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The Perk, Saturday Morning

There was an extremely befuddled pony standing at one of the tables in the Perk, trying to convince the staff to give him a bowl of coffee.

Bond supposed he should have been glad that the baristas seemed to find him as charming as a pony as when he was human, or that he had his code-number rather than the MI-6 seal on his rear, but really, those sugar cubes over there were most distracting.

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Murdock glided in through the door. Since hopefully the staff would realize by now that a good portion of Fandom's residents lacked thumbs, the door had been propped open.

He circled around the ceiling a few times for good measure before settling on the counter. "Can I get a black coffee? Please?"

He bobbed his head in greeting towards the other pony in the cafe. "Morning! How's things goin' for ya? That's a nice lookin' mane you got there." Nope, he is not bothered in the slighest by this change in form. In fact, he seems rather chipper about the whole thing.

"Morning." Bond flicked his ears. "I'm a horse," he said, refusing to use the P-word.

"Yah, me too. 'Cept I'm way small for a horse. Heck, I think I even missed the pony stage. Don't know why I ended up so small." He gave a pony grin which ended up being a really cute pony grin. "But at least I got wings to get around with!" He fanned his feathers out a bit.

"Otherwise it'd take me forever to get anywheres."

Once Mike figured out how to coordinate everything -- the legs, the tail, the wings -- his next priority was coffee. And since he couldn't make coffee for himself, he headed to the next best place.

The universe was laughing at him for all those Hawaiian shirts, he thought to himself as he shook out his wings.

"Hey! Another one with wings!" Murdock grinned cute-pony style, "I was startin' to think I was the only one." He studied the rainbow that was Mike's wings. "Yours are certainly...colorful."

"Must be because of all those Hawaiian shirts I wear," said Mike, fluttering his wings. "I think after this, I'll be back to ordinary suits no matter how hot it gets."

"What's wrong with Hawaiian shirts? I wore a couple here and there myself." He glanced back at his own body. "I kind of like havin' wings. Dunno what happened about the size though. Is everyone bigger than me?"

"I like Hawaiian shirts, but everyone keeps making comments about them," said Mike. "I haven't seen anyone else, so I have no idea what kind of sizes are out there."

"Eh, they just don't know good style when they see it." His wings twitched and flexed, nearly knocking over a nearby napkin holder. "I saw a few bigger ones trotting around on my way over from the hotel. And then I met one other here earlier."

"I'm way tinier than everyone else, it seems." If he could pout as a cute pony, he would have. Chances are it probably came out more like a lopsided small frown.

Mike blinked rapidly at the mention of the hotel. "Oh, yikes! Did you see Mary or George Michael at the hotel? The last batch of Fandom weirdness nearly wrecked their wedding plans," he said, looking worried.

"Uh, I don't think so. Mary's the gal that runs the place, right? 'Fraid I don't know no George Michael." except for that 80s rock dude *g*

"Last batch?" he asked cautiously. "You mean this kind of thing happens often?"

"Yeah, Mary's the one with the red hair and... yeah. George Michael owns the frozen banana stand by the docks, and they're getting married this week. A while back, there was a day where a lot of women woke up as men, and it was kind of rough on them. Then there was the weekend that a lot of students woke up as really little kids. I missed that one, though, thanks to a class reunion at MIT."

"Oh yah, I know her. She checked me in and all. There's a frozen banana stand here? I might have to check that out."

"The women as men?" He cocked his head a little. "That must have been...different. Aw, cute little kids. I'm sorry I missed that. Hey, do you think it'd happen again? I'd like to see that. I like kids."

"It might happen again," said Mike. "Actually, there was another weekend where a bunch of kids from the future showed up. That was interesting."

"Future kids? Like just random kids from various points in the future?"

"I think so," said Mike. "Possible kids, or kids that might have been from relationships that didn't work."

Mike folded up his wings. He didn't want to dwell on it too much, since his kids didn't show up and his wife/ex-wife was pretty much MIA.

"Wow," he replied. "Now I wish I could've been here for that. I've never had kids, though I'd like to someday." He didn't mention how unlikely that prospect was, however. Women didn't tend to stick around much for him. Probably because of the insane bit.

"So...how are you likin' flyin'?" he asked as a way to change topics.

Oh look at that, pony wearing a mercenary costume.

Hopefully.

It was so hard to tell these days.

"Jimmy, look, 'mma pony!" A beat. "With swords."

"There seems to be a rash of it, Wade," Bond said, then frowned a pony frown. "How would a pony use swords?"

"I have absolutely no idea, but they're just so adorable lookin'!" He looked at his back, and wow was it weird to be able to actually do that.

"Sugar-cube?" he asked, using his nose to nudge the large bowl of them he'd managed to get off the serving-girl in Wade's direction. "Everything about us does seem more adorable than not today. Especially to those of the feminine persuasion."

"Oooo! Sugar cubes!" Wade helped himself. "This is so much better than that time we were kids. Or dogs."

"I thought only the students turned into children?" Bond asked, deciding it was better not to ask about the dogs.

"No, no, we turned into kids to long ago." He sighed in a way that kinda ended up being a whinny. "I need to stop doing that."

"So something to look out for," Bond said, flicking his tail thoughtfully.

"Is it just me or is the urge to gallop through a field very strong right about now?"

What? It was!

"And to roll around on my back, thought really, that might hurt with the swords and guns."

"Personally, I'm repressing a strong desire to frolic," Bond replied. "ANd since I'm not normally the frolicking type-" Which no doubt came as a total shock."I believe that our current forms might have something to do with it."

Wade nodded like only a pony can.

"At least neither of us have horns."

"I can't imagine that would be anything but embarrassing."

"Only be able to hang our with virgins and all..."

"And really, anyone who only wants to spend time with virgins has something a bit off about them."

"Exactly!" A beat. "Though we do teach highschool and at least some of them have to still be... right?"

"Probably," Bond conceded. "But I think it's different since not only don't we factor... that into our reasons for associating with them, but also what thankfully small interest we may have in such things would be only so far as it falls within the parameters of our duty of care. Much less creepy."

"No Uncle Badtouch for us," Wade said firmly. "...I kinda wish we had opposable thumbs to take incriminating photos..."

"On the other hand, our jaws can now probably crush bone," Bond pointed out. "And I'm reasonably sure they'd be hard-pressed to prosecute an adorable pony."

"But I could do that before," Wade whined, tail flicking about with annoyance.

He ate another sugar cube and felt much much better.

"Ooo! I say we go destroy glue and dog food supplies for our pony brethren!"

"That does seem like a much better use of our time than charming sugar-cubes off servers," Bond agreed. "And also a good tension release."

"Plus no one can blame us. We're ah-freaking-dorable."

"Exactly. We're only cute little ponies, no chance we could know what we're doing."

Wae bounced a few times. "Ooo! We could go to Greece and mess with the locals by talking."

"And then pretending not to be able to when they try to show their friends."

"Yes!" Oh, this was the best plan ever. "You're evil and if I wasn't married, I'd totally propose for that one."

A beat.

"In a manly way. With beer. And meat and platonically."

Bond nodded. "I find that platonic proposals are indeed the most manly."

[need to crash. night!]

"But only if you like watching the models too. That one's a deal breaker."

[[G'Night!]]

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