J,GoB, Thursday Evening

[mustbeawitch]

Lydia had had different plans for this week's Supper Club, it must be said, but, well. She was a pony. As were quite a lot of other people.

She had thought about canceling, especially considering the horrible monsters roaming the streets, but they had taken last week off for the break and she feared that if everyone got out of the habit Supper Club would fade into history. So she had painstakingly typed out a message on her phone (it was unclear how good of a job she'd done, considering she'd been using her hooves) letting everyone know to meet at the bakery instead. It had goods made with apples. Horses could eat apples. It seemed logical.

Look, she was doing her best here. Welcome to Supper Club, everyponyone!

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor owed Don a tremendous apology of some sort for making his first day of classes yesterday so...unbelievably difficult. He did know that. He would have hoped that his being a pony today, and having to tend bar with hooves, would have gone a great way in hilarity toward paying his debt, but unfortunately, Don was also a pony. In the void. Where the novelty of his form seemed to have drawn the attention of the void beasts that had long since stopped paying attention to him in his normal form.

"Are you well?" he checked in as he tried to figure out how to handle bottles with his hooves.

For now, was all Don said, which was rather less information than Thor would have liked.

A massive apology. Flowers were not going to cut it.

(Open bar is open!)

All Around the Island, Early Thursday Morning

[shapethecentury]

The snow monsters had come and gone. Now how about something more historical, one one hand, and whimsical on the other?

All across Fandom, various kinds of dinosaurs faded into existence. The carnivores thought humans looked like a nice snack. The herbivores thought humans... looked annoying, probably. Point was, all the dinosaurs seemed pissed at all humans they came across.

Oh, did we say humans? We meant humans and ponies. Yes, because while the island was dealing with a little jurassic get-together, some residents found themselves with four hooves and cutie marks. That should... mix well.

And you still couldn't swear without the words getting switched out for something nonsensical and inoffensive. But you could still end up seeing some old memory of perhaps whoever had happened to live in your apartment before you. Maybe they had had to deal with this no-thumbs thing in the past, too!

[ooc: And here's some pony generators for you! The last two have sound, don't get jump scared like I did.]

Pixie Dust; Thursday [09/04].

[even_bigger_teeth]

So, what happened when a woman who could turn into a werewolf turned into a horse?

That was a good question, but Luma wouldn't have an answer to that, as she appeared to be completely unaffected by whatever was going on right now. It was still relatively unclear she had even noticed anything going on at all, in fact, or that she, like her sister before her, might have some sort of immunity.

(This immunity may be tied directly to the powerful nature of laziness and lack of time on the part of unseen forced, but who could really know for sure?)

She was just simply at work, as usual, and spending an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out what her thoughts on all these cowboy boots and snow gear that had arrived today were.

Pixie Dust is open!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz had managed to completely avoid whatever had been going on in Fandom this week and today was no exception and so far she was completely unaware of any type of invasion that might be happening outside.

She was hoping to get as much of a head start as she could on her admin work that morning, so she was focused on working on her spreadsheets and reports as well as answering the occasional email.

[The Photo Hut is open]