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OPEN } big adventures tons of fun a beautiful heart faithful and strong

Who: My Little Phonies
Where: All around the mansion
When: 10/19 - 10/21
Rating: THIS IS A CHILDREN'S SHOW
Summary: Starlight Glimmer is making poor life choices. Everyone else gets to suffer now.
The Story:

Maybe you're outside, enjoying the fall weather. Maybe you're in the kitchen, or just wandering the halls. It doesn't matter. As soon as you lay eyes on that purple pony, walking around with a cyan-glowing horn and an insufferably smug look on her face, your world will twist.

Suddenly you're on four hooves, not two feet. You have a mane. Maybe you're lucky enough to have wings, or a horn. You aren't a human now. You're a pony, your special talent emblazoned on your flank to show the world who you are.

But clearly, this is how things have always been, right? Pay no attention to your memories of hands, this is normal now.

[ooc: Feel free to make your own top levels and go wild! See here for ooc plotting. Also here if you want to make a custom pony.]

Threaded | Flat

New Friends

Starlight's magic works its spell well. And now she's not the weird one anymore. Everyone's just like her. A pony. It's already so much more comfortable.

She spots one of her new pony friends and heads over to them, giving her warmest smile.

"Hello! You're looking great today. Did you do something new with your mane?"

The answer, of course, is yes. But they might not realize that just yet.

Relaxing in the Garden

Enough of the mansion is ponies now that Starlight's taking a break. She sits in the garden, a bowl of popcorn on her lap, and watches all her new pony friends wander around.

This is so much better. And there are definitely no downsides at all!

Apology tour

Later, after she's been shown the error of her ways and turned everyone back, she wanders around, ears back repentantly. If she sees someone she knows she transformed, she stops. Most of her wants to just run away. But Twilight's irritating voice is telling her the right thing to do after messing up is apologize.

She swallows and wanders over. "Hey. So. Sorry about that."

It's awkward, but there's really no way it couldn't be.

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

Edited 2018-10-20 02:23 (UTC)

Business as Usual

Honestly, despite her changed appearance, Georgia's actions don't change much on finding herself suddenly a pony. She's still a journalist. And she's still going to find the truth.

Obviously. It's emblazoned on her flank. A special talent so words-centric it couldn't possibly have been depicted with anything but. She sits in the library, or in her office, writing out articles with a pen in her mouth. Occasionally she stops to sip from the Coke can in front of her.

Or Maybe Not

It's trying to multitask that gets her. While she can do everything, more or less, that she used to do, not having hands is an issue when you want to keep writing and drink your Coke. She ends up spilling her drink all over her pages, which makes sense since it's not like Coke cans are made for ponies. It's enough to make her sit back.

"What the fuck."

Interviews

She's still herself, even though apparently she's a pony and for some reason, didn't realize this was weird quite fast enough. And she's not the only one. She slips her audio recorder into her pocket and stamps out of the library, determined to get to the bottom of this. It feels like an event, but there's been no warning. It's strange to say the least.

She stomps up to the nearest pony she sees. The traitorous part of her mind still trying to insist all of this is normal fills in the name of the pony she's approaching. As if she should be able to recognize them like this.

"Do you know who I am?"

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

[Kokichi will be a unicorn, your argument is invalid.]

Horse A: Thanks! You ruined it.

[Kokichi was up to his old tricks again! And we mean really old. Like, balancing a bucket on top of a door old. Unfortunately, because he's so short, Kokichi has to resort to using a ladder just to reach the top of the door...

Wait, are those footsteps? He quickly puts places the bucket on a nearby coffee table and starts acting innocent!]

Aw darn! I should have brought a feather duster! Oh well, better just get my hooves dirty!

[... Did he mean hands? Ah well, the danger's passed. He can just pick the bucket back up with his unicorn telekinesis-

Wait, what is he doing? He doesn't need a ladder if he can just float the bucket to the top of the door! Let him just do that and completely fail at climbing down.]

WOAAAH! [He falls off the ladder with a graceless thud, setting off his own trap and getting soaked in the process.]

Ooowh... Stupid ladder... [Okay, something's messing with him. He just doesn't know what. Yet.]

Horse B: Horseplay!

[After mulling over his embarrassing display while he was drying off, Kokichi wondered how the hell he didn't think to use his illusion magic instead of making himself look like a fool. Sure, it's not the best magic in the world, but it's better magic than that wizard wannabe Sunburst who he's pretty sure he envied for having magic back during the reaper event.

That's what tips him off about how abnormal being a pony is! That, and having your last name translate to "king horse" would be a really dumb on an actual horse. However, it's not the worst thing in the world.

He gets magic powers.

Water buckets on doors are mere tinker toys compared to the power he holds now...

