So it didn't take long for Pinkie to realize that letting her new twins out into the world was maybe not the best plan she'd ever come up with.
Sure, that realization could have come when she was quizzing them on the names of her friends and they absolutely refused to call Derek anything other than "the grumpy one", but Pinkie had never been the brightest crayon in the chandelier.
And honestly, she wasn't super great at problem solving, either. Which would be why she was reacting to her plan turning into the probable destruction of Fandom in the quest for fun by slumping in an exaggerated puddle on a bench in the corner of the park, clutching a sad, deflated balloon and moaning intermittently.
... There was a sad pink pony hugging a half-dead balloon in the park. Why was there a sad pink pony hugging a half-dead balloon in the park? This particular Pinkie was certainly far more subdued than the rest, Jono had to admit.
//Ah,// he noted, making his way from the pathway to the bench, setting his bag of bread crumbs down nearby and crouching forward to try to meet her eye. //You're not the same as the rest, are you?//
//I dunno. Looks more to me like you're sitting quietly on a bench in the park,// Jono mused, taking a seat not far off and offering her the bread crumbs. //Here, feed some ducks. Always helps me feel better.//
This was Jono being helpful. Honest.
//If you don't feel identical, maybe that's a good thing, luv. Means you're the only you in a sea of... other ponies who look a great deal like you, but who seem to be raising cain around the island.//
Drac allowed himself a moment to sag in relief as the flames on the sunlight-exposed parts of him finally extinguished. Only then did he notice that he'd been seen.
He whipped the hat off his head and into his cape instantly. "Jonothon. Good evening. And to y... YOU!!!" His eyes widened at the sight of Pinkie and he took a step backwards. Into the sunlight.
Bolstered with the possibility of actually doing something constructive, Pinkie burst proudly through the doors of the library, striking a dramatic stance.
She was very good at dramatic stances. Right up until the moment she destroyed it by putting on gag glasses or bursting into giggles.
Drac was a master of dramatic entrances and stances, himself... just apparently of a different style. He glided through the doors, his cape wrapped tightly around his erect and haughty figure.
Jono wasn't ignoring the headwear, for the record. He'd take pictures, only he wasn't certain he'd get anything but a floating flamingo hat on film anyway.
//It was certainly striking, at least,// Jono replied, slipping into the room with his hands in his pockets and a decidedly more relaxed posture about him. Not that he intended to ruin all of the drama, of course, but he tended to save his gesturing for far more catastrophic situations.
Anyway, it wasn't as though the books would take him seriously if he had struck a pose too. He used to work here, after all. They knew better.
"Where?" Pinkie asked, looking all around -- including between her own legs -- for the glass houses.
Not finding any, she figured they should get back to business. "I came in like that," she said, "And I said 'Helloooooooooooooo!' and then those doors opened up." She pointed to the Special Collections. "So I went in to look, and I found the spell."
Because why wouldn't she wander into the creepy section of the library that just happened to open up creepily just when she was nearby? Come on, now.
Fucking hell, why were there people in his library? There were never people in his library, unless the fucking world was ending.
"Closed for inventory!" Constantine bellowed as he stomped out of his office, a pile of books whose writing seemed to... move? ... in his arms. "Didn't you people read the bloody sign on the bloody front door?"
//We can read, mate,// Jono intoned, removing his arms from his pockets mostly so that he could go and cross them in front of his chest. //Only it seems we've got a bit of an island-wide dilemma, and we were hoping we'd be able to find a solution to it in here.//
Seemed like the place to start, at least.
//It's shaping up to be a Special Collections sort of mess, I'm afraid. Not a disaster, but...//
"IwantedtobeabletohavefunwithallmyfriendsatthesametimeandsoIfoundaspellthatmadePinkietwinsandIuseditandthentheyuseditandnowtherearePinkiesEVERYWHEREanditsallmyfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaulllllllllllllllllllllllllllt!" Pinkie wailed, bursting into fresh fountains of tears.
"Aye, I'm the librarian, Gothic. Problem?" Probably because you've got a cig hanging out the side of your mouth, John. IN THE LIBRARY. If you don't pay attention to it, it's going to ash on the nice books who cause madness if you try to make the writing hold still, and they won't like that.
He just raised an eyebrow at the rest of it. "Oi, Pink...lass." He was not calling her Pinkie Pie. He was not. It was below his British dignity. "So you're the one who cause a screaming alarm in my bloody apartment while I was sleeping one off. This would be why I'm doing inventory of the more dangerous stuff instead of drinking in my office."
John Constantine: Human Disaster, Not A Role Model. Just be glad he's not teaching this term.
He shifted his books to one arm so he could stub out his nicotine fix on his other hand. "Right then, back in you go, WITH Jon because like hell you're going unsupervised, and I've still got some Collections books in my office that I can't leave unguarded. Unless you read the spell out of something written in R'lyeh Glyphs... then that's in my office right now."
Pinkie had no idea what a R'lyeh glyph was. "I think it was in Equestrian," she said. "It had a shiny pretty horseshoe on the cover. Twilight Sparkle always finds answers to problems in her books, so I figured I could find one here, too and I'm sorry I set off alarms and disturbed your drinking and sleeping time and are you part dragon? You seem like you might be part dragon to me."
Right. Constantine was just going to look at her for a moment.
"Yeah, sweetheart. Part dragon."
What? He could be!
"Lotsa answers in books, haven't seen any with a horseshoe on it, though," he commented. "Think you can help Jon find it again?" Look, he really didn't want to back in right now unless he had to. And if Collections hadn't eaten Jono yet, it wasn't likely to do so now.
