fandomhigh | Model United Nations, Wednesday, period 1

The classroom didn't look like anything really special yet. The chairs were all arranged around in a wide circle, so that everypony could face everypony else, and each desk had a nice little blank name-plate and empty flag holder, all ready for the students to come and fill with their hopes, dreams, names, and knowledge of whatever country they've chosen to represent. Pinkie's desk already had "Pinkie Pie: Equestria" written on the name plate, and a tiny little Equestrian flag flying proudly. She waited patiently -- well, as patient as a manic pink party pony can be anyway, which isn't very -- while the students shuffled in and took their seats.

"Welcome, everypony to Model United Nations, the class all about working together to support each other and to solve the problems of the multiverse! We're going to get started with an easy problem for you, today: we can't start solving the multiverse's problems through teamwork and friendship until we know who everypony is! As the representative of Equestria and the official Grand Poo-Bah of this Model United Nations --" Shut up, the facilitator was TOTALLY the Grand Poo-Bah, "-- I would like to propose that we solve this problem by introducing ourselves and picking which country, nation, or otherwise independently governed geographical or metaphysical region we're representing! All those in favor, say 'yippeee!'"

You'd best yippeee, or this Grand Poo-Bah was going to make an executive order and make you all follow her suggestion, anyway. In the spirit of teamwork and friendship, of course.

"Oooo, and then we can all make flags. I brought crayons and glitter!"

Hopes, dreams, names, knowledge of whatever country they'd chosen to represent, and glitter. These were the foundations of multiverse peace.

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Ready to solve the problems of the multiverse!

In the spirit of teamwork and friendship!

Pinkie's just gonna assume you all 'yippeee'd. "I'll start! I'm Pinkie Pie, and like I said, I'm here to represent Equestria, because it's my home and the very bestest magical pony kingdom I've ever been to, and I'm hoping that we can start the foundations of inter-dimensional peace and harmony right here in this room today!" She pointed her hoof at one of the students. "Now you: what's your name, what place do you represent, why'd you pick it, and what are you hoping we can accomplish in this class?"

There are crayons and glitter with which to decorate your tiny flags and name plates. Fill them with your hopes and dreams for a brighter, more verdant tomorrow, and try not to get too much glitter in improbable bodily crevices!

"Oh yeah, and I still need a TA for the class, too. Who wants to be my Lesser Poo-Bah for the semester?"

The TA has been arranged OOCly, but feel free to talk to Pinkie anyway. She's very social!

Kenzi!

Coffee. So. Much. Coffeeeeeeee. Needed to keep up with insane and awesome pink pony.

"My name's Kenzi." Kenzi beamed around at everyone. "I represent the metaphysical State of Inebriation, it's a kind of common mental state, lots of transients, we're happy to have people visit us. I picked it because I work at Caritas -- Jell-O shots are free with your new Student packet shown to the bartender on Thursday!" Tino was going to be glaring a lot. "And I'm hoping that we can agree to host the next Pan-Galactic Olympic Games in my mental state, with other people driving. We are terrible drivers in Inebriation."

"Ooo, that sounds like lots of fun!" Pinkie squealed -- then adopted a Serious Adult Role Model Face. "And very responsible. Driving accidents are no fun at all."

Did Pinkie know what "inebriation" meant? Could ponies get drunk? Was Berry Punch just an internet rumor?

The world may never know.

"When the Most Interesting Man in the World is your head honcho, you learn how to party to last," Kenzi said equally Seriously. "So I'm thrilled to be here, and am willing to allocate sources for peace in our time."

Okay, Kenzi would be thrilled to find out about Berry Punch. Thrilled.

Petra West

"I'm Petra West," Petra said, "and I'll be representing the United States of Girls. I picked it because I believe very much in forwarding the interests of girls everywhere, such as reproductive rights, equal pay, and eyeliner that's not a pain in the ass to apply and doesn't smudge all over the place. I hope that in this class we'll accomplish some awesome things for girls. And guys, too," she added. "I just won't be representing them."

"Ooo, good choice! I love girls!" Pinkie said, completely innocently. "All my bestest friends back home are girls. I bet you'll do an amazingly fantastic job, this semester!"

Petra was super excited to be back in class with her favorite pony-shaped teacher...and had made sure to be heavily caffeinated enough to hopefully be able to keep up with her. If she was clutching her travel mug like a lifeline, well, who could blame her? It was early, and you didn't get to look this fabulous by rolling out of bed ten minutes before class started.

"It's an honor to represent girls," Petra said, "and I hope I'll live up to it."

Petra crafted a very glittery flag with a pink Venus symbol on it to represent the United States of Girls. She thought about putting a tiara on it, too, but decided that since the United States of Girls was a democracy that wouldn't be quite right.

Cassidy

Jackson Whittemore

Jackson had had a decent amount of coffee after his unpleasant wakeup this morning. And... Now he was wondering whether the coffee had been spiked with something. Or if he was somehow still asleep after everything.

He was kind of staring at the... talking pink pony, yeah. And glancing over at the others to see whether they were seeing it too. He'd somewhat prefer that over being the only one hallucinating.

It was possible someone was going to have to help him deal with this.

Olive Penderghast

Rilla Blythe

"It's really a pony," Rilla said quietly, nodding.

"I'm Rilla Blythe, representing Canada because I'm from there," Rilla began slowly, being sure to enunciate and not lisp, "and I'm hoping to find a way toward greater national understanding since the real nations tend to be so pig-headed."

Luke Castellan

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