The Gig, Sunday

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Blind Seer really, really wanted to know the logic in this. Every other transformation seemed to hit either both Firekeeper and himself, or miss them entirely.

Except this one.

So once again, today at the Gig you'd find one more horse than normal. And a bemused looking Firekeeper, who was using the picture button on her phone to snap a few. She figured Tahiri and Francine, at least, perhaps a few others, might be amused by these. ...If she could figure out how to send them.

McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day

[drinks_coffeezilla]

Yeah.

So, Dean was taking this whole pony thing in stride, this weekend. Sure, it meant that he couldn't use a welding torch. Sure, it meant that fine motor skills were thrown completely out the window, and he wasn't going to be doing anything remotely resembling art until this all wore off. Sure, he had this crazy urge to go vegetarian for the weekend. Coffee came from plants, and so it was fair game.

Added bonus, he got to drink his out of a bowl. When did he ever get to drink coffee out of a bowl?

The scrapyard was open, still with its Now Hiring sign in the window, and Dean was, you know, drinking coffee. Out of a bowl.

Ponies.

Fandom.

Yeah.

[Open!]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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People were ponies this weekend.

Of course they were.

Susan once again was blissfully normal* today, but when she got in to work today, she was surprised to see that Tiny wasn't. Tiny, in fact, had hooves.

"I really must see how you plan to tend bar tonight," said Susan.

The Devil's Nest was open.


*Normal being a relative term, of course.