Comments | yinandyango: Room 403; Saturday Morning (really!)

yinandyango

Room 403; Saturday Morning (really!) - [ 05/19 ].

May 19, 2012 19:08

It was inevitable. She knew something like this would happen eventually, but, somehow, Fawn thought perhaps it was all just going to skip over her and she could continue thinking that this Freak School didn't get any freakier than little teachers, hermaphrodite students, time travel and probably aliens ( Read more... )

a bloo bloo bloo, my little pony, room 403, wtf fandom?

Comments 24

upmysleeve May 20 2012, 00:41:06 UTC

Whether her crying was loud enough to be heard by someone clopping past in the hall, or it was just an incredibly vague example of Ace's incredibly vague moments of psychic sensitivity, or Ace would just take any excuse to put off trying the stairs on these feet, the world may never know.

Whatever; it resulted in a soft banging of a pony-nose against the door, since this particular equine didn't have a horn for knocking. "Oi - you turn into a horse in there too?"

yinandyango May 20 2012, 00:45:28 UTC

Fawn sob cut off in a gasp as someone banged on the door, and she sniffled and wished she had hands rather than hooves to wipe away the snot probably dripping from her nose. At first, she thought of not saying anything at all, and then she decided just to lie.

"No!" she called. "No horses here!"

upmysleeve May 20 2012, 00:55:03 UTC

Any sensitivity Ace might have possessed was sadly (and demonstrably, looking at her life) not oriented toward picking up when people were lying to her.

"Brill! You can come out and press the lift button for me, then!"

yinandyango May 20 2012, 01:03:06 UTC

....crap.

Fawn considered this for a moment, sniffed the last of her tears away for now, and bit her lip. Once she realized how big and blunt her teeth were like this, she made sure to bite down extra hard, too.

"What if I can't because I'm a paraplegic?" she offered through the door. And realized she wasn't sure what a lift button was, anyway.

Thread 9

wasthecuteone May 20 2012, 00:59:12 UTC

Petra had a big sisterly duty to perform of the 'okay, don't freak out' variety. Even if she didn't have thumbs. (She'd been a Lost Girl, dammit, not a Sparkle Pony, and why did she have a tiara superimposed on a rainbow on her ass?) So she awkwardly made her way down the stairs from the fifth floor and sort of...knocked on Fawn's door with a hoof. "Fawn? You in there? It's Petra." She paused, then went straight for, "Okay, if you have hooves this sort of thing usually only lasts like a weekend."

yinandyango May 20 2012, 01:06:21 UTC

Fawn wasn't sure what mortified her more, the fact that Petra might see her as a pony, or the fact that Petra might see that she had been crying. She sniffed slightly, nuzzled her nose against the pillow because that was the only other option she had, reminded herself to wash the pillowcase as soon as she could, and tried to decide if she would just pretend she wasn't here.

But then a sob burst out of her unbidden and she figured that probably gave her away. She shook her head, blonde mane flying, and tried to catch her breath.

"If it doesn't," she called, but her voice was muffled a little, her shouts through her other pillow, "then I'm definitely just running away and joining the circus."

wasthecuteone May 20 2012, 01:13:45 UTC

Oh, crap, was she crying? She was crying in there. Great. Petra would have thunked her head against the door, except she had a horn, and would probably have wound up stuck. "Yeah, it's just...the island magic likes to play tricks on us. Like turning us all into brightly colored ponies! I think I used to have a bathing suit this color, actually." She was getting distracted. "But seriously, it's not permanent and it's not as bad as you think, lots of other people are ponies too. I'm a pony! And it'll be over in a few days and there's no need to run away and join the circus. I mean, unless you just want to."

yinandyango May 20 2012, 01:19:10 UTC

Fawn snorted at that last part, which was good, because listening to the rest of it almost made another bout of tears well up in her too big, too eye-lashy eyes. If she was going to turn into anything, she figured she'd at least just turn into her lame namesake, and not some ridiculous looking pony that seemed straight out of one of Caitlin's cartoons. With a stupid, clearly phallic horn, to boot. She wilted, curled as best she could manage.

"If it's not so bad," Fawn sulked, "then how come you felt it was necessary to have to come down here just to tell me it's not so bad?"

Thread 15