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JGoB, Sunday morning

Since he'd woken up still shaped like himself again and since his mask was still safely attached to his head Stark had decided to take a walk this morning over to JGoB. In part this was because he was curious if any of the staff there had turned into ponies and if so how they were managing. He also just wanted something to eat.

It turned out the JGoB staff working today were not pony-shaped at this time but they were rolling with the weekend's weirdness and had a large variety of themed baked goods ready to go. Stark, of course, purchased an assortment.

He was now sitting at table near the door (in case any ponies needed help opening it) with a mug of tea and a a plate of horseshoe, unicorn, and pegasus shaped cookies in front of him.

[Open for your baked good or Stark needs or if you need someone who's still got 2 legs and thumbs for some reason]

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Well, it was a good thing Stark was seated by the door, because Annie was both dying for some baked goods and not really willing to use her teeth on a public door, gross, and so instead she was just going to sit here and kind of pathetically...bat at it with her hoof for a moment. (This thing with not having hands this weekend was the worst. The worst.)

She would probably have to give up and just, like, not have cookies if it went on much longer, because this was getting embarrassing. (More embarrassing than just baseline I'm-a-pony embarrassment, even.)

His strategic seating plan had been useful after all!

Stark hopped up from his seat to open the door. "Here," he said, "come in, come in."

"Hello, new best friend," Annie greeted him gratefully, sighing as she clip-clopped in. "How come you're not a horse, Stark?"

It did not seem fair, but she was curious if there was something she could do preventatively for the next time something wacky happened.

"I usually stay shaped like myself," Stark said with a shrug. "It's all very mysterious. I have woken up female, a few times, but that's still mostly me-shaped. Mostly." He still didn't like it when it happened but it had gotten progressively less traumatic over time.

"Maybe so there was someone left with thumbs." Thumbs were very in demand right now.

"Wait, hang on, you've woken up as a woman?" No one had warned her about that. Was being a pony weirder than waking up with a - no, you know what, Annie needed to focus, here. "Well, I for one am very grateful you have thumbs, because these hooves are the dumbest."

Like, real horse hooves maybe would have been better than these?

"Not recently. Not since I've been back." Which might mean it was overdue, but best not to think on that. "But yes. A few times. It goes away."

"I'm also grateful for being me-shaped still. But happy to help if you need it."

"Be careful or I'm going to drag you around the island to open doors for me until this wears off," Annie warned, only partly joking. "This is Annie, by the way, from the bar a couple weeks ago?" Because so far the only people who had recognized her right away had been people who knew Starlight, which made sense since she was basically cosplaying as a horse version of herself. "I guess I should be grateful this stuff wears off after, like, a weekend, right?"

Wait until she ran into her first week-long event.

"I didn't recognize you," Stark admitted. "But I haven't recognized anyone so far, as a horse. Hello, Annie. It does usually go away after a day or two. Tomorrow you should be you-shaped again. But if you do need help, or hands, or help with hands, you can ask."

His plans for the day mostly involved eating cookies and maybe leaving some horse-shaped cookies outside Liam's door.

"That is very kind of you," Annie told him sincerely. "I'm trying to think of this as, like, an exercise in being grateful for my hands? Because otherwise this is definitely the worst thing that's happened to me since I got here."

It had finally edged out the bat thing, since that had only been an evening.

"Oh, that's cute, they're like, themey with the cookies," she added, noting Stark's selection.

Stark nodded. "It can be very upsetting, not being yourself." He had very much not enjoyed waking up after Halloween remembering not being himself though the mask going missing had been a bigger issue. "You seem to be taking it well."

He gestured towards the cookies on the table. "Would you like one?"

"I figure I can take it well, or I can cry pony tears in my apartment all weekend," Annie said with something like a shrug. (It was hard, being a pony.) She eyed the cookies, then with a sigh, admitted, "I would like one, but, like, no judgement?"

Because she was totally going to try to just nose one of those horseshoes into a position where she could bite it, and Annie was a real no-elbows-on-the-table kind of gal, normally.

"No judgements," Stark agreed. If she ended up with the whole plate he'd deal with it. "Help yourself. Unless you need help."

"I'm gonna remember how nice you were when I'm a person again," Annie promised him, nudging a cookie towards the edge of the plate with her nose before carefully, as politely as she could, taking a bite of it. "Seriously, I owe you one."

"I'm happy to help," Stark said. "And to share. No reason not to. You can have more if you like."

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