Office hours, Wednesday

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie was back in her office, once again trying to write a letter home about her adventures in Fandom. She'd finally given up on the whole "holding the pen in her mouth" concept, and was instead trying to use the computer.

This was somewhat difficult, as her hoof was about the size of half the keyboard. She tried hitting the keys at an angle, but it wasn't going too well.

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She hadn't even gotten through the greeting when an ad popped up, directed to her through the magic of Google's extraordinarily sensitive ad focusing engines, which were capable of reading activity done even in an open draft of an email.

That was perfect! She'd totally be able to write her friends back in Ponyville if she had a ponyboard! She was going to have to requisition one from the school board right away!

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[ooc: And open! Yes, I totally in fact just sat here and attempted to type using my entire fist in order to simulate what a pony typing on a keyboard might be like.]

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[wasthecuteone]

Petra was exploring the school, looking for some sort of proof this place was or wasn't an asylum, when she found...the pony. Well, she hadn't hallucinated in a couple of days, so she was probably due, and she had an admittedly not particularly cunning plan to take a photo of the pony and send it to her friends, so they could tell her what they saw and confirm whether she was crazy or not.

She saw no reason to be rude to the hallucination before verifying it was one, though, so she said, "Hi!" from the office doorway and smiled at Pinkie Pie.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie looked up from the requisition letter for the pony board, looking grumpy. When she spotted Petra, she broke into a broad grin, and shoved the keyboard to the side. "Hi!" She rested her hooves on the desk and tilted her head. "You settling in okay?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Just great," Petra lied. "I was wondering if I could take a picture of you to show my friends...? None of them have seen a pony quite like you before!" UNDERSTATEMENT.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie trotted out in front of her desk. "Ooo, that'd be loads of fun! I love getting my picture taken. I could do a funny face, like this!" And she grinned maniacally. "Or this!" Blowing a raspberry. "We should take a funny faces picture together!"

[wasthecuteone]

Petra snapped a couple of pictures of Pinkie Pie with her phone, then said, "You know what, we should totally do that. Here, let me--" move over so that she could get her head into the frame with the talking pink pony. "Funny faces on three! One...two...three!"

[locointhecoco]

"Cheese and pancakes!" Pinkie cried as Petra said three, because . . . why not? "Aw, I bet those pictures will be fantabulous!"

[wasthecuteone]

"I'm sure they will be," Petra assured her. "Thank you so much." She texted them to her 'Teen Dreamers' group, then shoved her phone back in her pocket. "I really appreciate it, especially when you're working on...um...what are you working on?" Besides not possibly being real?

[locointhecoco]

"I'm trying to write a letter to the school board to ask them to get me one of these 'pony boards'. But the little letters are too teeny weenie!"

[wasthecuteone]

If the pony was somehow real, Petra had an opportunity to do a good deed. If the pony was, as according to all logic and sense it must be, a figment of Petra's imagination, the school board would get a crazy letter and it wouldn't matter because Petra would be out of here soon anyway. Her course seemed clear. "Well, I'm here and I don't have anything better to do," Petra pointed out. "You could tell me what you want to say and I could type it for you?"

[locointhecoco]

"You'd do that?" Pinkie was impressed. "And your little wiggly bits would fit the teeny weenie letters perfectly!"

Fingers, Pinkie. They're called fingers.

[wasthecuteone]

"Sure!" Petra said. "Like I said, I don't have anything better to do." Well, her trig assignment, but that was hardly better. "And, uh. They're called fingers. The wiggly bits, I mean."

[locointhecoco]

"Fingers!" Pinkie repeated. "That's a silly word. Fffffiiiiingersssss. I guess the computer thing was made for fingery thingies, huh?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Yeah, but they have voice recognition things, I think, for if you can't use the keyboard," Petra said. "Or a...ponyboard." Whatever the hell that was.

[locointhecoco]

"It sent me a message to tell me about it!" Because the ad was totally talking to Pinkie specifically. "It's a really really really big keyboard so my hooves don't smoosh all the letters!"

[wasthecuteone]

"That makes sense," Petra said. So it was a keyboard for ponies. A ponyboard. Because ponies used keyboards now. "So you want to ask the school board for one?"

[locointhecoco]

"Uh huh! But when I try to spell it out, all I get is a bunch of goobly gicky gibberish. If they're going to have a pony on staff, they should really be ready to accomodate her needs!"

[wasthecuteone]

"They totally should," Petra agreed. "That's just inconsiderate."

[locointhecoco]

"That's what I said!" Pinkie was on a roll. "How am I supposed to write to all my friends back home? I'm not a unicorn, so it's hard for me to use a pen, and I don't have a baby dragon around to take dictation."

[wasthecuteone]

"My roommate has three dragons," Petra said. "I don't know if they're babies or just...teacup dragons," though she was really hoping for the latter, "but I don't think they can take dictation."

[locointhecoco]

"Wow, I've never seen a dragon shaped like a teacup before!"

[wasthecuteone]

Petra didn't understand how her brain came up with half of this. "No, they're just--they're little lizards with wings. They're not shaped like teacups."

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie was getting confused. "Do they live in teacups?"

[wasthecuteone]

"No? They're just small. Like pur--Chihuahua-sized." 'Pursedog' was probably asking for trouble, huh?

[locointhecoco]

It really would. Not that Pinkie knew what a chihuahua was. Dogs in her world mostly lived underground and kidnapped unicorns to make them lead them to gem stones.

"Oh, okay. She should make sure to feed them lots of gemstones."

[wasthecuteone]

Because gemstones were food now. Sure, why not? It was a hallucination. "I'll be sure to pass that along to her," Petra said soberly. "So, this letter to the school board? Can I see your computer?"