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Arachne had gone out looking for more monsters and villains and Vikings to fight, only to find nothing. Nada. Zilch. So eventually she took a seat on a park bench and waited for any sign of anything.

And as she waited, something changed. She wasn't thinking of herself as Arachne, CIA supersoldier. She was Jessica Drew, Agent of SHIELD, aka Spder-Woman. The bloodlust she had felt was replaced by confusion. Then realization. Then anger.

Roxxon was still around on her Earth and because of whatever this was, she had no idea how many more lives they had destroyed with their evil.

Jessica pulled out her phone and booked the first portal she could back home. It wouldn't be until tomorrow night, but she could live with that. She could wait one more day. But after that, she was done with waiting.

..... Apparently for now that waiting was going to continue at this park bench. Sitting there in her costume. Um. She'd probably head off to get some sleep eventually.

[OOC: Hi, I've been doing IT on my computer since basically 1 am last night. I need entertainment. Open park!]

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Pinkie was still people-shaped, and still unaware that she was meant to be anything other than people-shaped, but she'd seen out her window -- the teeny-tiny crack in the window she'd been spying through since getting back in the night before -- that the creepy crawlies seemed to be gone, so she ventured out.

She still had her trusty rolling pin and butcher knife, though. "Okay, creepy-crawlies," she said in her bravest voice. "You're not gonna get one over on Pinkie Pie this time!"

[ooc: because I have SO MANY icons of this, and I have so far used only two.]

"They're gone," Spider-Woman announced. "They're gone and things are getting back to normal."

Then she actually looked at Pinkie. "Um. Kind of."

Pinkie Pie bent over and looked through her legs to see behind her, then straightened. "What hasn't gone normal?" she asked.

"I don't have a full checklist yet," Spider-Woman said, neglecting to mention the obvious thing. "But I just started remembering things right a few minutes ago.

"Oh!" Pinkie thought about that for a moment. "How can you tell if you're remembering them right? Sometimes you think you remember things but then it turns out other people remember other things but the things you remember seem like the right things to remember but does that mean that the things they remember are the wrong things or are both of you somehow right, and reality is just really subjective and ultimately meaningless?"

Edited 2014-03-30 02:36 (UTC)

"I went through a couple different lives during all of that stuff," Spidr-Woman said. "I didn't remember the other lives when I hanged those times. This time I do. Either this is the way things are supposed to be, or things just got much stranger. Either way, I'm taking this as real life until I find out differently"

"Oh!" Pinkie smiled. "That's a way better idea than obsessing over whether you just dreamed you were a pretty pretty princess pony, or you're actually a pony just dreaming you're a weird hairless bear thing with wiggly bits on all your feet."

. . . Wait, what?

"Did... Did you have dreams like that?" Spider-Woman checked.

"I don't know," Pinkie admitted. "Sometimes I just have random insights, so it might be that. Why, do you ever dream you're a pretty pretty princess pony?"

"I can't say that I have no," Spider-a woman said. "But there's probably a chance I will tonight now that you've brought it up."

"Glad I could help!" Pinkie said, giving Spider-woman a jaunty salute. "It's a fun one. You're all down on all fours like this," Pinkie demonstrated the proper pony position. "And you have lots of pony friends and you go on adventures and learn the true meaning of friendship!"

The process was entirely indescribable, but by the end of the sentence, Pinkie was a pony again, sproinging happily back and forth across the park path. She paused mid-jump -- like, mid-air mid-jump -- and blinked.

"Oh hey! I see what you mean about the memories thing, now."

"....." Spider-Woman failed to say. "So you're back to being yourself again?"

"I think so," Pinkie said. "I mean, I remember being myself when I wasn't myself but this is the myself that remembers the other myselves so maybe this is the real myself or maybe all of them are real myselves and I've just learned to tap into a deep overreaching multiuniversal unconsciousness full of different Pinkie Pie myselves. Omigosh!" Her mane flew up in a startle reaction. "I wonder if Gummy was different Gummies, too!"

"There's a pretty good chance of it," Spider-Woman said. "It seemed to hit basically everyone. Who's Gummy?"

"He's my pet baby alligator. We're besties."

"That's... kind of adorable, really," Spider-Woman said. "I don't remember hearing anything about an alligator, but I wasn't an avid radio listener recently either. Also, who knows, maybe he wasn't even an alligator."

"Awww," Pinkie said. "I bet he would have loved that."

Never mind that Pinkie had still been living in her usual apartment through her AU incarnations and should actually know if Gummy was Gummy or not.

She was the best pet owner ever.

"I'm sure he would have," Spider-Woman agreed. "So what's it going to be like for you readjusting? Hopefully the other you didn't do anything too ridiculous, did she?"

"I dunno," Pinkie said. "What counts as 'too ridiculous'?"

"Anything that's going to make things awkward for you in the next few days," Spider-Woman suggested. "But you probably roll with the punches, I'm guessing."

"I don't really do awkward," Pinkie said. "I prefer to do happy."

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