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[helluva_pilot]

Who: All the Capringles! (and friends)
Broadcast: none
Action: Mingle on the Caprine
When: September

[Who let Poe and Pinkie paint the shuttles anyway?]

Comments

[helluva_pilot]

Yeah, you're right about that. There hasn't been someone here before that I thought would hurt you and everyone else on this ship just to get at me.

1/2

[spontaneouscombustion]

[She sighs deeply. He's not gonna let this one go, is he? She WISHES he would, neither Pinkie nor her culture have much experience with firearms, but she has a REALLY bad feeling this could end badly, not least of all for Poe.

Not to mention she's literally out of her Element here. She represents Laughter, making ponies happy and assuaging fears, but what do you do when that fear's so deeply rooted and, frankly, more than a little justified? Or if the thing that'd make somebody happy and not scared anymore is hurting somebody else, even if he says it'd only be in self-defense? She's not Friendship or Kindness, and Twilight and Fluttershy and the rest of her friends aren't here to help her out or give her guidance.

So for a second she just stands there quietly looking at Poe and guns and around the room and looking LOST.]

2/2

[spontaneouscombustion]

[But then she gets an idea. This may or may not get rid of the guns, but they aren't the real root of the problem.

She wraps a hoof gently around Poe's wrist and gives it a light tug.]

Come on.

awww Pinkie

[helluva_pilot]

[As long as she's not trying to take his guns, he's not going to fight her. Poe likes Pinkie. He's normally a pretty upbeat guy himself... just not right now.]

Where to?

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Physically take them away from him? Never. Convince him the guns weren't necessary and have him give them up on his own? That's what she'd hoped, but now's probably not the time, and it might not even be her place.

Right now that's not where her focus is, though.]

Shuttle bay; you'll see~

[helluva_pilot]

[He's happy with the shift in conversation, if slightly bewildered. But he'll take it.]

Okay. I'm a fan of the shuttle bay...

[He'll go along. And leave the guns. Well all of them but a sidearm that he holsters at his waist.]

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Yes good. Once they get to they bay, Pinkie'll go to a tarped-up corner near the gardens and uncover... a bunch of paint buckets and brushes?

And she's just going to start loading a bucket or two onto her back, not even bending a bit under the weight. Small favors from earth pony strength.]

[helluva_pilot]

...paint? What're we painting?

[spontaneouscombustion]

The shuttles!

[As if it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

[helluva_pilot]

[Okay, that gets a smile out of him.] Sounds like a fine idea.

[spontaneouscombustion]

[And that makes her smile a little more real.]

Where do you wanna start?

[helluva_pilot]

Starting with the nose always seems like a good idea to me.