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driftfleet2015-06-23 09:33 pm
preformthisneigh) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-23 09:33 pm
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🎂 001 The Saga Begins
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.]
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.]
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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.]
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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.
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Anything? How does anybody get anything done, in that case? [a single birthday party had already seemed like such a long, drawn out affair.]
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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.
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Where did you say your home is?
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The country's called Equestria. The whole place is my home, home is where your rump rests, that's what I always say.