Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Monday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie tipped her bright yellow construction hardhat back on her head and wiped her sweaty forelock with her hoof. It'd been a long month and a half of forgetting to post party preparations and perfecting permits, but her party planning paradise was finally nearly ready. She pulled a conveniently placed cord and yanked away the enormous drop cloth covering the old party store to reveal her vision:

The entire facade was now shaped like an enormous pony, with brightly colored shingling to mimic the festive paper layering of a proper pinata. A fiber glass Pinkie statue balanced on its hind hooves greeted customers out front next to the door, arranged so it could be dressed up for any occasion, with room for advertising signage between her front hooves. Inside was a veritable mecca of party supplies: balloons and streamers and plastic cups, plates, and flatware in every possible color and pattern (and a few others besides), with an entire bakery decoration station with all the plastic bobbles and cake toppers you could possibly want. There was a full array of variously sized party cannons in the back -- with a sign informing customers of the age limit on sales of party firearms -- and a consultation office full of binders of even more spectacular party ideas for those who wanted Pinkie's direct expertise on the theme for their next big bash.

You could only glimpse these wonders through the locked front doors now, though, and only by peering around the large banner hung across them:

Pinkie Pie's Party Palace
GRAND OPENING GALA!
Friday, September 23rd
Food, drink, and entertainment for all ages!
Be there or BE A SQUARE

Pinkie was so excited! She could barely contain the urge to vibrate so hard she jackhammered down all her hard work! She settled instead for sproinging around her shop in a circle, singing a happy song to herself while she got started on the finishing touches.

This was going to be the best.

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[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

Standing outside the.... Giant pony-shop, Negasonic just sort of stood there and stared.

Seriously?

What the fuck?

She pulled out her phone to instagram this because it was unbelievable and needed to be shared..

[locointhecoco]

"Hihihi!" Pinkie greeted. "I'm Pinkie Pie! Are you new? I'm guessing you're new. But then I wasn't here all summer so it's kind of hard for me to tell! I usually know everypony at least on sight and everypony knows me because I'm the only pony! Hi!"

Welcome to Fandom, Negasonic.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

...

Okay. Now Negasonic was taking a video of the talking pony and posting it with the note: Just checking: This is a video of a talking ping horse, right? Trying to make sure I haven't lost my mind.

"Um. Hi?"

She had no idea how to hashtag this.

[locointhecoco]

I'd suggest "deliriumtremens" but she's not an elephant.

"What's your naaaaaaaaaaaaaame?" Pinkie asked encouragingly.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"Negasonic Teenage Warhead," she said in a flat tone. There was a small pause before she added: "Did you say your name was Pinkie?

[locointhecoco]

"Yuppers! Short for Pinkamena Diane Pie." She was quite proud of her name. It was so descriptive! "Your name is super neat, too! Almost like a pony name!"

And her coloring was thematic. Maybe she secretly was a pony?

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

She was definitely not a pony.

At least until that transformation happened again.

"That's..."

She was very uncertain how to respond to that.

"That's actually a cool name."

Probably because she's giving someone a compliment.

[locointhecoco]

"Thanks!" Pinkie offered her a hoof to shake, oblivious to the momentous occasion. "It's loverly to meet you, Negasonic Teenage Warhead! Do you think you might come to my grand opening party on Friday?"

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to get covered in glitter am I?"

She still had that shit on her from Ada's party.

[locointhecoco]

"That depends," Pinkie said thoughtfully. "Would being covered in glitter make you happy?"

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"No."

Seriously, Pie. Look at her dressed in black.

[locointhecoco]

What, you don't think goths can do glitter?

"Then nope! I'm not really into parties that don't make people happy."

Why even call those parties?

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"I can be completely happy without glitter," Negasonic replied with an eyeroll. "Glitter doesn't necessarily mean happiness."

That's probably heresy for Pinkie.

[locointhecoco]

Filly please. This pony's been best friends with Derek Hale.

"Of course not," Pinkie scoffed. "It's not magic happy powder. You seem like more of aaaaaaaa . . . bass so heavy there's no point to even try to talk to anyone party kind of pony."