The park, Sunday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

The voices in Pinkie's head were telling her to do some very unfriendly things. She was fighting back in the friendliest way she knew how: with a party! \o/

She had all her bestest friends from Ponyville here as guests, too. There was Rocky, the pile of rocks with the Hooflyn accent and the bad attitude. Or Mr. Turnip, the most pleasantest bucket full of turnips you could ever ask for as a guest! There was also Sir Lintalot, the high society Canterlot pile of lint, and Madam Le Flour. Pinkie wondered if the sack of flour had gained weight, but the label still said 5 lbs, and it was impolite to ask.

"I like the way the green scaly stuff on your withers clashes with your mane," Mr. Turnip said.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Turnip!" Pinkie answered. "Let me freshen up your cup of tea." The tea overflowed over the edge of the cup, but Pinkie didn't notice.

"You know what this party really needs?" Rocky asked.

"A brood Queen?" suggested Madam Le Flour.

"Oh that would be lovely," said Sir Lintalot. "I didn't get the chance to be stung and become host to the next glorious generation of brood yesterday before they were all shoved through a portal."

"I was going to say explosions," Rocky said. "But brood would be cool, too."

"You all make so much sense," Pinkie said. "I'm so glad I invited you to my party!"

[ooc: when Pinkie goes batshit, she goes full on batshit. Open!]

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[stacyexperiment]

Gwen was trying really hard to ignore the patches on her hands, and she wanted to get out of her room where she didn't have to think. And then she got to the park on her walk.

"What are you doing?" she wondered.

[locointhecoco]

"Having a tea party!" Which should be obvious, geez. "All my bestest friends are here!"

[stacyexperiment]

"Uh." Pretty sure something was up here. "You sure about that?"

[locointhecoco]

"Of course! There's Rocky and Mr. Turnip and Sir Lintalot and Madam La Flour. Say 'hi', everypony!" She kicked the table to make the four 'guests' wobble and said "Hi!" in four different wacky voices. "See?"

[stacyexperiment]

Maybe Gwen was the one losing it? She wasn't sure that was out of the question.

"By any chance, did you get stabbed by a giant alien monster yesterday?" she checked.

[locointhecoco]

"Yuppers! A Queen implanted an embryo in me to further the great Brood race. It wasn't very friendly."

[stacyexperiment]

"Yeeeeeeah," Gwen said, blowing out a breath. "Look, I'm going to go to the clinic." Immediately. "How about you come with me?"

[locointhecoco]

"Are there brood at the clinic?"

[stacyexperiment]

"Gonna guess no." Unless someone turned into one.

[locointhecoco]

"Well . . . I don't know." Pinkie looked back at her tea party table. "Can my friends come, too?"

[stacyexperiment]

"Sure. We'll make it a party," Gwen said. She had no idea.

[locointhecoco]

"Oh good!" Pinkie said. "The brood are pretty super duper unfriendly non-party ponies. Throwing a party at the clinic is sure to show them the error of their ways!"

Please ignore the way Pinkie's eye was twitching, Gwen. This actually wasn't that abnormal for the pony.

[stacyexperiment]

"Yeah, that'll totally work." Seriously, Pinkie needed a clinic, and maybe a psych eval. "Come on, let's get your friends to this clinic party."

[locointhecoco]

Yeah, but that last part was true all the time.

"Okidokiloki!" Pinkie agreed, pulling a wagon out of nowhere and loading her friends into it with great care. "Lead the way, pretty lady!"