Sirius Cabin's Sirius Campfire, Saturday morning

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

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.

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[remember5th.livejournal.com]

A dark red pony with a cartoon bomb marking on her hindquarters came ambling over.

"Oh, good, it's not just me," she sighed. "Hello."

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"Not Unless You Are Always A Pony." Gladys was perplexed and disturbed. It was the first time any of the island's oddness had ever affected her. "Hello," she added, almost as an afterthought.

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"Nooo, I'm not normally a pony," she assured her, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. She paused, and considered the voice, and said, "We haven't met before, have we? My name's Evey. I don't know your voice."

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"My Name Is Gladys. We Have Not Met." She gestured with a...hoof. "Sitting Straight Down Seems To Be Effective. I Do Not Think Ponies Were Designed For Sitting."

[wannabehunter]

Jo trotted out of the cabin, frowning a pony frown. "Why am I pink?" she asked, as that was far more worrying than the pony part.

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"I Do Not Know Why You Are Pink." She paused. "Do You Realise You Are Also A Pony?"

[wannabehunter]

"Yes," Jo replied. "But that's just Fandom weirdness. The pink is just cruel." She emphasised this with a stamped hoof.

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"Is There Something Wrong With The Colour Pink?" she asked.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

It had taken Luke a while to figure out how to get out of Ursa Major (he'd never missed his thumbs so much), but he went trotting towards the first group of...other little ponies...he saw.

"Oh, good, it's not just me. What the hell?" he whined. "Why do I have a lightsaber tattooed on my butt?"

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"I've got a bomb on mine. A cartoony one," Evey whined back. "They don't really look like this. Hi, Luke."

That one was pretty easy to figure out. What with the whining and all.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Hi...Evey?" he guessed. "This is ridiculous," he said, stomping a wee hoof and turning in a circle to stare at his hindquarters again. "I don't have anything else back there, right? Other than a tail."

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't look like it. Your...mane is very pretty," Evey said, and giggled. In a ponyish way.

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"I Do Not Know." Gladys didn't blink, you needed eyelids for that, but the glow in her eyes dimmed briefly then brightened. "Luke?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"That's me," Luke said. "Well, sort of. I'm not normally pony-shaped. Hi, Gladys."

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Luke," she greeted. "Do You Think We Will Change Back To Being Not Pony Shaped?"

[wannabehunter]

"Hey, Luke," Jo said, flicking her tail. "That's better than being pink."

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke gave her a pony grin. "You are pretty pink," he admitted.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"No! No! I don't want to go there! There's-- other-- people!"

Jeff's protests were mostly futile; the dog kept on barking, and he kept on giving into the instinct to move away from the barking, and as such, he wound up at the campfire eventually, stuck between a fire and a guard dog.

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"That Is A Very Large Dog." Or at least it was now. "Is It Your Dog?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"She's Her Dog," Jeff replied, kicking back at the campfire a little in a desperate attempt to back up further.

He'd get the hang of it. "I'm Not Certain-- I'm not certain anyone actually Owns her."

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen tilted her head at Jeff, ears flicking curiously. "Hello there."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Careful," Jeff said, his eyes still firmly set on now slightly-further-away dog, "I think she's planning some sort of ambush."

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

There was a black pony trotting over to the fire, rather awkwardly trying to cover up the symbol on her rump with little success.

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Gladys greeted her. "Is There Something Wrong With Your Tattoo?"

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Gwen replied, tail flicking nervously. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?"