The Park | Saturday Afternoon

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"What the fuck is this?"

Those were the words that Ronan was repeating as he tried to slog through the massive amounts of glitter that he'd encountered when he'd gone out to get something to eat. It'd covered his jacket and it was in his hair and it nearly hit his knees as he walked. After last week where he'd told someone (vaguely though it was) about dream things, now he was trudging through glitter.

"Fucking Gansey, fucking Declan, fucking Glendower," he seethed, kicking some glitter. That only served to spray it in an upward motion and right into his face. He growled and resisted the immature urge to throw a tantrum. Instead, he just pulled himself to a bench and sat down as glitter continued to rain down./

"I hate my life."

Ronan would have honestly preferred a night horror over this. Well, maybe. Very very slightly maybe.

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Pinkie, on the other hand, was loving it. She sproinged up even higher than usual as she skipped along through the park, occasionally sticking out her tongue to catch the falling glitter. At one point she stopped and made a glitterball with her hooves to hurl at an unsuspecting tree.

She eventually found the bench where Ronan sat and sproinged around it in a gleeful circle.

"BEST. BLIZZARD. EVER!!!!"

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"You can't be serious," Ronan said, glaring at the bouncing talking pony thing. "It's fucking glitter. What about this is good? What about this is the best?"

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie paused in her bouncing and gave Ronan a fairly impressive withering look. "Uh, that it's made of glitter."

Come on, Ronan. Don't be an idiot.

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"It'd be better if it were actual wet, cold snow." In his humble opinion. "At least that would come off easier than this crap."

He brushed some glitter off his jacket. It did nothing but spread the glitter out.

[locointhecoco]

"Snow is really fun," Pinkie agreed easily. "But snow blizzards happen all the time. A glitter blizzard is special!"

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"You're a talking pony, I don't know if your advice means anything. Maybe I just took some bad drugs," he said though he knew that wasn't true. "This?"

The blizzard of glitter that was currently raining down.

"This is stupid."

[locointhecoco]

"And you're a talking human," Pinkie said. "What's your point?" Why were humans so obsessed with the whole "talking pony" thing? Really, it was like they expected to be the only sentient beings in the whole world. "And I'm pretty sure the glitter's inanimate. So it's not smart or stupid at all."

Just to be sure, Pinkie tried greeting some of the glitter as it fell and swirled around her. Nope. No tiny little glittery responses.

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"In case you'd missed it, talking ponies aren't really a normal thing unless you're on acid or watching a movie," Ronan said, shrugging. "Or on this weird ass island, apparently, where anything can talk and be alive."

[locointhecoco]

"That's silly," Pinkie said, though her cheer was starting to wear slightly thin. She picked up a clump of litter in her front hooves and started shaping it into a cylinder. "Where I come from talking ponies are totally the most normal thing. Humans don't even exist. It's almost like 'normal' is a totally subjective term or something!"

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"No humans, huh?" Ronan's lip twisted for a brief second. "Probably a nice place considering how often humans destroy everything around them."

[locointhecoco]

"Oh yeah, Equestria's the best," Pinkie said. She set her cylinder down on end and started on a second one. "Everypony lives in magical harmony and we have adventures and the pegasuses control the weather so you always know when to schedule a party to get the most sunshine." Didn't that just sound amazing, Ronan? Didn't it?

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Sounded a little less dour than the world he lived in, that was for sure.

"And that doesn't ever get boring?" he wondered. "There's no conflict?"

[locointhecoco]

"Every now and then ponies get into arguments," Pinkie said. She started making a third column. "That's just part of life. And sometimes a monster attacks or an ancient evil rises up and my friends and I use the Elements of Harmony to take them out and save the world."

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"So, you're a superhero pony?" This place. He angrily shoved some glitter off his head and onto his jacket.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie snorted. "Like one of the Power Ponies?" She laughed, finishing a fourth column and started building a ball shape on top of them. "Nah, we're just really, really good friends. Friendship is magic, you know."

It can turn your enemies into stone, for instance.

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"What the hell are you building?" Ronan asked since he couldn't ignore the glitter sculpture any longer.

[locointhecoco]

"A glitter pony."

Duh.

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"Of course you are." Ronan rolled his eyes and shook his head. "How ridiculous that I'd even have to ask when we're in the middle of a freaking glitter storm."

[locointhecoco]

"Exactly," Pinkie said, starting on the neck. "It sure beats sitting on a bench like a lump!"

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"I was trying to get back to my room and out of this glitter," he corrected her. "Don't be presumptuous."

[locointhecoco]

"How does sitting on a bench get you home? Is it a magic bench?" On someone else, that might sound sarcastic, but Pinkie was perfectly earnest.

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"I was taking a break from stomping through glitter," Ronan growled, shaking his head. "I wouldn't be sitting here, just soaking up the ambiance but it's not really all that easy to walk through fifty feet of glitter."

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"You should try bouncing," Pinkie advised, stepping back to admire her physics defying glitter alicorn sculpture. "It's fun and it gets you above the drifts!"

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"No."

Just no.

"I don't bounce."

Ever.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob had no problem with the glitter - it sparked a bit when it went through him, but apparently the island didn't think it important enough to be tangible. He was mostly just incredibly amused by it.

A cartoon pink pony bouncing through the glitter? Now that was a sight to be seen! And laughed at.