mylittlejamjar | 39th Lance ↟ | Pool Party Planning [Visual/Action, Privated from Morgan, Backdated to before event]

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39th Lance ↟ | Pool Party Planning [Visual/Action, Privated from Morgan, Backdated to before event]

[Not long before several of the offworlders get sucked iinto an epictaking place in the distant past, some in the Commune might have noticed some meetings between a certain blue Commune leader and what looked to be construction workers. Most of the time, they seemed amicable, but once or twice, there was some clearly deep discussion, both sides waving hooves in grand gestures, indicating something foreign to anyone not privy to the conversation.

It's after one of these talks, that Nephenee shows up on the scrolls, sweaty and a bit disheveled, but no more so than usual during the summer. The Sentinel peers about for a moment to be sure somepony isn't around, before addressing everyone else, voice a bit hushed.]

Hey folks, Ah wanted to let y'all know somethin', an' ask a favor o'few.

So, Morgan's birthday's comin' up the 29th, an' Ah really wanna have a nice party for him, an' everypony's invited! In fact, it's a pool party! Ah mean what better way to spend time when it's gettin' to be the hottest part o'the year?

Ah gotta few ideas, but Ah've never thrown a pool party before, an' wanted see 'bout gettin' some ideas...mean, what's normally at a pool party?

Second, Ah've been workin' to get the pool for the house, since that's..kinda the big present, an' even managed to haggle for one for the Commune, too, but...we ran into a problem. Namely, since it's a surprise, Ah'm..kinda at a loss for figurin' how we hide the enclosures.

[Her expression looks very confused now.]

Mean. how do ya hide a buildin'? So...Ah need ideas on how to either hide it somehow as it's gettin' built, or, probably a better idea, distract him long enough for a bunch o'us to do it, an' hide it til he gets back or whatever. Ah'd probably be better at figurin' this out myself, but... [She holds up some theoretical magic homework.] Ah think this done fried my brain.

Also, if folks would like, Ah could use some help settin' up for the party, too. Like...Miss Pinkie, Miss Mina, would y'all be willin' to help me with the cake? Ah gotta idea for one, but...don't really know how to do it. Y'all are the best party planners around, though!

If..anyone else got any ideas, Ah'd be all for 'em!

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[Action to Minato and Shinji]

[It's a lovely, if hot, day in the area surrounding Ponyville; the sky is clear thanks to the weather ponies, aside from those being used, but that leaves a problem. Namely, that due to the heat, the crops dry quicker, so the ponies have been having to work a bit harder to keep them up. Nephenee might have ~~suckered~~ ~~bribed~~ politely asked several pegasi out in order to keep their losses down, one of which was one of her brothers here. She didn't know he might bring help, but she certainly wouldn't turn it down, either.

The air is full of various farm related noises as Minato and Shinjiro approach the farm proper, animals calling and ponies planning and pouncing on clouds with a poing! Well, mostly just one doing that at the moment, as she tried to coax a particularly stubborn cloud to release its water.]

Oh, if ya ain't the most ornery cloud..!

[She looks rather silly glaring down at the cloud as she bounces determinedly on the sky fluff.]

Ciri, Ah be needin' that water yesterday!

[..Of course it has a punny cloud name. Well, care to approach the cloud wrangler?]

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Is that what you've been doing all week? [Color Donna impressed that Neph has managed to keep that quiet this long.] Okay, first things first for your party, yeah? Volleyball net and a blow-up ball. Also, rafts to laze around on. Definitely need to do some sort of barbeque and a wet t-shirt contest!

[Wait. That doesn't... quite work for ponies.]

Or a... wet mane styling contest? As for hiding it... put up a sign that says it's a temporary building for one of Don's explosive experiments. Reckon that ought to keep everyone away.

[Hmm...he's not likely to notice it anyway, but it's all on the off-chance he does...plus, she's the sort to cover her rump regardless. It seems like a good plan, and could work with Pollo's actually.]

That an' schoolin'. But hey, thet's a good idea! An' maybe Ah can use Sir Pollo's idea to hide the stuff outside!

All them ideas sound real good, Miss Donna, 'specially the volleyball - he likes playin' that a lot!

[One of her perked ears folds down slightly while she tilts her head, however. What is Donna talking about?]

But uh...what's a wet t-shirt contest?

[Hoo boy...]

[Oh, Neph. Don't make her break you. Donna suppresses an amused smile, though that's not entirely possible.]

What's it sound like, Neph? People, human people, put on white t-shirts - just t-shirts and swim suits - get hosed down and judges decide who looks the best. It's like a beauty contest.

[She'll let that sink into Neph's head as a visual and wait for things to click.]

...

[The gears and hamster wheels are spinning in there, Donna. Standby for results...]

[And after what seems much longer than it actually takes, the hamster slies off the wheel thataway, if the wide-eyed, crimson look she has as her forelegs snap to covering her torso is any indication, along with lots of sputtering.]

[Neph, you're a pony, nothing to see there. ~~Some rude men and women might have argued there wasn't much there as a human, but her husband certainly didn't complain.~~]

M-M-

M-Miss Donna! Ah...Ah wouldn't have one o'th-them contests at a p-party! 'Sp-specially not his!

S-sides, Ah'm the only girl who gets t-

[Aaand have a hoof coming in from off-scroll to silence her before she gets too far in that statement. Once she's stopped talking, Minato leans in.]

-Let's just not have a wet t-shirt contest for a married man.

