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itsjustagamerp2013-03-09 09:42 pm
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Turn the Volume Down
Characters: Pinkie Pie, likely the mirrored Mads, anyone on the SoL
Content: Pinkie arrives in space once more, with a plan and a party cannon.
Location: Satellite of Love
Time of Day: Evening
Warnings: None...?
The ride up into space had been the. Best. Possible. THING!
Sure, the takeoff had been a little bouncy, but Pinkie liked bouncy! She was just sorry there wasn't a window in her little hiding spot. Obviously there couldn't have been, or else the whole secret part of the mission would've been over pretty fast, but she'd have liked to see what it was like flying into space. She'd never even really been able to see Earth itself up close!
At least she got to content herself with playing Super Secret Spy Mission. Only this time she wasn't playing - she kinda was a Super Secret Spy! One with a Super Secret Machine, even! And her party cannon. That machine wasn't a secret; she was pretty sure everyone knew about it already. The mare curled up in her little space, one hoof idly playing with the cannon's fuse as they drifted, until a series of bumps and noises made her prick her ears. Oooh, had they gotten to the Satellite already? "Okay, Mini-Cannon," she whispered, puling it around to face the door and crouching beside it like a cat about to pounce. "Get ready!"
Content: Pinkie arrives in space once more, with a plan and a party cannon.
Location: Satellite of Love
Time of Day: Evening
Warnings: None...?
The ride up into space had been the. Best. Possible. THING!
Sure, the takeoff had been a little bouncy, but Pinkie liked bouncy! She was just sorry there wasn't a window in her little hiding spot. Obviously there couldn't have been, or else the whole secret part of the mission would've been over pretty fast, but she'd have liked to see what it was like flying into space. She'd never even really been able to see Earth itself up close!
At least she got to content herself with playing Super Secret Spy Mission. Only this time she wasn't playing - she kinda was a Super Secret Spy! One with a Super Secret Machine, even! And her party cannon. That machine wasn't a secret; she was pretty sure everyone knew about it already. The mare curled up in her little space, one hoof idly playing with the cannon's fuse as they drifted, until a series of bumps and noises made her prick her ears. Oooh, had they gotten to the Satellite already? "Okay, Mini-Cannon," she whispered, puling it around to face the door and crouching beside it like a cat about to pounce. "Get ready!"
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But if that was the case, then it would probably be better for him to get the brunt of it first. Dr. F would certainly appreciate his willingness to volunteer for awful experiments first, and maybe even carry him into the theater again!
He approached the smoking device cautiously, wishing he'd brought his trusty poking stick to poke at it. "Well this sure is...a big metal...thingiemajigger!"
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...though, of course, that usually worked better when you sent somepony to bring the special guest into the party. Really, as parties went, this could've been a little better planned. So when Pinkie heard Frank's voice, even though she didn't really know if Dr. Forrester or anyone else was there, she figured that was good enough.
"SURPRIIIIIIIIISE!" The door to the compartment burst open with a burst of confetti and pony. "Frank! Hi, Frank! Guess what! We snuck me up to the Satellite and I brought a care package and a big cake AND a party cannon just for you!" Bracing her hooves, she leapt out and flung her forelegs around Frank's neck with a squeal of glee. "Isn't this AWESOME? We're gonna have the best party in the history of EVER!"
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He yelled in surprise as the pink pony suddenly burst out of the compartment, throwing confetti and sparkles everywhere. Frank didn't even have time to dodge before the ponyterror pretty much latched around his neck. He proceeded to start running around and screaming as if a facehugger had just attached itself to him.
"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaahhhhh!"
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Pinkie flung her forehooves into the air, enjoying the ride. Unfortunately, this caused her to slide down a little, until she caught herself by wrapping her hind legs around his middle. "I KNOW, RIGHT? BEST THING EVER! Hey, hey, where's Dr. F at? He's totally gotta get in on this!" She would've jumped down to go look for him herself, but Frank seemed to be having so much fun with the ponyback ride!
