1st. Scrap Book (Action)

[maybelle]

[Is sure is spooky huh Ponyville? With all this fog everywhere, nopony in their right mind would be out in the middle of town; in fact virtually nopony is. Who knows what dark and evil creature might be lurking behind these mists, just waiting for some unsuspecting pony to devour and spit out their bones.

It's quiet, with nothing but the eerie silence to keep you company, but in an instant if you listen closely that silence is shattered with what seems to be tiny hoof steps. You might notice a figure in the fog walking as if there's nothing unusual going on, with another slightly shorter figure right next to it. It turns and looks to be looking at window and suddenly a scream.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-OHMYGOSH! I'm a tiny horse! That's soooooooo adorable. I mean I've seen some weirdo magicy stuff in town before, but this is by far the most adorable!

[she turns to a pig in a sweater.]

What do ya think Dipper turned into? I bet it was teeny tiny lamb.

[The pig snorts]

Hey, if you can work with hooves and your mouth then so can I! Speaking of I wonder if there's anyone else here? HELLO! ANYONE HOOOOOOOOOOME!?

Comments

[mechmadeoflove]

Yeah, about the whole Yogsothwhatever thing. That fog? Not natural. Not even by the standards of this place. Right now it's crawling with Shadows and it's not safe.

I can get you and your... pig... to shelter with hot food, but we can't fight Shadows. Not as we are right now.

[maybelle]

Well duh. Of course the fog isn't natural, this whole place is magic; I gathered that much.

[Mabel's no stranger to magic, the good and evil kind.]

Shadows? Now I know you're all being paranoid. But it's nice for you to offer, and it'd be rude to refuse hospitality like that, isn't that right Waddles?

[He responds by rolling around in the dirt.]

[mechmadeoflove]

[He shrugs, meeting the golden eyes from the shadows briefly before putting them back on Mabel's face with some concern.]

It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you and to be fair, I didn't name the damn things. Take it up with Carl Jung.

Anyway. Let's go. My name is Joshua, what's yours?

[maybelle]

[ To her shadows are shadows. Maybe you would have a better luck at convincing her of danger if you called them 'ghosts' or 'demons' or something Joshua.]

My name's Mabel; Mabel Pines. And this lil' cutie is Waddles, say hi Waddles.

[Snort]