3rd Rodeo [Action/Voice - Backdated to July 1]

[honestapples]

[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 >>]]

Comments

[brokethefourthwall]

[Don't worry, Applejack. Not all of the trees are gone. In fact, some of them still have some ripe, juicy apples on them.

Delicious, delicious apples. They look like if you leave them be too long, they might just eat themselves.

...Which is totally what looks like just happened, as one of the apples vanishes into the dense leaves and branches.]

1/2

[honestapples]

[Don't mind her staring blankly for a moment or five. Because she can't tell for a while if she's imagining the apples disappearing or if it's really happening.

...It's really happening.]

[honestapples]

Hey now! You leave them apples alone!

[The trees have been through enough this week!

...Which is why she's going to buck that tree really hard to knock whatever it is out of the branches.]

[cottoncandyhair]

Waaah~!

[And out of the tree tumbles a human girl with a familiarly poofy pink hairdo. She lands right on her back, groaning and looking up into the tree. A couple leaves fall from the tree, landing on her face and getting stuck in her hair.]

Huh... so that's where I went.

[honestapples]

[Blankest of blank stares. There is something oddly familiar about this hue-man, but she can't put her hoof on it. In any case, though...]

What were you doin' up there, anyhow?

[cottoncandyhair]

[She giggles.] I have no idea! All I remember is going to bed, then suddenly I'm in a tree.

[honestapples]

Maybe the storm carried ya up there? [Makes perfect sense when you're exhausted.] Ya ain't been up there long, have ya, sugarcube?

[cottoncandyhair]

As long as it took you to buck me down, silly!

[honestapples]

[The way she said that was terribly familiar... Applejack squints at her a bit.]

...How many apples did ya eat before Ah did?

[cottoncandyhair]

Oh, um... just one! [She grins innocently, awkwardly holding out the apple core in the palm of her hand.]

I didn't think you'd mind if I had one eeny-teeny little one, Applejack~.

1/3

[honestapples]

'Course Ah don't mind one, but Ah thought--

[--that she could tell how long the girl had been up there by how many apples but that innocent grin has twanged the cords of memory.]

[honestapples]

[What in the how did this]

[honestapples]

Pinkie? Izzat you?

[cottoncandyhair]

Is it? Y'know I wasn't really sure!

[She giggles happily.]

[honestapples]

But you-- [You're a hue-man. You have thumbs.] Those Malnosso fellers musta done the same thing ta you as they did ta me!

[cottoncandyhair]

They must have! I remember going to sleep last night, then suddenly I'm up in a tree and have these... wigglies on my hooves. [She wiggles her fingers.]

That must have been one crazy night! I wish I could remember it.

[Except that Pinkie doesn't realize how long she has been missing.]

[honestapples]

Pinkie, Ah think you've been gone longer'n a night. Ah haven't been able ta find you for a while.

[Although she's so sleepy-hazy that she's not able to pinpoint exactly how long. Whatever, more important details here.]

Here, we oughta get you inside an' get ya somethin' ta eat. Need some help standin' up?

[cottoncandyhair]

Don't be silly, Applejack! I can stand just fine!

[She rolls herself onto her stomach, before pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. She blinks, turning and looking back at her legs.]

...Those are a lot longer than I remember.

[honestapples]

[One ear droops to the side ever-so-slightly.] ...That's 'cause they ain't the same legs you're used to, sugarcube.

[cottoncandyhair]

I know that. I just didn't think that I'd grow so much...

[Why do hue-mans have to be so much taller than ponies...]

[honestapples]

[Just to make stuff like this that much harder...]

It's weird, ain't it? Takes a while ta get used ta bein' up that high.

[cottoncandyhair]

At least I wont need a ladder to hang up decorations anymore. [Giggle.]

[honestapples]

[She can't help but smile at that.] Well, that's true.

[cottoncandyhair]

But I'm more worried about you! You look like you're gonna fall right over!

[honestapples]

Ah'm fine. [Look, she's only barely wobbling!] Ah think you've got the bigger stuff for us ta worry about right now, Pinkie.