Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had set herself up in the kitchen with a large pot full of a watered-down mix of black ink, dye, and latex paint, and lots and lots of newspaper.

She was currently attempting to get the stuffed, winged pink pony into the pot.

"No, no, it's lots of fun, I promise!"

"It doesn't look very nice or happy or friendly," the pony would reply.

"Just get in the pot!"

"Why don't we play Candyland instead?" asked the pony.

It wasn't going well.

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Annette stepped closer, folding her arms around her waist and peering into the pot. She glanced at the pink pony. "Is it really evil?"

[nadiathesaint]

"It got into a fight with a stuffed turtle in class, attempted to ram Pippi at practice, and has generally been trying to tell me I can't do anything that I want to do because it isn't 'nice'."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She smacked her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. But oh my god, it was funny!

"So...it's a black, smelly bath?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Something like that, yes."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I should have brought Gordon, my pig, to join your pony."

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh? Is he evil, too?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Yep. He's one pissed pig."

[nadiathesaint]

"What'd he do?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Attacked me then went for Cally. I had to threaten him before he relented and crawled under her bed. It didn't stop him though. He came back out and growled at me."

[nadiathesaint]

". . . It didn't actually hurt you guys, did it?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "No. It's just a little pig. Cute really. But...I'm not exactly sure what's it's capable of." She nodded towards the pony. "Did it hurt you?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "Physically? No. But it might have almost gotten me detention."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"It followed you to class?"

[nadiathesaint]

"And told me I had to work on my handwriting."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"..." Annette just stared. Nadia might have it worse than her.

Then, "The gall." And she clicked her tongue.

[nadiathesaint]

"Her handwriting isn't nice. Or ladylike," the pony replied haughtily.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Blink.

"Umm. Hush."

[nadiathesaint]

"No." said the pony matter-of-factly.

In the next few moments, though, Nadia succeeded in her quest, and she now had an all black, winged pony.

"Whadda you lookin' at?" it demanded of Annette.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette watched, her mouth falling open in astonishment at the black winged pony. Oh dear.

"...uh, black is definitely your color."

[nadiathesaint]

The pony struck a saucy pose. "Thanks. I hear it's slimming."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She raised her brows, nodding. "Of course it is. Slimming and sleek. You need a strand of pearls around your neck."

[nadiathesaint]

The pony lifted a front hoof and pressed it gently to its neck. "Do ya think?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeahhh, maybe teardrop from your ears." And if she thought it strange she was talking to a black dipped pony? You'd never know it.

"Red lipstick might work too. Goes well with black."

[nadiathesaint]

"But I don't have any lips," commented the pony.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"We...could paint them on?"