Magic Box [12/21]

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Shira loved the holidays in Fandom, even if they did tend to confuse her more than a little. All the random little occurrences that'd happened the past week or so were confusing. These weren't her holidays and their trimmings and trappings, okay?

She was humming cheerfully, some random Christmas carol that'd gotten stuck in her head the other day and hadn't left yet, as she moved around the store putting away the latest shipment.

[Flying OCD free today!]

Arms Hotel, Wedensday, 12/21

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There was a reindeer in the middle of the hotel lobby. Quinn knew she should shoo it, but it was so cute with its clumsy footsteps and the lights in its antlers that she kind of wanted to take it home instead. She settled for taking plenty of pictures to show people in Lima once she got home.

She was flying -- emphatically not portalling -- out that night, after her shift ended, and her packed bag was stowed behind the counter.

[OOC; No OCD because ... LJ fail. Open, though!]

The Park, Wednesday evening

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Pinkie had been rather worried about what she would do when she couldn't go back to Equestria to watch Ponyville's annual Hearth's Warming Eve pageant with her friends. The holiday just wasn't the same without the adventures of Chancellor Puddinghead and all the other ponies who were involved in the founding of Equestria as a land of peace and harmony.

Fortunately, it seemed that the human holidays came with many of the same trappings as Hearth's Warming Eve. There were decorated pine trees and candy canes and wreaths and more candy canes. Pinkie had even managed to find a gingerbread house to eat! It was almost enough to make her feel better about missing her friends. It just needed one more thing.

"No no no!" she shouted to the poor bewildered reindeer. "You're Commander Hurricane! Commander Hurricane wouldn't hide behind a rock! And you! You call that snooty? We can't have a Princess Platinum without her trademark snootiness! Smart Cookie! . . . You're doing pretty well. Carry on."

The reindeer exchanged glances. They really didn't seem sure what to make of Pinkie Pie the pageant director.

[ooc: yes we are open! Visitors might get recruited into a strange pony pageant.]