Around town, Thursday afternoon

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Freed of her teacherly duties -- and her already rather tenuous grasp on sanity -- Pinkie decided that it was time to take action against the forces of darkness and friendlessness that were attacking. Being Pinkie, this meant getting out her party cannon to shoot decorations and balloons at people.

She was going to cheer this town up whether it liked it or not.

Anyone out on the streets this afternoon might encounter a manic pink cartoon pony shoving around a brightly colored cannon.

[ooc: it had to be done. Open!]

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Two Auditors were curiously wandering the streets- not that they would call it curious, because they weren't at all interested in any of this in anything but a professional capacity- and stopped right in their tracks when they saw a manic pink cartoon pony shoving around a brightly colored cannon.

"It is doing something," said Mr. Aquamarine.

"This is not normal behavior," said Mr. Cerulean.

"Horses should not be able to push weapons. That is not how it is done," said Mr. Aquamarine.

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"Hey!" Pinkie shouted when she saw them. "You look like you people need a party!" And she turned the cannon in their direction.

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"Parties are frivolous and unnecessary," said Mr. Cerulean.

"She is aiming the weapon at us," said Mr. Aquamarine. "This is not to be allowed."

"You!" Mr. Cerulean said, raising his voice while keeping a safe distance. e hadn't even meant to raise his voice, it simply modulated itself. "Parties are against our religion!"

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Pinkie was appalled. How could parties be against anypony's religion?! Surely it couldn't be true! She'd just have to show them how great a party could be!

"We'll just see about that!" she yelled, and hit the fuse on the canon with her hoof. Somehow, despite it very clearly being simply a little string fuse and her hoof very much not being made of fire, this set the canon off. It let out a blast of balloons and streamers and other decorative paraphernalia, which would all somehow land in such a way as to create a perfectly coordinated party atmosphere.

Possibly including firing little conical party hats onto the Auditors' heads.

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Mr. Aquamarine wasted no time in knocking the party hat from his head, feeling that it served no purpose there and therefore he had to remove it. It took Mr. Cerulean another moment to be able to aim his hand over his head to remove the hat that he could not see.

"This sort of chaos will not do," Mr. Aquamarine said, stepping forward to try and touch the cannon. He felt that such a thing should really not exist. Ever.

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Pinkie gasped as her cannon vanished. "How rude!" (Never mind the rudeness of forcing a party on unwilling guests. She hadn't learned that lesson of friendship, yet.)

She hopped up onto her hind legs, waving her front legs threateningly in the air not unlike an insect trying to scare off a predator. "You -- you PARTY POOPER!"

Yes, that was one of the most vicious insults Pinkie could think of.

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Both Auditors looked confused. Before Mr. Aquamarine could open his mouth to ask what a party pooper was and how it worked, which was a topic no one wanted to get super logical higher beings started on, Mr. Cerulean said, "It may be threatening us, trying to make itself bigger."

"It is not working," said Mr. Aquamarine. "I do not feel threatened."

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Oh, that was the last straw. "THAT'S IT!" Pinkie manage to hover for a few moments in the air with each syllable, all four limbs flailing in anger. Then she landed and braced herself, panting breath through her nostrils like a bull, and charged. "BIG MEANIE HEADS!"

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In most cases, if any sort of animal charged at them, they might feel some feeling (most might call it fear) at it, because that was natural. But this one had hovered, and it was yelling, and that was too confusing to know what to do with. Shouldn't the brain be able to sort things out and react to those things faster?

So Mr. Cerulean held out a hand palm-out at the precise angle to touch her... nose thing- What were they called on horses? -before she'd run into him entirely.

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Pinkie's eyes crossed to stare at the hand raised in front of her. Oh, like that was going to stop her! Human hands were no match for a charging pony muzzle!

Too bad for her that the Auditors weren't precisely human.

Were she still there, Pinkie would say that the faint *pop* was the sound of her shuttling off to go help run the Nothing party. But alas, she was gone.