Weekend Entertainment: Test Drive Meme!

[havetubawilltravel]

It's an app_this_plz weekend, so it's time to break down the walls and let in the new, the departed, and the already here with a Test Drive Meme!

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Like This!

[havetubawilltravel]

Sometimes there a ponies.

Sometimes there are cakes.

Sometimes there are pink ponies with cakes too huge NOT to be shared!

Come take some of it off Pinkie's hooves, before she eats herself green!

Re: Like This!

[aintwortha]

Sometimes, there are tiny little boys.

He's got a lot more meat on his bones than this time last year, but he's still absolutely tiny, for someone who's pretty sure he's 5 years old.

Could it be his birthday? Maybe. Given he has no idea when his birthday is, it's always possible.

Is he looking at that cake like it is manna from heaven? Yes. Absolutely.

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[havetubawilltravel]

Tiny little boys are more than welcome to grab a snack - and Pinkie's always been the giving type.

"Hi!" She pushes a full plate toward him. "Aww, you look really hungry! You can have aaannnything you wanna!"

[aintwortha]

"I'm not that hungry." Indeed, he's not, he ate earlier today. And yesterday. And the day before that. Compared to what he was living on, that's heaven.

But, that won't stop him eating right now, because, whatever he may say, he is hungry. Growing boys need their food. But, as much as he may be getting relatively large amounts of food now, the earlier days of hunger have left their mark and he simply doesn't have the strength to hold a plate in one hand so he can eat with the other. So, he takes a good look around, and spotting a chair he thinks he could climb up onto, begins pulling it over.

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[masterofgunfu]

Sometimes there are knights in street clothes who can't help the smile when they spot ponies with such large cakes.

"That's a mighty big cake there."

[havetubawilltravel]

"That's 'cause I told Bar I felt super hungry!" Pinkie says. "Are you super-hungry too?"

[masterofgunfu]

"Don't know that I'd call myself sugar hungry but I wouldn't turn down a piece if you're offering," the woman says with a smile. "I'm Andrea."

TOTALLY GONNA APP HER THIS TIME /determined

[testsubject1498]

If there's one thing in the world that can attract the attention of Chell, it's cake.

She's frozen, staring uncertainly at the delicious treat. Is it safe to approach? Will the floor open up and send her to Android Hell if she does? Is it filled with poison? Maybe it's an illusion, and there's really no cake there at all...

Unconsciously, she hugs her burnt Companion Cube to her chest while she considers the possibilities.

Eeee Chell <3

[havetubawilltravel]

The cake is not a lie, Chell, trust her.

She accidentally makes a great show of very, very slowly reaching for the cake before grabbing a whole slice and plunging it into her mouth. She then spots Chell and grins at her, waving a cake-covered hoof and sprinkling crumbs as she talks.

"Hi!!"

cake buddies y/y?!

[testsubject1498]

It's almost like watching something deeply sacrilegious, the way Pinkie Pie blatantly has no respect for the cake, for the kind of things people have done in the name of cake.

Maybe it's a hologram. Chell awkwardly raises a hand in a clumsy mirror of Pinkie's greeting.

Or This!

[boghadair]

If you happen to be out by the stables, you might see a red-haired girl riding a huge black stallion around the grounds. There's a bow held firmly in her left hand, a quiver-full of arrows on her back, and a steely look in her eyes. The arrows arc at regular intervals from her bow to the targets, with speed and accuracy that belies the shooter's age. It's not praise she's looking for, though she wouldn't mind a compliment or two.

It's been five hours since her mother explained that she must be betrothed, and she's going to eke every moment of freedom from the next few days as she can.

[unrepentantrogue]

Lyndon was there, admiring the horses.

And no, not thinking about stealing one: he does not believe it would be possible to take one home, since it would imply crossing the Bar proper with a very large animal in tow.

Of course, a redhead woman carrying a bow is likely to draw his attention pretty fast.

Lyndon is a man of average height and athletic build, perhaps in his 30's, sporting a carefully trimmed mustache. His hairline started receding already, but unless people have a true aversion to starting baldness, it does not detract from his charming, rugged looks.

[boghadair]

The redhead spurs her horse into a faster gallop, drawing back her bow before allowing the arrow to slip from her fingers. It hisses through the air, sinking into the center circle of the large target at the further end of the riding ring.

Only when she throws her arms in the air and whoops in victory does notice the gentleman watching her, which is enough to cause her to slow the stallion to a canter and bring him back around. She eyeballs him curiously before coming to a somewhat showy stop before him.

"And what are you looking at?"

The child has very little caution, and his form of dress is odd enough to make her suspicious.

[aintwortha]

There is a tiny boy in the bar.

When this narration says tiny, it means he looks like he must only be about three years old. Except the eyes. The eyes may be wide and staring, but they're taking everything in with careful attentiveness.

He's not doing anything. Just standing and looking around.

[masterofgunfu]

Andrea spots the little boy and her heart breaks for him and the little girl he reminds her off. For a horrible moment she's back in Texas but she shakes her head and banishes the memories.

"Hey," she says completely calm and professional, "You okay there?"

[aintwortha]

"Yes," he replies, firm and certain. Indeed he is fine, he's warm, he's dry and in no danger of starving.

"Where is this place?" He asks, to the tall lady who spoke to him. There's no need to ask what this place is, he's seen the inside of enough bars in his time, to work that out.

[masterofgunfu]

There's a short woman attacking a stack of pancakes that are just about as tall as she is.

Om nom nom.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

There is an adorable little angel boy out back shooting things in rapid succession with a bow!

That he then breaks into two pieces to attack things in close contact!

And then he puts it back together and it's a bow again!

PRACTICING IS AWESOME

[masterofgunfu]

That is very interesting and has attracted the notice of a knight in street clothes who is more than she seems, at least to mortal eyes.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

Practicing is fun, but doing it all of the time? Not so much. The captain of Lady Palutena's guard should know this better than anyone. Always take a break when necessary! So he sets his weapon down, stretches--and notices he's being watched.

"Um. Hi!"

[actualdetective]

Coffee. Carlton Lassiter can handle many things so long as there's coffee.

Is there some coffee hereabouts?

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

See this face, Carlton?

This is the face of someone who repeatedly warned you about this place.

You said she was delusional.

Enjoy this expression as you approach her...

[actualdetective]

"O'Hara, what the hell is going on here?"

[psyched_you_out]

"Lassie! What's a fine upstanding gentleman like you doing in a place like this?"

... Yes, he's been waiting for this moment.

[actualdetective]

"Spencer, don't mess with me. I don't know what this is that you've cooked up here, but I know you're behind this somehow."

He doesn't trust Shawn as far as he could throw him.