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[flensing]

[Look, guys, this really isn't funny, but there seems to be a tan-colored pony entangled in the tarp-covering of a small blue tent. It seems part of the fabric has ripped, some of the support poles turning around at odd angles. She's managed to poke her head out into the open and stares at the camera mournfully.]

I... this is ridiculous...

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[noshiplikefriendship]

Oh, it's not that bad.

I have magic.

[flensing]

Oh. That's... Would you mind helping me?

[noshiplikefriendship]

[Here, purple light is lifting the tent out of the way]

Is that better?

[flensing]

[Oh. That is definitely magic. Anna rolls onto her side as the tent lifts, kicking her new pony legs to undo the unfortunate twist.]

T-thank you. [Siiigh.] I was startled... without my hands.

[whatfriendshipcantbe]

You're telling me, how am I supposed to go to work?

[flensing]

[Oh god. Work.]

...That will be difficult. What do you do?

[whatfriendshipcantbe]

I make coffee and tea. It's nothing glamorous but I need my thumbs.

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[worldofourown]

[Oooh! A pony!]

My God, it speaks ...!

[flensing]

Yes, I... serve in a bar. I don't think guests would fit in their booths, let alone serving very gracefully.

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[flensing]

...hello, sir.

[whatfriendshipcantbe]

A bar? I don't think running around as a horse on beer is a good idea anyway.

[mindlessvandal]

[Ffff. It's so funny.]

You're telling me. What made you think you could pull off a tent?

[flensing]

I sleep in it.

[And she woke up this way. Imagine if she'd decided to sleep in her car last night....]

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[worldofourown]

Want an apple to munch on?

[That's what ponies eat, right?]

[flensing]

Ah, the Blue Light. It probably isn't, it's strange enough having four legs.

Private

[flensing]

[:\ She is more than wary of you, dude.]

No thank you, monsieur.

[whatfriendshipcantbe]

I'm Pastel, have you lived in the City a long time?

[mindlessvandal]

You know, it's really not that hard to find people to live with here. Even I'm not a homeless anymore.

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[worldofourown]

[Where Karl goes, wariness follows :|]

Molasses, then?

...

Why are you in a tent? Didn't join a traveling circus, did we?

[flensing]

I like it here, but thank you.

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[flensing]

No, not at all.

[She gives him an incredulous look :|]

[flensing]

Hello, Pastel. My name is Anna.

[She smiles faintly, although her big sad eyes never look all the happy.]

I have been here a few months, yes.

[whatfriendshipcantbe]

I've been here for a year, Anna, and I've never seen anything like this happen. I mean people turn into animals sometimes but it looks like we're all ponies.

[flensing]

I think anything might be possible here.

[Which was a bit daunting...]

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[worldofourown]

You live outdoors, then?

[Ooh, goodie.]