Applejack (
honestapples) wrote2012-07-05 08:49 am
3rd Rodeo [Action/Voice - Backdated to July 1]
[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 >>]]
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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...How many apples did ya eat before Ah did?
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I didn't think you'd mind if I had one eeny-teeny little one, Applejack~.
1/3
[--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.]
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[She giggles happily.]
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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.]
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[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?
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[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.
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[Why do hue-mans have to be so much taller than ponies...]
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It's weird, ain't it? Takes a while ta get used ta bein' up that high.
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I can totally remember which account I use.
I saw nothing >>
[Not going to yawn, not going to yawn...]