honestapples: (Modest pony.)
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honestapples: (Apples for the apple god!)
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honestapples: (SOUP'S ON EVERYPONY)
[It's early morning when Applejack is alive, awake, alert, and enthusiastic. After all, today is the day, and she's more than excited to bring a family tradition to Luceti. And so, bright and early, her message goes out over the journals:]

Hooo-ey! Well, it was a lotta work, but everythin's all ready, y'all! Cider Season is open! Anypony with a hankerin' for some fresh-made Apple Family cider, just come on down to the farmlands. We've got plenty ta start with an' Ah'll be workin' on makin' more through the day so we don't run out too fast.

[She chuckles.] Y'all might wanna hurry anyway, though. The cider always goes faster'n expected!

[And, true to her word, Applejack will be at a little stand on the path to the farmlands starting early morning and going until sundown. She's got a little cider press set up behind the stand, and has several bushels of apples ready to press down. Recipe for success, right?

Come and get it!]
honestapples: (Apples for the apple god!)
[Applejack is back from her mission! And as much as she's tuckered out, she's happy to be home and makes her rounds to her various friends to let them know she's back. And also to make sure that Winona hasn't gone too crazy.

It isn't until she's back home that night and settling down that realization dawns and she can't help but laugh.]


Tarnation. Ah missed my own birthday, goin' ta help out the Malnosso. That musta taken longer than Ah realized.

But that means it's gettin' close ta Nightmare Night! An' that means the pumpkins are comin' in. It's not much of a pumpkin patch, but if anyone's wantin' ta come on by the farm an' pick one up, they'll make mighty fine jack-o-lanterns. [Soft chuckle.] Or pies, if that's what you're aimin' for.

[Pause. That has just reminded her...]

Gol-ly. Already closin' in on time for makin' cider, too. Would anyone mind lendin' a hoof with makin' cider? Ah promise it's well worth the work.
honestapples: (Eat up~)
[After nearly a full day of baking, everything is finally ready, and Applejack is far too happy with the results. It's about time to pay back her friends here for their help. And there's more food here than she quite realized she was making, so there's enough left over to feed just about anyone interested. Somehow, that just makes it all better. Everypony here needs some good home-style cooking from time to time. It's good for the soul.

And so, once she's got her tables set up out in the sunshine, laden with just about every appletastic treat imaginable, she sends out the message.]


Howdy, everypo-- everyone! [Slowly fixing ponyisms. Slowly.] If anyone's hungry, y'all can come on down ta the farmlands. Ah wanted ta say 'thank you' ta everyp-- everyone for helpin' me before, an'... [Sheepish chuckle.] Ah guess Ah went a li'l bit overboard. But there's food for anyp--one who's hungry! There's apple pie, apple fritters, apple cupcakes, apple donuts, caramel apples, candy apples, an' apple tarts.

All are welcome! [Slight pause. Idea! What if somepony's hurt or sick or working? With a nod, she adds,] An' if anyone needs somethin' delivered, you just let me know an' Ah'll bring it on over.
honestapples: (Buckin' tired.)
[It's been a really long week since the storms ended. Applejack has been working around the clock, trying to clean up the wreckage around the farm, sweep out the water that got in through holes broken in the roof of the barn and also the cottage, find a few sheep who wandered off in panic, and just overall repair all the broken fences/sheds/whatever. Not to mention there are several very young apple trees that she had just barely planted who have been unfairly broken.

She manages to make it through this sleepless week working by herself - alright, with Winona helping - but even her dog is exhausted now and there's still more to do.

The loss of the trees is what's hitting her the hardest. This never happened back home. The pegasi always just said if a big storm was coming and then tadaa, they could secure everything in time.

She thought about asking for help earlier, decided against it, and balanced her journal atop a fence. Which she's in the middle of repairing, so after kicking in a few nails, it falls off and open. She doesn't notice at first, still mumbling under her breath as she works, lost in a sleepy haze.]


...gone. All of 'em. Rosemary, Irving, Bloomburg Junior... even Gladys... [Kick. Board is on crooked. Heavy sigh.] Hayseed.

[Another badly-aimed buck knocks the board off for readjustment, and it's only then that she sees the journal wide open.

...Oh.]


Uh. Heh-heh. Howdy. [Sleepy brain whirring, she manages a sheepish:] Don't reckon anyone would mind helpin' ta fix some fences? Or maybe catch a couple sheep...?



[[ooc: Tags most likely to come this evening, but they'll be on the way >>]]
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[Luceti, today, there is a blond girl fast asleep underneath an awning, leaning against the wall of the grocery store. The rain doesn't seem to be bothering her - in fact, she's mostly out of the way of it. But there's a cowgirl hat pulled down low over her face, something to hide behind as she dozes on, oblivious to the world.

Eventually, once she either wakes up on her own or is woken up, she'll be staggering around town like a drunk... or possibly a newborn foal. Just two legs is hard, okay? She'll be trying to get her bearings, which will mean trying to find somepony who can tell her what in the world is going on. And she's also really hungry. But food comes after figuring out what's going on and then finding if anyone's been taking care of her dog for her these last two weeks.

She can be found just about anywhere in town, and later on at the farmlands, occasionally grumbling under her breath when she overbalances on these Just Two Legs. Later in the day, her balance will be better and she'll look a little more at home, being bipedal.

And if she's grumbling, it's bound to be something along the lines of:]


How do all the hue-mans do this...?

[[ooc: Mallynap effect is temporary humanization. Replies will be coming from [personal profile] honestmelons I swear I didn't come up with the name but it was also too funny not to use]]
honestapples: (Eat up~)
[It's been raining for days and Applejack is getting bored. She found the farm not too long after she arrived, and the rain wasn't exactly stopping her from tending to everything, but the weather's turn for the worse today is definitely an impediment. And so, she's cooped up inside, running out of things to do. But hey, that's what this journal is here for, right?]

How come nopony told me 'bout this farm y'all got here? This is great! It just needs some more apple trees and it'll be just like home. Or... well, as close as Ah can get it. But that reminds me...

Have any of y'all ever heard'a zap apples? They're magic, but they're downright tasty an' real particular 'bout how they're grown an' harvested. Mah Granny Smith's the one who normally makes all the jam an' such, but if Ah can grow some zap apples here, Ah'd sure be happy ta share whatever Ah can make. Might not be quite as good, but Ah think Ah've picked up a thing'er two. Anypony got any ideas?

[It's something to think about, at least! Something that isn't baking more apple fritters, in any case.]

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