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fandomhighdorms2008-05-17 04:28 pm
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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'spretty, 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.]
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
"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.]