Fandom Island and Town

Pinkie's banana phone had woken her up this morning with the message that today was National Button Day. What a thing! Humans were so keen to celebrate that they had a whole day devoted just to buttons! If that didn't sound like a theme day for a party store, she didn't know what was.

So after she finished sending lots of instagrams of buttons to Rarity to share in the fashiony human holiday (a process involving printing the instagrams out on fancy paper and wrapping them up in ribbon and mailing them through the post office, since no matter what Pinkie said, she couldn't get Twilight to make up a spell that would make human phones work in Equestria), Pinkie got to work covering her whole store in the brightest, most funnest buttons she could acquire on short notice.

This being Pinkie, that was a lot of buttons.

"Watch out for the pinatas! Those are not for trampling!"

Or rather, alot of buttons.

"Be careful! You're going to set off the --"

BOOM!

"-- party cannons."

Pinkie had to stop letting alots into her store.

[open!]

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.

[open!]

Pinkie sat on a bench in the park, keeping a suspicious eye on the Discord statue, her earbuds firmly in her ears, her banana phone clutched between her hooves as she listened to months worth of back radio broadcasts.

Fandom had defeated Discord all by itself. Using improvised Elements of Harmony. The ponies back home had never managed that! When the Elements went missing, or when they returned them to the Tree, they had to do something else to stop the forces of disharmony! There was nothing more that Pinkie could teach the Fandomites about friendship. The students had surpassed the master.

Pinkie sniffled, then burst spectacularly into tears. When Gummy poked his head out of her mane, looking -- well, looking blank, but with the faintest touch of concern if you knew what you were looking for, Pinkie blew her nose and sobbed "I'm just so prou-ou-ou-ouuuuuuud" and hiccuped.

Now what the heck was she going to do on this island?

[open, if anyone else is willing to brave the screaming sun!]

"She had four legs that went all the way to the floor. I knew she was trouble the moment she came trotting through my door."

Pinkie had come in to work this morning to find a shipment of very dark chocolate bars, which had led her right down the rabbit hole into getting any candy with a face involved in an elaborate game of noir pretend.

Gummy was the detective. He was sat behind a desk constructed out of licorice gum drops and jelly beans, wearing a little fedora that Pinkie had come up with out of nowhere. There was a little pixie stick outline of a gummy bear on the counter, surrounded by artistic arcs of strawberry syrup. A pack of gum with a cheerful nineties zebra on it was a sobbing witness. By the end of the day, Pinkie would out herself as the culprit with a dramatic, megalomaniacal confession speech and go down in a dramatic jawbreaker fight.

She loved this job.

[Open!]

The shop had gotten an excess shipment of redhots this morning. Pinkie was entertaining herself by eating them by the hoof-full and spitting fire. So far, she had lit an entire birthday cake of candles, three camping lanterns, and a fondue pot that was now full of cheerfully bubbling chocolate.

Pinkie stabbed a strawberry with a fondue fork and dipped it gracefully into the chocolate.

Mmmm. Fondue!

[Open!]

The candy shop was always brightly colored and festive, so it took Pinkie a moment to notice that today all the candy was rainbow colored.

She didn't question it at all. As far as she was concerned, randomly appearing rainbow candies was the natural state of the world.

[Open!]

Someone had stocked the candy shop with a tiny candy donut making kit. Pinkie had already made a baker's dozen charming little faux donuts with a variety of frostings and toppings. She took a number of photos to upload to Instagram and Pinterest, using Gummy for scale.

Pinkie was an Instagram and Pinterest star.

[Open!]

It was Pinkie's very first day of work in Fandom Town! She was superduper excited, and after making the shop so clean it sparkled (literally), she decided the best use of her time in between customers was to check out all the various candies on offer.

After all, how was she meant to advise customers on the very best candies if she didn't at least try one of each? color?

[open!]

Pinkie had received several large barrels stamped with apples on the side in the mail, today. Which meant two things: one, that it was apple buck season back in Equestria and even though their cider tended to sell out in the matter of a few hours in Ponyville, Apple Jack had still thought to send a bunch to Pinkie here in Fandom; and two, Pinkie now had several barrels of delicious, non-alcoholic* cider to share with all her friends in Fandom!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS?

Pinkie had fully taken over one section of the park. There were picnic tables with festive, autumn leaf themed table clothes and picnicy flatware on them. There were vegetarian** snacks on offer. There was a giant banner reading "HAPPY IMPROMPTU OCTOBERFEST*** PARTY!" in extremely shaky English, with several pictograms, including a cider barrel, some pumpkins, and a grinning Pinkie, underneath.

And there was a line of tapped barrels with handy beersteins**** available to anyone who wanted any.

Which, considering Pinkie hadn't bothered to, say, send out emails or put up posters or make any other invites, might possibly be nopony in particular. But she was perfectly happy serving cider to the flamingoes and the teal deer that always liked to hang out with her when she was in a good***** mood, anyway.

* We're reasonably certain, anyway. Sure, it's carbonated enough to have a head on it, but the Flim-Flam brothers were making it fresh!

** Ponies don't eat meat. You're lucky it's not all made of flowers and hay.

*** Yes, it's still September. But human months don't make any sense to Pinkie, anyway. They barely even follow the moon!

**** But, you know, for non-alcoholic cider. Probably.

***** Babbling.

[ooc: Because Pinkie needs to throw more parties. And also has the attention span of a gnat crossed with a goldfish.]