4th Floor Common Room, Monday afternoon

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Sam had handwavily spent all day yesterday video chatting with Carly online, trying to prove that, yes, she was totally actually a blue pony with a sandwich on her butt.

Carly insisted that Freddie's special effects skills must have improved and that Sam was just trying to prank her. Which, to be fair, Sam totally would be, if she weren't actually a blue pony with a sandwich on her butt.

Today, Sam was in the common room, dragging a ham out of the fridge with her teeth and flinging it onto the coffee table where she could munch on it while watching TV. She wasn't about to let a little thing like "ponies are herbivorous" stop her from enjoying her ham, dammit.

[ooc: open common room is open.]

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Sam had missed out on changing into a pony and he was really damn glad about that. He'd stuck to his room yesterday for the most part, sleeping a lot and listening to vinyl.

Now though, he was out and standing in the door of the common room, staring at the pony in there and torn between laughing and offering to help the pony with whatever she was doing.

"Uh." He snickered and tried to hide it. "Things okay in here?"

Sam was glad he didn't do drugs or he'd have thought he was on some kind of trip here.

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"I'm fine," Sam insisted. She was a bit too proud to admit to needing any help in eating a ham. "What good are teeth if they can't tear meat?!"

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"You sure you don't want me to get you some grass?" Sam asked, unable to stop himself from bringing up that stereotype. "I thought that's what ponies grazed on."

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Sam made a disgusted face. As a pony, this meant a lot of eye squinching and tongue hanging out. "Ugh. Grass. No thanks."

She wasn't a big vegetable fan. Unless they were on a large sandwich.

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"So, uh, who are you?" Sam wondered, taking a few steps into the common room. "You're not wearing a nametag and I don't really recognize person to pony transformations at all."

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Sam peered at him over the edge of her ham as she tried once again to rip a piece off with her teeth. She sighed, straightened up, and tossed her mane.

"Sam," she said. Which was either stating who she as, or just saying his name. "How come you didn't end up a pony?"

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"Luck, I guess," Sam said, trying to figure out if she was saying his name or her name. It could go either way, really. "How's pony life going? Better than being a gremlin?"

Well, if she remembered that, then he'd know who she was. Apparently, Sam was fated to talk to her whenever she was acting weird and not when she was normal.

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There was a soft knock on the door, then the clomp-clomp of hooves as a very confused pony stepped inside.

"Er, excuse me? Is anyone else -- "

Then he got a look at Sam.

" -- currently equestrian? Never mind, I suppose."

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Sam narrowed her eyes at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Yeah, that was clearly a lie.

"Being a pony is dumb." She poked her ham with one forehoof. "I don't even have thumbs."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Dude, listen to the radio," Sam told him. "We're ponies, not equestrians."

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Right. The radio. That would've been smart.

"No, no, 'equestrian' means 'of or related to horses and their riders,'" Wesley explained. Which was important, oh yes. "Er. I'm, er, I'm terribly sorry; I didn't mean to look, but, ah. Is that a sandwich?"

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"You don't know what I'm talking about?" Sam asked, feigning mock offense. "You treated my leg like it was a deep fried drumstick. Don't worry, I forgive you."

It was easy to do that since she hadn't actually managed to take a bite out of him. "You're a cute pony. Does that help?"

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Upon seeing someone who was still very much human-shaped, Wesley stared.

"Well, you're not a horse," he objected. Really, Wes? "That hardly seems fair."

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"Sorry?" Was that something you apologized for. "Gotta admit, I kinda don't ever wanna be a horse either. It'd be wrong to suggest pony rides, wouldn't it?"

Yes, he was just kidding but he couldn't help himself.

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Sam looked back at her own ass flank. "Looks like. Better than balloons."

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"Oh, no, no, I didn't mean to say that you should be a horse," Wesley hastened to clarify. "Though I hardly wanted to be one either. Odd, the way the island selects its targets, isn't it?"

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"I don't have one, do I?" He turned to try to get a glimpse, but being the Tiniest Pony Of Them All, he couldn't quite get the right angle.

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"I'm adorable," Sam said menacingly. "And we'll see how much forgiving you need when you get bit by a gremlin."

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"Not unless it's green on green," Sam assured him. "Guess you're just not as awesome."

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"This is actually pretty new to me," Sam confessed with a one shouldered shrug. "I've seen a gremlin bite in action and now this but that's about it. Guess I've got a lot to learn? Enjoying being a pony, uh, guy?"

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"Are you wishing a gremlin bite on me?" Sam asked, more amused than anything else. "Sam, that's just mean. What if I actually caught like the plague from it instead of acting strange?"

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"Wesley," he laughed. "And, er, not exactly. Honestly, Fandom. When I was last transformed, the island made me into some sort of, er, farm boy... person. And now a pony."

Sigh, Fandom. Really?

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Or he didn't like sandwiches quite as much as she did.

"Well, I wasn't exactly itching for one, you know," he pointed out dryly. "Being a pony is unpleasant enough. I hardly need a tattoo."

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"Sam," he said, giving Wesley a wave instead of offering a hand or anything like that since there were hooves and all. "You been eating grass or been trying to eat human food?"

Sam bet that was pretty messy.

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Wesley reciprocated with an awkward little hoof-wave of his own.

"Human food, for the most part," he replied. "Fortunately, I had a salad in my room from the other day, which I suppose is similar enough to what ponies eat that it seems all right."

Sam totally wanted to know that, don't even lie.