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"No! SCARIEST THING ever! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Mommyyyyyyyy! DON'T LOOK AT MEEE!"
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She finally dropped away from him, hopping back over to the capsule to rummage around in it. "Look, I even brought up your care package, see?" Grinning, she dragged out a small festively-wrapped box, the red ribbon clamped between her teeth. "I put most of the cake mix in the cannon, but there's still some cupcakes in here! And milk! And little whistly-spinny party favor things!"
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Frank stopped his running and flailing long enough to realize that this Pinkie was being a lot nicer than normal. Having her finally let go gave him a lot more room to stagger around and regain his sense of balance. "But sheesh...don't do that!"
He ventured a little closer when Pinkie brought out a box. It was so nicely wrapped! And smelled like cupcakes! All that fright started to vanish at the thought of sweet treats. Those were hard enough to get up here.
"Ooooooh! Can I have one?"
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She ducked down again and brought out the machine thingy. "And here's this! We've gotta hook this into the main power grid eventually, so we can go back to our right universe. But we can worry about that later!"
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Frank took up a scrumptious-looking cupcake, and prepared to take a bite out of it.
It was then that Dr. F finally wandered down to the launch deck to see what all of the ruckus was about. And the first thing he happened to see was Frank about to take a bite of a mysterious cupcake, with that mean pony that sent them baked bads nearby! Frank was obviously falling for one of their traps again!
Dr. F launched himself towards his riffing partner in an overly dramatic fashion, hand outstretched. "FRANK! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
--And then attempted to swat the cupcake out of Frank's hand upon reaching him.
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Pinkie set Gypsy's ion-thingy down by the party cannon and beamed. At least, until Doctor Forrester came in.
"FRANK'S CUPCAKE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Pinkie launched herself forward in turn as the cupcake flew, flipping in midair to catch it in her forehooves. She slid a few more feet on her back against the metal floor, before slowly coming to a halt. The mare sat up quickly, holding the pastry up to her face and squinting critically at it. "I thiiiiiiiink...
...YES! IT'S OKAY! IT PULLED THROUGH!" She popped up onto her hind legs, hoofpumping in the air. "Wow-wee, that was a close one! You don't ever wanna get cream cheese frosting on these floors, it tastes all metallic and weird after!"
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"No kidding! You get anything cream-based on these floors, and it's never the same again, no sir!" Frank said as if he knew exactly what Pinkie was supposed to be talking about.
"Oh, is that so? Well that's a relief," Dr. F agreed. And then he stopped to think about this some more. "...Wait um. Why are we relieved again?"
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The mare turned and retrieved the party cannon, pushing it ahead of her with Gypsy's machine carefully balanced on its barrel. "And we've gotta get this thingy some power! I figured you'd probably know where that is, Dr. F!"
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Dr. F seemed to have forgotten all about the worries of potential sabotage or bad experiments from the Deep 13 evil people in light of the idea of a care package and a party. “Ahh yes, on this Satellite we have many of the same things as you do! Your...cafeteria deck! Your...recreational facilities! Your...automatic pillow-fluffers of Zorgron Five!” The good doctor seemed terribly pleased about getting to explain these technical differences to the new arrival. “So, yes, it is still this way.”
Unfortunately, Dr. F also didn’t seem quite as science-knowledgeable in this universe as he was in his normal one. Or at least as knowledgeable on where everything was. “Well, I have soooome idea of where a big power-thingy is...”
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She vaulted over the cannon, tugging it along by its string as she broke into a full-fledged gallop down the corridor. "That's okay!" she called back over her shoulder. "We'll just stick it in places with wires until it starts lighting up!"
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“Well, there’s wires sticking out of this one socket on the cafeteria deck...but I don’t think that’s exactly what you’re looking for!” Dr. F mused. Come to think of it, there were a whole lot of wires sticking out of places here. Maybe they should get a contractor up here sometime to look at that stuff and make sure it was safe.