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[analyzing]

Who: Everyone. New Feathers! Old Feathers...?
What: New Feather welcome party.
When: 18th, 6 pm onwards.
Where: Welcome Centre.
Summary: This is a party. There's food and games (if you like) but the idea behind it is basically to mingle mingle mingle. Maybe make a new friend/enemy/frenemy or two?
Rating: G-PG 13 at most? There might be kids in these things, man.

The all-day rain outside makes the entire atmosphere a little drippy, a little wet, a little miserable. But rain or not, the party must go on! Or at least, so the saying goes.

It's a cosy little setup-- food, warm drinks, tables and chairs to lounge around in. So come on in, dry yourself off, have some fun. Why the hell not? The weather outside is frightful.

Comments

[brokethefourthwall]

[Hello, miss. You look kind of bored. There might be a way to remedy that, though.

Pay no attention to the growing warmth and... wetness on one of your feet, Perona. No need to look down. There's totally not a baby alligator gumming you.]

[thatsnotcute]

Hm? Wha--

[What even--fffff!! Oh hell no. Those are designer boots, reptile, you will UNHAND THEM. Perona screeches and nearly falls off her chair, waving her leg about frantically to shake off the scaly assailant. And if that fails, she will pry it off by its tail.

WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HER?! ;A;]

[brokethefourthwall]

[Once Perona pulls on his tail, the alligator reluctantly lets go. He doesn't move, otherwise, just quietly stares up at the pink-haired pirate.]

Gummy! There you are! I've been looking all over for you.

[And up trots the gator's owner, a bubblegum-pink pony with a large poofy mane.]

Did you make a new friend?

[thatsnotcute]

[The hell is with this creepy thing?! It just keeps...looking at her. Does it expect her to feed it? Like she'd ever give a perfectly good piece of cake - her cake - to a disgusting little lizard! Needless to say, the little gator is dropped unceremoniously when Perona hears the voice of its owner.]

Is this little thing yo-- [Pony. Pony what pony.] ...yours.


...


[This place. Is insane.]

[brokethefourthwall]

[Pinkie trots over, gently picking the baby gator with her teeth and placing him on her back.]

Sorry about that. It just means that Gummy likes you! Isn't that right, Gummy?

[The alligator remains motionless, except for a slow blink.]

...See?

[thatsnotcute]

[Perona blinks, and continues staring at the duo, her mouth open slightly. Is...is this really happening? Is she really talking to a little pink horse? Rubbing her eyes, Perona sighs. Yep, this is indeed reality. Fine then!]

I don't care if it likes me or doesn't, keep that thing away from me if it's yours! It could have ruined my shoes!