You may find him hiding out in the library behind a bookshelf, snickering to himself as he summons and unsummons an illusionary version of himself that pops out of the bookshelves! Because what better way to confuse people than to play marco polo with yourself?

Then when that gets old, he'll hide himself in a closet and use magic to project his voice in nearby items that are not the closet. Where is that annoying humming coming from? The tea room? That other room? Behind a mirror? ALL AROUND? Nobody knows but him! MUAHAHA!]

Horse C: Sugar crash

[Turns out, unicorn magic requires concentration and energy, both of which Kokichi doesn't actually have an endless supply of. He's kind of frustrated about this, as he's moping in the kitchen with a bottle of grape Panta and a bowl of salad. With flowers in it. And Grass.]

... Hey, so. You ever realize how good flower petals taste with kudzu? Cuz I didn't.

[Also, what are utensils when you can just stick your horse snoot in the bowl like a wild animal?]

Horse D: Son of Lil' Sebastian

[Kokichi just had the most brilliant idea.

Remember the brainless mini horse that creeped out the two actual ponies at the Fall Festival? He's baaack...

Okay, no. It's just Kokichi wearing an ill-fitting horse mask and one of those horse blankets. He's set up an autograph table in the entrance hall with a bunch of Lil' Sebastian posters (Made from photocopying the shirt design a bunch of times) and a big ol' ink sponge so he can just stamp his hoof onto the posters he's made. There's even a sign hanging off the table that reads "FREE AUTOGRAPHS WITH LIL' SEBASTIAN! ONE DAY ONLY!"]

Nee hee hee...

[Let's see who falls for it and who gets totally creeped out.]

WILDCARD!

[Sure, have more horse adventures with the king horse himself.]

A: My Little Bony

He's spends the first hour confused and trying to convince himself that, yeah, despite misgivings, this is totally normal. He's definitely a pony skeleton with a portal symbol for a Cutie Mark. That makes sense. Never mind that ponies aren't really supposed to be skeletons. Nor do they live underground, despite the fact that he can remember living in a cave his whole life. Maybe he's a cave pony? Sure. Maybe. Except he also can't get his hoodie to fit right. It restricts his arms--forelegs?--too much.

He also doesn't have the right number of bones. It's one of those numbers that kind of stick with you your whole life, like knowing you have ten fingers. He's supposed to have 206, but right now he--doesn't. He actually has no idea how many bones he has.

He spends a good deal of the hour just sort of sitting in the middle of the second floor hallway, frowning at nothing. Eventually, almost out of nowhere, it finally dawns on him.

"aw, damn."

B: Hors d'oeuvres means horse eggs

So it's kind of like when you remember that you're breathing and you have to do it manually. Now that he knows this ain't right, he can't remember how to make any of it work. Walking is weird. Sitting is weird. Using magic is weird. He can feel his soul, but it's...elsewhere, more inaccessible than it should be, which is possibly the weirdest feeling ever.

The best way to combat this kind of existential confusion is to just go get a snack. Fortunately he can still teleport like this, though his weird horn glows when he does it, so that's a thing. He makes it down to the kitchen and gets himself a plate of fries. He has to use magic to levitate it out of the cupboard and onto the floor, and wow, he is really missing having hands and the general ability to carry things. Which is funny because he's Sans. Never before would he have thought of carrying something as the lazy way to do something, but now that he has to use magic for every little thing it's really driving it home. It's also quickly wearing him out.

He gets through two fries before he realizes something is wrong. He almost instantly feels sick, which is an altogether new experience as well, and completely stupid, since he's still a skeleton and he shouldn't be able to get food poisoning. It's like two different kinds of magic getting all mixed up, and it turns out that horses can't eat potatoes.

He ends up sort of lying on the floor of the kitchen, staring at the plate of fries with a betrayed expression and groaning.

"whhyyyy. this is so stupid."

C: Eat Your Greens

Later he starts to get a better hang of it, and he hates it. He can eat some vegetables and some fruits and, for some reason, sweets. That last one is fine. The first two are just insulting. It's like the universe is conspiring to try and make him eat healthy.

Well, he refuses.

After some trial and error, he's back in the kitchen, dumping several different candies, cookies, and literal cupcakes into a giant bowl. If anyone walks in on this, he'll give them a completely flat look.

"i'm making salad. it's salad. sugar salad."

D: Skullking Around

He's been through events where his monster magic gets swapped for some other world's version of magic. The most important thing is always to learn that magic as quickly and as quietly as you can. Especially for a guy like Sans. If this is an event, there's worse coming, and much as he hates using magic or fighting, it's probably going to be an inevitability. Shame and embarrassments aren't really in Sans's wheelhouse, but dying as a pony because he didn't understand his own magic is the kind of thing he'd never live down.

