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"Wow, HI! You've reached Pinkie, which is hopefully who you were trying to reach because if it's not who you're trying to reach you've REACHED THE WRONG PONY! And then I just don't know what you're going to do other than maybe try again and this time be very careful about who you're contacting. But if you did want to reach Pinkie, you've reached me! Or at least you will if you leave me a nice little message.

"Bye!"

*beep*

Pinkie had not slept well. She had not slept well at all. For one thing, there were all those nightmares about horses drowning, and Princess Luna didn't even show up to give her a pep-talk in the middle! Secondly, she kept coughing. She hoped she wasn't coming down with a cold. And then there was the eerie singing. And when she did a 3 AM photo shoot with Gummy to cheer herself up, none of the pictures came out right! Oh, sure, Gummy looked great, but it didn't matter which Instagram filter she used, Pinkie's face in them always came out warped and weird. It was all since that weird voicemail she'd received after she went to see that funny little movie yesterday. But that call was just a friendly little girl reminding her how many days were in a week, right?

The best way to deal with fear and stress was to make it fun! She was having a little bit of trouble just outright laughing at her fears -- those poor horses! -- so she was working on a song about it. It wasn't very melodic, and it was starting to fill up with hyperbolic terror, but dammit, singing was fun.

[ooc: for, er, me.]

An exhausted pink pony stood on a street corner not far from the docks, relaxing against a lamp post and enjoying the relatively cool night air. It'd been kind of a long day, and she was actually looking forward to spending tomorrow doing something nice, calm, and quiet.

An exhausted pink pony trotted down the street, whistling a soft, relieved tune. It'd been kind of a long day, and she was actually looking forward to spending tomorrow doing something nice, calm, and quiet.

Then she froze in her tracks, blinked twice, and trotted backwards to where the other pink pony was leaning.

"Hang on," said the second pony. "We reversed the spell! What are you doing here?!"

The first pony straightened from her lean and sheepishly shifted back into a blue scaled teenager with red hair. ". . . you never saw me," she said.

The pony that was still a pony tilted her head, then shrugged. "Okidokiloki!" She trotted off, leaving the blue girl to realize that she'd missed the last ferry back to the temporary student residences.

Oops.

[ooc: aheheh. I couldn't resist. And the Pinkies are now officially done. Thanks folks! Hope you had as much fun as I did!]

Pinkie Pie had spent a perfectly lovely Friday out on the preserve with several of her teal deer friends (they were such good listeners!), only managing to realize when she heard explosions and saw fireworks high up in the sky that it was a human holiday, and there was a big party going on that she'd missed completely.

This just wouldn't do. It wouldn't do!

Whenever there was a big problem in Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle's library always held clues to the answer. So it was only natural for Pinkie to go looking for a solution to her problem -- how could she have fun with the deer and with the humans at the same time? What if Derek wanted to plan classes then, too? There were so many fun things to do at once! She couldn't handle it! -- in the library.

She was just wondering where the heck she was supposed to start looking -- Twilight usually handled those sorts of details -- when the interesting looking locked doors to Special Collections blew open with a mysterious sigh of wind. Pinkie's ears perked up, and she went trotting on through. Deus ex machina was a perfectly legitimate force in her universe. She was not about to turn down an invitation like that. She wasn't even especially concerned about the doors closing again behind her.

The library was quiet again for several minutes. Then the doors to Special Collections burst open once more and out came Pinkie, bouncing excitedly. And Pinkie, bouncing excitedly. And Pinkie. And Pinkie. And several dozen more of Pinkie. All bouncing. All excited. All determined to go out into Fandom and find all the fun they could.

They were trailed by one final Pinkie, moving at a much slower pace, her eyes wide and faintly worried. "Girls!" she called. "Other mes! Wait up!"

This . . . had maybe been a mistake. Ah well. At least they'd all have fun?

[ooc: and the Pinkievasion begins. Mwahahahahahahahaha. Establishing post.]

Pinkie had spent all day -- barring her class, of course -- getting the mansion ready for the Halloween party. If anyone had any protests over her rather liberal use of black and orange balloons, streamers, party hats, table cloths, and confetti, she wasn't hearing them over the noise of her party cannon.

Kitty made a fantastic party helper, at least, helping rearrange what little furniture was already set up (so that's what hands were for!) and doing the many things that even the party cannon couldn't do (such as keep Pinkie from eating all the snacks before the party could even start).

Then, at last, it was time to get into costume. Pinkie had promised to show Kitty just what Nightmare Night was all about, and her Nightmare Moon costume delivered in spades, if she did say so herself. Sure, the glowing contact lenses were uncomfortable, and the black make-up was going to be rather difficult to get out of her coat later, but she was rocking those plastic fangs.

[ooc: All and sundry are invited to party! Handwave your invitations at will. Mansion and Kitty modded with permission]

Pinkie Pie awoke to find a toothless baby alligator with enormous purple eyes staring her in the face.

"Good morning," it said.

Pinkie gasped in delight. "GUMMY!" she shrieked. "YOU CAN TALK!"

The alligator gave a long suffering sigh. "Well, no, he can't." It gestured to the side, where the other toothless baby alligator with enormous purple eyes was attempting to eat Pinkie's bed skirt.

"Gummy!" Pinkie cried. "You MULTIPLIED."

"That's not it, either. I'm a daemon."

And then Pinkie was screaming and darting around the apartment, hooves clattering about.

"Stop panicking," the alligator said. "It's not nearly as much fun for everypony else. I'm a daemon, not a demon."

Pinkie stopped mid-panic. "Oh! Okay, then. I'm Pinkie Pie!"

"Yes, I know." The alligator blinked slowly and unevenly but with great dignity. "I'm Stinky Pie. Your daemon."

This called for a party.

Pinkamena Diane Pie had been up since bright and early that morning, trying to get prepared. It seemed like all her cupcake making supplies had gone AWOL, including her special dress! That just wouldn't do at all. Now she was going to have to start over.

She couldn't even find her lottery system. Oh well. She was in Fandom, not Ponyville, so she'd have had to start that all over too. She'd just have to improvise until she got a new one set up. She knew she'd have to be patient, but she just wanted some cupcakes so badly today. It wouldn't hurt just to make a few batches, right?

Right. She pulled on her saddlebags, wondering where on the island she could pick up the first ingredient. Hm, that busted up chair leg would do in a pinch.

"Lalalalala," she sang to herself as she busted up the chair. "Cupcakes, cupcakes, cupcakes!"

[ooc: establishy. Pinkie has turned into Pinkamena Diane Pie, of the infamous MLP fanfic "Cupcakes". For more information, see Know Your Meme. Warning: further Pinkie posts will involve dark and potentially violent imagery, and may be dangerous to your characters' health.

When MLP fandom goes dark, it goes dark, yo.]

Pinkie had actually been singing continuously since she'd gotten out of bed that morning.

Which, admittedly, was odd even for her.

Nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan. . . .

[ooc: Yep. Open!]

Pinkie was hard at work in her office today. She had a stack of t-shirts set up on one side of her desk, and a stack of papers bearing print-outs of her students' Danger-Shop-created cutie marks on the other. And an iron in her mouth.

Rarity wasn't around to help her create something extra special for her students, but Pinkie was at least coordinated enough to figure out how to use iron-on transfers.

[ooc: up now for great remembering to post this. I'll be online more tomorrow afternoon (EST) for any visitors!]

Pinkie 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!