The Perk, Saturday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had herself a nice, frothy hot cocoa and had stationed herself at the table by the window, enjoying the sun.

She also had a map of Fandom spread out on the table, with little statuettes of residents of the island scattered across it. And a green helmet with a star on it. And a little stick she used to push the little statuettes around the map.

"If I set off the party cannon here," she pondered, moving a tiny pink pony figure with a cannon over to the park. "That would get me the most coverage per square foot. Plus, it'll be out in the open so anypony can wander by and join in!"

This was going to be the most strategic party ever.

[ooc: It's the Perk, of course it's open.]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla had woke up with the sort of urges that nice Edwardian girls don't admit to recognizing, let alone doing anything about. And after a very long, cold shower, which didn't help at all, she'd taken Jims and fled for the Perk, hoping a calming cup of tea would help.

Had Pinkie Pie always been that adorable?

"Hello, Miss Pie," she said with a bright smile.

[OOC: I'm going to hell. Guess who got Bo's powers.]

[locointhecoco]

Of course she'd always been so adorable. She was a pink pony!

"Hi!" Pinkie greeted happily. "Want to help me plan the best party ever?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I would love to," Rilla said, which would be true any other day as well.

She sat down a little closer than she would have, though. "What's the occasion?"

[locointhecoco]

"It's Sunday!" Pinkie said. "Or it will be, tomorrow. Parties need careful planning in advance, sometimes."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Very true," Rilla agreed with a little grin, moving closer to the map. "Is this the plan?"

[locointhecoco]

"Yup!" Pinkie pulled a second green helmet -- this one sans star -- from . . . somewhere, and held it out for Rilla. "I don't think we have time to decorate the whole island, even with my party canon. So we're going to stick to the park."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"That's very smart of you," Rilla declared. "You're so smart. And pretty."

What.

[locointhecoco]

"Wow, thanks! You're really pretty, too."

For a human. She guessed.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You think so?" Rilla tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled. "I put a little extra thought into what I was wearing today--"

[locointhecoco]

"It's very fancy!" said the pony who almost never wore clothes.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I was hoping it would help me get noticed," Rilla replied, sitting in a way that best showed off her breasts.

To a pony. Oh, Rilla.

[locointhecoco]

Yeah, Pinkie really, really wasn't going to notice. "Is it a special occasion?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It feels like it should be," Rilla said. "I've been a-tingle all morning!"

[locointhecoco]

"Ooo, I bet that means something super good will be happening to you, today!"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I really hope so," Rilla sighed.

[locointhecoco]

"And then you can celebrate it at our party!" Pinkie flung her hooves into the air, knocking her helmet askew to a jaunty angle.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Oh, your hat," Rila said, reaching out to fix it.

[locointhecoco]

"What?" Pinkie attempted to stare at her own head. "What'd it do?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It's knocked a little askew," Rilla said, trying to resist the temptation to play with Pinkie's adorable curls.

[locointhecoco]

"Oh! I thought it had turned into a rabbit or something."

Less because that had ever actually happened to her and more because, well, she was Pinkie.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla blinked. "Does that happen often?"

[locointhecoco]

"Nope! But you never know!"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla was discovering it was very difficult to hit on a pink pony. Who knew?

"Not a bunny," she said, "though I'm sure it would make an adorable hat."

This from the girl with the ugliest green hat ever, so, take that under advisement.

[locointhecoco]

It probably helped that it wouldn't even remotely occur to Pinkie that a human might be trying to hit on her. If Rilla was a pony, then maybe. . . .

"It would, wouldn't it? Well, only if you could get the bunny to stay still. Bunnies are the most cooperative critters, you know."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if we ask them very nicely?"

How did become a normal conversation for Rilla to have?