Office hours, Wednesday morning
Nov. 23rd, 2011 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
locointhecocoPinkie was pacing back and forth in her office. It wasn't something she usually did -- usually it was more like bouncing -- but then, these weren't your usual circumstances.
Communication with Equestria wasn't the easiest thing to do when one didn't have a baby dragon to express mail scrolls, but communication from Equestria wasn't usually a problem.
And Pinkie hadn't heard from any of her friends in more than a week.
With most of them, she'd just assume they were busy. But Twilight sent a scroll at the same time every week, on the dot, if not early, and this time, it was several days late. Combine that with the ominous news broadcasts. . . .
Well, it was a hard time to be an excitable pink pony. Her eyes were bugging out and everything!
Communication with Equestria wasn't the easiest thing to do when one didn't have a baby dragon to express mail scrolls, but communication from Equestria wasn't usually a problem.
And Pinkie hadn't heard from any of her friends in more than a week.
With most of them, she'd just assume they were busy. But Twilight sent a scroll at the same time every week, on the dot, if not early, and this time, it was several days late. Combine that with the ominous news broadcasts. . . .
Well, it was a hard time to be an excitable pink pony. Her eyes were bugging out and everything!
