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]

"I get confused by that too!" Rilla exclaimed. "I think they're dead, though, just..." she lowered her voice, "never getting into Heaven."

[locointhecoco]

"Oh no!" Pinkie cried. ". . . What's Heaven?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It's where people go when they die," Rilla said. "And maybe ponies too!"

She'd have to check with Reverend Meredith about that.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie gave her a suspicious look. "Well, I've never heard of it."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It's very nice!" Rilla assured her.

Rilla was the worst ever at hitting on people.

[locointhecoco]

She really, really was.

"What kinds of stuff do you do there?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Play harps, wear nightgowns, bask in the presence of God's love..." Rilla rattled off.

[locointhecoco]

"Well, I guess harps are fun. . . ."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"And God, though I don't know if fun would be the proper way to describe Him," Rilla said.

[locointhecoco]

"It is nice to make new friends," Pinkie supposed.

Yeah, sorry Rilla, she had no clue who God was.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Maybe ponies wouldn't go to Heaven! Gasp!

"He's the first and most important Friend we'll ever have."

Someone had been a goody-two-shoes at Sunday School.

[locointhecoco]

"If he was my first friend, then wouldn't I know who he is?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla looked aghast. "You don't know about God??!"

[locointhecoco]

"Uhhhhhhh, nope! But I haven't met everyone on the island yet."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"God's not on the island," Rilla said. "Well, there's Loki, but he's a heathen so I don't think he really counts..."

[locointhecoco]

"Oh neat! What's a heathen?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Someone who doesn't believe in God," Rilla replied, nodding.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie . . . still didn't get it. "Does God have really low self-esteem or something?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla gaped at her. "I don't think so?" she finally stammered.

[locointhecoco]

"Then why does he need people to believe in him?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"..."

"..."

"...because He's God?"

It made sense to Rilla?

[locointhecoco]

"I guess it would make more sense if I met him," Pinkie supposed.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you don't meet Him until you're dead," Rilla said.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie frowned. Yeah, she wasn't getting this AT ALL. "Then how do you know he's friendly?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"The pastors all say so," Rilla replied earnestly.