FRIENDSHIP IS TAGGING

[sailorkindness.livejournal.com]

PONY POST

Now you're a pony. Were you a pony all along, or is this a new and baffling experience to you? I dunno. The only answer I have is PONIES AND MAGIC.

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[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[There's always fun to be had in Ponyville, and this little filly is the queen of having fun. Having just devoured some really tasty apple pie, she's all fueled up and ready for mischief!]

[Yotsuba prances through the middle of town, easily getting distracted by everything in her path and going to examine it eagerly.]

[alleyenobrain.livejournal.com]

[A lanky steel-grey creature with bright blue eyes is trying to do a nice, unassuming walk down the street, though he seems to be getting awfully distracted on his own right. So, he wasn't expecting the sudden tangle of tiny pony in his legs.]

D'gahh--!

Whuh--oh. Hey there, little thing, down there.

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

Wha!

[It takes the green and yellow pony a few minutes to straighten herself out, before she looks up at the grey pony. Oh, a face she didn't know!]

Hey, mister! Who are you? Uh, up there?

[alleyenobrain.livejournal.com]

[The tall colt's apparent poor lack of coordination did not ease the process of getting her out, either.]

What, me? Oh, just. You know. Nopony special. Not like I've been living here a long time, should be memorable by now. Figures. Huh, fillies these days. Didn't your mom ever tell you to watch where you're going, anyway?

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[This pony sure does talk a lot!]

My daddy tells me that all the time! [Oblivious headtilt. She has no idea why here next door neighbor would be telling her that.]

[alleyenobrain.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well. Good. Proper parenting. I assume. Not so experienced personally, but I think that's an important thing to teach, isn't it? ...Neither here nor there, completely irrelevant.

Where's this dad of yours now, huh? Letting you run around on your own, getting trampled by big fellas like me.

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Wheatley, these clovers Yotsuba just discovered are more interesting than your face so she isn't really looking at it while you talk.]

He's at home I think. He's usually at home working on big people stuff.

[alleyenobrain.livejournal.com]

Huh. Sounds important, I guess. [Oh, what's she doing now? He looms over her] What're you doing then... small people stuff?

Ffff, I guess it should be big /pony/ stuff (_)_

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

Yeah, cuz Yotsuba is still small! Like you're big, so you do big pony stuff!

...I'm looking for four leaf clovers! [She adds this as an afterthought.]

Pff, pony terminology, like it's ever consistent

[alleyenobrain.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right. Yeah, important big things, all the time, that's me. Guess it's right the easy stuff goes to the tiny ponies. I mean, clovers, really, can't be that hard, I mean, look here, this one's got...

...no, that's three there. Annnd... lots of threes. Huh. Do the little dips in the leaves count? ...No, that'd still make it six, wouldn't it. Huh.

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha! You're really bad at this.

[Give her a second... ah-hah, there's one!]

[She holds up her prize, a perfect four-leaf clover, up on her hoof.]

See, like this one!

[alleyenobrain.livejournal.com]

No! No, I'm just. There's a learning curve, you know, I'm new to it.

[Blinks at her finding, then at her.] Oh. Well. You're just experienced at this, aren't you.

[Crouches down, squinting at the plants] You gimme a minute here, I'll find one with five leaves, don't count me out.

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

One with five leaves!?

[Oh man, Wheatley, if you did that you would be her HERO.]

[She starts bouncing around him.]

Can you really?

[bisssss-cuiiiit.livejournal.com]

[Oh no.]

[The red-maned, short-tailed earth pony that had, quite happily, been trotting down the street with a slightly malevolent grin does an impressive about-face on one hoof.]

[He'd just remembered something very important that he has to do somewhere else right away.]

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[TOO LATE]

HI MODDY!

[Your path is suddenly blocked by an overexcited filly. What do you do?]

[bisssss-cuiiiit.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD NO THE END OF TIMES IS HERE.]

*Sigh*

Hello, you.

[Mod observes the obstruction with an expression of one who just got conned into buying the Brooklyn Bridge and a chain of promotional merchandise.]

I suppose I should ask what you are up to before it unnecessarily includes me?

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[YOTSUPOCALYPSE]

Looking for someone to play with!

[That means you. Don't you feel special?]

[bisssss-cuiiiit.livejournal.com]

[TWO OF THE HORSES ARE HERE AT LEAST so that leaves... what, famine and war?]

Oh dear, what a shame, I suppose you'll have to carry on through then. Nobody here that fits that description. No. Not a soul. Can't see a single candidate.

[GoawaygoawaygoAWAY.]

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[Nah, this is the Yotsupocalypse, which means everything will turn green and there'll be badminton courts and good sidewalk chalk everywhere until the world explodes into lots of pretty colors.]

[She gives him a very pouty lip.]

You're here, dummy!

[bisssss-cuiiiit.livejournal.com]

[That is worse.]

Yes, well observed, and as I said before, nobody here fits the description of a playmate, so you'll have to be on your way, or you could let me be on mind.

[He starts trying to walk around the obstacle.] Either one is preferable to whatever this predicament is.

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[NOPE]

[She pokes him with a hoof.]

TAG! You're it!

[bisssss-cuiiiit.livejournal.com]

[What.]

[Whaaaaat?]

Oh, so you want to play, do you? Righty-ho then. I'm it.

[Better run away from the big scary monster, Yotsuba, because he is very much coming to get you.]

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAAH!!! HE'S AFTER ME!!!

[SHE'S OFF!!!]

[She also doesn't look all that terrified, for the record.]

[bisssss-cuiiiit.livejournal.com]

[Wow, dig that evil laugh- it sounds like he's been practicing it for years.]

Mwahahahaaa! That's it! Run for your life, you wretched pony! This is the last time you'll cross me!

[He's doing a good job of keeping up with her, but it's hard to tell if that grin is malevolent or not. Blame the teeth.]

[lovableclover.livejournal.com]

[Wow, that really IS a good evil laugh!]

No! You won't defeat me, you evil scum!

[She darts around a corner into an alley.]