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Fandom Pride Parade: Saturday Afternoon

The day started with a rainbow. Not that there had been any rain last night, really. The island, noticing the ~~handwavy~~ posters up around town, had figured it wanted to contribute to the spirit of the whole thing, and slapping a big, bright rainbow into the sky had seemed like the obvious way to do it. By around noon, it was clear that the rainbow was going to be sticking around, too, less a meteorological phenominon and more a banner painted across the sky. Down below, little flowers had popped up overnight in bright colours, some mimicking the rainbow up above, some in other configurations; pink-purple-blue, blue-pink-white-pink-blue, black-grey-white-purple, yellow-white-purple-black, and so on. The flowers, fortunately, were there to be pretty, with no other weird effects on the island's populace.

Though, really, if presenting a bouquet of them to one's favourite person ended well for somebody, the island wasn't going to complain, either.

The parade itself was to start on the Causeway, a good gathering point for Fandomites in the past, and a fairly central location on the island. From there it would follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity and following it until it turned into Loon and Loon turned into Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where people were welcome to sit and mingle to their hearts' content.

The weather was nice, making liars out of the meteorologists in favour of shunting clouds aside for sunshine and a pleasant breeze. A perfect day for a parade!

[OOC: Open! Welcome to Fandom Pride!]

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Prom, Community Center, Friday Evening

It was possible that the strange creatures that had invaded Fandom last week were still on everyone's mind when the Student Council had designed the decorations for Prom. Glittery cardboard animal-hybrid monsters awaited everyone as they arrived to the community center, and made their way inside along a blue and yellow carpet flanked by glowing, glittery red eyes.

Nothing in the decorations looked like a rabbit though. Some memories were just too much to make fun of.

Welcome to Prom, folks!

[OCD is up! Getting this up early for potential SP needs! | Arrive/Mingle : Photographer : Food and Punch : Dance Floor : Shadowy Corners : Chaperones : Prom Court : OOC ]

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The Park, Sunday Afternoon

"Oh yeah!"

Zack had been more than a tiny bit antsy over the past little while. There had been a lot going on in his life, and while running the animal shelter was fun, it wasn't what he'd been quite literally made for. Not by a long shot. So when the tremors had started yesterday, he'd taken to the streets to fend off hostile bunnies with a reckless abandon. And today? Today things had gotten even better. Swing a too-large sword at a jackalope here, fry a handful of killer goldfish with a blast of Thundaga there...

If he didn't think too hard about anything else, he could just kind of fall into a rhythm.

Now if only these monsters dropped loot. Then it would be just like home.

[OOC: Open, if there are any fighters bopping about this fine Easter day!]

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The Boards, Sunday Afternoon

Alright, Jono was here. Jono was totally not freaking out in the least. Jono had set up a few mics and patch cables onstage in case anybody showed up and wanted to jam, and...

... Yes, he had brought beer, just in case it turned out he was going to have to bribe people into playing anyway. But that was a last resort thing. Or else a 'yay, we have a band now, I'm not even a teacher this semester so I can be a terrible influence and let minors celebrate this fact with a drink because we all know you're going to do so anyway at Caritas if you want to' thing.

The posters were still up around town advertising band tryouts or whatever today, and he'd changed up the marquee today to read:

Try Out For the Band!
Here, today!
All skill levels and musical styles welcome!

He even hauled over a few extra instruments from Groovy Tunes, in case people didn't want to drag over, say, a drum set or a keyboard or half a million amplifiers for their electric guitars or anything like that. He was thoughtful that way.

[OOC: Open to all! C'mon in and play!]

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Caritas- Tuesday

It kind of sucked to have to work at night on Valentine's Day, but Kitty was the boss blah blah with responsibilities blah. Also who knew, maybe there'd be customers who needed to be at a bar tonight.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
FIRST ROUND FREE

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The Boards, Thursday Evening

Jono had had big plans for tonight at the Boards, but the events of the last few weeks had thrown something of a wrench in the gears when it came to organizing the showcase he'd wanted to hold.

... Or even finding people to perform in it. Which meant that he was going to have to adjust his plans somewhat.

A lot.

There was a new sign up where the old one had been.

Due to Unforeseen Circumstances, The Fandom Showcase Has Been Cancelled.
Come in for an Open Mic Instead!
There's Beer.

When all else failed, bribe people to participate. And if anybody needed Jono, he'd be on the stage playing his guitar for the duration of the evening or until somebody else showed up who wanted to perform. Whichever came first.

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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Okay, so Jono totally could have taken today off and just brushed it off as the result of another holiday, but he'd already taken too much time when he'd taken last weekend off.

... For Christmas.

He was bad at this. But at least this was the sort of job he could come to without really feeling like it was work. Always had been, and with any luck it always would be. And hell, once the CD racks were stocked and he'd spent some time poking through them curiously trying to find the name of an artist that Eliot had mentioned to him on Thursday, he was even sitting down with one of the guitars from the back wall and giving playing along with her music a try.

