Causeway [Early Saturday Morning]

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Fraser hadn't even tried to talk Robin out of her decision when it came time to leave. He'd wanted to but she'd seemed set on accompanying him and, truth be told, he hadn't wanted to say no.

So, they were heading down the causeway, back to Alexandria, and off to possibly do the worst thing Fraser had ever done in his life.

[Establishy. NFI. canadianpopstar modded with permission!]

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 05/17 ]

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Waking up and discovering that she was a pony was quite possibly the coolest thing that had ever happened to Turtle and then what happens? She was to be at work. That was okay, because neither heck nor high water nor, clearly, pony-ness would keep Turtle away from fulfilling her duty, even if it was rather difficult to work the cash register with hooves. But they did have that employee meeting/party today.

She loooooooooved he long pretty tail, though, more than she had a right to, and Apu kept having to clean up things that she'd accidentally knocked for from flicking it too much.

Today's Squishy flavors: Hay, Oats, Grape Judas.

Turtle & Canary is open!

The beach, Saturday morning

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River was used to Fandom. Waking up as something else wasn't such a novelty anymore, and she wondered if she would miss it when she left. So when she woke up as a little pony, she decided to make the most of it.

Dancing was good. She ran up and down the beach, prancing and kicking.

[open]

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Sat., 5/17

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This was so odd. He was a... unicorned pony. Mary was a pony. This was all so odd. How did he serve bananas being a pony?

George Michael chuckled nervously. "Uh, nuts are free," he said, because trying to put nuts on bananas just might prove too much.

The stand is open for business.



[No ocd!] 

The Park, Saturday afternoon

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It was lovely in the park. Big and open with plenty of places to run. Or fly if one had wings. Murdock buzzed through the air, occasionally landing on a tree limb and freaking the poor birds out with his whinny.

He'd take back off and check out random flowers or nibble on some grass. He discovered that it didn't actually taste too bad after all.

Then he'd be buzzing around again. He's probably going to be pretty darn tired later on, but right now he was having a good time.

(it's open like a park is, la. in case you missed it, Murdock is the toy sized pony. since his mun is just as crazy as he is sometimes. mwhahahaha!)

Caritas, Saturday evening

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D'Argo was around. Ish. He was around in the way that he stopped in Caritas just long enough to make some sort of excuse about how he should really see how they did things in this Grease place and what kind of bars they had there, and left Tino alone again.

When he got stared at out on Santorini, it would come as a shock to him, yes.

Trooper Station - Saturday

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Roy pranced into the station that morning. Yes, pranced. He had better mornings and it was a good thing that he couldn't see Ralph gape at him underneath his helmet.

"What's the matter, Lieutenant?" he asked, tail swishing with irritation. "Never seen a pony before?" Granted, a pony usually didn't have a transmutation circle on his ass, or on his hoofs.

Ralph shook his head mutely.

"I'll be in my office," Roy declared, proudly stepping towards his office. "Doing paperwork," he added. With his hoofs, yes.

The Perk, Saturday Morning

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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.

[Open.]

Luke's Diner, May 17

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Michael was at the diner, but had found it impossible to write a specials board due to the hooves.

It was open anyway.

[No OCD today! Have at anyway, if anyone feels like it!]