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fandomhigh2016-03-24 10:20 am
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Oh the Humanity!: Friendship is International Adventure, Thursday, period 1
Pinkie was hopping circles around Eliot as the students arrived this week. She was wearing a full, fluffy bunny costume, complete with little nose mask and buck teeth, and carrying a basket full of eggs. Eliot looked like he was working very, very hard to restrain himself.
"I'm so excited," Pinkie sang. "Theme trips are the best trips, we're going to an island for holidays, this is going to be so much fun!"
Eliot finally reached out and grabbed Pinkie by the bunny ears, yanking her firmly to a halt, all without ever moving his other hand from where it was firmly facepalming over his eyes.
"It's not a holiday island," he grumbled. Pinkie blinked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. "It just got named that by -- you know what, nevermind. Hi kids." He let go of Pinkie's bunny ears with a little shove that she turned into a somersault. "As some of you might be guessin' by this little . . . display, we're goin' to Easter Island."
"A WHOLE ISLAND JUST FOR EASTER!" Pinkie crowed.
"It's not a whole island just for Easter," Eliot said. "It's a remote island in the south pacific, called Rapa Nui by the local culture. There's a Christmas Island in the same area. 'S got nothin' to do with Santa Claus."
Pinkie pouted. Then zipped off, and zipped back a moment later, sans Easter outfit. "Go ooooooooonnnnnnnn," she said.
Eliot sighed. "The place is best known for its ancient monoliths, also known as maoi."
"Big grumpy rock faces!" Pinkie exclaimed, and then proceeded to do a seriously uncanny impression of one of the said rocks.
"How did you --" Eliot cut himself off. He probably didn't want to know, anyway. "Yeah. It's taken western culture freakin' centuries to figure out the great 'mystery' of how a primitive culture could have quarried these things in one spot and then gotten them out to the beaches where they are now. Like, they even asked the locals, got an accurate answer, and assumed it was just magical thinking by a bunch of savages. Which . . . well, they did elect their supreme leader every year by makin' all the eligible guys go try to steal bird eggs and seein' who managed to come back alive."
"Maybe the republican party should try that, this year," Pinkie said. Eliot snorted a laugh.
"Yeah, they -- wait, what?"
Pinkie made another maoi face at him, then bounced several feet into the air when the portal opened. "Portal portal portal! Let's gooooo!"
"I'm so excited," Pinkie sang. "Theme trips are the best trips, we're going to an island for holidays, this is going to be so much fun!"
Eliot finally reached out and grabbed Pinkie by the bunny ears, yanking her firmly to a halt, all without ever moving his other hand from where it was firmly facepalming over his eyes.
"It's not a holiday island," he grumbled. Pinkie blinked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. "It just got named that by -- you know what, nevermind. Hi kids." He let go of Pinkie's bunny ears with a little shove that she turned into a somersault. "As some of you might be guessin' by this little . . . display, we're goin' to Easter Island."
"A WHOLE ISLAND JUST FOR EASTER!" Pinkie crowed.
"It's not a whole island just for Easter," Eliot said. "It's a remote island in the south pacific, called Rapa Nui by the local culture. There's a Christmas Island in the same area. 'S got nothin' to do with Santa Claus."
Pinkie pouted. Then zipped off, and zipped back a moment later, sans Easter outfit. "Go ooooooooonnnnnnnn," she said.
Eliot sighed. "The place is best known for its ancient monoliths, also known as maoi."
"Big grumpy rock faces!" Pinkie exclaimed, and then proceeded to do a seriously uncanny impression of one of the said rocks.
"How did you --" Eliot cut himself off. He probably didn't want to know, anyway. "Yeah. It's taken western culture freakin' centuries to figure out the great 'mystery' of how a primitive culture could have quarried these things in one spot and then gotten them out to the beaches where they are now. Like, they even asked the locals, got an accurate answer, and assumed it was just magical thinking by a bunch of savages. Which . . . well, they did elect their supreme leader every year by makin' all the eligible guys go try to steal bird eggs and seein' who managed to come back alive."
"Maybe the republican party should try that, this year," Pinkie said. Eliot snorted a laugh.
"Yeah, they -- wait, what?"
Pinkie made another maoi face at him, then bounced several feet into the air when the portal opened. "Portal portal portal! Let's gooooo!"
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