It was country. It still wasn't really his thing. But boredom was a hell of a motivator, and he wasn't expecting today was going to be terribly busy anyway. Maybe later he'd toy around with fledgling plans to set up some sort of island-wide support network for people who weren't completely comfortable with their powers. Not to be mistaken for a heroing team. Because Jono wasn't getting involved in heroing teams anymore.

He wasn't, dammit.

[OOC: Open! Fiery goth-grunge mutant unexpectedly playing twangy country within.]

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Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Thursday

"What's that, Gummy?" Pinkie asked as she worked on organizing the tiny flying reindeer into an indoor aerial display. "An emergency in Equestria? Is it changelings? Or maybe a spooky spectral diabolical king from the frozen north? Or -- hang on, how would you know about an emergency in Equestria before I do?" She trotted over and gasped when she saw the royal notice that Gummy was sitting on. "PRINCESS CADENCE AND SHINING ARMOR ARE HAVING A BABY? Omigosh, they're going to need so much help! Twilight's gonna be an auntie! I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE BY PROXY!" She pranced excitedly in place for several moments, emitting a high-pitched "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" then froze.

"I have to go. I have to be in Equestria. But -- Fandom -- but -- Equestria -- but -- GUMMY WHAT SHOULD I DOOOOOOO?"

Gummy blinked at her.

"You're right. I've done all I can here. And I don't want to end up a spooky people-eating pony like that one we met a couple weeks ago. It's time . . . to go."

Moments later, a new banner unfurled against the giant pinata facade of the store:

PINKIE PIE'S PARTY PALACE GOING AWAY GALA SALE
Everything must go! Including the proprietor
Fandom I'm going to miiiiiiiiiiiiiiss yooooooooooooooou!

The party palace was open. For the last time.

[THASS RIGHT BOOOIIIII I'm swapping Pinkie Pies. This is pony Pinkie's last post on the island. Come say byyyyyyyyyyyyyyye!]

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Streets of Fandom, Friday Evening

So, the great thing about this whole situation so far was that all of Sparkle's pointy things and shooty things were still on him when the island had swapped over, because Sparkle had been paying attention on Wednesday, and he wasn't stupid.

Or maybe he was stupid, because he was still fucking here. But besides that...

The less great thing was that there was nothing edible in the damn apartment. Even the houseplants had long since died, dried, and fallen to dust, and Sparkle was pretty sure he didn't want to know what out there would be so dire that he'd leave Pauline to the not so tender mercies of dehydration and horrible doom, but maybe that was for the best. She probably wasn't an edible plant anyway.

The trouble with being hungry was that after almost two days without eating, even Sparkle was willing to do something stupid like actually go outside instead of waiting for more competent persons to sort this out, and if he was going to do that, well, better to do it before he was completely ravenous, as opposed to uncomfortably running on empty.

So. Here was Sparkle, walking the streets, wide-eyed and pretty sure he was the island's biggest idiot right now, looking for some indication as to where to find food. Had to be somewhere, right? This place wasn't completely deserted. It just mostly looked that way.

Maybe he should have tried gnawing on the upholstery or done one more sweep in the pantry for some petrified Pop-Tarts or something. Just one more.

[OOC: Boy hadn't had his seasonal dose of trauma yet. THAT CHANGES NOW. Open!]

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Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Friday

Pinkie Pie's Party Palace had seen better days. The happy colors had all faded to sickly yellows and blood reds, no matter how many times Pinkie tried to repaint them. The shingles were so patchy it looked like her pinata facade had mange. Something had actually melted the fiberglass Pinkie, into a weird, pasty piece of sculpture that looked like it might have been made by Salvador Dali. As a reproduction of the horse from Guernica.

Pinkie was just about ready to give up on opening today.

[open! Note: Pinkie's thread with . . . Pinkie . . . will be the last one chronologically]

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Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Wednesday

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!]

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Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Tuesday

So there was apparently something Going On on the other side of the causeway today. Being from a weirdly-merit-based monarchy in which federal office was granted via magical transformation into an alicorn, Pinkie did not really understand just what that something was. Sure, Ponyville had a mayor, but great citizen Pinkie had no idea how that mayor had been chosen for mayor, other than her mayorific paperwork-based cutie mark. Student council elections, both here and back home in Equestria, were the closest parallel Pinkie knew.

Literally none of this was going to stop her from going with a theme when she saw one. The entire store was decked out in red, white, and blue bunting, and everypony who came through the door would find themselves wearing a complementary straw boater at a jaunty angle. A teal deer with a donkey tail clipped gently to its butt wandered confusedly through the aisles, while a juvenile alot of love attempted to knock the pink elephant mask off its head with its hind leg in a back corner.

Caffeinated beverages were buy-one-get-one-free, and the check out counters had impulse-buy baskets full of nail clippers and chewable thimbles so you wouldn't injure your fingers while you were biting your nails.

Come one, come all, for your one-stop election party shopping needs.

