mingle mangle

[takeabow]

Who: anyone!
Broadcast: why not!
Action: sure!
When: Whenever!

[ what are you up to, flooters? passing the time playing cribbage? watching Die Hard with a Vengeance, or maybe trying to repair friendships and perceptions of people that were dashed by invasive dreamscapes?

This is a mingle, so enjoy! ]

Comments

[tothefly]

[Well. In hindsight, she really should have seen that coming. After all, a polo-wearing self-professed party pony wouldn't let any chance to party pass him by. A party pony parties regardless of reason or rhyme. Is this what going insane feels like? She thinks it might. Insanity must be an accordion serenade as you spit out bits of paper confetti. When he finally finishes, she just. Stares at him. Dead-eyed. Done with today.]

They don't really have discretion where you're from, do they?

[preformthisneigh]

[It's as natural to him as BREATHING. He keeps grinning, somewhat creepily, at her seemingly not minding the dead eyed stare at all.]

SURE. But who needs discretion when you can have a kickin' party???

[tothefly]

What would you do if someone told you they didn't want a party? And that celebrating is actually a horrible idea?

[preformthisneigh]

Then I would find a quieter way for them to enjoy their party. No problemo.

[tothefly]

I don't want a party. Or any kind of celebration. Birthdays aren't really a good time for me.

...That's not an invitation to try and make it better.

[preformthisneigh]

[That is the saddest thing EVER. He looks so sad. ]

You don't want... anything? Not- not even a cake?

[tothefly]

....I guess a small cake might be okay. No candles, though.

[Maybe if she lets him have just a little birthday joy he'll let it all go.]

[preformthisneigh]

[He nods, a smile coming back to his face so quickly, it's hard to imagine it was sad a few moments ago. ]

GREAT! I can totally do that. And no candles, okay. I can work with no candles.

[tothefly]

And no more singing. [Please god no more singing. Luckily the common area is pretty deserted, this hour of morning. Is it morning? Does it matter?]

[preformthisneigh]

That I can't promise. Sometimes, a song just leaps outta me.

[tothefly]

Just...try and keep it to a short hop. If you can.

[Dry voice, drier words. How is this conversation even a thing that is happening, she is still asking herself. Every time they talk, she creeps just a little closer towards believing this is all a hallucination.]

[preformthisneigh]

[He nods excitedly.]

OH YEAH! I can do that, that's my expert area. Short and awesome.

[tothefly]

And without the accordion. Please.

[Please god.]

[preformthisneigh]

But I always use my accordion.

[tothefly]

It's my birthday, isn't it?

[preformthisneigh]

Okay, okay. No accordion.

[JUST RIP OUT HIS HEART AND SLAM IT ON THE FLOOR WHY DON'T YOU ]

[tothefly]

[How can an orange pony in a polo shirt look SO SAD. Luckily she has no heart at all.]

...Thank you.

[preformthisneigh]

[He will find the broken fragments of her heart and put it together. JUST YOU WAIT. ]

You're welcome!