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Super Duper Party Ponies
Mar. 28th, 2014 02:05 am[Cheese made it an absolute point in his life not to spend too much time in one place, to only go where his Cheesy Sense led him, and more to the point not get attached to a place and the ponies within it. It was a sound way of life that had suited him for years, he arrives, throws an epic party and leaves, preferably mysteriously into the sunset. You know, for effect.
Even the greatest of party planners could hit a quiet spell, though. Sometimes, parties really didn't need his help, sometimes, there were just none really going on. Before, Cheese would fill that time with aimless wandering, talking to his rubber chicken and enjoying what was, let's face it, largely his own company. Albeit slightly insane company.
But this time, he decides to pick a destination to head to. After all, for the first time in his life he has a bonafide friend who speaks and isn't an inanimate object or anything. It's still a concept he's getting used to, he's not entirely sure what the friend protocol even is, but he's willing to give it a try.
And so, he finds himself trotting into Ponyville, taking in the sights and sounds, nodding to anypony who recognises him (their names, of course, escape him; Pinkie has him trumped on that for certain) heading off towards the cupcake shaped building that serves as Pinkie's home.
Should he have sent a letter first? He's not sure, no turning back now, as he pokes his head around the door.]
Knock knock!
Even the greatest of party planners could hit a quiet spell, though. Sometimes, parties really didn't need his help, sometimes, there were just none really going on. Before, Cheese would fill that time with aimless wandering, talking to his rubber chicken and enjoying what was, let's face it, largely his own company. Albeit slightly insane company.
But this time, he decides to pick a destination to head to. After all, for the first time in his life he has a bonafide friend who speaks and isn't an inanimate object or anything. It's still a concept he's getting used to, he's not entirely sure what the friend protocol even is, but he's willing to give it a try.
And so, he finds himself trotting into Ponyville, taking in the sights and sounds, nodding to anypony who recognises him (their names, of course, escape him; Pinkie has him trumped on that for certain) heading off towards the cupcake shaped building that serves as Pinkie's home.
Should he have sent a letter first? He's not sure, no turning back now, as he pokes his head around the door.]
Knock knock!
