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.

dfewr operiumnxcewsasa cxewlkersdrtuidm, rtewuikliufgghrt dsopeerjklker --

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!

dsesert dscvghiooilk vboizserdf,m . . . .

[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.]

Comments

[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?"

[locointhecoco]

Only for dragons. Different animals all had different diets, and you had to follow them or they'd get sick! Fluttershy had taught Pinkie that.

"Even better! You can even use it!" Pinkie lead the way back around the desk to the computer monitor. "It's really pretty! Look, it has bubbles all over it, and everything!"

Pinkie hadn't set up her background as a pink bubble-scape. It'd actually come that way. She kind of thought of it as the computer's own cutie mark.

[wasthecuteone]

IT had clearly known what they were dealing with. "Okay, so...'Dear school board'?"

[locointhecoco]

"Uh huh! 'Dear school board. . . .'" Pinkie frowned, concentrating. "Letter writing is hard. If Twilight Sparkle were here, she'd know just what to say. 'Dear school board. . . . Hi! How are you all doing today? I hope you're having an extra fantastic amazingly awesomeliest of awesomes day!'"

That was a good start, right?

[wasthecuteone]

Maybe a little over the top, but, "Okay, good," Petra said as she typed. "You want to butter them up. 'Awesomeliest...of awesome...day.' Then what?"

[locointhecoco]

Good question.

"Then. . . . 'I would be having a wonderfully wonderful wubtabulous day myself, but my hooves don't fit on the itty bitty letter thingies on the computer.'"

[wasthecuteone]

Petra started typing, hesitated, then took her best guess at spelling 'wubtabulous,' and continued. "Should I say something about how I'm typing this for you? So they don't think you're exaggerating?"

[locointhecoco]

"Oh! That's a really good idea! Say 'I'm so lucky that my new friend Petra came by to take funny face pictures with me or I never would even get to write this letter to you. So as you can see by my above dilineated points, I very much require my very own ponyboard, which appears to be like what you've already provided only much, much bigger.'"

[wasthecuteone]

Petra was a pretty quick typist, but that was a lot, and she had to pause to remember some of it before she managed to get all of it down. Even the part about the funny face pictures. "Should I link to the ponyboard?" She'd said something about an ad, right? "So they can find it easier?"

[locointhecoco]

"Wow, you're really smart! It's that little picture thingy right there. Do you need a paperclip?"

[wasthecuteone]

"No, I got it," Petra assured her, grabbing the URL and adding it to the e-mail. "Anything else you want to say?" This was, as Petra realized as soon as the words left her mouth, probably the wrong thing to ask. "In the letter, I mean."

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had, indeed, taken a deep breath with which to say everything else she wanted to say. So it was a good thing she clarified.

"Oh! It should probably say 'thank you'."

[wasthecuteone]

"Got it," Petra said, "and then sign your name to it and send?" Before Pinkie came up with more to say.

[locointhecoco]

"Do you think I should use my full name? That might sound more official."