So eventually he slinks away into a lesser-used tea room and starts figuring out how this unicorn thing works. It takes a little while, but eventually he has figured out how to create bone attacks. His more complex patterns are beyond him, but that's fine. At least he can still teleport.

And the Gaster Blasters still work. Somehow, they're completely unchanged. He almost expected them to turn into horse skulls, but they're the same as they always are. They even take a lot out of him, just like always.

Sans is cautious and made sure to lock the door, but it's still possible to stumble in on him practicing.

E: WILDCARD

Anything goes!

𝐢. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

[There's what is essentially a purple goat in the garden with jewelry covered horns. Said purple goat is bedecked in a glorious array of tattoos, like a peacock that extends from the side of his face down his neck and becomes a floral arrangement. Two snakes extend down the length of one leg. There appear to be at least nine strange red eye designs on several spots. Also he's wearing an extremely ostentatious cape that covers his back and (suspiciously) his cutie mark.

What you're looking at right here is some very dark child's Goth pony OC, and it's kind of ridiculous. It might be more ridiculous if perhaps said pony-goat were crowing about darkness and death. But no. He's looking at his reflection in the fountain as if trying to check on something. As someone approaches, he murmurs.]

Nope. No, I don't know what it is. I think I'd remember if I took anything, but I feel fantastic.

𝐢𝐢. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

[The delight doesn't last.

Molly is, unfortunately, a hands-on person in many ways. 90% of what he does requires use of his hands. Sword juggling? Sure he can balance one on his nose like a boss, but he can't anything more complicated. You can catch him on the checkerboard hills with two scimitars on either side of him as he tries to figure out how he's supposed to do anything with those.

But the last straw are the cards. On some occasions, Molly has enjoyed setting up in the tea room to do readings in exchange for a story or something that has any kind of value since a lack of economy is really cramping his style. Unfortunately, any attempt at shuffling is met with a lot of struggle and eventually he just thunks his head against the table.

And then slowly, it dawns on him and he lifts his head and narrows his eyes.]

...This is a fucking spell, isn't it? Fuck.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

[further pony shenanigans.]

𝐢. 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲-𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[In the Teen Center, there is a pony Said pony is wearing a pink sweater and bears a shooting star cutie mark on her flank. She has her thick, curly brown mane tied back and she is currently killing it on a DDR machine, which was definitely not meant for ponies, but ask her if she cares.

She finishes her set with a flawless victory and pants, patting the machine with a hoof.] Oh, you beautiful machine. You give random dance parties for no reason so much meaning.

[She glances behind her and notices she's not alone and waves. This is normal. Mabel is always a pony.] Oh hey! What's up?

𝐢𝐢. 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

[Have you ever seen a pony attempt to knit?

Well, congratulations, because if you find Mabel parked in a chair in the theater watching something cheesy on the big screen, you will see that she's currently struggling to use her hoofs to maneuver her knitting needles. On the TV, there's a sweet love song between the male lead and the female lead, and while normally she'd be enraptured by this, she's entirely focused on how annoyed she is. Her face is starting to turn red and eventually the ball of yarn slips off the chair and she throws the useless knitting needles to the ground.] Darn! Poop! Darn! Heck. Why is this happening?

[She stares pathetically down at her hooves.]

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

[other pony shenanigans.]

Edited 2018-10-20 06:13 (UTC)

𝐢. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬

[Unlike most of the people in this circumstance, Peridot is well aware she is not "a pony." However, she is shaped like one- this is the preferred shape of a gem's hard light illusion, after all. It's a useful shape.... She'll give you details on how it's useful later.

She's a very triangular pony, and her cutie mark is simply a pale yellow star- a product of one of her recent destabilizations. Honestly, does anyone really expect gems to have individualized cutie marks when they're properly indoctrinated? Hah.

Anyway. She has an objective today. Her objective is to move an extremely weirdly shaped branch she found at the edge of the forest to incorporate into her 'morps. The problem? She isn't very strong, the branch is very big, and she's desperately tugging it along inch by inch with her teeth.

She struggles. But it's probably fine.]

𝐢𝐢. 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐬 𝐯𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

[Here is Peridot.

Here is Peridot with her tablet.

Here is Peridot with wide, panicked eyes, desperately poking at the screen and trying to open programs and nothing is working. THERE IS NO GOD. SOMETHING IS WRONG.

At least that's what one can guess is going on in her head as she starts making anxious noises.]

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

[so anyway, ponies.]

Jean turns out to be a rather plain (if hard-eyed) pegasus pony with a somewhat familiar cutie mark. And while he's a pony now, he doesn't have any knowledge of magic, so he doesn't feel or notice any difference. So he goes about the sort of stuff he would normally be up to in a day.

