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Pinkie opened her office this morning only to be blown back a few steps by a colony of bats coming swarming out.

Okay, so maybe she hadn't used her office in a little while.

Everything seemed to be in order once the bats were gone. There was her stash of spare helium tanks, and the box of miscellaneous props, and even her pony-sized keyboard, all set up just the way she'd left them.

It was almost perfect for greeting her students' parents. It just needed one more thing.

She set off the party canon, firing perfectly placed streamers, table clothes, and festive hats, and even a three tiered pink and blue cake frosted to look like a multi-leveled carousel.

There. Now it was perfect.

[ooc: should anyone want to meet the pink pony]

Pinkie was in an almost disgustingly good mood, today. She'd just gotten back to Fandom that morning after spending Spring Break back home in Ponyville, where she hadn't been since she'd started teaching last summer. They'd done so much! They'd all gotten dressed up and gone to the Grand Galloping Gala which sooooo wasn't all it was cracked up to be and even Princess Celestia thought so and then they'd had to defeat the evil agent of chaos, Discord, and then they'd had all kinds of other adventures, including teaching Rainbow Dash to read and finding her a pet and chasing Applejack through the wild west after she broke her Pinkie promise and meeting the Cakes' new twins and becoming super heroes and getting to do a Hearth's Warming Eve pageant and even a Hearts and Hooves Day party.

Why, it was almost like she'd been gone for half a season year instead of just a week!

Now that she was back, she was positively brimming with ideas for her class. There were so many friendship lessons to share! She was dancing away on her ponyboard, trying to type them all up, and only occasionally getting distracted by all the fun kinds of cupcakes people had posted about on Pinterest while she was gone.

[ooc: wheeeee off screen canon catchup. 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!

Pinkie was humming as she sorted out her plans for tomorrow's class. She'd be singing, but her mouth was full.

Of rubber chicken.

It's usually best not to ask.

[ooc: open!]

The letter Petra had helped her type last week had worked! At least, Pinkie assumed it had, as she came into her office to find a giant keyboard taking up about half the floor space of her office. The giant keys were a perfect fit for her hooves, and the best part was, typing on it was almost like dancing.

So, naturally, Pinkie was making up a little song as she typed.

( Yeah, that's right, I wrote a SONG. )

By the end of the song, Pinkie was panting. "Wow," she gasped. "It takes a lot of lyrics to talk to all my friends!" She hopped off the pony board and went to go look at her message on the computer monitor.

Yp z[tomvrdd Vr;rdyos smf s;; ,u gtormfd.
zo jp[r yjod gomfd upi er;;. . . .

"This would be way easier if I knew what all these squigglies they use here mean.* Well, I'm sure Twilight will be able to translate it!"

* Equestria's written language was mostly made up of pictograms.

[ooc: Open!]

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.]

To commemorate the end of her first week in Fandom and a successful first party class, Pinkie had decided to write to her friends back in Equestria. It couldn't be that hard, right? Twilight Sparkle wrote to Princess Celestia about everything she learned all the time.

Of course, Twilight Sparkle was a studious unicorn. Pinkie was . . . Pinkie.

Without a baby dragon around to take dictation or any magical powers with which to manipulate the pen, Pinkie was forced to write with her mouth. This made it rather difficult, since being a children's television character, she also felt compelled to speak aloud as she wrote. Which might explain why her letter so far included only the introduction, and went like this:

Beer Twifi Spackle, Ainboo Bash, Footerfee, Rerertih am App'ag, am affoo Pimfest Felestee am Fpige,

Ooo rr ooo? Ahm affin a greep paim!

This might go better if she weren't trying to spell out the sounds she was making trying to speak out loud.

[ooc: IDEK. Open!]