🎂 001 The Saga Begins

[preformthisneigh]

Who: Cheese Sandwich and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Right now!

[It takes a lot to worry an Equestrian. Given the fact their country faces some sort of horrendous attack once every few months, they've become rather used to the unexpected dropping upon them from great heights. As such, when the little tan pony hops out of bed, he doesn't look worried, but he does look a tad confused.

The last thing he remembers is seeing the magical rainbow all the way across the sky (it was so intense) and now, suddenly, there is space. He pulls a rubber chicken out of seemingly nowhere, plopping it on his back, before starting to walk over to the window, his hooves clip-clopping against the metal floor as he glances around his surroundings.]

Okaaaay. This is new. Where the hay are we?

[He rests a forehoof against the window once he arrives at it, peering out into the vast nothingness. He remembers another place, that wasn't Equestria, and was prone to fits of magical strangeness. He puts two and two together to make five. When he speaks again, it's a little louder, as if addressing an invisible audience, which he thinks he is.]

Hey, everypony. Did the castle turn into space while I was away?

[He wanders away from the window, seeking out his journal. He pays the communicator no mind for now, the thing he's looking for is distinctly more book-shaped.]

Comments

[preformthisneigh]

[Wow, talk about asking the right question to the right person. Cheese looks absolutely thrilled because finally somepony is taking this shit seriously! He pulls out a chart from seemingly nowhere, showing a pony taking a pie to the face. There's mathematical equations strewn along the inside. Pie density, speed, face coverage and so on.]

Ohhh, the old cream pie to the face routine. That's an easy one. The cream pie is messy, but not in an 'eww that's gross' kinda way. Cream is a harmless, not-gross kind of mess. So when somepony applies it with force to the face, it makes it funny. It's a schadenfreude kind of thing. You find it funny, because it's not happening to you, but it's not something so unfortunate that you need to feel bad for the pie-ee at all.

The wig's just for aesthetics. You can try a red nose or nerdy glasses for a similar effect. Orrr if you want it to be a joint thing, you can have a pie fight.

[stickupherforehead]

[oh, a diagram! She's more interested in examining the equations than figuring out where that came from; at this point, she's just going to assume that at least one pony has pocket space abilities.

...Yup, she's totally convinced he's a certified Party Pony.]

So the mimicry of light injury is the essential element in humor? That sounds decidedly violent.

[Pearl, you once snapped the neck of a monster without so much as blinking]

[preformthisneigh]

[It comes at the terrible cost of their sanity. Reality warping awesomeness, traded for hearing voices in your head. ]

In slapstick humour, anyway. There's lots of different kinds of humour, if that's not your thing. Like there are jokes, or play on words or impersonations. The list is endless, really. Everypony finds something funny, it's an individual thing.

[stickupherforehead]

I...suppose that's true, now that I think about it. Is humor important in all parties?

[is that why you know everything about humor?]

[preformthisneigh]

Most parties, anyway. Some are a little more fancy and don't use so much humor. But it's important for the sort of parties to make pon- people smile.

[stickupherforehead]

So let me get this straight. [Pearl starts counting off on her fingers.]

There are many types of humors, ranging from mock violence to witticisms. There are also many types of parties, which may or may not employ humor, depending on their purpose.

[Pearl's a pretty good student, at least.] I understand birthday parties are important (for some reason), but I've never heard of the others.

[preformthisneigh]

[She is SUCH a good student. He nods happily.]

You got it! And somepony can throw a party for anything. Anniversaries, weddings, the fact they won some sporting thing. If somepony has something they want to share with somepony else, you can bet there can be a party for it.

[stickupherforehead]

[that's...a lot of parties. And it almost feels like she's finally stumbling into the meaning of 'fun,' as it pertains to humans - or to ponies, apparently. Even if she thinks it's perfectly fun to tidy and to organize things, humans (and ponies?) call them chores for a reason.]

So do people throw parties because they want to celebrate important events with others, or do they celebrate important events because they want to throw parties?

[might as well ask what came first, the chicken or the egg.]

[preformthisneigh]

[She should meet Twilight. She'd love Twilight.]

Both! I know a pony who will throw a party for absolutely anything. She's a party pony like me, but she's got it down to the finest of arts. Nopony like her.

[stickupherforehead]

[she really should! What could possibly go wrong when you can have a couple of neurotic people organizing and/or doing science things.]

Anything? How does anybody get anything done, in that case? [a single birthday party had already seemed like such a long, drawn out affair.]

[preformthisneigh]

[Nothing. Nothing at alllll.]

With us party ponies, they don't have to worry about that. We plan, set up and throw the party for them. All they have to do is enjoy it.

[stickupherforehead]

Ah, a division of labor. [which makes sense, given what little she's learned of ponies.]

Where did you say your home is?

[preformthisneigh]

Sure, just like that.

The country's called Equestria. The whole place is my home, home is where your rump rests, that's what I always say.