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Streets of town- Thursday afternoon

Kitty's portal back to Fandom had been delayed a few times due to weather, which she figured meant that she would be coming back to some kind of rain that would require a shower when she got home. She'd been relieved to see it was just snow, because she totally could handle that.

Then she'd tried walking through it, and it was cold and there was too much snow and screw it, she was just going to phase the rest of the way and not deal with it, and then enjoy the warmth at the house.

Or, you know, not.

[Open if anyone's out in this! Mostly I've had this experience minus the phasing and of course I'm gonna take it out on a character.]

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Éponine, slogging along through all the snow with her mailbag, would probably have killed to be able to phase through the drifts -- you know, the ones she was repeatedly cursing in some extremely colorful argot that she could only have picked up from Montparnasse.

At least she took a break from that for a minute when she spotted Kitty.

"Isn't it nice, this weather we've got?"

Just because she couldn't actually melt the snow through sheer concentrated sarcasm (there was a seasonally useful superpower, maybe) didn't mean she wasn't going to try.

"Oh my god, you're actually working in this?" Kitty asked. Clearly this was not okay.

Pinkie stood on a street corner, staring suspiciously up at the sky, looking out for windigoes. She'd apparently been doing this for long enough that she'd turned a delicate shade of lavender in the cold.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" she shouted into the storm. "WE'RE NOT EVEN ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER!"

You tell those clouds, Pinkie.

Kitty blinked. "Are you yelling at weather?"

Pinkie stomped all four of her hooves at once. Any other time, the move might be called a 'bounce'. "Of course I am! This is completely uncalled for! I mean, the fireplaces are super pretty and Gummy and I love curling up and making hot chocolate when it gets snowy, but this is crazytime bananapants out here!"

"You're not gonna get an argument out of me," Kitty said. Also the stomping was adorable. "Why aren't you inside?"

"Nopony controls the weather here," Pinkie explained. "I'm trying to make sure this isn't a windigo problem."

Not that Pinkie had ever seen a real windigo. But still, champion of friendship, here! She had a job to do!

Kitty knew by now that if she asked this question she was going to spiral down a conversational wormhole of Pinkieness, but she had to ask it. "What's a windigo?"

She was assuming it had nothing to do with Canada.

"Well, I s'pose I didn't have to," Éponine admitted, "but I don't very well want to have to carry two days' worth of mail around tomorrow and I don't want to sit at home in the dark. Really I only didn't know what to do with myself."

And she was not exactly a model of good judgment.

"Good thing I've got a fireplace now, at least, all of a sudden, because if this island's got to be strange at least it's thoughtful about it sometimes and I don't have to worry about my cat staying warm."

Pinkie took a deep breath, which was also a pretty good indicator of incoming epic Pinkiness.

"They're meanie spectral horse creatures who live in the clouds and feed on disharmony and hate and make big storms when they get together and have a feeding frenzy and then everypony argues even more until everypony freezes solid or somepony figures out what's going on and gets everypony talking and sharing and being friends again so the fires of friendship warm everypony back up and defrost the world and the windigoes go away to find some other hate to feed on and that's how Equestria was founded!"

What?

"You got a fireplace all of a sudden?" Kitty asked.

She didn't know about the power outage yet, no.

"That did not end in the place I thought it would," she admitted. "Ponies argued so much they froze?"

"I woke up this morning and it was there," Éponine told her. "Seems the electricity's out everywhere, too, something to do with this storm."

"Yuh-huh," Pinkie said. "That's just one of the reasons why friendship and harmony are so important."

"Are you kidding me?" Kitty sighed. "This was like the perfect day to cuddle up with some dogs and a boy and TV and do nothing."

"Serious question," Kitty began. "Is friendship a heat source?"

"Well, you'd have to make do without the TV, but at least you'd have the rest of it," Éponine said, mostly succeeding at not sounding too envious. "And maybe you'll have a new fireplace of your own, too. But it's awfully annoying, isn't it? I don't like this weather."

"It is if there are windigoes," Pinkie said. "At least in Equestria. I don't know how it works if nopony controls the weather."

"I shouldn't complain. Where I'm from is getting it way worse," she said. "...But this sucks and I hate it."

"I mean... do you have to like, be friends really really hard for it to work?"

Tomorrow that would be getting all the 'that's what she said's.

"It never got quite this bad at home," Éponine said, "but then, at least here I've got decent shoes and a coat. Still, it isn't much fun."

