fandomtownies | Imperial Junke Yard, Wednesday afternoon

Though she'd initially felt reassured by her talk with Kitty, Pinkie was finding the lack of communication with Equestria harder and harder to deal with. Her mane and tail had steadfastly refused to bounce back up to their usual joyful curliness, instead draping stick straight down her neck and over her face.

In the past, the only thing that could cheer her up when she was in this kind of a mood was a party with her friends. Which . . . didn't really explain why she was now in the junkyard, her saddle bags bulging, collecting together bits and bobs in a large pile and talking to herself.

"Now, that won't do at all," she said, as she finished dragging a tangled mass of electrical wire from one of the piles. "Rarity would never let her hair get in such a state!" She flung the wire to the side with a grouchy frown. "It's not even purple. You saw how upset she was when the Great and Powerful Trixie turned her hair green! Aha!" She rolled a little blue teapot out of another pile with her nose. "Good choice! Rainbow will love it!"

Really, this just couldn't bode well.

[open, should anyone be willing to brave the off-balanced little pony]