towerofanimus |  one 

Characters: Applejack and everyone else.
Setting: See under the cut.
Format: Prose or brackactions, I'm okay with anything!~
Summary: Applejack is really wary of the new place she's dumped in.
Warnings: TBA.

Dorm Room 1-19:

Applejack woke after the paralysis, looking around her nervously. The bed wasn't hers, and neither was the room. And... there were others. Others who she doesn't know.

"Must've been too much cider..." she mumbles to herself, slowly getting off the bed and wondering where her stetson was. If this was a dream, she would definitely blame it on the cider.

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Floor Ten: Aquarium:

This was definitely not a dream.

She's staring in awe at the fishes swimming above and around her, the water seemingly held up by nothing. She wondered if she could swim here, but decided against it. Sighing, she'll just watch the fishes for now before moving on.

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Floor One: Cafeteria

The trek down the seemingly endless stairs finally got her to the last level, and she's getting hungry. Lucky for her, it was a cafeteria, and with a happy neigh, she goes to look at what's available.

"Oatmeal? Ice cream sandwiches?" She looked around, huffing slightly. "Ain't there anything better ta eat around 'ere?"

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"Of course I can talk," she huffed, flipping her hair back. She couldn't find her stetson for some reason, and it made her a little awkward not having the familiar weight of her hat on her head.

"Well, like, ponies can't talk where I come from! So this is so cool..." He's just going to stare. Amazing talking pony is amazing. "What's your name?"

Well, this strange creature doesn't seem threatening enough.

"Name's Applejack."

"Oh my gosh, cutest name." He actually did mean that, though the pony could be named anything and he'd still find her adorable. "How do you talk, though?"

Applejack tilts her head slightly. "Well, from when I was a filly, of course. Everypony can talk. Lil critters can't, though."

Poland looks fascinated by this as he nods. "Seriously? So you've totally always been able to talk?"

"Yea, like I said, everypony can talk." This two-legger doesn't seem so threatening anymore, and the pony relaxes more. "What's your name?"

Edited 2011-09-26 14:32 (UTC)

This is all very confusing to Poland because where he comes from, ponies just don't talk. This isn't a natural thing though Poland wishes it was. But he's pretty sure there are more things to talk about to a talking pony than how she can talk. "I'm Poland and we should totally be friends."

"Well, Poland, I'm sure we'll be good friends." As long as the other didn't hurt her, that is.

Poland hurting ponies would be a crime against himself. "We totally will be. I'm like, the best friend ever." He really isn't.

"That's great! It's always good t'meet new friends."

Poland would agree if he had many friends, but he doesn't. "Come on, I'll show you the cafeteria and junk."

She grinned widely. "Oh, good. I'm starvin'."

It seems like an easy enough thing, taking her to the first floor. But he always forgets which floor it's on. "This place sucks, though. Like all these stairs and stuff. And you have to eat oatmeal?"

"I don't mind oatmeal. As long as there's a bit of apple in it, I'm good."

"Nope. Just plain." This place is terrible.

"What about other fruits?" Because really, oatmeal will taste better with some flavor.

"Nope." Said gravely because actually, this is a grave situation. It's about food and the lack of taste.

It's a very grave situation indeed. "...Is there food other than oatmeal?"

Poland nods. "But when you're new here, you have to eat oatmeal first? Or you throw up and junk."

Applejack made a face. "Thanks for the warning, sugarcube."

Poland shrugs and looks pretty pleased that a pony is thanking him. "It's nothing. I've totally got to look out for you ponies."

She seems pretty amused by his claim. "So what're ya, some sort of pony helper? Not that I don't mind, really. It's just strange having a two-legger help a pony out."

"I guess?" Poland answers, actually thinking about it. "I just really like ponies. You're all really cute and nice."

Applejack blushes slightly, waving a hoof dismissively. "Aw, shucks. Thanks, darlin'. You're pretty nice yourself."

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