She looked down at her feet and frowned. "And decent shoes or not, I'll be walking on blocks of ice after much longer. D'you think people will mind too much if they have to wait another day for their mail?"

"The superduper bestest of friends!" Pinkie said. "But you only need one group of superduper besties to get rid of the windigoes."

"I think people probably won't be checking for it much today anyway," Kitty said. "Go home, warm up, cuddle your cat."

"I need to stop thinking about how this works," Kitty said.

Good luck to her.

Éponine looked vaguely guilty for a moment, then nodded. "It's a good thing I've got a whole stack of books I've yet to read, since how am I supposed to play Candy Crush after my phone's run out of battery?"

Stupid game. Stupid stupid game.

"By magic," Pinkie told her. "That's what friendship is, you know."

"I have a battery pack in my purse," Kitty offered, because of course she did.

Because why wouldn't everyone be out in this weather?

Though hopefully Kitty wouldn't be too spooked by a massive black wolf sullen trying to make its way around town. Look, he needed milk and this was his warmest outfit.

"That's... The best answer to that, actually," Kitty decided.

Kitty had never seen Derek in full wolf form, but she just assumed by now that any non-squirrel animals she saw here were normally people. "What's up," she said, conversationally.

"Especially 'cause it's true," Pinkie agreed.

Derek very carefully put the half quart of milk down on the snow to lick his muzzle and make an annoyed noise.

And it would be polite if Kitty would ignore the lazy tail wagging.

". . . I have got to get one of those."

Yes, Éponine was aware that she'd developed quite the dependency on her phone in the past couple of years.

No, she didn't care if anyone thought that warranted concern.

"But it's all right," she said after a long pause. "You might need it yourself if this goes on much longer."

"I have a couple at the house," she admitted. "I have a very real problem, I know."

"So if we're all really good friends today, do you think this'll stop?" Kitty wondered, and that was like the most seven-year-old thing she'd ever said.

She at least wasn't going to comment on it!

"Yeah, I've over it too," she said. "And I just got here."

"Ha -- smart of you, that is! It wouldn't do for you to run out of battery, would it?" asked Éponine, who saw nothing at all unreasonable about this concern. "Especially in a storm like this, good lord, where we're all likely to get trapped at home if it keeps up, and how else is anyone supposed to know where we are? I don't know what anyone did before phones were invented."

. . . Éponine, you're from back then.

"I think we probably wandered around lost and confused," said Kitty, digging the battery pack out of her purse to offer. "With a lot more talks that went like 'where were you, you could have been lying in a ditch somewhere.'"

"It sure as heck couldn't hurt to try it!"

Éponine didn't quite pounce on the battery pack, but there was a distinctly happy noise.

"Well now. I can't say I'm sorry my father never knew when I was doing that," she said, her pleased expression broken only briefly by a scowl. Because yes, there had been literal sleeping in ditches from time to time. "It's good I could disappear for a while now and then, but now I'm used to having this thing I don't much like the thought of going without it any more."

"And it's good that you don't." Especially if there was any possibility of ditch-napping. "I don't actually look at mine that much, but when I can have it with me I need to have it with me."

Her superhero costume didn't really come with phone pockets.

No, no possibility of ditch-napping now, since she didn't have to run away from home any more.

"I don't look at mine all that often either," Éponine admitted, "except to play games, but I'm always checking to make sure I've got it on me now. God knows it cost me enough that I should hate to lose it."

She'd been half-consciously patting down her coat pockets as she spoke, too, just to illustrate the point.

"Ugh, yes. And it's such a hassle to upgrade... Next time my phone bites it I'm just going to beg Tony Stark for a new one." Or she'd try to fix it herself, whatever.

"Cosette's got one of those," Éponine said with a slight roll of her eyes, because of course Cosette did, "along with the one she already had. From class, I think."

Like, for free and everything. Seriously, how was that even fair?

She pulled her phone, which was fairly scuffed up by now and two models out of date, out of her pocket and frowned at it. "S'pose I'm due for a new one now, but so long's it still works . . ."

"Might as well wait till the new version comes out anyway. Then the other models go way down in price, or you can get them free," Kitty said. "Which means faster games."

Éponine ~~felt like this conversation had actually happened today~~ perked up at the idea of faster games. "I think I'll do that, then. It isn't quite the same as having the newest thing, but it'll be good enough for me."

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