Virgo Campfire; Saturday Afternoon.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

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 ]]

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[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari went looking for some sort of explanation for what the heck happened over night.

And why this stupid henge wouldn't disperse.

And found another pony with butterfly wings. "Everyone?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Uhh..."

Cal couldn't exactly speak for everyone, but it was a little bit of a relief to see someone else afflicted, even if this one didn't have to be stuck with pointless, unexplainable wings.

"Well, at least I know I'm not the only one," he commented.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari blinked once. "Oh, you're male."

The wings and pink threw her.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

The, yes, male...mostly...pony gave a snort. "Har har. You know, and here I was worried that I wouldn't get to hear that today. Good thing you came around."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"You have butterfly wings and are pink," Temari informed him dryly.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"And you have a forehead protector around your neck," Cal countered simply. "Your point?"

"Also, I'm not all pink. There's some blue in here, too."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"It's a feminine color," Said the purple pony.

There was no way this was going in her report home.

"I wore it that way when I was younger."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal's head shook slightly. "All you ninjas, going around without protected foreheads."

He stuck with that, since he didn't know how to defend the pink very well. His wings did flutter a little, though entirely not by his choice.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec had been up early enough to miss the morning rush of pony-ness, so returning to his cabin now meant that he was finally getting a good glimpse of Fandom's latest craze.

Stopping by the campfire, he examined the little pony curiously before asking, "Are you a student or a visitor?"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

If a pony could smirk, Temari did a good job of it. "And you are fluttery."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal sighed, which, it would seem, worked quite well as a pony. "Student. I'm not usually like this."

The wings fluttered.

"...At all."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"They have a mind of their own!" Cal insisted. "I don't even know what they're doing there, there's nothing even remotely fairy-like about me."

Really.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec smirked and sat down, putting himself a little more on a level with the petite pony. "Yeah, I was a goat once," he said. "And a girl. I think Fandom likes to play hell with your sense of identity."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari hummed in amusement.

"Of course." She looked around. "Who are you, anyway?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Great, and wasn't that just what Cal needed? He tried his best to ignore the girl part of that. Maybe since he'd already been down that road, he wouldn't have to travel it twice.

"Good thing I'm secure in mine, then," he commented, silently adding the finally. "I'm, uh, Cal, by the way. I have no idea if introducing myself to you right now will do any good, because, hopefully, next time you see me, I won't look anything like this."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"So it's not everyone." Temari huffed, blowing the forelock out of her eyes.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal considered making up a name. But then he considered something else.

"Would it really matter? I mean, it's not like you'll recognize me later."

Hopefully.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"For my own curiosity," She replied, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Why? Worried I'll see you again?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal shrugged. "Just saying that it's not like you'll recognize me. I'm a lot less pink. Or blue, for that matter."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari shrugged.

"Then why not say your name? If I won't be able to put it to a face."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Cal Stephanides," he offered. "You?"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"Temari." Her tail swished suddenly at that. "How did you know it was forehead protector?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Because I was previously making fun of Ino for wearing it around her waist; I told her she could just call it a waist protector instead, but, apparently, that made too much sense."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"I'm Alec. I'm in this cabin, so if you're not standing here just for your health, that'll narrow it down a bit," he said. "And I assume you'll sound the same, next time."

[[slowplay ftw then! :3]]

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari snorted in amusement at that.

"Sounds like that brat. It's normally worn over the forehead so we can identify friend and foe in battle, but as long as it is visible, it doesn't matter."