The Park; Monday Morning [12/02].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was about to go stomping off for the Infinite Consortium that morning to demand answers from Liliana when he woke up to find his daughter playing with a pony in the living room that morning, but it didn't take him long after bundling his daughter up and stepping outside to realize that there were ponies (in adorable sweaters, trying to eat anything they possibly could get their mouths close enough to) everywhere.

And he had possibly lost his hearing from the excited shriek in his ear when Noctra realized this, too, and so now there they were, at the park, where his daughter was losing her mind over adorable ponies in sweaters trying to eat her hair and her jacket, and he saw everything he'd been fighting with Liliana ever since she made a comment about getting Noctra a pony of her own come crashing down before his very eyes, and he shook his head.

"I don't care if we get stuck there," he murmured to himself, "we have got to get this girl to a chocobo farm ASAP..."

Which wasn't true, of course. He'd never forgive himself it he wound up being the reason Liz missed out on Christmas with her people. But, so help him, after today, he was going to be holding his breath until New Year's.

[[ open park is open! ]]

Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

"If you don't stop chewing on that banner, I'm going to turn you into glue," Liliana informed the little pony that had made its way into her shop. It turned to look at her with big eyes under a floppy mane, and she glared back, unmoved by either it or the adorable little sweater it was wearing.

At least outwardly.

"Don't look at me like that," she informed it. "You're going to develop laminitis and be no good to anyone. You're a pony, not a donkey."

Instead of being properly chastened, the pony clip-clopped its way to Liliana and started to nose at her hand and clothes, looking for treats. With a sigh, she handed over a sugar cube that had...fallen on the ground from her tea. Yes. Absolutely that. "Don't think this is you getting your way," she informed it as it gently lapped at her hand. "That will just make you spoiled and unrideable. Hmm."

You know what? Liliana needed to make a few calls...

Turtle & Canary; Monday [12/02].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Apparently, Basketball Day and Play Basketball Day were two entirely different things, and Summer should feel bad for not knowing that, but guess what? Summer didn't feel bad in the slightest, there should not be two separate days, she didn't even care what Apu had to say about it, and she was honestly just irritated that he'd apparently spent the weekend while she was gone changing the floors in the store that so that anyone wearing sneakers would make squeaking sounds as they moved across it, just like when you played basketball on a gym floor.

"That is...so much unnecessary attention to detail," she stated, too flabberghasted that anyone would have that kind of energy to even insist upon it.

But he was too busy swooshing balls into the hoops he'd put up at all the end of the aisles to care. Just so long as he didn't accidentally hit any of the little ponies that Summer was trying very hard to not want to adopt (it was made easier, yes, by the fact that they would be gone tomorrow probably), she was fine with it.

Even if they did keep trying to eat things.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Popcorn
Fritters
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Stark Industries - Monday

[slothbabyproductions]

Having come back from her visit with her family yesterday, Kamala had gone from being delighted to find it snowing sugar yesterday to over-the-moon enthusiastic to find the Stark Lobby having multiple ponies in sweaters.

Sorry work, you were taking a back seat to Kamala taking lots of pictures and selfies with tiny ponies.

The Junkyard, Monday

[moreofaponchoguy]

Cal had been hoping for some good distractions at work today. Keeping a pair of ponies in sweaters from chewing on anything wasn't quite what he'd had in mind, but between giving lots of pets and keeping BD-1 from trying to ride them, the day could look a lot worse.

[Open!]

Trooper Station, Monday, December 2, 2024

[grenadesandohana]

Coming from Thanksgiving in Honolulu to December on the East Coast was not Steve's favorite experience, and he shot the sniggering Troopers a glare when they saw him coming into the office in his huge, heavy, puffy coat.

"You do know I'm a SEAL-trained sniper, right?" he retorted.

...and when their conversation turned to why someone would train marine animals to kill, well. Steve had planned to drink coffee, ignore them all and spend a futile day deleting Cyber Monday emails from his inbox, but the tiny ponies in sweaters moseying past the station caught his attention.

"Hey, stop licking the glass," he scolded lightly.

The Trooper Station is open!

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

"I am not serving Shetland ponies alcohol!" Eric protested as he came into the bar and noticed their new visitors.

Tiny rumbled a reply.

"Yes, they're wearing both shirts and shoes."

Tiny muttered something else.

"I am not being species-ist."

Eric was sulking over in the lounge. Tiny was getting Shetland ponies Scotch. Just another night in Fandom.

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

It was a rested Pam who made her way down to the store that morning. She'd spent the weekend working on a few small bath product projects of her own, and the all-natural lavender bubblebath and shower wash made it onto the shelves that day.

She didn't really know why she bothered - it wasn't like she was in this to encourage consumerism. But honestly, it had soothed her nerves in a way the rest of her frustrating research didn't.

By noon, she found herself back on the sofa, paging through several newspapers. Trying to get a sense of what else was going on on the mainland that might need her attention.

Now if only those ponies stopped trying to get in and eat the papers...

[[ open! ]]

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [02/12]

[giveittoyoursister]

In general, the store had cultivated a vibe that meant most of the customers didn't suddenly turn into entitled assholes this time of year, and Vi's shifts tended to be more or less the same level of chill as any other.

Of course, the key word here was 'most'.

For those who couldn't read the room, however, that was why Little Bot had his beloved and battered Cypher rulebook.