fandomhigh | Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2

Class today was not set in a magical field. No, today it was set in a normal classroom. Whoa. Whoa. Calm yourselves, boys and girls.

And ponies. Mostly the pony.

Derek was there again, still looking surly and uncomfortable in front of the class. "Friends talk," he said like he was possibly being forced to. Forced by the threatened tears of his co-teacher. "Today we're talking."

That we did not include him. He hoped. You'd think he'd know better by now.

"That was great!" Pinkie enthused, hooves springing into the air like they were, well, filled with springs. "Didn't Derek do a great job, students?" She believed in positive reinforcement. Though possibly couldn't tell you what "positive reinforcement" meant. "We're gonna put you all into groups and then give you something to talk about. It's great practice!" She pulled out a set of index cards from pretty much nowhere and spread them out face down on one of the desks. "So come pick out a card, and find who got the same topic you did!"

And please, please don't question where those cards had been before this point.

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"Idaho. Um. Don't know it. Lenore? Maybe they named it after some chick who got lost?"

"It sounds like it would make a stupid horror movie, anyway," Bucky told her.

It was possible that one or the other of them had the wrong index card. It was more likely that Bucky hadn't bothered looking for a match and just started talking to the first person he saw.

"Not like the stuff I make. I'm a regular Albert Hitchcock."

"What?" Hey, maybe Lenore was famous if you were in America? "Okaaaay, oh, you make films? Anything finished yet?" Kenzi knew she'd seen Bucky around the Common Rooms a few times and maybe a picnic?... but didn't remember enough to have anything more then a very cautious feeling about this.

"I make MAD filmz!" Bucky protested, throwing his paws in the air. "It's not MY fault that I forget that they're on the camera and tape over them, now is it?!? Besides, I have to deal with a lack of decent talent, a shoestring budget, and a complete lack of appreciation of my talent from a stuffy boosh-wah establishment!"

"Do it like Spike Jones. Max out credit cards." Kenzi was starting to grin. "Other people's credit cards. Art must not be thwarted!"

Bucky shrugged. "You got any? Rob's are all broken. I mean, what kind of credit card goes ahead and stops giving you free money to buy stuff with? That's just un-American!!!"

"I know, dude. 'Swhy I'm Canadian. Actually..." Kenzi stopped a minute, then fumbled in the top of her boot. "Ha!" Then she held it up. "Do I get bucks as an investor?" For whatever money was left on the stolen card she hadn't maxed out yet?

Bucky eyed the cards warily and kept his paws away from them. "What am I going to do with Canadian money?" he sneered. "I make ART, not some polite moose-infested Communist maple syrup propaganda!!"

"Oh please. We're the people who invented artistic porn." Kenzi sniffed and flicked her fingers over the card. "And it's an American credit card! See! American Express! Everywhere you aren't!"

Bucky still looked conflicted, but grabbed for the card regardless.

"Who cares about porn, anyway? It's just a bunch of hairless freaks rubbing against each other. The only POSSIBLE use for it is when your human goes crazy because he finds you watching it." Bucky shrugged. "Besides, the plots are weak and the acting sucks."

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