LOOKING IS FREE, DAMN IT!

[WAIT WHAT WHERE DID YOU COME FROM MORGAN]

[Dropping the scroll in shock with a squeak, Nephenee speeds off to the room he just yelled that from, narrowly avoiding slamming into a doorframe as she screeches to a halt.]

H-hi, dear! W-when did ya get here?? H-how much o'that did ya hear???

[Because that's not suspicious in the LEAST.]

[Whiiich leaves Minato with Donna and the scroll.]

She'll, uh, be right back.

[Well, this is a little bit more awkward than Donna was expecting.]

So. No wet t-shirt contests. Think that's probably for the best. You've got to admit that was funny, though, yeah?

[It occurs to Neph after a bit that she...kinda dropped her scroll, and left people on it...oops. Grinning sheepishly, she comes back over.]

S-sorry 'bout that...

[Nope, she didn't hear any of what was said.]

Hey there, flutterfeathers. [She's going to tease just a bit.] Sorry about that. I think this is going to be a great party, though. One other thing you might do is set up a little field for horseshoes. The game you play with them, I mean.

F-flutterfeathers?

[There's no small amount of pink in her cheeks, even as she's distracted by talk of the game.]

Oh, that's the one where ya try to ring the stake with 'em, right? Or at least get real close?

[Flutterfeathers. Fluttering about like that.]

That's the one! Don't suppose you're much good at it?

[Morgan reaches out and tugs her in for a quick kiss.]

I was just dropping some stuff off and heading back out to the dojo when I heard Minato vetoing wet T-shirt contests for me. Why, something going on?

Uh, naw! We're jus' t-talkin' stuff done in the summer, is all...Miss Donna was teasin' me w-with the idea o'it...an'..she, uh, kinda had to explain it...

[TO BE FAIR, she isn't lying. What they're talking about is things done in summertime...just around his birthday, in this context!]

Man, I'd settle for you in a wet T-shirt... although I like it even better without the T-shirt involved... [Morgan's thoughts run down a delicious path to the only logical conclusion possible.]

Hey, I can cut five minutes out of my schedule, wanna take a really quick shower?

W-wouldn't do much right now, s-silly.

[Her mind knows where that path is going, of course, and the shade of her cheeks deepens. But she does look around for a second.]

...O-only a few minutes, yeah...Minato an' Sir Shinjiro are still here, after all.

[Luckily they're outside at the moment, but...caution and all that.]

Well, a few minutes by THEIR clock.

[And Morgan ducks his head as he scrambles towards the bathroom, weaving the magics of Time and Forces around them.]

H-hey! Wait for me!

[And she scampers after him, snapping at his tail with her teeth while giggling, more than happy to take 'a few minutes' out of the day to have some alone time with her dear, dorky husband, before they return to work.]

You've got some kind of band, right? Play over the water. And don't skimp on the snacks.

We'll have music, sure! Don't worry 'bout there bein' a shortage o'snacks, though...

Heck, ya seen the way he eats? Or Ah eat, for that matter? We hafta have a bunch, or even the two o'us would go hungry!

[Minato's always willing to help out, especially when the person asking is next to family. He didn't come alone, though- he figured Shinjiro could use some time outside for once. Shinji might not be a pegasus, but there was still plenty he could do. Plus, it would be a good excuse to try and get Castor to start cooperating.]

Yo, Neph! We're here!

[Well, this is...different.

Shinjiro follows his field leader to a nearby farm. Of course, he doesn't miss all the adorable animals' chatter when they arrive. He does his best to keep composed though; they're here to help one of Arisato's friends.]

[The poinging pelorus pony stops bouncing on the stubborn cloud when she hears her name, and looks down at the two of them, before her slight grumpiness evaporates, replaced by a smile.]

Hiya, bro! Thanks for comin' to help out!

[Flipping off the cloud and landing on all fours, the mare grins at Minato, then Shinjiro.]

Oh! Are ya the friend that came here recently from Minato's world?

[He nods, a little perplexed by what she's doing.]

You sure you want me helpin' with this?

[While he's not sure how he can help with the clouds and such, he's more concerned his persona might ruin things.]

Yeah, this is Shinjiro. Shinji, this is Nephenee, who's more or less my sister at this point.

There's a lot more than the clouds that need work, I'm guessing.

Let me eat it.

Uh...eat what?

[She's afraid to ask.]

The pool, naturally.

Ah dunno if that'd be real healthy...Ah mean, it's a saltwater one, ya probably would go over your salt intake for the day. We don't want ya to get sick!

Probably wouldn't taste no good, neither.

[Neph sticks out her tongue, just imagining that. Yuck!]

As long as it isn't full of dark magic, I HIGHLY doubt I'd get sick.

...incidentally, have you considered filing it with dark magic?

..Naw, Ah haven't. It don't sound real healthy.

Ah mean, how would ya even fill it with dark magic??

I don't know, a pitcher?

But...can dark magic take a form that ya can put in a pitcher? Ah mean...back in Tellius Ah know there was powders that had magic in 'em...guess ya could do that?

...Now Ah'm jus' imaginin' a pool full o'dark, purple-ish glowy shadowy stuff...

Well, you SAW that stuff that came out of that one amulet, didn't you? It was mostly vaporous, but I'm sure I could work something out...

Oh...I've never worked with illusions on that scale myself, but I wouldn't mind looking at the theory.

Oh, sure! What's your idea?

You could try throwing a tarp over it!

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