Namely, he's set up a load Titan training dummies on the checkerboard hills. Sword in mouth, he makes quick, precise dives at the targets on the dummies' necks, slashing them open at a very particular point and angle. After he finishes each dive, he stops to examine his work, to see how well he did, and then winds up and tries again.

One small thing he does notice is that this seems... too easy. Didn't this used to be harder? This whole flying thing? He didn't used to be able to go in any direction like this, unfettered by gravity. Maybe he's just gotten really good at it, after so much training.

That was probably it. He was just that amazing. His only regret is that there isn't anyone from his world here to praise him on his work. This isn't nearly as enjoyable without anyone around to pat him on the metaphorical back. He subsists on the praise of strangers.

Ah well. If any Titans were ever to come to Wonderland, he was confident now that he could take them all on himself!

Edited 2018-10-20 20:44 (UTC)

Asgore Dreemurr has become the world's chunkiest alicorn, which is to say that he has a stunningly beautiful mane and beard (so luxurious! what golden sparkle!) and also a beautiful golden horn and beautiful ivory colored wings but also he is c h u n k y for an alicorn. I mean. It's probably. Muscle. But also some of it is definitely fat. He's just a very... box-shaped alicorn. His cutie mark is an orb with two wings.

But anyway he's gosh-danged pony royalty. Just. Chunky royalty.

IN THE ROOFTOP GARDEN
Asogre is puttering about in his rooftop garden which, of course, he flew to using his wings that he's always had only he remembers taking the stairs a lot... maybe he was trying to lose some weight. Anyway, it's getting to be fall. There's plants that need taken care of still -- the ornamental grasses are still doing alright, there's some pots of chrysanthemums and asters still in bloom -- but the most pressing issue are the fall vegetables, which are in the last few weeks of their harvesting time. The large troughs of sweet potatoes grown in the spring and summer have given way to troughs of lettuce, kale, radishes and peas. Sure is useful to have all of this magic to.. do all of the heavy lifting.

IN THE KITCHEN
This fine example of royal horseflesh is eating several gallons of ice cream. Is that good for horses? Are horses lactose tolerant or intolerant? ~~they're lactose intolerant~~ Asgore remembers eating lots of ice cream in the past, so this is probably fine. ~~it's not fine~~

AT THE GYM
Asgore is... lifting weights with his hooves. He uses his hooves to lift weights. Somehow this is a thing that is possible. It seems. Very. Impossible. But it somehow isn't. We're all confused by this. But it's. Happening. Somehow.

MISC.
Whatever your heart most desires, dear reader.

Edited (formatting so many things wrong the first time) 2018-10-21 02:23 (UTC)

Library
Getting the books from the shelves would be much easier if he was a unicorn, rather than a pegasus. Nageki has to be careful when using his teeth to pull the books from the shelves. Luckily, he's had a lot of practice. It shouldn't surprise anyone that his cutie mark is a book.

Kitchen
Cooking and eating is harder for Nageki. He's used to chopsticks but, for some reason, he can't seem to remember how to use them. While he's reluctant to bury his face in his food, it's looking like he might have to if he wants to eat something.

With a look of concentration, Nageki tries to grip the sticks in his mouth and work out how he's supposed to use them to get food in his mouth.

Misc.
Whatever else might come up.

Library

There's a small orange pony in a blue vest sitting at the bottom of a shelf, frowning up at it. The book he wants is on the top shelf, and even fully extended on his hind legs, he can't reach it. There are ladders, sure, but they don't seem like they're remotely good for hooves.

Dipper is nothing but resourceful in any form. He does some calculations in his head, holding up his front hooves as he figures out just the right angle... then he turns around and gives the bottom of the shelf a kick.

The book drops straight onto his back. He turns around, gripping it delicately in his mouth and looks at it. "Hah!" he says, his mouth full of book. Success. Height's got nothing on him.

The Lake

Being short isn't new. Having to be resourceful to get things done isn't new. Dipper isn't sure why everything feels so off today, but it does. Something's wrong. He heads out to the lake, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out exactly what's different.

"I know there's something, I just can't quite put my--" He stops short, eyes widening. "FINGERS!"

He lifts his hoof and stares at it. "Where the heck are my fingers?"

Oh boy. Did an event start without him knowing?

Threaded | Flat

Starlight Glimmer | ota

Georgia Mason | ota

Kokichi Oma | ota

Horse A: Thanks! You ruined it.

Horse B: Horseplay!

Horse C: Sugar crash

Horse D: Son of Lil' Sebastian

WILDCARD!

Sans OTA

MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF | OTA

MABEL PINES | ota