Model United Nations, Wednesday, period 1

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie screeched into the classroom slightly late, today, her bad-dye-jobbed mane flying.

"Hi!" she squeaked, waving one hoof at the we assume room full of strange hairless bear like creatures and occasional cats. "Sorry I'm late, I had noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo idea I was a teacher. That doesn't even seem like me at all! I mean, I guess maybe teaching rock farming or parties or something -- have you guys ever had a party? They're amazing -- but the little reminder thingy on this little box thingy --" her phone "-- says this is 'Model United Nations'. And you know, I couldn't find any models anywhere!"

She flung the door back open and dragged in a whole table covered in newspaper strips and papermache and cardboard and paint and glitter.

"So we better get making one! I'm looking forward to making my model of Equestria. I can make Ponyville and Cloudsdale and Fillydelphia and Las Pegasus and Manehattan and Baltimare and . . ."

This list might go on for awhile. You all should just get started on your nation models.

Comments

Re: General mingling [11/28]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla, who would rather sink through the Earth and die than come come class today, remembered that her brothers, her friends, and her sweetheart were getting shot at and a little bit of humiliation was good for the soul.

And so she'd come to class and was now greeted by the sight of Pinkie and her...hair.

It was certainly something.

Re: General mingling [11/28]

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"The hell?" Kenzi marveled aloud, staring at Pinkie. "That's... disturbing."