPPING sound of a tiny filly becoming a bigger (if still little) pony, voice changing back to her usual bouncy enthusiasm.] ...sugar canes and jelly fruits and bananas and OH! THOSE BIG FIR TREES WITH THE HUGE BRANCHES... those are great for pinatas. There's just so many things to harvest. I KNOW! Lets play a game where we list all the things we could harvest, I'll go first. Wheat and hay and apples and pears and tomatoes and cocoa beans and--
[John just groans, putting his face back down in the pile of rocks and lying there, waiting for the world to start making sense again] I need to move into the grounds. Set up a tent. Build me a moat. Before I catch any of the crazy floatin' around here.
[ooc: Open! Guess which colour is which, dare you!]
[John's become used to expecting just about anything to be outside of his door when he opens it in the mornings. It's what comes to a person when you've lived in the castle long enough. What he WASN'T expecting, however, was a pile of rocks and a tiny pony. Largely because they're both below his eyeline. It's no surprise, then, that John falls over said pile of rocks, landing with a thud in the hallway, the journal falling out of his pocket to pick his surprise up] Why the hell are there all these rocks here?!!
Oh no! Now I'll have to tidy the harvest all over again...
[Yes. It's a harvest of rocks. Deal with it, John.]
[...What is his life even] ...You're harvesting rocks. [Ow, oh damn he hopes he hasn't broken anything] ...I'm goin' to regret askin' why, ain't I?
What else would I harvest except... [There's a pause, and then the faint POPPING sound of a tiny filly becoming a bigger (if still little) pony, voice changing back to her usual bouncy enthusiasm.] ...sugar canes and jelly fruits and bananas and OH! THOSE BIG FIR TREES WITH THE HUGE BRANCHES... those are great for pinatas. There's just so many things to harvest. I KNOW! Lets play a game where we list all the things we could harvest, I'll go first. Wheat and hay and apples and pears and tomatoes and cocoa beans and--
[John just groans, putting his face back down in the pile of rocks and lying there, waiting for the world to start making sense again] I need to move into the grounds. Set up a tent. Build me a moat. Before I catch any of the crazy floatin' around here.
[ooc: Open! Guess which colour is which, dare you!]