Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had the Danger Shop programmed to resemble a bucolic field, almost cartoon-like in its bright cheerfulness, full of lush green grass and tiny pink and purple flowers.

At one end of the field was a copse of trees, behind which lurked a slightly dilapidated creepy shack.

Pinkie was willing to make some concessions to Derek's personal style. Because Pinkie was nice like that. Unlike the other teacher there.

The moment class was scheduled to begin, the Danger Shop doors slid shut (hope no one was late on their first day), and a breeze kicked up, making the tiny flowers sway and dance. A vibrant pink, purple, and yellow hot air balloon drifted over the gathered students and slowly, as if by magic, came to a gentle landing on a clear patch of grass. Pinkie leaned over the side of the basket, madly waving her hooves. Derek glowered. As was his wont. Pinkie leaped from the basket, struck a pose, and without further ado, began to sing:

"You are all our students, YAY!
You make us shout hip hip hooRAY!
So we will start our class today,
with a happy, happy song!*
TAKE IT, DEREK!"

Pinkie jumped to the side, tossing a top hat and black cane at Derek. Both of which were watched as they fell to the floor after hitting him. Because Derek was not meant for musical theater, kids. Terribly sorry about that.

"Hi." That was downright cheerful for him!

Pinkie blinked. Then started applauding. "Let's hear it for Derek Hale, fillies and gentlecolts!" When the applause died down -- or, well, hers did, anyway -- Pinkie threw her hooves in the air again and beamed at the students. "And I'm Pinkie Pie! And this. . . ." Was that an actual drum roll? ". . . is FRIENDSHIP 101!"

Derek rubbed his forehead for a moment, as though to clear his thoughts of all the insanity that went hand in hand with Pinkie. "If you're in the wrong class, leave now." Like he wished he could... "If not, introduce yourselves."

He was going about this all wrong. Pinkie should have made him rehearse.

"You could tell us your name!" she said. "Ooo! And your favorite color. And OH OH OH! Tell us about your bestest friend in the WHOOOOOLE wide multiverse! That'll be fun, right, Derek?"

"Sure." Loads of fun for all!

"Ooo, and we could use some TAs." Pinkie nodded seriously. "TAing for Friendship is very important work."

* tune unknown. Feel free to make it up yourself!

[ooc: cowritten with the delightful justlurkinghere, natch]

Comments

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Juliet said as she came over after class. "So this is my last semester? And I was your TA before, with Miley? So I am completely the best-qualified person here to be a TA."

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[locointhecoco]

"You are!" Pinkie said, applauding happily. "Yay, you're a TA!" Careful, or she might try to write a song out of that. "But booo, last semester! Are you graduating?"

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"I am, I have to," Juliet said, as if she would stay behind if it were an option. "It's time for me to go out into the great big world and find my place in it."

Or for her to go to a lot of parties, dabble in acting, and sponge off her parents. Same thing.

"And thank you for the job. I won't let you down."

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[locointhecoco]

"I know you won't! And going out into the world can be a great adventure, don't worry! That's how I ended up here, after all, and before that, how I ended up in Ponyville, where I met all my best friends!"