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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Comments

[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?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Would it show up against the black?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Umm, yeah, sure it will. We'll just let all of the black dry first." Blink.

[nadiathesaint]

"Okay. That sounds super--er, sorry, reflex, that sounds like it'd be cool."