"Which - hey, Jon. Shelve these for me, yeah? Just don't read them too closely."
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Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 02:28 am (UTC)Sure, that realization could have come when she was quizzing them on the names of her friends and they absolutely refused to call Derek anything other than "the grumpy one", but Pinkie had never been the brightest crayon in the chandelier.
And honestly, she wasn't super great at problem solving, either. Which would be why she was reacting to her plan turning into the probable destruction of Fandom in the quest for fun by slumping in an exaggerated puddle on a bench in the corner of the park, clutching a sad, deflated balloon and moaning intermittently.
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 02:54 am (UTC)//Ah,// he noted, making his way from the pathway to the bench, setting his bag of bread crumbs down nearby and crouching forward to try to meet her eye. //You're not the same as the rest, are you?//
He was a real observant one, that Jono.
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 03:03 am (UTC)See above, re: drawing utensils and ceiling-based light fixtures.
"We're supposed to be all identical but I don't feel very identical and I'm pretty sure I'm ruining everything and that it's my fault!"
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 03:12 am (UTC)This was Jono being helpful. Honest.
//If you don't feel identical, maybe that's a good thing, luv. Means you're the only you in a sea of... other ponies who look a great deal like you, but who seem to be raising cain around the island.//
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 03:15 am (UTC)Speaking of Cain...A tall-yet-hunched-over, slightly smoldering figure in a cape and crazy hat suddenly ran past, trying to get into the shade of a nearby tree.
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 03:25 am (UTC)"That's probably somepony whose day I ruined, too."
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Date: 2014-06-30 03:29 am (UTC)Not actually helping, Jon.
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 03:37 am (UTC)He whipped the hat off his head and into his cape instantly. "Jonothon. Good evening. And to y... YOU!!!" His eyes widened at the sight of Pinkie and he took a step backwards. Into the sunlight.
"Ow ow ow ow ow!"
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 03:41 am (UTC)Well, maybe that would at least help put out poor Drac's fires?
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 04:53 pm (UTC)"Stop making the pony cry," he ground out, unable to keep from--ugh--doing the right thing.
Re: Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up?
Date: 2014-06-30 05:00 pm (UTC)A beat.
//She's pretty convinced she's managed to bring about some manner of ponypocalypse, I think.//
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Date: 2014-06-30 02:30 am (UTC)She was very good at dramatic stances. Right up until the moment she destroyed it by putting on gag glasses or bursting into giggles.
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Date: 2014-06-30 03:30 am (UTC)Drac was a master of dramatic entrances and stances, himself... just apparently of a different style. He glided through the doors, his cape wrapped tightly around his erect and haughty figure.
Please ignore any headwear.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 12:00 pm (UTC)//It was certainly striking, at least,// Jono replied, slipping into the room with his hands in his pockets and a decidedly more relaxed posture about him. Not that he intended to ruin all of the drama, of course, but he tended to save his gesturing for far more catastrophic situations.
Anyway, it wasn't as though the books would take him seriously if he had struck a pose too. He used to work here, after all. They knew better.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 04:54 pm (UTC)You guys knew nothing about making an entrance. Flips were necessary! FLIPS!
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 05:47 pm (UTC)Not finding any, she figured they should get back to business. "I came in like that," she said, "And I said 'Helloooooooooooooo!' and then those doors opened up." She pointed to the Special Collections. "So I went in to look, and I found the spell."
Because why wouldn't she wander into the creepy section of the library that just happened to open up creepily just when she was nearby? Come on, now.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 05:50 pm (UTC)"Closed for inventory!" Constantine bellowed as he stomped out of his office, a pile of books whose writing seemed to... move? ... in his arms. "Didn't you people read the bloody sign on the bloody front door?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 06:40 pm (UTC)Seemed like the place to start, at least.
//It's shaping up to be a Special Collections sort of mess, I'm afraid. Not a disaster, but...//
Well, a bit of a disaster, actually.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 06:44 pm (UTC)"Unless you want to deal with it."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 06:46 pm (UTC)She didn't do things halfway, okay?
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 11:28 pm (UTC)"Spell books. Why are spell books kept in a school library?"
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Date: 2014-06-30 11:34 pm (UTC)Drac arched an eyebrow. "He's the librarian?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 02:57 am (UTC)He just raised an eyebrow at the rest of it. "Oi, Pink...lass." He was not calling her Pinkie Pie. He was not. It was below his British dignity. "So you're the one who cause a screaming alarm in my bloody apartment while I was sleeping one off. This would be why I'm doing inventory of the more dangerous stuff instead of drinking in my office."
John Constantine: Human Disaster, Not A Role Model. Just be glad he's not teaching this term.
He shifted his books to one arm so he could stub out his nicotine fix on his other hand. "Right then, back in you go, WITH Jon because like hell you're going unsupervised, and I've still got some Collections books in my office that I can't leave unguarded. Unless you read the spell out of something written in R'lyeh Glyphs... then that's in my office right now."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 03:12 am (UTC)Pinkie Pie: master of staying on track.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 03:32 am (UTC)"Yeah, sweetheart. Part dragon."
What? He could be!
"Lotsa answers in books, haven't seen any with a horseshoe on it, though," he commented. "Think you can help Jon find it again?" Look, he really didn't want to back in right now unless he had to. And if Collections hadn't eaten Jono yet, it wasn't likely to do so now.
"Which - hey, Jon. Shelve these for me, yeah? Just don't read them too closely."
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