Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 05/19 ].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine was, admittedly, not too terribly surprised to wake up with four legs, a tail, and a distinctively equine quality about her that morning. This was, after all, Fandom, and she couldn't help but being a little indulgently amused to have things like that happening to her again. She was a little less amused by the obvious pink color to her fine coat and the unnecessarily addition of a big red bow as if to declare to anyone who was uncertain that she was the girl in the family, but, whatever, she'd roll with it.

Or trot, in this case.

She was also pleased to see, when she got into the shop today, that Apu was unaffected, since there was a lot of work to be done that day, and she didn't imagine she would get a lot of it done with hooves. She did find it a little fun to prance around him prettily for a little bit, though, as he just shook his head and warned that he wasn't cleaning up any droppings.

Today's Squishy flavor: Saltlick, Hay, Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

This was not the first time Fandom had turned Topher into a pony. It was, however, the first time Fandom had turned him into a pony when Topher had a date planned.

Fandom, you were such an ass sometimes.

So he went to work, hovering a little behind the counter (because disgruntled or not, it wasn't like he was just going to waste the wings) and prodding at a circuit board with a hoof.

It didn't immediately break, but Topher decided it was best not to chance it and left it alone from there.

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

This morning when Jono had woken up, after the inevitable falling flat on his face that he'd done in an attempt to get out of bed on two legs, and after that his attempt to run a coffee maker without benefit of opposable thumbs, he'd let out a stream of curse words that would have made a sailor blush. Or possibly Wolverine.

Look, without coffee in his system, the realization had taken a while to sink in, okay?

It had taken a bit of effort, but he eventually did manage to make it downstairs. It involved backing up slowly down the steps, because, no, there was no way in hell he was going to attempt to take them headfirst today. And he even managed the doorknob, though it was more than a touch frustrating, and he found himself telling himself before noon that he was going to start going to bed with his sonic collar on, too. This was, after all, a bit absurd.

His shift at the Boards today was going to be spent glowering at the paperwork he couldn't do, and at the music equipment he couldn't set up, and... There were posters he should finally hang, but there was no way in hell he was going to put thumbtacks into his mouth. Sigh.

The Boards were open, only a little late while Jono figured out how the hell to unlock the front door. And that was going to have to do.

[And OCD-free! Whee!]

Rooftops of Fandom, Saturday afternoon

[alreadyisbeyond.livejournal.com]

Just because Terry had been warned about some things in Fandom didn't mean he'd been warned about everything. Like, for example, turning into a pony that looked like the Batsuit. He even had his logo on his side. It was annoying at best. Secret identity-spoiling at worst, although the fact that Batman had yet to make an appearance in Fandom would help keep that down.

On the other hand, flying via the power of pegasus wings was actually a lot of fun. And he was a pony. It's not like anyone would recognize him as Terry, even if they had any idea who he even was.

"I can't believe the old Batman would have ever done this," the current Batman said to himself as he landed on a rooftop. But hey, training was training. Maybe he'd need to know his top speed scampering across rooftops and through the sky while being a pony.

And maybe he'd have some fun doing it. And maybe you couldn't stop him.

[OOC: Open like the skies above us. And yes, he's identifying himself as Batman in this post. Weirdest secret identity defense ever.

ETA: Apologies to people in this post. Apparently I'm sick and asleep today. Bah.]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

The day had not started out well for Dani. She had planned on going to Baltimore to watch the Preakness. She had a really nice dress, a cute hat, and really expensive Turf Club tickets. But she doubted that they would let a pony enter the grandstand to watch the race.

With few alternatives left, Dani trotted over to The Gig with the hope that her horses were still four-legged. They were, but they seemed more comfortable that she was at getting things done without hands. She never would have expected Clyde to be so efficient at moving hay bales by carrying them with his mouth. Bold managed to retrieve extra oats while Kally had mastered knocking the television remote off the office desk so they could turn on the TV and watch the race.

The Gig was open, and Dani would gladly welcome more ponies to join her for a gallop after the race.

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Well, it was April's first shift here, and so far she was hoping that the zombie band would constitute the bulk of the weirdness she had to deal with tonight. Because she really, really liked the zombies -- and, in fact, was making friends with them -- and was not really a huge fan of chipper colorful ponies.

April might have to learn to live with disappointment tonight.

"Okay," she said to herself, looking from her phone browser to the bottles of liquor behind her. "'How to Make A Black Martini.'"

[[I'm heading out for dinner in a bit, but I'll be back super soon!]]

The Preserve, Saturday Evening

[life_inshadow]

Tara had never been a pony before, and -- after the awkward oh-god-how-do-I-walk phase -- she actually found herself enjoying it.

She got wings. Wings, and a horn, and a pretty purple tail. Tara made for one self-satisfied pony.

She'd spent a lot of the day just flying along the island's coastline, but as dusk grew she centered in on the preserve and found a nice meadow. She meant to just take a rest there, but eventually she began nosing through the grasses to look for any herbs with magical properties. Not that she was exactly in any position to carry them back to the shop now, but it still never hurt to know about new resources.

If once in a while she hovered over the ground a bit more than was strictly necessary -- well, that part was just for fun.

[OOC: Open preserve!]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, May 19

[nookiepowered]

Tonight? Tonight was going to be a lot of your bartender dancing around behind the bar singing, "I don't have hoo-ooves, I don't have hoo-ooves, lala lala lala la..." to the tune of La Cucaracha.

With occasional breaks for sending text messages. With her fingers.

Also ducking the glares from the giant Clydesdale in the studded leather harness at the door.

Sorry, Tiny.

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

There was a pony with a green-white-grey colour scheme and an electrical current symbol for a cutie mark in the park, carefully carrying a lighter and a packet of cigarettes in its mouth. Sarah hadn't wanted to set her flat on fire, thanks. It had seemed like a better idea to head out before even trying to have a smoke. Of course, just trying to get out of MCA, let alone her apartment, had been absolutely bloody ridiculous, but she'd managed. She hadn't even begun to think about how this smoking thing was going to work, though. She'd get to that in good time.

Or right now. She stopped by a bench and carefully dropped the cigarettes and the lighter on it. And now, now she was thinking about her next dilemma.

"... Right."

Glancing around, she wasn't sure anyone would be willing to help a pony smoke, but anyone citing animal cruelty related ethical reasons for not helping was going to get kicked into the pond.

[ooopen!]