Little Dipper Campfire - Saturday Morning

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Katara pawed at the campfire, trying to uncover some embers to blow into a fire.  Hands would have been really, really useful.  But...since Fandom appeared to have a sense of humour this morning, she was doing the best she could.

Oats would be nice too. 

[OOC:  Mmmm, lack of a campfire but still open!]

Virgo Campfire; Saturday Afternoon.

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It wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been the wings.

Why, why had there been wings? Cal had thought it was bad enough that there was an excessive amount of pink as well as interlocking male-female symbols being advertised on his butt, but then there had to be pretty fairy wings on it, too. Just great. It was definitely a day where he was going to try to stay in his alcove.

Only to discover that trying to even just sit in one of those alcoves as a horse with big wings was not pleasant. He realized he could have just stuck in the living room, but he wanted fresh air and, most importantly, room, and so there came to be a slightly sulking pretty pony sitting by the unlit campfire, reminding himself that maybe this at least meant all the Fandom stuff was just getting out of (or would it be into?) his system.


[[ open campfires be open ]]

Sirius Cabin's Sirius Campfire, Saturday morning

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Gladys had spent another night watching the stars. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but... "Why Am I A Pony?"

She was, indeed, a pony, and a rather perplexed pony, at that.

Ursa Major Campfire [early evening]

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Luke, after an afternoon of searching, had finally found the ride that went with the terrifyingly pony-sized helmet he'd woken up with.

Sadly, it wasn't a airplane. Or a shuttle.

It was...a scooter.

And the ground wasn't exactly level enough for a pony driving a scooter to be a comfortable match. So Luke's pretty, pretty  tail was now full of dirt and sticks as he righted himself for the tenth time and shot Artoo a pony glare.

"Would you stop recording?" he whined.

Artoo had no intention of stopping, no.

[OOC: Come on over and ride the scooter! My ponies were totally tricked out back in the day.]