[open!]

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Homecoming Carnival Post I | The Park | Friday, October 21

To signify the start of Homecoming Weekend, the park had been transformed once more into a bright, noisy carnival for the students and staff, residents of the town and, most importantly, any alumni who'd decided to come back for a visit.

The weather was still a little unseasonably warm during the day, which was probably good news for everyone potentially getting wet, and there were plenty of opportunities for fun and personal enjoyment... whatever your definition of that term might be!

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]

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Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Friday

It was grand opening party time, and Pinkie was about as excited as she'd ever been about anything in her entire life.

That was a lot of excited.

The Pinkie statue outside the store was wearing a three tiered party hat. The pinata facade was wearing an even more tiered party hat that if it was created by anyone other than Pinkie probably would have been a safety hazard. The store was lit up with flashing disco party lights, and hip party music was blasting through strategically placed speakers all around the store. There were party games scattered through out the store, like bobbing for apples (and other more interesting things), pin the tail on the pony, I Never, and Cards Against Humanity. There was a designated glitter corner for those who liked glitter in their parties, and a giant cartoon-logic powered glitter vacuum just outside the glitter corner to ensure that none escaped and ruined the fun times of those who didn't. There was a table up front covered in moddable party treats, like apple cupcakes and croissants and a chocolate fountain. There were sodas and coffees and beer and wine available for sampling, and a whole dining room in the back in case anyone had a hankering for a dinner party. An enormous banner covered the front of the store to advertise the hootenany, with enough balloons to make it seem like the place might take off at any moment, and after dark, a couple of swaying spotlights lit up the sky with Pinkie's silhouette.

Oh, and absolutely everything in the store was 70% off.

When Pinkie had a party, she had a party.

[IT'S PARTY TIME! Open!]

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Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Monday afternoon

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!]

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Pie Lane, Wednesday afternoon

Pinkie sproinged thoughtfully down the street. Now that she knew Fandom was well acquainted with the true meaning of friendship, she was at something of loose ends in the town. She knew she could always go back to Ponyville and her friends there, but she'd put so much time into Fandom. She wanted to get to see her hard work in action! But it wasn't like there was a Sugarcube Corner her for her to work at. She'd briefly considered inquiring at J,GOB, but the staff there was always so grumpy to her. No fun at all.

Then, in her sproinging, she spotted something tragic.

Fandom had a party store. That she didn't even know about. A party store with a dusty storefront and barely any balloons and not even a cannon in sight.

Pinkie had a lot of savings in human money. Pretty much everything she'd been paid since she started working on the island five years ago. She was really good at barganing, after all. So after zipping over to the bank, Pinkie strode into the Holiday Grove with a stack of fresh, cheerful, green bills. Moments later, she strode back out, pulled a conveniently placed ripcord, and unfurled a new sign, advertising Pinkie Pie's Party Palace!

And another smaller one, reading Grand opening coming soon!

SHE WAS SO EXICITED.

[open!]

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The park, Saturday morning

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!]

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The streets of Fandom to the Park, Friday afternoon

Pinkie Pie just flew back in from Equestria, and boy were her arms tired! Hahaha, no. She didn't have arms, for one. Also, she used a portal. But she was kinda tired, having spent the first ten minutes after arriving screaming back at the sun so it wouldn't feel too lonely and different. She stopped when she got a little hoarse (*rimshot*) and went sproinging off through town, pleased as punch to be back and waving happily to everypony she passed, whether she'd met them before or not.

The screaming sun was new and . . . fun? . . . but everything else looked about how it did before. She was pleased to see the flower shop appeared to be under new management. Over all, it looked like Fandom had weathered the summer perfectly well without her.

Then she trotted past a certain new statue in the park, and stopped sharply enough to make squealing brake noises. She backed up -- complete with beeping from a vehicle her world didn't have and the island never saw -- and stared up at the face of Discord.

"What in the goddamn hell is he doing here?!"

[ooc: Pinkie's baaaaaaaaaack. Open!]

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Stark Industries, Monday

Early in the morning, the machine was done. Jessica had JARVIS run through the process three different times to make sure that none of the changes they made would affect the functionality based on the plans SWORD sent along, Each time, JARVIS confirmed that the machine was working properly. And once that was confirmed, Jessica attached one final addition. As soon as the embryo was pulled out and confirmed to not be the person's liver or something, it would take three seconds before being portaled away to the same empty universe the rest of the Brood had been sent to.

"JARVIS, one more mass e-mail. Tell the people to come here for embryo extraction. And send another message to the Trooper station. Get some escorts if anyone is worried about getting here from down the street with a person showing too many Brood symptoms. If anyone me, I'll be at my desk napping until someone comes in. Good work, team!"

[OOC: For the machine build team who may or may not have worked through the night, that's up to them! No shame if people needed sleep. Also for the infected people who need to get an alien popped out of them! Or for people who just want to visit. Maybe bring coffee.]

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The park, Sunday afternoon

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!]