1st Party - Backdated to yesterday

[preformthisneigh]

[The castle courtyard today has got itself a new resident in its midst. Walking around in a poncho and a Stetson hat is a little brown pony, a rubber chicken resting in a tiny saddle on his back. The journal open nearby picks up an accent that sounds like someone who is trying to be Clint Eastwood and only doing a passing job.]

Well, Boneless Two, I don't reckon we've ever stepped hoof in this place before. Maybe we ended up in the Crystal Empire? Figured the castle would be more sparkly, though.

[It's then he notices the journal on the floor, merrily recording everything he's saying. With a happy gasp, he ditches not only his getup, but his ridiculous fake accent.]

OH WOW! It's a magical book. [He crouches near to it to get a closer look.] Look at it say everything I say! Petey Pony Picked a Peck of Picked Peppers!

[Yeah. Good luck, Paradisa.]

[[ooc: Open in journal or in person...pony]]

Comments

[preformthisneigh]

Grass is different, that's supposed to be eaten fresh, hoofprints and all.

[Effy you are arguing the semantics of eating hay and grass with a talking pony, what is your life.]

[dgaf]

[ This kind of life is better than none... right... She raises her eyebrows at him because talking to a pony about eating grass with hoofprints is just-- ]

Ew. Gross.

[preformthisneigh]

Don't judge 'til you've tried it, sister. [Don't try it, it really is gross.]

[dgaf]

I should send you this article on the dangers of eating hoofprints.

[preformthisneigh]

Somepony actually wrote an article on that?

[dgaf]

Yeah, it covers the whole field.

[preformthisneigh]

It's ok, I like to live dangerously.