The Duck Pond, Thursday Morning

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Frank	Frank generally didn't like the outdoors, but whatever. He was a pony now. If he was going to drink, he might as well do it over by the duck pond, out there the air was, ugh, fresh. And the ducks were, UGH, present. But he had a martini in his hoof and he wasn't going to question how that was even possible. "You know, being a pony isn't that bad," he said to no one in particular.
Discord	"That's the spirit!" said one of the ducks. An odd looking duck he was. He had horns, or one. And his wings looked a bit like an eagle's claw and a lion's paw. But it quacked like a duck and walked like a duck, and all the other ducks were cowering away from it like a duck, so it had to be a duck, right?

( It was not a duck. )

[OOC: NFI. Preplayed with the insane and wonderful notqnoreally.]

The streets of town- Thursday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had things to do, and the streets were soap. She was a problem solver, though, and had found ways to step or things just off there and to step on to get around. Things could be worse, and currently she was stepping on the base of a lamp post, trying to find a clear spot to head back to the dorms.

She was kind of over the chocolate rain, though. She had limited clothing here.

[Open, with some work SP.]

The Gig, Thursday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani really would have liked to be a pony. It would have been exhilarating to gallop on her own legs for once, and the strange gravity of this place would have made it memorable. But she still had her arms and legs for now, so Dani was taking advantage of that. She made calls to her suppliers to get extra horse feed delivered, she ordered another shipment of hay, and she climbed up to the hay loft to bring down all the hay bales she had stored up there. With so many people around town turning into ponies, she realized that they were going to need her supplies.

The Gig was open, and every pony is welcome to stop by!

The Perk- Thursday afternoon

[throughaphase]

Kitty thought everything happening was a little overkill for a temporary "people turn into ponies" thing, but it hadn't bothered her. She was still human and could phase through both the rain and soap streets, no big.

She'd even gone into the hedge maze out of curiosity, and because she could phase through that too if it got scary. But then when she phased through a tricky wall it left a Kitty-shaped hole, which it shouldn't have done. And then it happened again. And then she phased through when she was trying to stay solid.

By the time she got out, she wasn't sure if it was the maze messing with her, or if her powers were on the fritz, or both.

She'd gotten to the Perk since she was already out, figuring she'd grab a seat and take a minute to calm down. Turns out the slid made better coffee than the baristas, in her opinion.

[Im around for a BDE, I'm playing in it, dammit. Open!]

Back at the Duck Pond, Thursday afternoon

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After far too many ruined bottles of liquor, Frank returned to the scene of the crime against nature and alcohol.

"You chaos duck horse thing, I hope you're happy that you've driven me to this. I'm thirsty, and the only choice I have left besides lemonade is to drink WATER," Frank yelled for all the park to hear.

He trotted angrily to the edge of the water, dipped his mouth in, and was surprised and horrified to see the entire pond turn a faded yellow color. Sure enough, the entire pond was now lemonade.

"This wasn't funny before and it's somehow even less funny now," Frank muttered.

[OOC: For interaction this time, sure, but with maaaaassive SP warnings.]

Fandom Trooper Station, Thursday

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Jessica was still a human, but there was definitely something different today. She just couldn't figure out what.

It wasn't long into her day of work that the troopers started coming to her to report things going missing. First were the staplers. Then some of the weapons. Then two lamps. Security cameras. And Ralph was knocked out and his pants were stolen.

Jessica filled out each and every one of these reports and then, when no one was looking, she hid them under her desk along with everything else she had stolen.

She was a kleptomaniac now, one with a strategic mind and a wonderfully stealthy grab bag of powers. A good cop broken bad. Fandom? Watch your stuff.

[OOC: Open station. And open notice: if you want Jessica to steal anything - either in a post or handwavily - please let me know!]

Around the streets of Fandom, Thursday morning

[nuclear_snide]

( In which a ghost meets chaos sort-of-incarnate )

[ooc: to be continued!]