fandomhigh | The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1

The students had all received ~~totally handwavey~~ instructions to come to class this morning in their pajamas -- Pinkie might not wear them herself, but she at least knew what they were -- and be prepared "for tons of fun!"

This was hopefully a sign that they wouldn't be thrown down any cliffs, but with Pinkie, it was sometimes hard to tell.

Upon entering, they'd find the Danger Shop had been configured into a cozy tree house library, with a fire place on one end of the room and a lofted sleeping area under a large circular window lining the other. Outside the window, a storm was raging.

It was a dark and stormy first period class, but at least there was hot cocoa and s'mores set up near the fire.

Pinkie came in from a side entrance when it seemed like everyone had gathered. She wore a yellow rain slicker and her umbrella hat, and shook Danger Shop rain water from her like a wet dog once she was through the door.

"Welcome back, everypony!" she said. "I hope you all had a super fantastic amazing fall break! I know I did! Wasn't the food amazing?" Pinkie had not gone on the school sponsored trip. She'd spent the entire week in town feasting on muffins. "Now that you're back, I thought this would be the perfect time to enjoy one of the great hallmarks of any friendship: the SLUMBER PARTY!" She threw her front hooves into the air, somehow setting off a rain of confetti. "Dark and gloomy times can be the best for cozying up with your favorite friends and some good party games. My friend Twilight Sparkle even loaned me one of her very favorite books to help get the class organized: Slumber Parties 101! So let's get to it!"

[ooc: ~~Lotsa OCD coming right up!~~ Ready, set, SLEEPOVER!]

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"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Yeah, Pinkie had no ide what batteries were. "That's still a neat trick!"

"I like to think so," Miley agreed. Crouching down a bit so Pinkie could get a good look, she scrolled through her contacts. "See, I can keep my friends' numbers in here, and then I can text them whenever I want!"

She wasn't going to explain how it was usually considered disrespectful to text during class, no.

"How do they get them? Do they have to have a magic thingy, too?"

Never mind that Pinkie had had a voicemail account set up for months. She could be pretty spacey about things.

"Yep! Pretty much everyone has one. You've really never seen a phone before?"

"I have one in my office!" That she was incapable of using properly. "But this is an itty bitty teenie tinier little phoney!"

"Well, sure, 'cause you don't have thumbs," Miley pointed out reasonably. "But if you did, it'd be super convenient!"

She typed out a rapid-fire text message with her thumbs and sent it off. "See?"

"Oooooooooooo. So that's what those funny little sticky out-y things you humans have is for!"

Yes. Humans had totally evolved thumbs just for texting.

"Exactly," Miley agreed vigorously, nodding.

That and handling a nail polish brush, of course.

"We ponies just have unicorns for that sort of thing," Pinkie explained. "It encourages team work!"

Waaaait.

"So they text... with their horns?"

That sounded headache-inducing.

"If they had these bitty little phones they would! My friend Rarity uses hers to pin the clothes she makes!"

By floating the pins. Pinkie rather thought that detail was self-evident.

"Oh, cool! I met someone recently who makes clothes... oh yeah! Petra! She should totally talk to you about how it works with thumbs."

Obviously the world's most fascinating conversation ever.

"There are earth ponies who make clothes too," Pinkie mused. "They just use their lips."

"Ow," Miley said sympathetically, thinking of needles.

"You have to be very careful." She leaned in to peer at Miley's thumbs. "Doesn't it hurt your little wiggly bits, too? I should ask Petra when I see her next!"

"Yeaaah, ask Petra," Miley decided. "And I'll ask Fermaine! He's my stylist. Totally has to take things in, like, all the time."

"Takes them in where?" Pinkie was picturing some sort of fancy shop.

"No, no, taking stuff in means, like, sewing it to make it a different size," Miley explained.

Or something. She wasn't clear on the exact details.

"Why didn't they just sew it the right size in the first place?"

Look, in a world where most people didn't wear clothes on a daily basis, all clothing came custom fitted.

Miley tilted her head, thinking about that.

"I do not know," she finally concluded. It was a mystery.

"You should ask him that, too!"

Or not.

"I will!"

She wouldn't.

"Okay!" Pinkie nodded and then started trotting away. Then she paused and looked back. "You should maybe pay attention to the class now, though. You can tell your friends all about it later."

Man, Miley so very nearly got away with it.

Edited 2011-10-20 20:28 (UTC)

...Oh.

Miley looked down at her phone, surprised and bordering on pouty.

"'Kay," she said, slipping it into her pocket.

THIS CLASS HAD JUST LOST THREE POINTS IN FUN-NESS.

"Yay!" Pinkie cheered.

Pinkie was a fan of more active fun pursuits.

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