fandomtownies | Onboard the alien spaceship and then to the park, Friday afternoon

Pinkie Pie	Pinkie's eyelids fluttered, then snapped open, her blue eyes dilating dramatically before settling into their usual -- still enormous -- size. The hatch above her opened obligingly with a hiss, and she sat up slowly, peering around. "Omigosh!" she said, boggling at the strange space she found herself in. "Omigosh!" She stood up on her hind legs in the pod, peering at and over the edge of the hatch. She bounced down, her legs wobbling visibly under her like al dente noodles before firming back up. "Omigosh!" She zipped around the pod in a circle, looking every which way. "THIS IS SO COOL!"
The Zin	That was... a noise. The Zin soldier outside in the hallway frowned. That was a noise, and it was remarkably shrill. This was the holding area. There should not be noise. The soldier would have known if he'd been reassigned to the torture wing. He walked towards the security pad just outside the holding compartment and punched in his code. The door slid open.
Pinkie Pie	"Hi!" Pinkie greeted, waving a hoof. "Is this your creepy alien space ship?"
The Zin	It was the four-footed one. And it was out. And it was waving at him. The Zin soldier was briefly taken aback. Which meant he made a garbled noise that lasted a few seconds; only then did he raise his weapon.
Pinkie Pie	"I'm going to take that as a 'yes'," Pinkie said. And lowered her head, breathing steam out her nostrils, and charged the Zin soldier like a bull.
The Zin	"¬¶¤¤§?!" The soldier fired wildly in Pinkie's general direction. Or what had been Pinkie's general direction five seconds ago. Then he fired wildly up at the ceiling as a giant pink ponyhead struck him against the stomach and floored him utterly.
Pinkie Pie	Pinkie cackled gleefully as she trampled the soldier. She'd feel worse about that but in her world trampling at most meant spending a scene in some artfully wrapped bandages, so it didn't really occur to her. Instead she rushed out into the ship proper, galloping and along and looking around for a handy-dandy exit sign. Oooo, hey! There was one over there!
The Zin	It was lunchtime for the Zin: the afternoonly slop had been prepared, and now many soldiers were lining up by the buffet to tget their measly portion. Clang-clang-clang. As one, they turned towards the hallway. As one, they watched the pony galloping past. "¶¶¶!"
Pinkie Pie	"Almost there," Pinkie muttered, as she lowered her head and put on an extra burst of speed. "Alllllmost theeeeeeeeere -- HIYA!" She waved at the crowd of boggling soldiers without ever losing stride.
The Zin	That jolted the boggling soldiers out of their stupor. They started firing after her wildly. Someone screamed for the rest of them to follow her, because the teleporter was right that way!
Pinkie Pie	One of the lasers caught Pinkie on the flank, leaving a little star shaped scorch pattern and making her leap several feet into the air. "Ouch!" She looked back at the wound and grinned. "Tag! I'm it!" And then she ran up the wall onto the ceiling and started charging back towards the soldiers.
The Zin	... There was a pony. On the ceiling. A charging pony. On the ceiling. "▒▒░╣?!?!" One of the soldiers let out an unearthly cry. RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!
Pinkie Pie	"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" cried Pinkie as she continued barrelling down -- up? -- at them. This was much more like it! This cartoon pony had missed her physics! "OLLY OLLY OXEN FREEEEEEEEE!"
The Zin	Why were they running?! They didn't know! Maybe they should stop! Maybe they should... something... something... crazy pony... One lost alien fired a bolt at Pinkie's tail; one of his compatriots quickly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him physically out of Pinkie's path.
Pinkie Pie	"HEY!" Pinkie pouted at her now scorched and smoking tail. Ah well. It'd grow back just fine by the next scene. She tripped over a light in the ceiling and collapsed into a rolling ball of pink pony that spiralled back down the wall to the floor and rolled after the fleeing soldiers like a bowling ball.
The Zin	"PONY BALL! PONY BALL!" shouted the more learned alien at the front. He threw his gun aside as he ran further and further down the hallway, the others behind him. "I'D LIKE TO SEE MY WIFE ONE MORE TIME!" There were more blinking 'EXIT' lights this way, too.
Pinkie Pie	"Oooo!" Pinkie squeaked as she rolled past one of the exit signs. "That's my cue!" She popped back out of ball shape and zipped -- literally -- towards the exit. "Toodaloooo!"
The Zin	The exit was a big room with lots of red lights and a big flashy blue light-tube in the center. There was a control console to the right; it had a sheet of paper taped to it that read 'OUT TO LUNCH'. There was nobody there. Mostly because the soldiers hadn't figured out Pinkie was gone yet.
Pinkie Pie	Red lights and blue lights and flashy things! . . . Pinkie was just going to start mashing a bunch of buttons, here. She did take a moment to pull out a pen and scribble "enjoy!" and sign the sheet of paper with a hoofmark before she got to the really serious button mashing, at least.
The Zin	The light flashed purple. Then it flashed blue. Then it flashed red. It went on like that for a while, not unlike a disco ball. Then it hit yellow, and suddenly it stopped shifting: in the center of the yellow light was a hazy, wavy image of Fandom's park.
Pinkie Pie	Pinkie let out a delighted squeaky toy squee and sproinged her way over to the yellow light. "FANDOM!" she cried. "I'MA COMING HOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!"
The Zin	Hopefully it wasn't too much of a damper on her enthusiasm that the portal opened up right above the duck pond.
Pinkie Pie	Pffft. That was not a damper at all. Pinkie skipped out into mid-air, paused, noticed she wasn't standing on anything, and managed to turn her subsequent fall into a perfect swan dive into the pond. Then she surfaced and let out a streaming fountain of water and splashed her hooves happily at one of the more irate looking ducks.

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Onboard the alien spaceship and then to the park, Friday afternoon

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