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mylittlelogs2013-08-08 11:52 pm
sailorlaughter) wrote in mylittlelogs2013-08-08 11:52 pm
Entry tags:
- !npc: honeycomb/queen melissa,
- at4w: harvey finevoice [au],
- at4w: pollo/mechakara [au],
- dw: 10th doctor clone [ou],
- jeeves and wooster: bertram wooster [ou],
- mlp: applejack [ou],
- mlp: pinkie pie [au1],
- zzz_dw: 11th doctor [ou],
- zzz_harvest moon: jack [ou],
- zzz_homestuck: the disciple [au],
- zzz_jeeves and wooster: reginald jeeves,
- zzz_mlp: flare star [oc],
- zzz_mlp: fluttershy [sn],
- zzz_mlp: surprise [oc],
- zzz_mlp: wind whistler [ou]
And They're Going to Better Places
Who: Whoever
What: Nemo'sfuneral goodbye party
Where: One of the commune fields (one not full of artichokes)
When: Saturday morning
Warnings: ANGST
Prose or Commentspam: Whichever
This goodbye party had been a lot easier to set up, with all the help, than the first one. Between everyone that had shown up, the field was quickly set up with tables for food and cider and a stage for the music. Pinkie, being Pinkie, had somehow or other already gotten Bertie's piano up on it, as well as a small framed picture of Nemo surrounded by flowers. Finding the picture was the hard part, honestly; she'd ended up getting one of the Twilights to print one from an old scroll entry.
Zetta had been right. This wasn't a funeral, exactly - and Pinkie did know what funerals were, even if she liked calling them goodbye parties instead. So she hadn't made everything black, though the decorations and mood were more somber than usual for one of her parties. The mare herself lingered by one of the tables, for lack of a door to greet her guests at. It wasn't like they were her guests anyway, right? This was Nemo's party.
What: Nemo's
Where: One of the commune fields (one not full of artichokes)
When: Saturday morning
Warnings: ANGST
Prose or Commentspam: Whichever
This goodbye party had been a lot easier to set up, with all the help, than the first one. Between everyone that had shown up, the field was quickly set up with tables for food and cider and a stage for the music. Pinkie, being Pinkie, had somehow or other already gotten Bertie's piano up on it, as well as a small framed picture of Nemo surrounded by flowers. Finding the picture was the hard part, honestly; she'd ended up getting one of the Twilights to print one from an old scroll entry.
Zetta had been right. This wasn't a funeral, exactly - and Pinkie did know what funerals were, even if she liked calling them goodbye parties instead. So she hadn't made everything black, though the decorations and mood were more somber than usual for one of her parties. The mare herself lingered by one of the tables, for lack of a door to greet her guests at. It wasn't like they were her guests anyway, right? This was Nemo's party.
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