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fandomhigh2011-08-02 11:48 pm
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2011-08-02 11:48 pm
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The Magic of a Good Time, Wednesday, Period 1
Pinkie was almost late for class, today. She'd been side-tracked by trying to sing morals into a pack of rampaging mutated alots. Amazingly, they'd actually enjoyed her song and dance routines less than the buffalo had, but Pinkie had made it out unscathed, in a way that only Pinkie ever could.
She'd hoped the alots would explain why her Pinkie sense had been going wild for two days -- knee jerks, ear flops, tail twithes, eye flutters, shoulder aches, the works, but most of all, the persistent shudder -- but it kept right at it even as she watched the students come in and take their seats. Why, she was shuddering so much now that she was visibly vibrating up off the floor.
Whatever this was, it was going to be a major doozy.
"We-e-e-elcome cla-a-a-a-ass," she greeted. "Toda-a-a-a-ay we're going to ta-a-a-a-alk about pa-a-a-arty mu-u-u-usic! So-o-o-o-o let's get da-a-a-a-a-ancing!"
Pinkie had been thinking of doing another dance number, but even she realized this would be problematic when she sounded like she was talking into a fan, so she just went over to the turntables in the corner -- of course those were always there, what do you mean you didn't notice them? -- and started them up.
"We'll a-a-a-a-a-all ta-a-a-ake tu-u-u-u-urns spi-i-i-i-inning tra-a-a-a-a-cks. Wo-o-o-o-on't that be fu-u-u-u-un?"
[ooc:OCD will be up shortly Okay, 3, 2, 1, let's jam.]
She'd hoped the alots would explain why her Pinkie sense had been going wild for two days -- knee jerks, ear flops, tail twithes, eye flutters, shoulder aches, the works, but most of all, the persistent shudder -- but it kept right at it even as she watched the students come in and take their seats. Why, she was shuddering so much now that she was visibly vibrating up off the floor.
Whatever this was, it was going to be a major doozy.
"We-e-e-elcome cla-a-a-a-ass," she greeted. "Toda-a-a-a-ay we're going to ta-a-a-a-alk about pa-a-a-arty mu-u-u-usic! So-o-o-o-o let's get da-a-a-a-a-ancing!"
Pinkie had been thinking of doing another dance number, but even she realized this would be problematic when she sounded like she was talking into a fan, so she just went over to the turntables in the corner -- of course those were always there, what do you mean you didn't notice them? -- and started them up.
"We'll a-a-a-a-a-all ta-a-a-ake tu-u-u-u-urns spi-i-i-i-inning tra-a-a-a-a-cks. Wo-o-o-o-on't that be fu-u-u-u-un?"
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Okay, so that was that one time, but it counted, right?
"That sounds like the Everfree Forest! That's where nature runs amuck without any pony influence at all. You never know what you'll find there! It's chaos!"
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