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Ursa Major Campfire [early evening]

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.]

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Z trotted over. "Luke!...is that a scooter?" she wondered. "Why does a pony need a scooter?"

"I have no idea," Luke admitted, "but they are very safety-conscious scooter people. It took Artoo ten minutes to get the helmet on my head."

Mostly because Artoo had been far too busy saving the entire day for posterity.

"Want to try it?"

Z pranced a little as she thought about this. And told Artoo, "Here, this is my good side." Then it was back to the vexing issue of the scooter. "How do you even control it with your hooves?"

"~~Your invisible little girl pushes you~~ Very carefully," Luke said. "I've fallen off once or twice."

Artoo helpfully told Z exactly how many times Luke had fallen off. It was way more than twice.

Z giggled at Artoo and told Luke, "Maybe I shouldn't. I don't have the Force to protect me if I fall off."

"You could wear the helmet, too," Luke offered. "I think I'm getting helmet mane anyway."

Oooh. Tempting.

"...okay," Z said, then turned to Artoo. "If the helmet gives me helmet mane, no pictures. Got that?"

Artoo whistled reassuringly.

Even as a pony, Adah limped, and so the traverse back from the clinic took twice as long, because she had almost twice the body mass, twice the bum legs and twice the length of crooked spine. She swore that even her tail seemed to lilt tragically to the left. Either way, she was contemplating exactly how she intended to climb into bed like this once night fell as she approached the cabin and then stopped, head tilted.

She's spent the entire day as a pony with a DNA strand of her specific ailment tattooed on her ass. She thought that was strange.

And then she saw another pony on a scooter.

Her head tilted.

This possibly made up for the whole pony thing all together.

Luke tossed his mane in lieu of a wave. "Hello, Adah!" he said. "Strange day, huh?"

Try as she might not to, Adah discovered that she couldn't really respond to that. Nothing more than a few blank blinks of her eyes, eyes of a light blue gem, that seemed to twinkle particularly so. Twinkle, and, if Adah had known they'd done it, she'd be tempted to find a way to gouge those gem eyes out and put them up for sale on some pony gem-eye black market.

"Want to try it?" he asked. "I'm all scootered out."

And so it came to be discovered that even baby blue gem eyes could stare cold hard daggers.

That was a joke, right?

"Kidding!" Luke said quickly, stepping back.

And forgetting he was on a scooter.

Ponies falling over aren't the most graceful things ever.

If Adah had the balance for that sort of thing, she would facehoof.

Instead, she just winced and closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them, tilting her head to see if Luke was okay.

"I'm fine," Luke said, rolling up and shaking out his tail again.

Artoo was making a noise that sounded a lot like laughter.

Adah herself could barely manage to keep a snort down, and the noises that Artoo was making really, really didn't help. She shook her head. And people wondered why she just said no to things like this.

"I'm much more coordinated when I'm not a pony," Luke said with a wee pony pout.

It was kind of true.

Peter had spent most of the day cursing that he was a pony. AGAIN. So when he finally made his way out into public, he was at least a little bit amused that someone else had pony-related difficulties as well. He tilted his head, whickering his curiosity at the scooter.

"I don't know!" Luke said. "I came with accessories!"

"Better than a hairbrush," Peter pointed out. "I had a hairbrush and a mirror next to me this morning. I don't have thumbs!"

"That did seem strange," Luke admitted. "But helpful in figuring out I was a pony."

Pause.

"Not that I wanted to be a pony."

Peter snorted. "At least it's not just me this tme."

"I'd be very reassured by that if I didn't have shiny blond curls," Luke whined.

Now there was whickering that was supposed to pass for laughing. "At least you don't have a sword on your butt?" he offered.

"I have a lightsaber," Luke said. "I don't normally have anything on my butt!"

Another pause.

"Other than pants."

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